Jeff felt like he was on top of the world. He and Randy were engaged. He felt like going on top of the roof and shouting incoherently just for the hell of it. Actually, he was currently bouncing around the arena, singing random songs that popped into his head. He couldn't help himself. He was just so happy.

"Uh oh, I think somebody got into the sugar again," Hunter said as Jeff walked by him.

Jeff stuck his tongue out. "I did not get into the sugar. I'm just really, really happy."

Hunter grinned. "Yeah, I bet you are. I heard about you and Randy. Congratulations."

"Thanks man." Jeff smiled when he saw Randy approaching him. "Hey baby."

Randy looked like something was bothering. "You got another letter from X."

Jeff frowned. X was some strange fan that had been writing to him for a couple of months now. At first the letters had seemed like all the other fan mail he received. But lately, the letters had been getting progressively stranger and stranger.

"You don't have to read it," Randy told him as he opened it. Randy did not like X. He said X was a whacko.

"It'll just bother me if I don't," Jeff replied. He unfolded the letter and read it carefully. "Holy shit, he muttered.

Jeff,

Why can't you see what's right in front of you? I'm not that far away. I stand in the shadows, waiting for my chance in the spotlight. I'm not what people think I am. I'm not psycho, the whacko and whatever else people call me. I'm just a freak and an artist--like you. Randy, Matt, and all the others don't understand guys like us. They can't understand guys like that. Yet you insist on trying to live in their world, loving a man who can't love you as much as I can. I hope you can see the light. I'm praying you can, because I have a bad feeling this will all blow up in your face sooner or later.

X

"What in the hell is this shit?" Randy said. He had been reading the letter over Jeff's shoulder. "Is this guy a stalker or something?"

Jeff shuddered. He didn't want to think about that. The letter itself was disturbing on its own; the thought of X stalking him made him really, really nervous. "How does he know about us Randy?" he asked. "I mean, we're open with our relationship, but most fans don't even know we're gay."

Randy bit his lip. "I know, which makes me think X is taking too much of an interest in you." He took the letter and put it in his back pocket. "I think we need to keep this for evidence."

"Evidence?"

"What if this guy is dangerous Jeff? What if he tries something?"

"Uh guys?" Hunter said slowly. "I think we have a more immediate problem at the moment."

Jeff looked at what Hunter was staring at and almost groaned out loud. Tomko was coming towards them. A jolt of fear went through him. Tomko had been at Christian's trial and Jeff remembered the look of hatred he had received from him. The two of them had never liked each other, and AJ Styles had called to warn him that Tomko had been worse than ever since Christian had been found guilty.

"Hello Randy," Tomko said. He nodded at Jeff. "Hello Killer."

Jeff flinched. He knew Tomko and Christian were upset about Adam's death. It didn't matter to them that Jeff was only acting in self defense; in their minds, Jeff had not only murdered Adam, but managed to get away with it. That was what really pissed them off.

Randy stepped in front of Jeff. "Do you have a problem Tomko?" he growled.

Tomko smirked. "Not yet. But believe me, I'll let you know when I do." He waved at Jeff and then walked away.

"I never liked him," Hunter muttered. "I don't know why Vince rehired him."

Jeff didn't know either, but he had every intention of finding out before something bad happened.

XXXXX

X watched the little confrontation between Tomko, Randy and Jeff. It made his blood boil. His Jeff was scared of Tomko. He would have to keep his eye on the big man. Nobody was going to hurt his Jeff. Not while he was around.

He got even angrier as he watched Randy pull Jeff into a tight embrace. The Legend Killer had everything he wanted. He had Jeffery Nero Hardy, the man he had loved for the past eight years. He had started watching wrestling just because of Jeff, and he would do anything to be able to call Jeff's his own.

Even if that meant getting rid of Randy in the most permanent way possible.