Disclaimer: All WWE content is owned by Vincent Kennedy McMahon and any use here is purely for entertainment value only. No copyright infringement is intended.

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?

Distribution: Due to the amount of theft lately with fictions, I am putting a direct list of who can host this fiction. It may be changed in the future but until that time, I am only allowing my own personal site, the Open Archive, and Fan fiction dot net to have access to these works. If you would like to host any of my work please email me with a request.

Series: Mended Hearts Series


And where your love has always been enough for me.

"What do you mean you don't know where my top talent is?" Vince yelled at the two men standing before him. If he still had his hair after that horrid match, now would have been the time he would have ran his hands through it and most likely pulled it out in frustration. His show was scheduled to start in less then an hour and he was only now being told that Trish Stratus was a no show. Just what kind of company did it look like he was running?

"Vince we have tried every place we can think of and even spoken to her friends and it seems no one has been in contact with her all week. It's like she vanished off the face of the earth."

Like his night couldn't get any worse? Of all the women under his employ she was the one least likely to walk out on the business without so much as a word. She had also never been late in her entire time with the WWE before. There had to be more going on here but at the moment Vince knew he had better deal with the slot she had in the show.

"Make a Women's Title match and make it quick. I want it to seem that her being off is no big thing. Then I want you both to find out what the hell is going on!"

He motioned with his hands for the two announcers to make their leave of the room. He needed to be alone to think and they had to get themselves down to ringside before the show started to commentate.

Just as the two men were almost out the door, Vince remembered the one person that they might not have talked too. If there was anyone that might know where Trish had run off to it would be him. That day in his office and the concerned look on the young mans face told him that in spades.

"Get me Jeff Hardy and do it now."

Jim nodded his head and closed the door behind him, leaving Vince to finally put his head in his hands. He had known for some time now that he needed to take a break from running the business, because to no ones knowledge his heart was taking a killing and the doctors had told him to settle affairs so that should the time come, he would be able to leave without everything falling apart. As he sat here now, more worried about Trish then angry, he knew the time had come. He couldn't handle this much all at once.

He heard a small cough and looked up from his desk. Standing before him in all of the multi colored glory he was known for was one half of the tag champions, Jeff Hardy. Just the man that would give him the answers he needed about his newly returned Diva.

"You wanted to see me Vince?" he asked, keeping his voice low, knowing what this was about. Hell the entire arena knew what this was about. He only wished he could help more then he was about to.

"What have you done to my future Women's Champion now Jeff?" was all he said, no emotion at all telling in his voice or expression.

"Vince, I have no idea where Trish is, and if I did I would be the first one at your door to tell you. Something happened last week and that was the last any one has seen of her, Matt and Ashley included. I'm actually pretty worried. You haven't heard one word from her?"

Vince shook his head negatively and rubbed at his forehead, trying to rid himself of the headache that was forming slowly in his temples. He had to agree with the young man though, he was more then a little worried himself. They both knew from experience that this was not like Trish to run off and not leave word somewhere.

"You have no idea where she might have gone? And everyone has already checked her home?"

Jeff nodded. Of course he had checked out her home in Toronto and her car was where they had left it when they had flown in the week before. There were no signs of life and Jeff was hard pressed to say that he hadn't expected to see any either. Wherever she had gone, it was well hidden. He only hoped that what he had done hadn't put her in danger in any way.

"Well thanks for letting me know at least, you can go and suit up for your match. Oh and Jeff, if you do hear from her, you know what you need to do."

Jeff nodded and walked from the locker room, more then a little concerned. There was just no way he would be able to wrestle in his title match tonight with all of these worries about her playing through his mind. He was going to blow it and he knew it. He had better warn Matt before hand otherwise he was going to have hell to pay with his brother at the end of the night.


She walked across the grass, feeling it crunch under her weight and just took in the life around her. There was a swift whirl of the wind, which was causing her hair to be whipped from pillar to post and the bright light of the sun lighting up the sky as the birds chirped from the trees overhead.

"So this is what Jeff has gotten to see every day growing up." Trish murmured to herself as she finally seemed to reach her destination point. The house, situated to the left of her boyfriends, nestled in amongst the trees somehow seemed to feel like home.

Growing up in the city was what she had believed all these years to be the right thing for her, but feeling the nature around her now, smelling the way it smelled made her wonder what else she had been missing out on.

"Can I help you young lady?" the gruff tone of the man the Hardy brothers called Daddy said behind her.

She spun around on her heels so quickly, taken aback with fright in the quiet solitude of the day, she didn't have time to catch herself or her bearings. She felt her ankle twist then and was she sure she heard the snap. Almost as if she had stepped on a stick and broken it in half.

"Oh holy crap!" she blurted out in pain as the older man bent down to check out her ankle.

After a few moments Gil spoke. "It does not look like anything is broken, but you do seem to have twisted it pretty good. How does it feel when you put pressure on it? Are you able to walk?"

She smiled up at the man with the kind face and did as he requested. After a few steps, the sharp pain had slowed down to a dull ache and she knew it was able to be walked on. He motioned for her to come into the house and followed behind her slowly as she did. He was unaware of who this woman was but assumed given her age, it had something to do with his two boys.

As if reading his mind she realized that she should let him know who she was and what she was doing there. "My name is Trish Stratus and I work with both of your boys in the WWE. I'm sorry if I scared you or if I trespassed."

He laughed then and Trish found that it reminded her greatly of her fathers laugh. The way he had been when she was younger. It sounded hearty and comforting and another reason to add to the list that reminded her of what home really should be.

"I'd venture to say that trespassing and scaring me is the least of your worries little lady."

She blushed and looked down at her ankle which now seemed to be turning purple. Least of her worries indeed. Little did he know what her worries really were.

"If you are looking for my boys I'm afraid to say they haven't been home recently. You made the trip for nothing."

How did she bring up the real reason she was there without sounding like some stalker? That the real reason she was in Cameron was not to see Jeff, but more to get away from him because she knew that he was booked all week all over the States and that he wouldn't be home. How did she explain to this man that his son had again hurt her heart and she wanted to know why from the man that had raised him? Before she had the chance to open her mouth and tell him her reasoning though, he spoke again.

"So you are the young woman that got away."

"Excuse me?"

"My boy Jeff, he spoke of this woman, a woman he knew long ago, that he had stupidly walked away from and had never spoken too. He actually sounded pretty torn up about it. You are that woman. That is why your name means something to me.

So Jeff had mentioned her to his father over the years? Was it possible that when Jeff had told her his feelings he had meant every word and this time had just put into a difficult work situation?

Of course that is what happened but you are to fragile that you think he wanted Maria.

Damn that voice in her head again. She had half a mind to shout out for it to shut up but she didn't want Gil Hardy thinking she was loosing her marbles on his land. He might get out the shout gun and shoot her like a mare that needed to be put down.

"He mentioned me?" was what she managed to choke out before he motioned for the sofa and she took a seat, getting all pressure off of her obviously injured ankle.

"From what I remember of those days, he seemed to lose a little piece of himself when he walked away from you. I don't think you know this Ms Stratus but you were my sons first real love."