"Ames...do you want to talk about it?"

The redhead turned around and gazed at her dear friend.  She hadn't realized Jeff had followed her - she had walked him to his locker room and then taken off down the hallway, intent on returning to her own locker room to watch Adam and Jay's match against Kanyon and Diamond Dallas Page.  She also wanted to get back to Nora and Torrie, neither of whom had matches that night.  Nora was getting a night off while Torrie obviously was to be out of action as well as not valeting for anyone for awhile.

"Oh, Jeff," Amy said softly, her entire being nearly in turmoil as she put her arms around the rainbow-haired young man.  She felt as though she might break down and cry, but she wouldn't - she refused to give in to tears, vowing instead of remain typically tough as nails.  The only time she'd cried during this entire ordeal had been when Levesque had run her and Adam off the road - and she wasn't about to succumb to tears again.

Jeff stroked his friend's back as he held her.  "I'm here for you - just know that...for you, Adam and Jay, but especially you."

The redhead pulled back to gaze into his warm green eyes.  "I'm...I'm sorry, Jeff..."  She ran a hand through her long hair as she let him go.

"For what, honey?"

"For being...such a bad friend in the last couple of days," she said softly, looking down, a feeling of misery coming over her.

"Amy, look at me..."

The diva obeyed, raising her head and meeting his eyes sadly, and the Hardy Boy continued.

"...you have not been a bad friend...you have been distracted because you've been a troubled friend.  I understand...And I want to be there for you."

"Jeff, no," Amy begged.  "I don't want him to go after you.  Please...please just stay out of this...I know you want to help, but I would never forgive myself if-"  Her voice trailed off as she gazed at him.

The young man thought it over for a beat, then nodded.  "Well, the police are still on the lookout for him, right?"

"Yes..."

"Okay...they'll probably catch him soon.  But until then, I'll do as you say."  The words were difficult for him, for as soon as he'd heard what was going on, he and Matt had both wanted to help in any way they could.

"Thank you..."  Amy moved forward and held tightly to her best friend, and Jeff hugged her close.

*

Moments later, Amy was in the women's locker room, sitting on the sofa in front of a TV monitor.  Edge and Christian were announced for the next match, and she watched as Adam and Jay made their way down the ramp to the ring.

Amy looked up as the door opened, and Nora came to sit near her on the sofa.  The little blonde managed a tiny smile as she eyed the vision of the smaller of the two Canadians.  Over the last couple of days, Nora had officially come to think of Jay as her new boyfriend.  He was very special, and already so deeply embedded in her heart.

Both divas remained silent as they watched the match, until Amy shifted her eyes to the woman beside her.  The redhead noted the sparkle in Nora's blue eyes, and, despite the unease she'd been feeling, managed a tiny smile of her own.

"You're really crazy about him, aren't you?"

The petite blonde met Amy's hazel eyes.  "Yeah...I am," she said softly.  "Jay is...he's wonderful...he's like a Godsend..."  She ran a hand through her long platinum curls.  "...he's like my...savior."  A small smile touched her lips as she shifted her gaze back to the vision of Jay on the television screen.

Amy bit her lip gently and smiled.  She thought it was sweet that her friend felt so intensely about the Canadian man.  She noted Nora had called him her "savior."  The redhead supposed that was true, as Paul Levesque hadn't gone after her - or after Jay to "reclaim" his girlfriend.  It was no wonder she felt so safe and secure with him.

Nora glanced back at her friend as she'd grown silent.  The other diva's eyes were glued to the form of Adam, who was now currently in the ring against Kanyon.

"You really love him, don't you?"

Amy met the blonde's eyes, seeing the little smile on her pretty face.  She glanced down, then back at the TV monitor until shifting her eyes back to Nora.

"Yeah...I really do..."

Nora reached over the couple of feet of sofa separating them and gently placed her hand on Amy's.  The redhead looked down at their hands, then smiled, gripping the blonde woman's hand gently.  They shared a silent communication, knowing that they would be okay - they would draw strength from one another, and from the rest of their little group - and would survive this trying time.

"Where's Torrie?" Amy suddenly questioned.  She'd noticed other divas coming and going but hadn't seen Torrie since they'd first arrived.

"She's probably still with Stephanie," the petite diva replied.  "She wanted to talk to her a little.  I suppose she'll be back soon."

*

Paul Levesque hid out in the shadows of the parking lot of the arena.  He sat in wait in his rental car, as he'd arrived there earlier than nearly everyone.

He'd seen them all arrive about an hour or so earlier - Stephanie and Kurt Angle, who apparently were becoming closer.  Paul had gritted his teeth as a frown had come over his face at that notion - so, like her blond bitch of an ex-boyfriend, Stephanie had moved on as well?  And to that idiot Angle, of all people?  It enraged him to think that the brunette could ever prefer the Olympic champion over him.  He was the one with the great looks, the awesome body, the multiple WWF championship title reigns on his resume.  What in hell could she possibly see in him?

He had also seen Torrie Wilson - the pathetic blonde bimbo slut.  His latest conquest had taken to riding with Stephanie, and the two women had met up with Angle when he'd arrived, parking his car in the spot in the lot beside them.  Then, of course, there was Nora - his now obviously ex-girlfriend - and her new love interest, Jay Reso - that God damned Copeland's best pal.

Levesque had considered storming out of his rental to confront Reso and Nora, but he'd changed his mind.  Not only would he totally blow his cover and blow it, but damn it, his little bitch of an ex was just not worth it.  Let those two have each other, and let them go on into the sunset happily ever after.  Whatever...

...And finally, he had seen Adam Copeland and Amy Dumas, the pair looking as in love as ever.  They sickened him, particularly the blond man.  He still wouldn't mind taking a poke at Dumas - literally.  But first things first - tonight, he had decided that his first order of business would be Stephanie McMahon...