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Adam stood just outside the door to Trish's hotel room, his head down as he contemplated what he needed to ask the little blonde.

It was pretty late, nearly one-thirty in the morning, so he was reluctant about knocking. He figured he would disturb the diva, as she was most likely asleep.

The tall blond man raised a hand and raked his fingers through his long hair as he mentally weighed the pros and cons of this visit. The pros definitely beat out the cons - his reason and urgency for a visit now were far too important. And that made up his mind. He curled his hand into a fist knocked.

A moment later, the door was unlocked and opened, and Adam blinked in surprise at the person standing in the doorway.

It was Jeff Hardy.

"Oh, hi...Sorry, I hope I'm not interrupting anything..."

"No, not at all..." the rainbow-haired man said, and as he held the door open wider as if to invite the Canadian in, Trish suddenly appeared.

"Adam...Hi...What brings you by so late?" The blonde's expression darkened. "Amy...? She didn't have another nightmare...?"

"No...Well, not since the last one..." he said wearily as he stepped into the room. The truth was, since he and the redhead had turned in about an hour and a half earlier, Adam hadn't allowed himself to sleep. He felt the overwhelming need - urge - to stay awake, to monitor her.

Trish seated herself on the edge of the bed, folding her hands primly on her lap as she eyed her friend.

"Jeff and I have been talking about her..." she admitted, her gaze traveling to the younger Hardy brother. "We're really worried about her..."

Adam's green eyes glanced from Trish to Jeff, then back to the blonde woman.

"Adam, Jeff told me what happened to Amy..."

"What do you mean?"

Trish swallowed hard, her gaze falling to the floor.

"He and Matt know what happened...Everything..."

Adam glanced back at Jeff Hardy, whose face looked grave and pale. If he didn't know any better, the young man most likely wished the diva hadn't been quite so candid just now.

"You...you know?" he asked, his gaze still trained on Jeff.

The North Carolinian raised his head to meet the tall blond man's gaze, and it was then that Adam realized his eyes were full of tears. It shook him to his very core...

Jeff nodded. "I know as much as I've been told...as much as I've heard. The only person who could ever know the entire story is Amy herself...and the bastard that..." He allowed his voice to trail off.

Adam's green eyes grew wide at his friend's words, his heart thundering uncomfortably in his chest. He felt sick and hoped he would not vomit at any moment.

"Jeff..." the blond man managed. Again, he shifted his gaze to eye Trish, who sat somberly, her head down. Adam could see the tears streaming down her face. "...What happened to Amy? What...What do you know...?"

The young man raked a hand through his long, colorful hair, swallowing hard as he looked up in an attempt to meet the tall Canadian's eyes squarely.

"She was in Queens, New York, with ECW, for a few shows at the Elk's Lodge..." Jeff began, his voice barely above a whisper. "And on her way back to the hotel one of those nights, she was alone...And...some guy grabbed her..." The Hardy brother closed his eyes as he paused, taking a deep breath. Then, "He held her captive in his basement for nine days...He...he raped her..."