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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: Don't worry Trish Orton, late is always better then never and I welcome you aboard for this story like you have been for my other ones! I'm glad you like what is written so far, that goes for all of the reviewers and I only aim to please as it goes on. Below you will find the chapter where they come face to face without the fainting! Also to clarify, Matt is only against Trish and him talking because he knows the past with her has messed up his brother on more then one occasion. At least that was how I saw it in my head when I wrote it. LOL I hope you all like where this goes.


But these places and these faces are getting old,

So much for putting her out of mind by getting out of the building. He took her in, the light of the day still lingering and the sun adding a slight glow to her blond hair. As he looked at her eyes, he saw that she had been out there to do the same as him, to erase the past and to stop it from hitting them like a train going at full speed.

He always found that with the fans he met, and the people he knew and dealt with in his personal life, the eyes had a way of telling much more then words ever could. That was what he could pick up from her now as she stood, nervous and thoughtful before him. She had so much hidden behind those eyes and the longer he stood without speaking, the more he wanted to know just what all of that was.

"Well I suppose this was going to happen sooner or later." she said then, breaking him away from his thoughts of her and back to the reality of standing before her. "I can get out of your way if you came out here to be alone."

She started to move, to walk around his left side and he found himself bring his arm out and put a stop to her. He had wanted to be alone, to try and put the past behind him, but seeing as now it was staring him in the face, there seemed to be no better way to deal with it. "You don't need to run off Trish, I'm sure we can share the same space."

Little did he know that sharing space with him was the entire problem to begin with. He looked better then ever, his hair still the rainbow it had always been, but he looked like the years had treated him well. He had obviously been in the gym and working on becoming bigger then he had been just a few short years before. His body was well defined and she had to fight hard to banish the thoughts she was now having about feeling what he felt like.

Share the same space indeed? Did he not realize that just being around him was causing her mind to do all sorts of crazy things. She was finding it hard to breathe, her forehead breaking out in a cold sweat. Even her palms here getting sweaty, like they had when she was younger, and crushing on a guy.

You cannot crush on this man again, it will only lead to heartbreak.

"Jeff I can't be here, not with you. I'm sorry."

She again tried to make her way past him, refusing to give him any sort of look to let him know what she was dealing with inside of herself right now. She just wanted to get back to her job and not have to think about Jeff Hardy and what he had the power to do to her.

As she made her way to the door she heard it, the sound of his voice cracking, very low, and almost seductive. The same voice she had come to love and never really forget about despite their time apart.

"Don't leave."

He reached out for her arm then and she found herself allowing herself to give in and let him pull her back. When she was back and face to face with him, she found herself at a loss for words.

How many times had she wished for this to happen? For him to see her, to come to her and just tell her not to leave him? How long had she been dreaming of this feeling now as he held her hand, sweaty palms and all? She had never really been fair to her marriage to Ron because this dream had always been there, just lying underneath the surface.

"Why should I stay?"

He gazed at her then, letting his eyes fall right in line to hers and he cupped her cheek with his hands, the warmth of them causing her body to react in ways it hadn't since he had walked out on her all those years ago.

"Because I need you."

Trish shied away from him then, turning her eyes down to the ground beneath them, anywhere to stop from seeing the truth in his eyes. He wasn't lying to her about needing her, but she did not want to go back there again. He hadn't needed her four years ago, so what made him need her so badly now? Wasn't she the same woman she was then, wanting the same things from him? If he found it so easy to walk then, why not walk now?

"For years all I wanted was for you to need me the way you say you do now and you never did Jeff. You found it dandy to walk out on me and what might have been without a second thought to what it might do to me, or to us. So why should I stay here now and allow you to need me?"

She knew what she had said had pained him, the look of absolute pain and grief was written now all over his strong male features. But she knew she was right in asking him what she was because she would not allow herself to be played again. The pain of the last time was still fresh.

"You don't need to stay here and let me need you Trish, I would need you even if you walked out right now. I just wanted to be honest with you for once because I know I never have been."

If there had ever been any truth to anything Jeff Hardy had said it was now. He had not given her the chance to love him, the chance to be the person he needed her to be. He had always assumed he knew that she was better then him and she should have better. He had denied his feelings and walked out on her, all the while telling her lies to make her forget him. It was obvious to him now that she had never forgotten him and what they never had the chance to have.

"I can't go back Jeff.." she said then, very voice a low drawl, the pain of just being here with him now coming to the surface. She was supposed to be a new person now, a person who wouldn't let the past get to her. But it was and she knew that if she didn't put a stop to it now, it would only lead to more heartbreak down the line.

"I don't want you to go back, I want you to go forward." he answered back. Taking his hand into hers, he kissed her palm gently, letting her sweat transfer to his lips. Tasting her pain as he did it.

He had told her the truth, he didn't want them to focus on the past but on whatever the future should hold. He had been troubled by the past for the past few weeks since he had been told of her comeback to the ring and he found that now, with her standing in front of him, opening herself up more then she wanted too, that all he wanted to do was wipe the past away.

He saw a single tear fall from her eye then and with a quick movement he wiped it away. Looking her deep in the eyes then, wanting so much to kiss her, to feel what it would feel like to have her lips on his, he whispered to her. Words he felt more then ever, but knew for once she needed to hear.

"Help me hold on."

He let go of her and headed for the door to enter the arena then, but before he could get to it, she spoke again.

"Hold on to what?"

"To the one thing I have wanted with you since I laid eyes on you. Help me hold onto love."