He strode down the hallway at a brisk pace, on his way to the women's locker room.  He assumed that she would be in there, hoping with all of his heart that she would at least hear him out.  He couldn't stand not being near her, not being able to kiss and touch her... Not hearing her beautiful, bubbly laughter or see her gorgeous, sunny smile... And, perhaps more than anything else, he hated that she was so angry with him - even though it was all his own fault.

As he neared the divas' locker room, he realized that the door was already open, and a couple of women, Ivory and Jacqueline, were exiting the room.  He quickened his pace a bit and neared them, the two divas looking up as they noticed him.

"Is Amy in there?"

Jackie gave the tall blond man an odd look, as she was apparently still in the dark about the relationship he'd had with the redhead.  "Amy?  No, sugar - she came here after the Hardys' match to get her belongings.  She's probably sharing their locker room now, because she never came back here."

Damn, Adam thought, running a quick, nervous hand through his long damp tresses.  Now he was going to have to somehow appeal to Matt or Jeff, possibly both, to get to speak to her.  He didn't think the younger, colorful-haired man would give him any trouble, but his elder brother might pose a problem.

"Thanks, Jackie," he said quickly, then turned around in the direction of where he knew the Hardys' locker room to be.

"Sure thing, sugar!" the African-American diva called after him.

The tall blond Canadian raised a hand to the woman without turning around, hurrying in a near-run, hoping beyond hope that he might come upon Amy alone in the locker room.  God, how he needed to talk to her.  He had seen how upset she'd looked during each one of her appearances on the pay-per-view tonight, and although she was supposed to look unhappy for the storyline, he knew the real reason her sorrow appeared so genuine.

He knocked on the door as he finally came to a stop before it, hesitating for the tiniest fraction before raising his hand to knock.  He shifted a little from foot-to-foot as he heard voices within, and he waited for a response.

To Adam's relief, although Amy wasn't the one who'd answered the door, Jeff was the person who had.  His rainbow-headed friend gave him the slightest look of sympathy and a nod, as he seemed reluctant to say anything to him - and then the tall blond realized why.

"Jeff, who's at the door?" Matt's voice asked from within.  And then, the dark-haired man was at his younger brother's side, his placid expression darkening to anger as he saw Adam standing in the doorway.  "What the hell do you want?"

"I want to talk to Amy."

"She doesn't want to talk to you!" Matt insisted as he attempted to shove his sibling aside to close the door in the Canadian's face.

Jeff shoved back at the darker man.  "Matt, cut it out!  Adam has the right to speak to Amy is she'll let him!  We should let her have the final say on that!"

"No!  As I told this miserable son of a bitch last month, he's not coming near her again!"  Although the elder Hardy's glare was still locked on the tall blond man, he was speaking to his brother.

"Look, Matt...I didn't come here to start trouble," Adam said, desperately trying to keep his voice even.  "All I want is to speak to my girlfriend..."

"Newsflash - she's not your girlfriend anymore!" Matt shouted into the taller man's face.

Adam had to fight the urge to shove the Hardy Boy's face away from him.  He was really starting to piss him off.  "Would you just tell me where she is?"

"No!  Why should I?  You're a worthless piece of crap for what you did to her!  You don't deserve to know where she is, and you don't deserve the chance to speak to her!  Hell, you don't even deserve her knee kicking you where it hurts!"

An angry expression crossed the tall blond man's features as he glared back at Matt Hardy, and, unconsciously, he clenched both hands into fists at his side.  If the other man wasn't careful, he was going to end up pounding him senseless.

"Matt, would you just shut up already?!" Jeff yelled, yanking on the dark-haired man's shoulder and turning him around to face him.  His brother glared into his eyes, seemingly about to ask what his problem was, but the purple-haired young man went on.  "Listen to yourself, man - have you forgotten that you're talking to a guy who's supposed to be your friend?!"

"He's no friend of mine after what he did to Amy!"

"Whatever, man...But you are not Amy's big protector.  It's up to her - nobody else - her if she wants to hear Adam out.  So just butt out!"  He turned to the Canadian.  "Adam, she's in the shower right now, but she'll probably be out soon.  I'd say come back in about ten, fifteen minutes."

"All right," the blond man said, giving the younger man a grateful look.  "Thanks, Jeff."  He glared at Matt, who turned around to stare daggers into him, for another second or two before turning around and heading back to his locker room.

He was going to gather up his stuff and then try to meet Amy back here.