Title: Cry
Author: Shantay
Email: Not a soul belongs to me…
Distribution: I'm not sure why you would want to post this crap anywhere, but ok…just ask me first. )
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: Nothing much really.
Summary: No one has ever seen her cry, except for one person. A quick four parter featuring Amy Dumas/Lita, Chris Jericho, Matt Hardy, Christian, Torrie Wilson, Trish Stratus, and Edge.
Content warning: It gets a little descriptive at a certain point.

Part Two – 2 Weeks Later

Two weeks. Two whole weeks and they hadn't said a word to each other. And it was killing him. There were so many things he wanted to say to her. He had so many questions. He missed his best friend.

Chris walked down the hall, thinking about the same thing that had been on his mind every minute of the last two weeks. That night was incredible. He'd dreamed about it almost every single night since it happened. He just couldn't get her face out of his mind.

He was going to find her because they needed to talk. He walked through the hall with a purpose. Once he got to the women's locker room, he took a deep breath before knocking on it.

"Hold on." A voice called from the inside. Only guys knocked on the door, so they were probably covering up. Soon the door opened and Torrie Wilson stood in front of him. "Oh, hey Chris. What's up?"

"Nothing much. Is Amy here?"

"Yeah. She's right here." Torrie glanced behind her to reveal a slightly shocked Amy Dumas standing in front of the lockers. "I'm gonna see you guys later though. I have to catch up with Lisa." The blonde seemed completely oblivious to the tension between the other two. She exited the room and Chris came inside, closing the door behind him.

"Is anyone else here?" She shook her head and walked over to her gym bag. "Ames, we need to talk."

She stopped sticking items into her bag, but didn't turn around. "I haven't been avoiding you, if that's what you think. I just needed time to myself." His heart sank at that statement. Did she need time away from him? She recommenced her packing. "After I left your room, it all kinda hit me. I had just broken up with my boyfriend of six years. And I'd slept with my best friend. I've just been taking time to absorb all of that. So I haven't seen you or Matt." She finally turned to face him. "Don't think that I didn't want to see you because that's not the case at all. Everything just changed so fast and I needed time."

Chris nodded. "I just wanted to see you. I miss you."

"I miss you too. All of this is just really hard." She sat down on the bench. Chris hesitated. She patted the seat next to her, urging him to join her. He complied.

He needed to know for sure. He had to ask the question that had been on his mind for the last two weeks. "Do you regret what we did?" There was no judgment in his tone, just curiosity. They weren't looking at each other, instead staring out into the empty room ahead of them.

"No. I mean, I feel like it's completely changed our relationship. But at the same time, I feel like it was what I needed then. And maybe it was what you needed too."

The room was completely silent for a little while. Chris pondered the significance of her last statement.

"Are you sure I'm not just the rebound guy?" He couldn't help but ask.

She sucked her teeth and rolled her eyes. "Well fuck you too."

"I'm just sayin'." He'd just needed to make sure.

Amy sighed and crossed her legs. "I just hope that we can get to the point where it's just not completely weird to think about or even talk about it."

Chris leaned back against the lockers and crossed his arms over his chest. "Yeah. We're both adults, right?"

Amy looked back at him. "Yeah." He shrugged. She shrugged too. Then she smiled as she went in for the hug. He willingly embraced her. She shut her eyes tight and inhaled his scent. She missed these moments and feeling so comfortable in his arms. She rested her chin on his shoulder, knowing she could probably stay that way forever.

"How are you feeling?" She knew exactly what he was referring to.

"It still kinda hurts. I miss him. We had a good relationship. I just want to talk to him."

"I'm sure he feels the same way. Matt's a good guy. He'll probably come find you soon." He rubbed her back soothingly.

"Ames, do you want to get back together with him?" For some reason he was scared of the answer. He couldn't understand why his breathing seemed to stop as he waited.

She pulled back from him, leaving her hands on his shoulders. She squeezed them gently. As soon as her mouth opened, the door to the locker room burst open. Torrie stood there with a huge grin on her face. "Amy, you've got to come with me!" She was definitely excited about something. Amy dropped her hands from Chris's shoulders as her attention went to Torrie. She was confused, trying to get some form of words out. Torrie gestured with her hands for the redhead to just come. "No time for that. Just come!" The blonde nearly bounced out the door.

Amy stood and looked back at Chris who was just as baffled. She nodded for him to follow as they both left to see what had Torrie bouncing off the walls. The blonde was ahead of them, almost at the end of the hall. They could see a small crowd ahead of her, but they couldn't see what was in front of them. It was clear, however, that the people forming the crowd were their close friends. They all turned around as Torrie had reached them. And they each had a smile on their faces.

Amy looked back to Chris, trying to see if he understood what was going on. He shrugged. When she looked back, she noticed that the crowd had parted in the middle just as she'd reached them. She and Chris walked through the nearly formed path. She slowed incredibly as she saw who was standing in front of her.

He was smiling too. He looked to Chris. "Great, there you are! Good, everyone's here." He urged Amy to come forward and join him in front of this crowd. She hesitated but soon walked over to him, stopping about a foot away.

"Matt, what's this about?"

He stared at her in awe. He stepped closer to her. "You look amazing."

Her eyebrows furrowed as she tried to understand. "Wh-what?"

The dark-haired Southerner reached out and took her hands in his. "I've had a lot of time to think for the past two weeks. I made a huge mistake honey. I miss you."

She was absolutely speechless as she listened on. His eyes were sincere. His touch was assuring. "Babe, I wanted all of our friends to know how much of an ass I was for letting you go. I want everyone to know how much I love you. And I wanted everyone to watch me get on my knees," he kneeled down in front of her with her hands still in his, "and beg you to come back to me."

Amy stared at him, dumbfounded. "But I thought you said that we'd lost our spark. And that you thought we needed to move on to new things."

He squeezed her hands. "All of that was so stupid. We were good together. Everything was perfect. I must have been out of my mind for letting that go. I had some stupid idea that every moment of a relationship is supposed to be adventurous and new. I didn't realize that it was okay to have something steady and right. We're right Amy. Please forgive me and please come back. I need you baby."

Amy pressed her lips together and shifted from leg to leg. She shook her head absentmindedly as she tried to grip onto reality. Was Matt really on his knees right now, begging her to come back in front of all these people?

"I promise not to mess up like that again. I love you."

She couldn't believe he'd actually gone through all of this trouble to get her back. He'd brought all of these people out there and risked utter humiliation. Just to be with her…

"Okay."

His eyes opened wide. There were a few gasps. Amy herself couldn't believe the word that had come out of her mouth. A grin stretched across Matt's face and he stood and wrapped his arms around the redhead. She returned the hug. She soon found herself being lifted off the ground. He spun her around then let her to the ground, tightening his grasp on her.

"I love you," he whispered in her ear.

She looked out into the crowd of smiling, congratulatory faces. Her gaze fell on her best friend. She would never forget that look for the rest of her life. She buried her face in Matt's shoulder.

There was his answer.

Chris watched on as Matt rose from his knees and took Amy in his arms. He licked his lips which had dried dramatically as he awaited her response like everyone else around him. Christian elbowed him in the arm.

"Isn't that awesome?"

Chris looked to him and nodded absently. Christian didn't notice his friend's solemnity. Like everyone else, he was amazed by the sight before them.

"He came to me a couple days ago with this idea to get Amy back. I told him it was amazing and to go for it."

"Did you really?" Chris asked the question rhetorically as he watched Matt twirl Amy around so that she ended up facing him. He shifted his jaw. He couldn't believe the way he was feeling. Then it happened.

She looked at him. And his heart dropped.

She buried her face in Matt's shoulder.

"Excuse me." Christian stepped to the side so that Chris could get by. He couldn't stay. He didn't know what he would say to her.

Amy sighed as she lifted her head from Matt's shoulder. He was gone. She tightened her grip on Matt. She was so confused. Wasn't she supposed to be completely happy right now? She couldn't explain the way her heart tightened and she just felt like crying.