Disclaimer: Don't own them. Never have never will, if I did I wouldn't be writing this I would be living it.

WARNING: I TEND TO SWEAR A LOT. JUST BE PREPARED.

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I nodded and locked him in another kiss, my arms moving from his shoulders up to around his neck.

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"Sweetie, you have nothing to be nervous about!" AJ said as I paced back and forth across our apartment as he sat on the couch.

"What do you mean I have nothing to worry about! If I don't get cleared I cant wrestle! That's a lot to worry about. I need to get back in that ring!" I said, not slowing my pace at all.

"Sweetie, you have to calm down." He said looking at me reassuringly.

"I cant" I sighed. The next thing I knew, AJ grabbed my wrist and pulled me down into his lap, kissing me softly on the lips.

"Better now?" He asked, pulling away with a smile.

I smirked a little. "Not really, maybe you should try again."

AJ smile grew wider as I pulled his head back to mine. His arms wrapped around my body, as he stood, my legs wrapped around his waist. He laid me down on the couch, not breaking the kiss. He then started to move his kisses to my neck and shoulder as I pulled his shirt over his head.

We both groaned as there was a knocking on the door. AJ sat up to get it, but I pulled him back towards me, kissing him again. He smiled through the kiss, and wrapped his arms under my back. I groaned again as the knocking on the door grew louder. AJ pulled away from me and got to the door this time before I could stop him. I just sighed and hugged his shirt close to my chest, taking in his smell.

"Scott?" AJ's confused voice came from behind me. I stood up from the couch and walked over to the door.

"What's up Coach?" I asked, handing AJ his shirt. Scott just looked up at me with sad eyes. It was then I noticed the large bags under his eyes, as if he hadn't slept in days.

"Scott what's wrong?" I asked again.

"Its Petey. Eric found him at his house. He tried to kill himself." Scott said, moving his gaze from my eyes to the ground.

My heart skipped a few beats and my breath caught in my throat.

"Is… he okay?" I asked, leaning against AJ's chest for support. HE placed his hands on each of my hips to keep me steady.

"They think so. He lost a lot of blood. Its his mental state I am worried about. He wont let anyone in the room, he wont eat, he wont talk. Adri, please, I need your help. I need you to talk to him."

I nodded quickly, and followed Scott out the door, as did AJ, pulling his shirt over his head.

Scott got in the front of his car and me and AJ sat in the back. I cried silently into his shoulder the whole way there. He just held onto me tight and kissed the top of my head occasionally. Scott didn't talk the whole way to the hospital.

We had barely stopped at the hospital parking lot when I jumped out of the car.

"Room 122" Scott yelled after me, as AJ jogged along behind me." I nearly knocked over 3 people and 2 doctors as I ran through the halls, looking for room 122

Phili!" I heard Alex's voice say from the other side of the hall. I turned around to see him and Eric, sitting in the waiting room looking just as exhausted as Scott had.

"Where is he?" I said and Alex got up to show me to the room. I wiped a few of the stray tears from my face, and asked AJ to stay outside. He nodded and gave me a quick hug, before I reached out to open the door. I took a deep breath and turned the knob…..

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I've been threatened with discontinuation! AHHHHH! Don't kill me, I promise Petey doesn't die!

-PA6