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Summary: Jeff Hardy had made a successful comeback after years away from the WWE, and he should be on cloud nine but he finds himself lost with no direction. Can a person from his past come back and change him for the better or will he be lost forever?

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Series: Mended Hearts Series


And where your love has always been enough for me.

As she reached the floor of the office where she would soon learn her fate she took a deep breath of the air around her. She had never truly noticed how well kept these offices were when she had been here when her career was on a high. She never noticed much of anything when she was flying high with the title, truth be told. She noticed it now, and found herself focusing on the framed photographs that surrounded her. The wall was littered with them.

Every champion that had ever held the belt surrounded the walls, and Trish felt a cold shiver run down her spine. It was if every one of them was looking down on her with accusing eyes. As if they all damned her for leaving in the first place and then now for coming back and wanting a second and last chance.

She shook of the feeling and looked at the door before her. There were other people in there with Vince and his head writer for Raw at the moment and she found herself wondering who was beyond those walls. Who was in there learning their story line fate before she was about to learn her career fate? Were they as frightened as she was at that very moment or was this all just a formality for them like it had been not so long ago for her.

You deserve to be here, your past merits it.

Of course she deserved to be here, and deserved the chance to come back better then ever. Whether or not Vince had agreed to it was another matter. She knew she was being selfish, wanting to come back after just walking away and saying she would never be back.

To her credit she had really thought she was going to go off, do the television show she had been booked on and then go and have a family with her loving husband. So much for those dreams. Dreams had a way of staying that way and as she stood here now, more nervous to be in the building then she had ever been previously, she knew that it was more true then any statement that had ever crossed her lips.

She had been through these dreams before, but the face and the space and the time had been different. How many times had she been alone at night in Toronto, and fantasized about the life she could have with one rainbow hair colored extremist? How many times had they spoken on the phone four years prior about what they both seemed to want out of their life and how they didn't think they would ever get it?

Well she had gotten a brief glimpse at it and now she knew, after the walk out that had happened a few short weeks ago that it was not to happen for her. The man she wanted to be settled with, having a family with was not the man she had married and she had been kidding herself when she had thought that could ever be the case.

Why had she never taken the time to tell him she loved him? Why had she let him walk out of her life back then and moved on like it happened everyday? Why couldn't she just tell him that she wanted a life with him and begged him to stay with her? To never leave her arms again?

Because he wasn't yours to do that too thats why.

And now? What stopped her now from picking up the phone or using her cell and calling him and telling him once and for all that throughout everything she had not forgotten what he felt like, what he smelt like and what she wished could have been between them?

Because he made it clear he does not need you in his life thats why you aren't calling him right now.

Her mind just would not let her forget the past. Amy had always wondered why Trish hadn't admitted her feelings back when she had the chance. Or at the very least told him before she went off to get married, hoping that maybe he might be able to talk her out of it. She hadn't had the gumption then and she seriously doubted that with everything that had happened since that she did now.

The door to the office opened then and she heard Vince saying his cordial goodbyes to the people that were now leaving. She made her way forward, on impulse mostly, until she walked right into the strong chest of the person before her. She knew instantly that it wasn't a woman, because there was no cushion, but when she looked up, she hadn't expected who was standing before her.

The past came back to her in a flash and she felt herself get dizzy. All of the memories of stolen moments backstage, talks about their lives and their future, whether together or apart in the business came flashing back to her all at once. Before she had a chance to ask for help she felt the darkness overtake her.


"Jesus Christ!" he murmured under his breath as he managed to catch her in his arms before she free fell to the floor below. As he held her, half cradled in his arms, he looked at her. He knew they had a special connection and that they had the power to affect each other, like no other two people in the locker room, but this was something he had never had happen before.

"Mary get her some water." Vince snapped, coming completely out of the room now and motioning for Jeff to bring her into his office where they had a couch that would accommodate her.

When they were sure she was situated properly, her head elevated, Mary brought them the water and they proceeded to dip it in a cloth and put it on her head. Within seconds of the action she started murmuring and she moved her body, letting it awaken to the sights and sounds around her.

"What happened?" she managed to croak out before letting her eyes fall and stand on the man that was bent over her, trying to make sure she was okay.

He smiled, but not in the least bit comfortably and rubbed his hand over her hair, making the cloth stay where it was on her forehead to give her some cool air.

"You passed out on me darling. That was not the way I expected to say hello but it works."

She sat still, relishing in the feeling of his hand on her head, taking the gentlest care of her. He had always been this way, wanting to make sure she was okay, helpful and full of words when she could find none at all that made any sense. He was always this caring, this soft hearted. She found that now, with him sitting so close to her that she missed him.

"Oh God I didn't!" she exclaimed and Jeff watched as the rose red came to her cheeks, flushing them and making her almost look like the Santa from his childhood story books. She still looked the way she had the night she had walked out of his life and wrestling for good, or so he thought at the time. She looked even better then she had when he had walked away five years before and he felt the familiar pang in his heart at the thought of her back then.

How he had wished he had told her how much he loved her, and that he needed her in his life. How much he had hoped she would beg him to stay only to get nothing at all.

He shook off the memory and put his focus back on the woman now, the way she was in front of him on the couch, needing help and feeling embarrassed.

"Do you think you can stand now?" Matt asked from behind him making both of them turn with the sound of his voice. They had been so seemingly lost in each other that they hadn't realized any one else had been in the room with them.

"Yeah I think I should be alright now. Sorry about all of the fuss."

When they were sure she was going to be alright, they motioned their goodbyes to the boss and made their way out of the office. Trish watched them go, the entire time hoping he would look back at her, and see the look in her eyes that was needing him to stay, that there was something unfinished between them. But he never did and as soon as the door closed behind them, she knew that he never would look in her direction ever again.