Jay and Chris sat in the back, and Jericho was talking, his voice soft so as to not disturb the obviously exhausted diva.

Then, all of a sudden, the redhead began to whimper in her evidently restless sleep.

"Is she waking up already?" Jay asked from behind Adam.

The tall Canadian briefly took his eyes off the road to glance at his fiancee.  "I don't...No, she's still asleep," he said.  An uncomfortable tightness gripped the pit of his stomach as he realized it was happening again, and so soon after the last one.  Dear God, what was happening to her?

His best friend met his eyes in the rearview mirror.

"Adam?  Are you okay, man?"  Jay noticed that the other man had gone deathly white.

Before the tall blond could reply, the redhead began to thrash wildly in the seat beside him, her hair whipping around her head.  Screams began to erupt from her lips, the sounds nearly deafening to the three blond men in the confines of the car.

"Oh, God - she's having another nightmare..." Adam said with a sinking heart as he was so startled he nearly lost control of the car.  He quickly straightened out the wheel, and the driver of the vehicle in the next lane blew his horn loudly, angrily shouting obscenities out his window.

"Chris, you're sitting right behind her - calm her down, will you?"  Adam knew there was nothing he could do at the very moment.  His hands were tied, unless he could make it over to the right lane and pull over to the side of the road - which seemed impossible at the moment, given the traffic.  Also, quite a lot of the other drivers out here seemed maniacal, reckless.  He wouldn't be surprised if other driver sped up and refused to let him into the other lane, even though he would use his signal.

Chris did as Adam suggested, releasing his seatbelt and sitting as forward as he could.  "Amy!"  He placed a gentle yet restraining hand on her shoulder, dismayed to discover that she was shaking.

Her screams increased in volume as he touched her.

"Christ..." Jay mumbled beside Jericho.  Still eyeing the poor redhead, he asked, "Adam, has she been like this for awhile?  Having such bad dreams, I mean?"

"For the last week or so," the blond man responded as he rose one hand to rake his fingers through his hair.  Damn it... He felt so fucking helpless - useless.  He wished he could do something to make all of Amy's nightmares - and whatever fears and horror went along with them - go away for good.

"Amy, it's Chris...Come on, you have to wake up, sweetheart," Jericho was speaking softly.  Somehow, he had managed to grab hold of one of her hands, and he rubbed it gently, as though warming it.

The redhead's eyes snapped open, and Adam glanced at her with concerned, dismayed to see she had actually been perpiring.  That must have been some horrible dream she'd just had.

"Adam!"

"I'm here, honey," he spoke soothingly, reaching out to pat her thigh.

The diva's hazel eyes were wide with fright, and she definitely looked disoriented, as though she had no idea where she was, or who was holding onto her hand.  She jerked her hand free upon the realization that her fiance was not the one holding it, then turned around frantically.  She calmed down a bit as she met the kind crystal-blue eyes of her friend Chris Jericho.

"Ch-Chris?"

"None other, kid...and Jay is here next to me," the blond said.  "It's okay.  It was only a rotten, stinking dream."

"Yeah," the other man said from beside him as he leaned over to give her a soft, friendly squeeze on the shoulder.  "The three of us would never let anthing happen to you.  And if anyone's gonna try, they have to get through us first."

Amy seemed to let out a sigh of relief, calming down immeasurably as she listened to them.  Their presence, and especially that of the man beside her, was soothing.

*

"Oh, my God!" Trish exclaimed as the car directly ahead of them suddenly swerved, very nearly getting side-swiped by an SUV in the left lane.  "What's happening?"

Jeff squinted from behind her as he stared at the rental car their friends were in, that they were following.

"I'm not sure...wait - it looks like Amy is...oh, God," he said.  "She's hysterical."

"She must be having another dream," Matt observed, his voice strangely calm despite the fear he was feeling for his friend.

As they tried to watch as best they could, within minutes, the redhead seemed to calm down as Jericho tended to her.

"I feel so terrible for her," Trish said sadly.

Matt shook his head.  "I know...it's hard to believe-"  He allowed his words to trail off, not wanting to finish his thought.

"So, Trish," Jeff spoke from behind her, his tone soft, "you told Adam what you thought was going on and he got mad at you?"

"Yeah," the blonde replied.  "He...wouldn't believe me.  He refused to see it.  But his reaction was normal."  She cast her brown eyes down, biting her lip.

"I hate to say this," Matt said, "but Amy needs therapy.  She has to be able to remember - and to accept it.  Only then will she be able to go on."

Trish felt tears coming and sniffled a little.  She wondered why the darker Hardy brother had not gone into psychology.  He sounded so very wise.  "I agree..." she finally managed.  Her voice was slightly choked as she spoke, and Jeff gave her shoulder a tender squeeze.