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Stephanie paced nervously in the hotel room as Amy sat up in her bed, now wide awake, her hazel eyes open.

Nearby, at the small table by the window, sat Shane and Torrie.

The brunette was still a bundle of nerves. She just knew that something horrible was going to happen - that is, if it hadn't already happened.

"Steph, will you please calm down?" Shane asked. He couldn't help the worry that he himself felt, not only for his sister and her obvious anxiety, but also for her former boyfriend. She'd explained to him and Torrie not much earlier what had happened - that Adam was gone and Amy had told Stephanie that the blond man had never returned her gun to her.

Amy bit her lip as she eyed each of the other people in the room in turn. Inside, she was feeling more nervous than ever herself. What could he be thinking? What was he planning?

The redhead swallowed hard, fighting against tears. She was terrified of what Adam might be getting himself into.

"How can I calm down?" Stephanie asked in a loud whisper, her gaze fixed on Shane's. She made a conscious effort to lower her voice as she spoke further to her brother and Torrie - not wanting to frighten Amy.

"I have a really bad feeling about this...I...I think that...whatever Adam is planning, it's going to backfire on him..."

Torrie glanced from the brunette to Amy, her large blue eyes full of sympathy. She couldn't imagine what might happen, and the anticipation filled her with horror. What if Adam got shot? What if...? She shuddered, not wanting to think about it.

"Stephanie, stop talking like I'm not even here!"

The three of them turned and focused their gazes on the redhead, who, by now, was standing in front of the bed. Her eyes looked half-haunted, half-angry. She was terrified at the prospect of Adam getting seriously hurt - or worse. At the same time, she was annoyed with Stephanie, Shane and Torrie for trying to shield her.

"I deserve to know what's going on!" she cried, her eyes moistening. She knew that Kurt, Jay and Nora had all gone after Adam - in an attempt to stop him from whatever crazy stunt he had in mind - but aside from that, none of the three people with her had said much of anything.

"Amy, we were just-"

"I know what you were just..." the redhead said, cutting off Stephanie's words. "Don't coddle me, damn it..."

"Amy..." This time, it was Torrie who spoke, and the blonde rose to go to the other woman's side. She reached out and placed both hands on the redhead's shoulder's, and her face appeared full of sympathy as she spoke.

"We're only trying to help you..."

Amy listened calmly, her hazel gaze lowering as she thought about how the blonde obviously wanted to protect her. Then, in the blink of an eye, she reacted almost violently, shoving Torrie hard, flush in the chest, away from her.

"Leave me alone!" she yelled. "Don't fuck with me, and don't patronize me!"

As the three stared, shocked, at the redhead, Amy turned and began to gather up her things.

"What are you doing?" Stephanie finally questioned, concern clear in her eyes.

"I'm going to the scene - just like you wanted to...And none of you are going to stop me!"

There was an ever-so-brief silence as Amy collected the rest of her belongings, then headed for the door.

"Wait - Amy!" This time, it was Shane who'd spoken.

The redheaded diva turned back to face them almost reluctantly, her patience worn thin and nearly completely gone.

"At least let us come with you..."

Amy nodded, then turned back toward the door. As she exited, she heard the others following behind her...