Using the key card she had retrieved from Randy's room, Candy opened the door to her shared hotel room. She took a seat in the little kitchenette, fighting the tears that streamed down her face. Suddenly, Candice and Mickie were at her side comforting her.

"What happened," Candice asked.

"J…Jeff Hardy," Candy balled before rushing away and locking herself in the bathroom.

Jeff Hardy paced the room he shared with Gregory 'Shane' Helms. He ran his hands through his blue-blonde hair.

"Gah," he thought to himself, "obviously whatever happened with Randy Candy had regretted. She was a sobbing heap when I found her and then I just abandoned her. I have to find her and apologize."

Jeff rushed out of his room to the last place he'd seen her. Jeff knocked on Randy's hotel room.

"What now," Randy growled when he opened the door.

"Which room is Candy in?"

"Decide not to pass up a chance to get a piece of that ass?"

"Shut your mouth, Randy. Where is she?"

"She's a complete prude," Randy said, leaning against the doorway and crossing his tattooed arms over his bare chest," we were barely kissing and she flipped out."

"Randy, just tell me what room she's in. The only reason you're still alive right now is because I'm more worried about Candy, then your sorry ass."

"I'd love to help you," Randy said sarcastically, "but I don't know what room she's in."

Jeff spun on his heel and walked to the room across from Randy's. After pounding on the door, John Hennigan finally answered.

"Dude, do you know what time it is," John asked, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.

"Do you know what room Candy's staying in?"

John shook his head, "sorry man."

"Gah," Jeff said, throwing his arms up in the air and walking to the next room.

"Can I make a suggestion," John called from behind him, "if you want a booty call, have the decency to find out where she's staying before hand."

Jeff went all the way down one side of the hallway before starting back up the other. Jeff was about to give up and head back to his room. Jeff knocked on one last door. Mickie James opened the door, after he knocked, shooting him an evil glare.

"Please, please, tell me Candy's staying with you," Jeff begged Mickie.

"She is," Mickie replied curtly.

"Thank god. Can I come in? I have to talk to her."

"I don't think she wants to talk to you," Mickie said, going to close the door in Jeff's face.

Jeff shoved his foot in, keeping the door ajar. "Please, just let me explain myself to her. I screwed up. If she doesn't want to hear me out, let her say so to my face."

Mickie relented, allowing Jeff in the room. Candice turned around from the bathroom door, where she had been talking to Candy trying to get her to come out, but was receiving no response.

"Why the hell did you let him in here," Candice asked Mickie.

"Well, she isn't talking to us. We might as well let him try."

"What are you guys talking about? Is Candy okay? Did something happen," Jeff asked.

"Candy locked herself in the bathroom and won't come out."

Jeff walked over to the bathroom door, knocking softly, he said, "Candy, its Jeff. I'm going to come in, so we can talk. Open the door for me."

Jeff heard the click of the door unlocking. He let himself in, quickly closing the door behind him.

"Candy, I am so sorry."

Candy looked up from where she was curled in the corner.

"I don't care about Randy, and I'm sorry about totally dissing you. Please, talk to me," Jeff pleaded.

"I'm…I'm not mad at you about the Randy thing," Candy choked out, "I get it. It looked bad."

"Then what's wrong?"

"I…," Candy stumbled, using the heel of her hand to wipe the tears off her face, "it's stupid, just…"

"Tell me. I'm the King of Stupid. I'll understand."

"What happens after tomorrow?"

"What do you mean?"

"Tomorrow. After we find out the results, everything will be different."

"Come on, Candy. It'll be fine. We don't even know that the results will say that it's me or Matt."

Candy snorted, "Seriously? You were there, wrestling; do you remember any other wrestlers name Hardy?"

"No," Jeff relied softly.

"Exactly."

"What I don't get is why you haven't asked you mom," Jeff asked, taking a seat beside her on the floor.

Candy sighed, "Awhile back, my mom was diagnosed with severe bipolar disorder. Due to her constant mood swings, I can't ever be completely sure what's truth and what's a lie. The Hardy thing is a constant, which is how I know it's true."

After a few moments of silence, Jeff turned to Candy, "Well, this isn't a lie. I, Jeffrey Nero Hardy, promise you, Candrima Hardy Vachon, that I will always be there for you, no matter what the results say."

"Jeff…"

"Now, come one, let's get you in bed."

Jeff supported Candy as they walked out of the bathroom. Candice and Mickie were pretending to be asleep.

"I really need to tell them what's going on, so they don't get the wrong idea," Candy thought to herself, while Jeff helped her into bed.

As Jeff was turning to leave, Candy asked, "Can you lay with me until I go to sleep? I don't want to be alone."

Jeff climbed into bed next to her and within seconds they were both asleep.

---

Candy woke up to the sound of giggling voices.

"Shhhh…. She's waking up."

Candy peeked open her eyes and saw Candice and Mickie sitting on the edge of the bed next to her, smiling like school girls.

"You and Jeff," Mickie asked, keeping her voice low.

Candy shook her head. She looked to her side and saw Jeff still fast asleep. Slipping out of bed as quietly as possible, Candy grabbed the girls' arms and dragged them into the hallway. As soon as the door was closed, Candice and Mickie could no longer restrain themselves.

"So, if you and Jeff aren't a thing, what's going on," Candice asked.

"Tell us everything," Mickie added.

Before Candy could respond her stomach grumbled, "Come on, let's get breakfast."

"And then you'll spill?"

"Yes, and then I'll spill."

---

Once they were all seated at a table in the lobby with food in front of them, Candy told them the whole story. She started with Matt and Melina's confession and went all the way through to Jeff's promise last night, making sure to leave nothing out.

"You guys have to promise you won't say anything."

"Are you going to eventually tell people," Candice asked, "This is like a pretty big deal."

"I don't know," Candy replied honestly, "I guess it all depends on what the results say."

"And your getting them today," Mickie asked.

"Yea, this afternoon."

"Can we come with," Candice asked.

"Seriously Candice," Mickie said, "even I know that'd be too much. She's under a lot of stress as it is; having a group of people there won't help her nerves."

"Fine," Candice pouted, "but you'll text us as soon as you find out right?"

"Totally, just please don't make a big deal about it, when your around Jeff and Matt. In fact, don't even let them know that you know."

"Promise," Candice and Mickie said at the same time.

---

Melina and Matt stood outside Candy's room knocking on the door.

"Candy! Open the door; you're going to miss breakfast!"

Both were surprised when Jeff opened the door.

"What are you doing here," Matt asked his younger brother.

"I just umm…"

The elevator pinged behind them. They all turned around when Candice, Mickie, and Candy stumbled out laughing, trying not to spill an overflowing tray of food.

"Jeff! We brought you food," Candice squealed.

"Can someone tell me why Jeff's in your room?"

"We kidnapped him and decided to make him our love slave," Mickie replied, trying not to laugh.

"Right," Candice added, "Cuz I don't know why he couldn't be our love slave. It's not like he's related to any of us."

"Candice…"

"What? I said he wasn't related. I didn't let them know that I knew that Jeff could be your dad."

"But, you just did," Candy groaned.

"Oops," Candice said, trying her best to look innocent.

---

"Who else did you tell," Matt demanded once they were all safely inside the room, "I hope you realize if the company finds out about this we are all going to be exploited."

"They aren't going to tell anyone."

"Really, because Miss Bubble Head couldn't keep her mouth closed for two seconds."

"Matt," Melina said, wrapping her arms around Matt from behind, "four more hours until the results come in. Just relax until then."

"Fine, but I'm not risking any of you, especially those two, saying anything. So, we are all going to stay here, in this room, until two o'clock rolls around and we can learn the results."