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Trish raked a hand through her hair nervously as she and Jeff walked down the hotel hallway.

The little blonde glanced all around warily. After the events of earlier that night at the arena, she couldn't help but feel worried. The Rock had been following her for the last week or so... Watching her - stalking her. And now that she was becoming closer to Jeff Hardy, she knew it would only get worse...

"All right, here we are..." the younger Hardy brother said almost cheerfully. They had arrived at Trish's hotel room. He was holding the keycard in his right hand, the blonde diva's suitcase in his other.

"Thank God..." Trish breathed, as the trip back here had been blessedly uneventful.

The rainbow-haired man was about to turn around to leave as he murmured a goodbye, but the diva grabbed hold of his arm, stopping him.

"Jeff, no...please don't go..."

He turned to examine her pretty but anxiety-filled face. There was fear in her brown eyes.

"Okay..." he said softly, concern entering him as he realized just how nervous she truly was.

Without another word, Trish breathed an audible sigh of relief. She pushed the door open, and Jeff entered the room, her bag still in his hand. He didn't have his own luggage to burden him because they'd actually stopped at his room first.

The blonde quickly shut and locked the door behind them, her hands shaking somewhat. Afterward, she made her way to the bed, sitting down on its very edge.

"Hey, are you all right?" the Hardy Boy asked. He seated himself nearby, his gaze fixed on the young woman before him.

"I'm...I'm just a little shaky..."

"Trish, what's going on?" Jeff questioned, and he leaned slightly forward to examine her more closely.

"It's...The Rock," she blurted. "He's been following me for the last week..."

"What?! Has he put his hands on you? Has he-"

"He hasn't done anything but follow me - at least up until tonight..." Trish said. "Tonight, for some reason, he got a little bold and accosted me..."

"If you want me to challenge him again, I'll kick-"

"You don't have to do that, Jeff..." the blonde woman said, shaking her head. Her eyes trailed down, and she continued. "I...I really appreciated you challenging him for me tonight, though...it was really sweet..."

It was true. Although Jeff had lost the match, Trish nonetheless felt so grateful toward him. He was acting as her knight in shining armor - something that, oddly enough, she hadn't experienced since The Rock had saved her from becoming just another victim of Vince McMahon's 'Kiss My Ass' club about a year and a half earlier...

"Well, just the same," Jeff said, "I'd be honored to do it again..."

"Thanks...Look, Jeff - I think I'll be all right now. Thank you for listening to me..."

"Don't mention it, sweetheart..." he replied as they walked to the door.

Trish stood up on her tiptoes and gave him a quick kiss on the lips before he left...