He came to the door to Matt Hardy's room, reaching out to test the knob and was surprised to find it unlocked.

He shoved the door open to find the dark-haired man standing naked behind Torrie Wilson, who was also naked and bent over the bed.  His rage increased tenfold as he took in the sight of Matt screwing Torrie, his thrusts hard and fast, the blonde woman moaning loudly.

Adam saw red as he lunged at the other man, grabbing him roughly by the arm and spinning him around to come face-to-face with him.  He groaned in disgust, his facial expression echoing his verbal sentiments as he tried to avoid looking down.

"How's this for coitus interruptus?" the blond man cracked, bringing his arm back, his fist connecting solidly with his former friend's face.

Torrie began to scream and cover up her nudeness with the blanket as she scurried onto the bed, but Adam couldn't have cared less.

He punched Matt again, the other man obviously in no condition to fight back.  A laugh of sadistic glee escaped him as he hit Matt in the nose, causing blood to gush out of the orifice.  Then, before the elder Hardy could react, Adam struck him yet again, this time in the left eye region.

"You rotten son of a bitch!" the Canadian spat.  "If you couldn't already tell, that was for Amy!"

*

Adam suddenly woke up, a feeling of regret going through him as he came to the realization that it had all been a dream.  He hadn't gone to Matt's room to beat him up.  Well, he had done that just a week ago, but he hadn't done so this time - as he'd wanted.

His arms were still holding onto the battered redheaded diva.  He peered down at her as best he could, as he didn't want to awaken her.  Lord knew, she needed every bit of sleep she could get.

Amy's head was slightly bent, and close to the blond man's chest.  One of her hands was tightly fisted around a portion of his T-shirt, the other tucked beneath her head.  She appeared to be out like a light.

Adam tightened his grip on her, but not enough to disturb her.  He gazed at her silently for long moments, then moved his head closer to hers until his chin was touching her forehead.  He placed a tender kiss there and was glad when she remained asleep.

He thought about what was going to happen that night.  She would be making her SmackDown debut with him, and supposedly, Matt Hardy would be challenging him to a match as well.  Adam had thought he would be the challenger and had mentioned so to Stephanie McMahon a few days earlier, but the brunette had explained her decision to let Matt call him out.  Technically, the Hardy Boy and Lita had not broken up this time around, and all of a sudden, the redhead would be seen everywhere with Edge?  Matt would therefore have every reason to challenge the tall Canadian to a fight.

Adam had voiced his displeasure over this, claiming it would make them look like the heels and that the fans would feel sorry for Matt - but Stephanie had reassured him that Edge and Lita would have something up their sleeves.  She promised him that the fans would most definitely not sympathize with the dark-haired man - and that, in fact, they would loathe him.

He wondered about all of that.  But he wondered even more about Amy telling the General Manager about her ex-boyfriend physically abusing her.  Damn it, she had seemed so dead-set against reporting the bastard.  He knew it was difficult sometimes to report things like that, especially for a woman - but he vowed to do everything in his power to protect her.  As long as there was breath in his body, Adam would never allow Matt Hardy to touch her ever again.

He gazed down into Amy's face as she suddenly stirred in his arms, a small, sleepy sound coming from her.

The redhead opened her eyes, Adam's handsome face her first sight of the morning, as they were practically nose-to-nose.  He was so close to her that she could feel his warm breath.

He started to release his hold on her and move away, but she made a soft sound of protest.

"No...just hold me..."

Adam obliged, and he repositioned himself so that he was lying on his back.  He put his arms around her, holding her close and tightly to him.  Amy laid her head down on his chest, one hand curled against him as she snuggled against the tall Canadian.

The redhead listened to the man's strong, steady heartbeat for a moment, her eyes closing again.  He made her feel so warm, safe and secure.  It was one hell of a feeling.

After a beat, he spoke.

"Ames...are you okay?"

She shifted a little so that she could look up into his face, her chin resting on his chest, her hand still in place.

"Yeah," she replied.  "I'm okay...thanks to you."

"Me?  I didn't really do anything," he said.

"Yes, you did...I was feeling really low last night.  Matt really made me feel like trash, and in more ways than one...and then you - you held me," Amy said softly.  "You...you made me feel so much better - safe and secure...in your arms, I feel like nothing can hurt me - no one can hurt me..."

Adam found his eyes locked with hers as she spoke, her face moving ever closer to his.  Despite her bruised face, she was beautiful.  Beautiful and special and sweet... She was moving even closer to him, her lips hovering mere inches from his own, and he felt anxious with anticipation.  He wanted in the worst way to kiss her.  And if that was what she wanted right now, he was not going to push her away.

All of a sudden, there was a knocking on the door.  The interrupting sound startled them both, and Amy just about sprang off of him.

Adam swallowed hard as he glanced from the door to gaze at the redhead before his eyes traveled back to the door.  Damn... he thought.  The moment he'd just shared with Amy had left him fiercely aroused, and he was now definitely in no condition for guests.

The diva went to the door tentatively, her head turned so that one ear was directly facing it.  "Who is it?"

"Amy, it's me - Dawn Marie!"

Adam groaned grouchily, getting up from the bed as the redheaded woman turned back to look at him.  He pointed in the direction of the bathroom to indicate he would be in there.  When he had the door closed, she turned back and unlocked the hotel room door to let her friend into the room.

"Hi...how are you?" Dawn asked as she peered into the other diva's face with concern.

"I'm okay...I really am."

The brunette eyed the redhead with intense scrutiny, noting her face was slightly flushed.

"Amy, I wasn't interrupting anything, was I?"

"No...no," she responded, pushing some of her hair out of her face.  "We were just...relaxing...and talking."

Dawn Marie didn't look convinced, but she didn't protest or dispute anything.

"Oh, Amy...your face..."  She winced for her friend.  "Do you hurt?"

"A little," the redhead admitted.  "My nose is definitely still feeling sore."

"It's not fair!" the brunette cried.  "You suffer with the pain and bruises after what that bastard did, and he gets a pain-free night - and gets to bang the hell out of the human Barbie doll...he deserves to suffer, Amy!"  Despite the situation, Dawn Marie couldn't stifle the giggle that suddenly bubbled up out of her.  "On the other hand, I'd say that being with Torrie is actually a way to suffer..."

Amy managed a tiny chuckle but nothing more, as she still felt horrible.  She still couldn't believe that Matt had actually hit her - it was a difficult concept to swallow.

The brunette reached out to touch her friend on the arm.  "I sure hope you're going to tell Stephanie what happened..."

"Oh, I will...I'll do it tonight," the other diva promised.

"Good..."  Dawn Marie glanced around the room.  "So, where's your roomie?  Did he step out, or...?"

Amy pointed to the bathroom, a sheepish expression on her face.

"Oh, God!  Then I did interrupt something, didn't I?" Dawn whispered instinctively as she pulled the redhead further away from the lavatory.

"No, no...it's okay," Amy said softly.

The dark-haired diva made some gestures, then motioned to the door as she started for it.

"Dawn..."

Dawn Marie, a somewhat sly smile on her pretty face, waved at Amy, then continued on her way to the door.  She mouthed, "See you later" before turning the knob and stepping out into the hall.

The redhead shook her head, raising her eyes heavenward.  It was as if Dawn Marie wanted to have interrupted something.  The smile that had almost been a smirk on the brunette's face told Amy that her friend wanted something to happen between her and the blond man, and that that was her reason for leaving so suddenly.

Amy stepped to the bathroom door and knocked.

"Yeah?" Adam's voice called from within.

"She's gone, Adam..."

The door clicked open, and the handsome Canadian stepped out.  And as the redhead gazed at him, she bit her lip, the same desires flitting through her mind as those she was certain Dawn had been thinking.  Before her friend had come by, she and Adam had come very close to having their first kiss.  Now, she wanted more than anything for that, and for so much more with him.