Disclaimer: I don't own Matt or Amy, nor do I own anything of the WWE. I don't own the Bo Bice Lyrics and I don't own anything else you recognize. I'm just doing this for fun. :)

Author's Note: Hi guys, sorry this too so long again. I will say this is my best Matt and Amy work yet. The idea came to my head while reading over littlerascalash's 'Becoming Daddy' and '52 weeks.' So there is my inspiration. It's a super long one, sad, and probably the most sweetest thing ever. Definitely my favorite thus far. Enjoy it!

Track four: Nothing Without You.

Matt was ecstatic. No, more than ecstatic. He'd just won the ECW championship belt. His dream, his dream! Matt watched his baby brother walk off towards his match, so very proud of himself and what his brother had become. They were living the dream.

He smiled once more and headed in the direction of the lockerroom for a shower then a much deserved ice-cold beer with his pals. After all, he's kicked ass that night.

The lockerroom he was sharing with Jeff and a few of the other guys was empty when he entered. Matt didn't mind. He shuffled over to his phone, reading through a couple congratulatory texts from his friends. The last thing he noticed before dropping the phone to the ground was a missed call from Amy.

Flashback

We've been through this over for a thousand times
Come on, come on, come on
Tell me what's on your mind
It doesn't matter, baby what I say
You never seemed to hear me anyway

"Matt," Amy murmured one morning, in late June of 2008, lying next to her, Matt Hardy. He was asleep, completely out of it. She rolled her eyes and went to get up from bed, only finding herself completely naked. Immediately her heart dropped and she realized who she was next to? MATT?! How did she get into a bed with Matt, naked, much less? She was dating Shane Morton from her band! "Matt," she gasped again, shaking him heavily.

He grumbled from the side of the bed – his bed. How did she end up here? "What is it…?"

Amy rolled her eyes and kicked him. "Matt, get up! What am I doing here?"

Suddenly, Matt's eyes flew open. "Amy?" He sat up and then too noticed he was naked. "Holy shit, why am I… did we?" he said, trying to come up with a logical sentence. "What the hell happened?" he continued, in a demanding tone.

"Why the hell should I know? I don't even remember how I GOT here!" Amy retorted. "Much less why I am naked and in your bed at your house."

Matt got up and slipped on some shorts which were scattered on the floor before him. They had definitely gotten a bit steamy in the room last night. Outside, it was a beautiful North Carolinian summer day, the sun high in the sky with little clouds. "There must be a rational explanation to this," Matt concluded. "How could we have…? You're with Shane…"

"Matt, obviously we did! I just want to know how!" Amy yelled, her skinny arms flailing around the room. "Oh God, what have I done… what have I done."

Matt thought back to the night before. He had a show Raleigh where he tagged with his brother and then they went to a local bar afterward. They sang a bit of karaoke and then – shit, he remembered. "You played at Jones's last night," he concluded.

"And what the fuck does that have to do with anything, Matt?" Amy snapped, throwing his discarded jeans at him. "I have a boyfriend, Matt!"

"I know," Matt whispered softly. It was all coming back to him now. Matt shifted uncomfortably on the bed, his bladder was ready to burst. "You played at Jones's last night and we got wasted, I think. Remember Shane going back to the hotel early because he wasn't feeling well? I told him I'd get you home and we…fuck! We're so fucking screwed." Matt ranted.

"Why would I have…? Shit! Shane's probably worried sick," Amy mumbled, running over to where her bag was on Matt's dresser. She flipped open her phone and then stomped on the ground. Matt looked at her curiously. "He's called about five times and texted me about ten," she explained. "Shh, I have to call him." With that, Matt didn't say a word. "Hello? Shane, yes, I'm fine… no, it got late by the time we left and Matt didn't want me walking the streets alone and he offered to stay… with him for the night since I was so trashed and you weren't feeling well. I fell asleep in the guest room as soon as I there, so I didn't hear the phone, I'm so sorry for worrying you… yes, I know… yeah, he'll drive me there… mhm, alright, love you too, bye."

Matt just looked at her. "You're really good at lying."

Amy scowled. "Now is not the time, Matt. You don't know how dirty I feel saying that to him."

Matt shrugged. "Maybe, maybe not. Was it easier lying to me back then?"

Amy didn't know where that comment came from, but she didn't like it. "Matt please, the past is over. I don't want it to happen again. I need to get back to the hotel and get this mistake into my past. I can't believe you let me get so wasted."

This time, anger raged through Matt's body. "Let you get so wasted, Amy? You're a full grown woman! You are capable of doing anything you want. I don't know how we got to my house or why, but we're here."

"Yeah, I know," she mumbled.

"Listen to me, Ames. I'm sorry… I don't know what happened. But it did seem we had a pretty feisty night," Matt mumbled, looking around. He resisted cracking a smile at the way his room looked trashed.

"This is not the time for jokes, Matt!" Amy complained, slapping his arm. "I just cheated on Shane!"

"It was a mistake, Amy," Matt reminded her. "It's not like it's going to happen again." Though Matt knew it was true, he couldn't help but feel bad for Shane. He knew how it felt to be cheated on.

"It sure as hell won't! I'm not screwing up another relationship. I need to go," Amy whispered, shaking her head.

Suddenly, Matt didn't want her to go. "Amy, wait," he whispered too, taking her by the arm. "Don't go just yet. Shane's waited this long, another few minutes won't hurt him any."

Amy didn't like his tone and the look in his eyes. For a moment she wondered about his motives. "Why?"

"I just want to say sorry for whatever happened last night. When it happened to me, it sucked. You know that. I'm sorry… but I don't regret last night though."

She sighed. "Matt, let's not talk about this. I need to get going!" she stated firmly.

He had that lovesick look in his eyes, as if he was falling for Amy all over again. "Amy… he murmured.

"Matt, get over it! Now! I need to go," Amy said, standing up.

"Amy, no, please don't go," Matt said stubbornly, even though his behavior was not like himself.

"Goodbye Matt," Amy said coldly, leaving him alone in his room. He didn't even know how she got back to the hotel, but she never called him since.

*End Flashback*

That is why it was so shocking to see the missed call from Amy. Sure, he was a little forceful about his feelings, but he never expected Amy to just leave like that. He especially didn't expect her to call. Maybe she needed something? Ha, Matt thought. We'll see if I'm there to help this time.

When push comes to shove
It's never enough
It always comes down to something

Matt walked over to the lockerroom door and locked it, not caring that he was locking his other WWE co-workers out. Slowly, he scrolled through his contacts list and came down to Amy's number. He clicked 'call' and waited to hear her familiar voice.

He was met with Amy's mother's. "Hello?" came her voice, as if she'd been crying.

"Christie?" Matt asked in disbelief. "Where is Amy?" Before Christie could get out a sentence, she burst into loud sobs. "Christie, where is Amy?" Matt asked again in a demanding tone. It worried him that she was crying. "Is she okay?"

"N-no," was his response.

"Why not? What happened?" Matt asked.

"Matt, Amy is sick. Very sick. She doesn't have much longer. She wants to see you," Christie choked out, before starting to cry again. "Please."

"What? What's wrong with her? What do you mean?" Matt's heart stopped momentarily as he heard the woman's cold sobs.

"Cancer… thyroid cancer. It went unnoticed for months by her. She went for a physical last month and she was diagnosed. No treatment could help her. She insists on seeing you one last time, Matt. You need to come to the Atlanta hospital right away."

Matt's throat began to close up. "Cancer?" he choked out. "But I just saw her in June, she was fine!" Matt insisted.

"It's a very fast growing cancer, Matt. It grew much too quickly for the doctors to catch it." Amy's mother sniffled on the other line.

Matt sighed while sitting down, his head whirling from the information. "How long has she been in the hospital?"

"About a month."

"Why didn't anyone tell me sooner?" Matt raged, kicking over his duffel bag. "Why wasn't I told?"

"She didn't want to burden you. I'm afraid that right now, I'm all she has. Shane left when the cancer began to spread. Truth is, I think he's been planning on leaving her for a long time and this was the last straw."

"Burden me?" Matt laughed bitterly. His head floated around the room. Matt didn't want to see her, since he knew she was still mad at him, but if she was dying, he knew he must go. "Alright, I'll be there soon. I'm in Ohio but I'll leave now. Talk to you soon, Christie."

With that, they hung up and Matt rushed to shower and grab his things. He had just won the ECW championship and he wouldn't even be able to celebrate. Matt was almost out the door of the arena when Jeff stopped him. Jeff laughed at Matt's panicked face. "What, man? Can't get out of here quickly enough to party?"

Matt shook his head frantically. "No, it's not that! Amy is dying! I need to get to Georgia!"

Jeff's face turned confused. "What?"

"I cant' explain now, I need to get going. I'll call you later. Tell everyone I'm sorry, but I had other commitments."

"How are you getting there?" Jeff argued.

"Driving, I don't have time for a flight. See you later," Matt finished and ran out of the doors, ignoring the fans pleas for autographs for the first time in his life. He only raised the ECW belt into the air and waved, trying to move as quickly as possible. He didn't know how long Amy had left.

Matt drove relentlessly to Georgia, only stopping for gas and when his bladder couldn't hold his inside anymore. He swerved though the late night traffic and the late night drivers and made to the Atlanta hospital in a record eight hours, making it there around six in the morning.

How could I live
Why would I try
I could learn to live without you
But that's a lie
No giving in
Or saying goodbye
All comes down to one thing
That all of this means nothing without you
All of this means nothing without you

Matt slammed the rental car door shut and ran up to the hospital, going through the glass doors. He was instantly stopped by security.

"Sir, do you realize it's six in the morning? Visiting hours are not for another three." A plump man eating a donut said to him, his tone drone.

Matt looked at him with disgust. "I need to see someone. She's dying!"

The man had no sympathy for Matt. "I'm sorry, you'll need to come back at nine."

Matt sighed. "Look man, I don't know if she'll make it that long! Do you know understand she's dying?"

The man took one look at Matt's frazzled appearance and rolled his eyes. "Sorry."

Suddenly the receptionist from the side spoke up. "Sir, are you Matt Hardy?" she asked. The woman looked to be in her mid-twenties and was very pretty.

Matt quickly laid on the charm. "Yes, yes, I am."

"Who the hell is he?" the security guard asked. It was quickly evident that the receptionist didn't like the security guard.

"One of the world's best pro-wrestlers on earth!" the woman squealed.

"I hate wrestling," the man said. "So fake."

Matt just ignored him. "Listen, I need to see a friend of mine, it's important. She'd dying."

The receptionist's eyes widened. "So it's true?" Matt just looked at her blankly. "Amy Dumas really is dying? I mean, that's who you're here for, isn't it?"

Matt sighed. He needed to see Amy and he knew it was the only way to get in. "Yes, it's true. And I need to see her, can you please let me in?"

The receptionist smiled. "Sure thing. Anything for my favorite WWE couple. Go right ahead up," she said softly, handing him a slip of paper – a visitor's pass. The security guard scowled. "Sorry about Amy."

Matt sighed, "Me too."

Thought I saw you reach out
Thought I saw you try
Waiting here for something, nothing's all I find
Kneeling at your alter, standing on the shore
Ready now to listen, I'm outside your door

He just couldn't go in. Matt stood outside Amy's room, after finding the cancer wing and her section, unable to move. Inside, he could hear Christie's voice. He couldn't see her like that. The conversation inside was about Matt and if he was coming. Amy's voice was hoarse. It pained him to hear her like that, but relieved him since he knew she was still alive.

Suddenly, the door flew open, and out Christie stepped. She was shocked to see Matt standing there. "Matt," she gasped. "We were wondering where you where. Dear, how are you?" her voice too was hoarse, most likely from the crying she'd been doing. Her face was soaked with tear stains.

"I-I, I don't know," Matt admitted. "How is she?"

"Not good. The doctors aren't predicting much longer. Three or four days maximum. She's alert though, which is amazing. She's talking and refusing anything other than what is absolutely needed." Christie sighed. "Such a trooper, my girl."

Matt nodded. "That she is."

Christie patted Matt on the back. "Why don't you go in there now? She's been waiting for you."

Matt couldn't say no to Christie so he took a deep breath, nodded, and walked into the cancer room. The way Amy looked was heartbreaking. She had bruises on her body and she was sickly thin. Her normally beautiful hair was in a matted ponytail and tear stains made her face dirty. He just wanted to run in the opposite direction.

Amy spotted him though. "Matt," she croaked, out going her hand. "You came."

Matt sighed. "Of course," he replied gruffly. And without beating around the bush, he added, "Why didn't you tell me Amy?" he asked softly. "You're dying and I wasn't aware of this until now!"

Amy's eyes welled with tears again. "I'm sorry, Matt. I just couldn't tell you when you were living the best month of your life."

Matt scowled. "Maybe so, but I would have loved to have known about this, Amy!"

How could I live
Why would I try
I could learn to live without you
But that's a lie
No giving in
Or saying goodbye
All comes down to one thing
That all of this means nothing without you
All of this means nothing without you

"Well, sit down, there is more you need to know about," Amy continued, her eyes following his moving body. He couldn't keep his eyes on her, just the sight of his ex-girlfriend made him want to break down.

"More?" he whispered.

"Yes, back to the one night in the summer," she whispered. Matt didn't want to think about that, so he didn't answer. "Matt, we didn't use protection that night," she said.

Matt's eyes widened. "Y-you're pregnant?"

Amy's eyes filled with tears again. "No, I'm not. I was though."

Matt sighed. "A miscarriage?"

Amy started to cry, her small and frail body shaking with each tear. She just looked so helpless and child-like. "I wish. They made me get an abortion when they started chemo. It would have harmed and possibly killed the baby. Not that I could have carried him or her to term anyway," she muttered bitterly.

Tears filled Matt's eyes. "I was going to be a d-daddy?" he whispered.

"Yes, Matt, you were." She sighed. "Shane left when he found out it wasn't his. We hadn't been having sex for a while then since we were rocky even before our little one night stand. It had to be ours. Shane left because of that, and that he couldn't deal with the cancer. We were bound for breakup anyway."

Matt felt his heart snap. He was going to be a daddy and before he even knew about it, it was ripped from him. Though too, he felt bitter. How could Shane leave Amy when she needed him most. "I'm so sorry, Amy." All his bitter feelings from that night melted in his mind.

"I am too. I should have stayed when you asked me to, Matt. Why was I so stupid? I had a man who loved me and I went to the one who couldn't even stay with me at my worst," she muttered bitterly. It was silent for a moment as both sunk in the moment. Matt was still shocked that he would have been a daddy, the only wish – other than a wife – Matt had. "Matt, I'm so scared." Her eyes were filled with the fear of dying.

Suddenly, Matt just stood up and hugged her frail body gently. He wasn't too much of a cuddler but he knew Amy needed every little bit of love she got. "I love you, I always have. You can count on me right now to not leave. I won't ever leave, Amy," Matt whispered, nuzzling his head to hers.

I won't give up, I'm not giving in
No, cause you all know I won't let you down

Almost immediately, both began to cry. And too almost immediately, Matt had an idea. Quickly, he got down on one knee and looked up at Amy with sincerity. "Amy, will you marry me?" he whispered.

How could I live
Why would I try
I could learn to live without
But I would die
No giving in
Or saying goodbye
All comes down to one thing
That all of this means nothing without you

"Matt, I can't marry you, I'm in a hospital bed," she whispered.

"Well, I don't care. We'll have the ceremony here. The hospital has a priest and your mother is here. Though Jeff or my father isn't, this is all we need. Amy, please, marry me?" he asked again.

Amy went quiet for a moment and glued her eyes closed. "Yes."

Only hours later, Amy sat in a wheelchair, her body in a tiny white dress. The two didn't know where they got it from, or how, but it didn't matter. Christie stood to the side, her eyes full of tears while a nurse pushed her down the isle. Matt stood proudly at the end of the hallway, his face beaming. To Matt, she looked more than beautiful.

Of the guests were nurses, the receptionist from down stairs, and Christie. The priest quickly stated the vows and then looked between the two lovers.

"Amy Christine Dumas do you take Matthew Moore Hardy to be your lawfully wed husband?" he asked.

Amy smiled softy, tears pouring freely from her eyes. "I do."

Matt beamed once more and Christie burst into tears in the background. "And Matthew Moore Hardy, do you take Amy Christine Dumas to be your lawfully wed wife?"

Matt replied, "I do."

"Then I now pronounce you, Mr. and Mrs. Matthew Moore Hardy, husband and wife." The small audience clapped behind them. "You may kiss the bride." There was not a dry eye in the room as their lips met.

"I love you Amy," Matt whispered into her ear.

Amy smiled. "And you wouldn't believe how much I love you right now, Matt."

Why would I try
I could learn to live without you
But that's a lie
No giving in
Or saying goodbye
All comes down to one thing
That all of this means nothing without you…

Later that night, Amy Christine Hardy died peacefully in her sleep, Matthew Moore Hardy, right by her side, his head resting next to hers.

All of this means nothing without you.

Next song will be: 'My World' It will be updated when I get an idea... probably in two weeks or so depending. :) Or it could be up tomorrow, you never know!! :D Read and review, alert, and favorite please! :)