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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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Be careful what you wish for,
'Cause you just might get it all.
You just might get it all,
And then some you don't want.

"So what was this thing I left here?" Jeff asked after a few minutes of dead silence and watching his father doing his cooking thing. It was amazing to watch his father learning things he hadn't been bothered to deal with when they had all been growing up. It seemed that falling in love again had changed him. He knew his mother was happy and was watching and that she had given her blessing.

"I put it up in your room. So why don't you go up and get it and then come back down and get ready to eat something."

Jeff nodded and immediately turned and walked towards the stairs. Gil heard his son taking the stairs two at a time, either very excited to eat soon or because he really wanted to know what he had left behind and he did his best to hide his smile.

He heard the door then and by the time the screen had slammed, he was at the door.

"Why young lady what are you doing down here? I thought you were upstairs asleep this entire time!"

Trish laughed and hugged the man in front of her. The man she hoped that would eventually be her father in law. If there was ever a man that she wanted to have in her family, it was Gil Hardy. He had done nothing but show her the best kind of care and comfort since she had ended up on his doorstep with a broken heart.

"I needed to get out and get some air. I hope that food is ready now."

Gil looked towards the stairs, and then back at the lady before him. "Its on the table and ready when you are pretty lady. I just need to go up and get something from my room. It won't be but a minute."

He knew that he had to get to Jeff before he called out wondering just what it was that he was supposed to be looking for. As Gil watched Trish enter the kitchen and take a seat, he took the stairs one at a time. He had to make sure his son didn't know she was here yet because when he finally did learn that Trish was waiting for him, Gil wanted it to mean something. He had to be sure that they were both ready for it.

"Ruby you came through for me again. Thank you for taking care of our youngest in his time of need."

As he reached the door and was about to take the knob, Jeff opened the door and looked his father right in the eyes.

"What am I supposed to be looking for? And why does this room smell like ladies perfume?"

Not wanting Trish to overhear them, he motioned for Jeff to go back into the room.

"I thought I put it up here but I guess I didn't. The reason the room smells like ladies perfume is because until recently there was a woman staying in here."

Jeff raised his eyebrows and then took another look down at his old bed. Just what was his father getting at and how much of it was he really going to want to hear. It was then that he saw the papers on his desk and he went to check it out, losing all track of thought as to what his father had done with other women in his bedroom.

He saw the artwork first and he smiled. He had been so into his painting the last time he had used this desk and it showed. The entire desk was full of doodles that had been flowing through his brain and things he just knew had to be on paper or on any flat surface. As he was about to ask his father about lunch he saw the poem and his heart almost stopped.

It had been almost three years since he had written it and here it was, as untouched as the day he had written it. He had put his whole heart into his poem that Trish had inspired and he only wished she could be here so he could finally give it to her. She hadn't gotten the chance then to know that she was in his thoughts and he hoped that one day soon he would be able to finally make her see.

"I can't believe you didn't throw all of this stuff out. Dad, this is almost four years old."

Gil looked at his son and around the room again, the paint and drawings littering the entire room. It certainly still looked like Jeff had never really left home.

"I kept it because I knew that one day, someone would need to be here and see things through your eyes. Your mother once told me that when you wanted to see inside someones heart, all you had to do was go to the one place they love more then anything and just feel."

"Mom was a pretty poet wasn't she?"

His father nodded, letting himself remember the past with his wife and in turn Jeff did the same thing. His mother had always had a line like that one when the time called for it and it never ceased to warm his heart and make him feel her close to him even though she was nowhere near.

"To bad Trish couldn't be here to see into my heart then, because if she was then maybe i could convince her to stay."

"Well son never give up hope on getting what it is that you want. Now why don't we go downstairs and eat lunch. I'm sure your starving and I could use a nice home cooked meal with my son."

Jeff followed his father out of the room then and they slowly made their way down the stairs in silence. Each of them in their own reverie about the past. Gil at peace with the past relationship with Ruby and Jeff relishing in the words of his parents. He knew that someday he would get the chance to make things right again and he only hoped that when he did, she would stay with him forever.

They had made their way to the kitchen when he heard the sound of a chair being scraped across the floor. He looked up and came face to face with the one person he swore deep down in his heart he would never see again. And she had never looked happier.