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Jeff Hardy sat in the locker room, thoughtful as he chewed the inside of his cheek as he eyed the television monitor.
He'd just watched Amy's match - her first in the WWE. It had been against Nidia and had gone very well, ending with the redhead scoring the victory with a moonsault.
The young, colorful-haired man sat silently, distracted by the odd thoughts harassing his brain. He wondered why he wasn't able to rid himself of them.
A sudden knock on the door startled him back to reality, and he looked up.
"It's open!" he called. In walked his friend Jay and Trish, the two holding hands. He gave them a short nod as his gaze returned to the monitor.
"Hey, man... What's up?"
"Just saw Ames' match."
"Us too," Trish said with a smile. "Looks like I'm going to have some tough competition now, huh?"
"Looks like," the short-haired blond man teased, and he received a small hand whacking him in the stomach for his troubles. "Ow!" He put his hands up in surrender. "Okay, okay - I know when to accept defeat. Anyway, I gotta get ready for my match, so I'll see you later, okay?"
Jeff nodded a response, as he was still distracted by his perturbing thoughts. Trish and Jay exchanged a quick kiss before the blond man left.
"Hey," the pretty diva said as she came over to sit by the young man. "What's wrong?" Jeff looked so pensive, she found herself frowning with concern.
The Hardy Boy glanced up and toward the door, nervous although Matt had been out of the room for awhile. How could he even begin to explain what was going on in his head? It was just insane when he thought about it. Yet... it *wasn't*.
"I was just thinkin'," he said vaguely, running a hand through his rainbow locks.
"Well, I know *that*," Trish said. "But why do you look so glum?"
"I'm not exactly 'glum,'" Jeff told her as he eyed her seriously. "More like confused."
"Okay... so why are you confused?"
The man looked up and briefly met the blonde's eyes, his expression still more serious.
"Well... actually, it has to do with Amanda..."
Trish arched a perfectly plucked eyebrow.
"You mean Amy's daughter?"
"Yeah," he replied with a nod. "Mandy... I've been noticing something lately - about *her*. Something very strange, but..." He shook his head again. "It's crazy!"
"What? Come on, Jeff, you're starting to worry me."
The younger Hardy brother cast a quick glance back toward the door before meeting the diva's brown eyes again.
"Okay, well... you know Matt's not really her father and I'm not really her uncle..."
"Uh hmm..."
"Well, I've been noticing something lately," Jeff said, his green eyes downcast for a beat. Then, raising his gaze to the young woman's again, he continued. "I know this is gonna sound crazy, but I see a resemblance between little Mandy and... and..."
Trish remained silent as she eyed him speculatively. She dared not to speak as she wished him to continue and not keep her in suspense.
"... Adam," Jeff finally concluded. "Somehow, I keep noticing some similarities -
*resemblances* between them..."