A/N: Wow, it's been almost a year on this one.

Matt didn't lie. The next night, he was there.

And Amy was awake waiting for him.

She left her window open so he could come in without having to walk through a wall or anything. That would probably scare her more, even though she expected it.

"Did you sleep on it?" he asked, sitting next to her on her bed.

Amy pulled her knees to her chest and wrapped her arms around her legs. Resting her chin on her knees, she said, "I didn't get much sleep."

"I bet," Matt said. "But, you know, an answer would really be fantastic. I'd like to fade into obscurity, if you don't mind."

Amy gasped. "Don't say that!" She tried to playfully slap him, but her hand went right through him. She frowned.

"Sorry, Amy, but your physical threats don't harm me anymore. Although, I'm sure they make you quite cold…"

Amy's frown instantly turned into a small smile. "You still never fail to make me feel better…even though you're…you know."

"Dead?"

"Matt…"

"What? I'm stuck like this until you decide to jump back into the wrestling biz. I have to joke about it somehow. I need some sort of enjoyment from this."

Amy slammed herself backwards onto the bed, her body rebounding a bit from the impact. "Matt, I don't know what to do."

"Let me ask you this. Do you want to give up wrestling?"

"No, I don't," Amy answered with a sigh.

"Then don't."

"It's not that simple."

"Maybe some things are that simple," Matt stated.

"Nothing's like before, Matt. I can't just show up and be normal again. I'm scared. I'm scared I'm going to end up like…like…"

"Like me?" Matt asked, raising his eyebrows.

"Yeah. Like you."

"Amy, I'm going to tell you something. You're not going to end up like me. Do you know how I know? I know because you are the more sensible one. Weren't you the one telling me not to perform that spot? Yeah, you were. And I know you won't let yourself do anything that you're not comfortable doing. I know you won't do anything that you don't feel completely safe doing. You won't end up like me. I'm sure of it."

Amy didn't answer Matt's explanation. She let out a huff.

"Besides, I know just the person to help you."

"Who?"

"Come on, Ames, you can do it."

Amy stood on the doorstep of Jeff Hardy's home. Her hand was outstretched in front of her, her finger pointed just inches away from the doorbell. Her limbs were shaking.

"I…can't…"

Matt chuckled. "What? Are you nervous? It's just my brother. He's cool. You know that."

"Matt! I know your brother can't see you or anything, but you know he's torn up about this."

"Jeff? Nah, he's fine," Matt said, sounding sure of himself.

"Fine? Matt, you've only been gone for three months. You and Jeff were closer than close. I'm pretty sure he's still a bit upset about your death!" Amy ranted angrily. "I really wish you would stop acting like nobody misses you. You damn well know that I do."

"Sorry."

"Yeah. Whatever."

"Can you just ring the doorbell? I'm getting cold," Matt said, earning himself a glare from Amy.

"You're a ghost."

"And what? Vampires can't fall in love with humans? Jeeze, Amy, I'm dead, not freaking fireplace."

With that, Amy viciously jabbed the doorbell.

"Score!" Matt cheered.

"Asshole," Amy grumbled under her breath.

"Remember, I'm the dead one, here."

Amy wanted to respond, but Jeff answered the door. She would look a tad bit crazy talking to herself outside.

"Amy!" Jeff gasped, tightly hugging his brother's girlfriend. "You have no idea how good it is to see you."

"You too, Jeff."

"It's been too long," Jeff said, letting go of Amy. "How have you been? Since you quit…It's been a bit more boring…"

"It was too much for me, Jeff. I know you can understand."

"It's too much for me, as well, but I didn't run away," Jeff said, his eyes darkening.

"Jeff, you know I didn't run away. It was just that—" Amy was interrupted by a cold shiver running down her spine. "What I mean to say was…was…"

Matt bent down and whispered quickly in her ear.

"Yes?" Jeff said.

"I was wondering if you'd help me get back into wrestling," Amy suggested, speaking in a fast voice.

Jeff's jaw dropped. "Are you serious?"

Amy slowly nodded.

Jeff let out a small smile, possibly the first time he smiled since his brother died. "I'd be delighted."