Author's notes –Well, new chapter time! I honestly thought about separating it into three different chapters, but kept it together in the end. I hope you all enjoy it. The end of the chapter does get a little steamy, consider that a warning I guess…Oh, just so you know, there are only two more chapters left in this story!

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Interlude

Jason sighed as he looked at the sleeping beauty before him as she slumbered peacefully and without care. Looking at her sadly, Jay couldn't help but wonder if Trish even knew what was going on now and how terrified he was that she might not wake up. Taking a shaky breath, he leaned forward slightly and gently moved a strand of hair from Trish's face making the cut and rather large bruise at her temple visible. If he had just been a little quicker, he thought, he might have been able to save Trish and stop Hardy.

Jay shook his head bitterly at the thought of the dark haired man who was still on the loose. Despite what he had to the police, Jason's accusations had seemingly fallen upon deaf ears as they did nothing to apprehend Matt. So what if he wasn't a witness to the attack, he knew Matt was responsible for this, he only wished he had proof.

Sighing deeply, Jay brought his hand back to Trish's and gently squeezed in a silent prayer for her to wake-up and end this nightmare for him. Overcome with emotion, Jay laid his head upon the bed; his hand still entwined with hers, and released the tears that had been building since he found Trish in their home. As he silently sobbed, he was suddenly surprised as he felt a well-manicured hand running through his hair.

"Have I ever told you that I really like your short hair," a soft voice asked as Jay's head bolted up to see Trish smiling brightly at him. Unable to stop the tears, Jason left his chair and hugged Trish.

"Oh thank God, I was so scared," he whispered holding her close.

"What's wrong," Trish asked pulling away slightly to look Jason in the eye. "Why are you crying? Is Amy okay?"

"Amy's fine," Jay assured admiring Trish's selflessness at such a time.

"Well then why the tears," she asked as she softly wiped the last few stray tears from his face.

"Trish, honey, you've been unconscious for the last two days. I was so scared you weren't…" Jay's voice trailed off as Trish motioned for him to sit down on the bed.

"I'm fine now," she said squeezing his hand. "You should have known that I'd find a way back to you." Jason smiled as he leaned down to lovingly kiss his beautiful and now conscious girlfriend.

"I do have a kind of silly question for you," Jay started as Trish nodded for him to continue. "Did you see who did this to you?"

"Yes," she answered, "it was unmistakably, and unmasked, Matt Hardy."

"Jeff's been gone for a while," Amy noted as Adam pulled the movie they had just finished out of the DVD player.

"He probably found a good price for snowboarding rental," Adam joked as he sat back comfortably on the couch next to Amy.

"I still can't believe you called him," she said shaking her head in disbelief.

"Well you were really upset, I thought you were going to try to leave and if there was anyone you'd listen to it'd be Jeff," he shrugged. He leafed through the DVD's they had sent up and held up two. "What next, comedy or chick flick?" Suddenly Adam had to dodge a flying pillow that a giggling Amy had thrown at him.

"We prefer the term romantic comedy," she said sticking her tongue out, "and actually, I'm a little hungry."

"Sounds good to me, order in or go out," he asked as Amy started to search for her shoes.

"Let's go out," she decided as she pulled a pair of boots on. "We can leave a note for Jeff incase he decides to leave the slopes anytime soon." Adam nodded as he tied his sneakers and Amy quickly scribbled a note on the hotel stationary.

"Ready," Adam asked as Amy put down the pen and grabbed her purse. As they got to the door, Adam opened it and offered his arm to Amy causing her to laugh. Taking his arm, the two left the room and headed down the hall for the elevators. As the two went around the corner, Jeff peeked out from a corner at the other end of the hall. With a devious smile on his face, and a couple bags in his hands he tip toed down the hall and went in the room.

Matt seethed in anger as he sped down the interstate. He had been betrayed by his brother, his own flesh and blood, stabbed him in the back to help that bitch. He had hoped Jeff would be on his side in this whole mess, but apparently family loyalty meant nothing to that multi-color haired freak. But it was okay, Matt thought laughing, because it was Jeff's betrayal that was ultimately going to lead him to Amy. Jeff was probably there with her and Adam right now, and when he got there they would all pay. Finally, Matt would get what was rightfully his back. Pressing harder on the gas, Matt smiled as he passed sign reading Thank you for visiting Ohio. Welcome to Indiana. It wouldn't be long now.

Adam and Amy laughed as they walked through the hall back to their room. You really wouldn't be able to tell they had just gotten into an argument the night before by the way they were acting now. As they got to their room's door, Adam rifled through his jean pockets for his key card but seemed unable to find it. Amy laughed as she moved from the wall she was leaning against and pulled the card out of Adam's shirt pocket and playfully hit him on the arm with it.

"So do you think Jeff's…" she started. As Amy was about to insert the key in the door when suddenly it opened and out popped Jeff's head.

"Not ready yet, come back in two hours," he said quickly before he shut the door again. Adam and Amy stared at the door in shocked confusion as they heard Jeff latch the chain on the other side. Suddenly the two burst into laughter, Adam doubling lover and sliding down the wall as he laughed.

"Guess that answers your question," he joked. "What do you think he's doing in there?"

"No idea, but I've learned when it comes to Jeff it's really best not to think about it or you'll drive yourself mad with worry. But what should we do for the next two hours," Amy wondered.

"Coffee," Adam suggested as Amy nodded and helped him off the floor.

Trish and Jay gazed lovingly at one another as there was a knock at the door before a police officer entered with his hat in his hand.

"Miss Stratus, Mr. Reso," he started with a polite nod, "I have some good news and some bad news."

"I guess we'll take the bad first," Jay said as a worried expression graced Trish's face.

"Okay, a judge has issued a warrant for the arrest of Matt Hardy," he said before Trish cut him off.

"Well that's good, isn't it," she asked nervously.

"It should be," the officer sighed as he continued, "but when the officers in Cameron got to his house, no one was there and we can't find him."

"He's not there, Jay, what if he found Amy," Trish asked, the worry very apparent in her voice.

"I'm sure Amy's still fine," Jay assured. "What was the good news?"

"Well, there is one clue they did find in Cameron, it could lead to where Hardy is, or is going, if it means anything to you two. It was half a post-it note by the door that said Colorado on it," the officer explained.

"Colorado? I don't think it means anything, does it Jay," Trish pondered as his eyes got wide. Quickly, he grabbed the phone sitting next to Trish's bed and dialed, praying he was wrong.

"Vince, where are Adam and Amy," he asked rolling his eyes at whatever Vince said in response to him. "I know that, but if they're somewhere in Colorado we think Matt's on his way there…Thanks, try and warn them okay?" Jay hung up the phone as Trish looked at him with terror in her eyes.

"They're in Colorado, aren't they," she asked timidly as Jay nodded and turned to the cop.

"The Wyndham Rolling Slopes Resort in the Rockies, that's where Matt's going." The officer nodded and stepped out of the room making a call over his radio.

"Are they going to be okay," Trish asked as Jay held he close.

"Let's hope so," he sighed kissing her forehead, "let's hope so."

Two hours had now passed and Adam and Amy were in front of their room's door wondering what was on the other side for them. Amy giggled as Adam dramatically pulled his key card out of his pocket and slowly slid it in the door handle and back out only to receive a red locked light for his theatrics.

"Too slow," she laughed as Adam tried again, this time succeeding in unlocking the door. He slowly turned the handle and opened the door to a sight that shocked them both. The lights had been turned down low and a few candles had been scattered through the room creating a truly romantic scene before them. Adam's couch had been pushed against a wall and in its place was a cozy table set for two fully adorned with food, flowers, and candles.

"Wow," Amy said breathlessly, "Jeff really out did himself this time."

"No kidding," Adam laughed as he picked up a small card in front of a chair with his name on it. Opening the small card, he only saw two words written, Tell her. He smiled as he thought of his colorful-haired friend setting them up like this. Jeff had actually offered to do this years ago, Adam remembered, it was before he met his ex-wife and for some reason he had said no, and then Matt moved in. He couldn't help but think of how differently things might have turned out if he had just agreed to go along with Jeff's scheme.

"I guess we're supposed to have dinner here," Amy said with a smile as Adam came around the table and pulled her chair out for her. Amy blushed as she sat down and Adam gently helped her scoot it forward. He then leaned over the table and pulled the covers off the plates allowing the steam and aroma to spill into the room before going over to his own chair. Amy smiled sweetly as Adam sat and the two began to eat in awkward silence.

"This is a little weird, isn't it," Adam asked, sipping at his wine.

"Only a little," she blushed as she fidgeted with her place card, twirling it between her fingers. The two continued to eat in silence through the rest, neither too sure of what to say in this situation. As they were nearly finished eating, Adam noticed Amy was out of wine and quickly got up from his chair and pulled the bottle from the ice and proceeded to fill her glass. As he put the bottle back in the ice and set Amy's glass back on the table, she touched his hand to stop him from going back across the formal table.

"Amy I…"

Adam I…" they started in unison both laughing awkwardly for a moment.

"You go," he said politely.

"No, you can start." Adam smiled and took a deep breath as he then started.

"Amy I want you to know, that I care about you, I really do. And I…I…Amy I…" he stammered. Taking a deep breath, he wished he could reach his wine glass for a little liquid courage, but continued without. "I think, no, I know, I'm in love with you. I have been for a long time, I just never had the nerve to tell you and…" Adam's rambling was suddenly cut off as Amy's lips met his in a soft but electrifying kiss. Tears were slowly falling from Amy's closed eyes causing Adam to worry when the kiss ended. "What's wrong? Amy, sweetie, why are you crying?"

"I was starting to think Matt might be right, and that I'd never hear those words again. But…but…" Amy sniffed as Adam pulled her close.

"It's okay," Adam soothed running a calming hand down her back and kissing her softly on the forehead. "He was wrong, and if you'll let me, I could spend a whole lifetime showing you just how wrong he was."

"Adam, I love you too, I just…I thought…" she stammered as she was cut off by a kiss from Adam. This one was longer and deeper than the last and when the two parted their breath was heavy.

"Amy I think we should slow down a bit," Adam said between staggered breaths as he took one step away from Amy noticing her flinch slightly at his words.

"Let's not, please," she whispered moving closer to him. "Please Adam, make love to me." Unable to deny her this time, Adam pulled Amy into his arms and kissed her with every bit of passion he possessed. As the kiss became more heated, Adam skillfully pulled her shirt over her head with his good hand and carelessly tossed the garment aside. He pulled her close once again as she fumbled with his shirt buttons. She began to gently kiss and suck at his neck and collar bone as she pulled the shirt off his shoulders, tugging a little harder to get the sleeve over his cast.

"Adam then turned his attention to her neck as he unhooked her bra with his one hand with Fonz-like precision and let it fall to the floor. Scooping Amy up in his arms, the two kissed passionately as he carried her to the bed and gently laid her upon the cool sheets.

Crawling on the bed with her, Adam positioned himself just over her as he moved his lips from hers down to her breasts. Cupping one as he took the other in his mouth he teasingly flicked his tongue at her nipple and nibbled slightly at it causing her to moan. He then began to kiss down the red head's body as he pulled the black pants she was wearing off leaving her laying there in her thong, a sight Adam took a moment to savor before tugging the thong off her body and tossing it to the side.

Adam kissed softly at Amy's inner thigh causing her to squirm before he lowered his head and began to probe at her most sensitive areas with his tongue. Arching her back at his touch Amy moaned as Adam continued to lick her, savoring her sweet taste. Feeling herself get closer to climax she tugged at Adam's hair.

"I need you Adam," she panted, "please."

Eager to oblige Amy's wishes, Adam pulled his jeans and boxers off and repositioned himself over her and slowly started to slide himself inside of her and was shocked when Amy suddenly thrust her hips upward causing him to fill her completely. He then began to slowly pump in and out of her, the two finding a rhythm quickly. The pace quickened and Amy could feel herself about to climax.

It hit her in a wave of intense pleasure, her back arching and walls tightening around Adam. She moaned loudly as her orgasm wracked through her body and Adam knew he couldn't hold on much longer. He came inside her in the most intense orgasm of his life calling her name out as he came. Collapsing next to her in utter satisfaction, Adam held Amy close as the two continued to breathe heavily.

"I love you," he whispered as he looked into her eyes.

"I love you too," Amy said kissing him softly. The two laid in bed for a moment in bliss before they were interrupted by the phone. Groaning loudly, Adam got up to answer it, grabbing his jeans, stumbling in them as he reached for the receiver.

"Hello," he answered with a smiled as he watched Amy pull on his shirt buttoning it slowly. He smile quickly went away as he listened to the voice on the phone and he quickly hung up.

"Who was that," Amy asked. But she never got to hear the answer to that question as the room's door was kicked in.

"Amy, Adam, miss me?" Matt Hardy mocked with a maniacal smile.