Amy felt slightly depressed.  Although she'd seen Adam earlier that day, she missed him horribly.  He, along with Jay, was in WWF New York, hosting RAW for the evening - while she was at RAW in Boston.  They wouldn't be together all night, and would meet up again for the SmackDown taping tomorrow.

Amy sulked a little in the women's locker room as she awaited her spot in the evening's show.  Most of the other divas came and went, not paying her any heed because they were in groups of two or three, engaged in conversations and focused on matches.

The redhead was so distracted that she didn't even notice a solitary diva who had stepped into the room when the others had left.  The woman regarded Amy cautiously for a bit, then sat down on the plush black leather couch beside her.

"Hi, Amy."

The redheaded diva turned her head in the direction of the voice, which had startled her.  Her guard went up just a fraction as she took in the slightly uncertain, almost nervous smile the blonde woman gave her.

"Hi, Trish..."

"Penny for your thoughts?"

"Oh, it's...it's nothing...I was just thinking, that's all," Amy said.

The petite blonde bit her lip, sensing what was on the other woman's mind.  Although she knew they were keeping their relationship secret, Trish knew the redhead and her fellow Torontonian, Adam, were together.  In fact, the blond man had approached her as he had two months previously.  Initially, Trish had thought he was going to ask her for yet another favor - one that would upset her as well as Amy - but to her pleasant surprise and relief, he hadn't.  Instead, he'd revealed that things between Amy and himself were going well.  And the blonde diva was genuinely happy for both of them.

The only thing she was unhappy about was the fact that, since all the little favors she'd done for Adam, Amy seemed to have pulled away from her.  That hurt - Trish and the redhead had become very fast friends soon after the Canadian's debut just over a year earlier - and Trish missed their friendship tremendously.

The blonde woman glanced down at the floor for a moment as she pondered telling Amy something.  But how could she do that?  Adam hadn't wanted the redhead to know what he'd been up to back when he'd had Trish doing him those favors.  And Trish knew the reason behind it - and why he'd been so sneaky and even a little underhanded.  He'd been scared - the tall, normally fearless, exceptionally handsome blond man had been feeling scared and insecure.  Adam was her friend, and Trish had sworn she wouldn't tell...and although she couldn't imagine this thing causing friction between them if she did tell Amy, she still didn't want to take chances.  Besides, the blonde had given the man her word - and she always honored her word.

Trish looked up to study Amy.  The redhead looked a bit sad - lonely.  She smiled a little to herself, for she knew Amy was in love with the tall blond Canadian man.  Trish thought it was sweet.  She hoped that Adam would never pull the wool over the young woman's eyes again.

"Hey...would you like to get some coffee or something?" she suddenly asked, reaching out to gently touch the other woman's arm.

Amy looked back up to meet the kind, warm chocolate-brown eyes of the woman who had once been one of her best friends in the WWF.  She could see something in those eyes - a sort of longing.  It sort of endeared her.  Trish so obviously wanted to pick up their friendship where it had been left off - and Amy had to admit she'd missed it - missed Trish.

"Okay...sure," the redhead finally replied.  "Why not?"  She gave the other woman a small but genuine smile.

Trish's smile transformed into a full-fledged grin as they stood up and departed the locker room together.

*

"This sucks," Adam said grouchily as he and Jay sat alone in a small backstage room inside WWF New York.  "I'd much rather be at RAW right now."

"Well, hey - be happy they're giving us some time off after WrestleMania," the shorter man said.  "And we deserve it after the beating our bodies took in TLC 2."

"I know, but...well, what about Matt and Jeff?  And the Dudleys?  They still went to RAW - and are seeing action tonight as well."

Jay glanced at his best friend, unable to hold back the laugh he felt coming.  He snickered uncontrollably as the last few words the other man had spoken echoed in his head.

"What's so funny?" Adam asked seriously, no trace of humor on his face.

"Sorry, man, but..."  Jay was nearly overcome by his laughter.  "...you're just jealous because you wanted to see some action tonight - and you won't...well, maybe you will - with that."  He pointed at Adam's right hand, which was resting casually on his right thigh.

The tall blond smirked at his friend's crack and hilarity.  "Ha ha, very funny...but at least I only have to do that tonight - unlike someone else I know..."

"Ooh!  Touche!  Low blow - no fair!" Jay exclaimed, making a time-out gesture with both hands.  "Shit, Adam - that was B-R-utal!"

"Yeah?  Well, you deserved it."

Jay laughed.  "Fair enough."  Changing the subject, he said, "Hey, Amy and the Hardys have got a match against Austin, Triple H and Stephanie tonight, right?"

Adam peered at him over the top of his silver sunglasses.  "Yeah...and of course, they're going to lose."

"Naturally...I mean, this is Stone Cold and the Game-uh we're talking about here..."

"I still wish I were at RAW tonight," the tall blond said, a wistful tone in his voice.

"Aww, isn't that sweet?  You miss Amy," Jay teased.  He still couldn't believe the redhead and his best friend were a couple.  It had seemed like only yesterday that they had despised one another.  And he had honestly believed Adam had had something going on with Trish Stratus - never in a million years would he have thought his best friend had been disappearing nights to be with Amy Dumas.

Jay had gone to apologize to the redhead for walking in on her and Adam a mere six days earlier.  He had bumped into her in the hallway of the arena during a house show in Columbus, Ohio.  He'd been on his way to the buffet, and she'd been heading in the direction from which he'd just come, leading him to believe she was on her way to see Adam.  Although she'd appeared uncomfortable, her hazel eyes darting around as though she'd been afraid someone would overhear them, he'd apologized profusely and sincerely.  Amy's face had turned about as red as her hair, which Jay had found cute.

Before he'd left her, he'd suggested she or Adam leave something on the doorknob outside of the room if they happened to be doing something they didn't want witnessed by anyone else - so that he would know when to back off.  He'd nudged her on the arm when he'd said that, and while the diva had still looked embarrassed enough to want the floor to swallow her whole, she'd laughed softly, thanking him for that suggestion.

He smiled as he eyed Adam, who hadn't said another word.  The tall blond man appeared to sulk, which spoke volumes.  His best friend's demeanor told Jay that Adam wasn't merely sleeping with the redhead - he was in love with her.

*

Amy found herself laughing as she and Trish sat together in the tiny cafe downstairs from the arena, sipping espressos.  The redhead realized how much she'd missed her friend as they reflected over their past on-air feud.  Both women had enjoyed the Hardyz/T&A feud, and, along with it, the Lita/Trish Stratus feud.

"I cannot stress how happy I am that my most current storyline is officially over," the blonde said, rolling her eyes in disgust.  She had absolutely hated the angle in which she'd played Vince McMahon's plaything - literally.

"God, I don't blame you," Amy said.

"I swear, if anyone ever suggests such a role for me again, I'll flat-out refuse...I might take it a step further," Trish said emphatically.  "I might even consider going to Harvard for that M.D. after all."

Amy smiled sadly.  If it ever came down to such a thing happening, she would be glad for the petite blonde for standing up to the boss, but at the same time, she would be sad to see her friend leave.  As it was, she doubted Trish would ever be made to act out such things again.  She only hoped no one, especially Mr. McMahon, would ever have a similar storyline in mind for her.  She thought she didn't have to fear that, as it seemed only the blonde divas were subjected to such rotten treatment.  She was suddenly feeling grateful for her auburn hair.

"So, how are things going, Amy?" Trish asked, a smile spreading across her pretty face.

"Great, actually..."

"So...you and Adam are really getting along, huh?"  The petite Canadian leaned almost conspiratorially toward her friend, her smile increasing even more.

Amy blinked, surprised that Trish would mention Adam and her, especially in such evidently good spirits, given the two Canadians' not-so-recent past.  She arched an eyebrow, thinking that if their roles were reversed, she would never mention such a thing to her friend.  Then again, tact and diplomacy had never been traits Sagittarians were known for - and Trish was certainly not an exception to the rules of her astrological sign.

"Um...yeah, we are," she finally said.  She bit her lip, somewhat uncomfortable discussing her relationship with Adam with the blonde.

"That's great...I'm really happy for you both."

Amy turned to look into the other woman's face.  She seemed sincere, but Amy just couldn't be a hundred percent certain.  And she didn't like that feeling - especially when it revolved around one of her friends.