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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

Authors Notes: Thank you for the reviews, I am slowly getting more into the story in terms of the meaty parts, so I hope you all like it as it comes.


I don't regret this life I chose for me.

She walked the halls with a purpose. Most of the superstars had known about her return this week but the crowd, even if they read the dirt sheets still had no idea that her comeback was about to make waves. It had been three weeks since her meeting with Vince, the same meeting she had fainted on Jeff Hardy and she found that even after seeing him and knowing he was alright and handling his life fine, that she couldn't put him out of her mind.

You just need to get over the past is all. It will fade soon enough.

She could only hope with all her might that that was indeed the case and that she would just magically put him out of her mind one day never to look back again. That was what she had been trying to do for three years now and so far it hadn't worked one lick. So what were the odds it was going to work now?

She was brought out of her reverie as she was grabbed from behind in one of the biggest bear hugs of her life. She was famous for those hugs as her father had done them on her for years and had never once been beat in the strength department. She found now though that this man was a hell of a lot stronger then her father.

As her captor let her go, she turned around and came face to face with one of her closest male confidants on the Raw roster, since had joined a few short years before. "Well if it isn't the injury major himself."

He smirked at her and wrapped his arms around her this time in the tightest of hugs. When he finally let go, she smiled at him and motioned for them to walk together.

"So what does it feel like to be back in the habit again Trish? I can only imagine what a rush this all must be for you."

"You have no idea Paul. When i walked away, I never thought I would grace another arena walkway again. But look at me now right? Ready to go out there and shock the world with my return. I should be shaking right now but all I can feel is dizzy with happiness. I really missed this."

He nodded and smiled again. "Tell me about it, come time for Summer slam I might just rip someones head off in the middle of that ring I don't know how to live when I am not in the ring wrestling."

She knew this from experience. When she had decided that the time had come for her to become more of a wrestler and less of a valet, Paul had been the one she had gone too. He knew the business inside and out and he taught her so much about what she needed to do to really make it. And make it she had, exceeding both of their expectations. But in the meantime, they had joined into a tender friendship, one that even though she had walked away, hadn't seemed to change one bit.

She knew of his love of the business, and she knew that when he finally retired, Matt Hardy would be there to take his place. No one loved this business more then Paul and then Matt. So it would only be natural for the elder Hardy to take over where Paul would leave off.

Why does everything have to come back to the Hardyz?"

She blew off the thought, knowing that she was right in realizing that she did keep coming back on the topic of them like an old habit. She again tried to focus her attention on Paul and what he was now saying but found that she had missed it when he finally stopped.

"You didn't hear a word I said did you?" he asked lightly, knowing where her mind must be at the moment and wanting to give her as much space as she could handle to come to terms with it. Everyone in the locker room area knew of the past with Trish and Jeff Hardy and everyone knew that eventually it was going to hit the fan. It looked like tonight might be the night.

"I'm sorry Paul, my mind is just not where it should be right now."

"You have been thinking about Jeff haven't you?"

"Was it that obvious?"

Paul laughed and took Trish's hand into his, squeezing it ever so gently. "It isn't that obvious but because I know you and we have talked at length over the years about this same issue, I can kind of see it coming. Have the two of you talked at all?"

"I fainted on him a few weeks back at Titan, but other then that he hasn't said much of anything to me and I to him. My head believes it might just be better that way but my heart doesn't seem to want to accept it."

"Truer words were never spoken Trish. You cannot deny the heart what it wants because if you do, then you end up cold and alone. Take it from someone who until Stephanie walked into my life was doing just that. You need to talk to him and you need to do it soon, to at the very least put the demons of the past to bed for good."

He squeezed her hand one more time before walking away and leaving her standing all alone. And that was exactly how she felt in that moment in time. Completely alone. What had she been thinking coming back here now? Not wanting to debate it any longer she decided she needed to get some air to clear her thoughts and headed for the only place she could think of that she would get it. The outside of the arena.


"Jeff why do you insist on leaving the locker room every damn night and going outside? What the hell is out there that you can't find in here?"

Jeff threw his brother a look and grabbed his jacket from the hook on the wall. Every city that they went too had different temperatures and this one was no different. He felt shivers going through his body on the way here in the rental car and he wanted to make sure he was protected against getting sick. There was no way he was going to miss his weekly meeting outside.

"Piece of mind Matt, something that you keep telling me is good for the soul. Look I won't be gone that long, I never am and then we can get together and go over the match. I just need to get some air alright?"

Matt grunted and went back to stretching and working on his sore muscles. He had taken a beating in the match against Mr. Kennedy only a week before and he needed to make sure he worked the kinks out before the tag match with Cade and Murdoch later that night.

Jeff headed out the door, on a mission and knowing exactly what he needed at a time like this. He knew she was in the arena, he could feel her presence here, but it also helped that Ashley had come by to warn him so it wouldn't come as too much of a shock. He only hoped that by escaping into the great outdoors, he could avoid all the awkwardness that tonight was sure to bring.

As he opened the door and slid out, trying hard not to trip the alarm that was attached above the door, he heard the door click behind him and took a deep breath. It was then that he heard the gasp of breath and realized he wasn't as alone as he had hoped he would be.