AN: Hey guys...I'm back with another fic! lol. This story has been brewing in my head for a while and I don't have it all planned out just yet but I have a general idea of where I wanna go with this. This wasn't my original pairing but I do love the pairing anyhow so I figured why not? I've never done a chapter fic featuring this couple so I thougtht I'd give it a shot. Here's the first chapter...hope you guys enjoy and please remember to review - It's what motivates me to keep going! lol.

I Disclaim...I don't any of the characters used in this fiction...though I wish I did but that's a different story.

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Trish Stratus sighed as she fell back against the bed and looked on as her best friend packed her suitcases, ready to head back home after a two week vacation at the petite blonde's home in Toronto.

"Are you sure you can't spend a couple more days?" Trish asked with a little pout.

"Don't give me that look Trish…I've left Jeff for two weeks alone already and he hasn't burned the house down yet…I don't wanna push my luck" Amy laughed as she threw a pile of rolled up shirts into the suitcase.

"Yeah, I understand. I don't know how you trust Jeff alone in that house for so long. You should've called someone over to keep him company…but I guess you wanna learn the hard way" Trish giggled.

"Like you did?" Amy chuckled as she threw Trish a smirk.

"Hey!" Trish protested… "I'd hate to think my experience went in vain…I mean, he did almost set my entire front lawn on fire when he tried to recreate a explosive volcano in my front yard!" Trish shot back.

"Well you know Jeff…." Amy laughed.

"Yeah I do…but I'll never understand him" Trish laughed as she sat up on the bed and began to take out all of Amy's jumbled clothing and began folding them properly and packing them up.

"So when's the next time RAW will be in town?" Trish asked nonchalantly as she continued help pack the suitcase. Amy shrugged and looked up.

"I think we have a house show in a couple of months." Amy didn't miss the solemn expression on her friend's face,

"Trish why don't you just come back…it's not like you have a reason to stay home anymore and besides, everyone misses you."

Trish offered her friend a small smile,

"I miss everyone too but after everything the company went through to get me to stay, I left anyway and they gave me such a great goodbye, along with the fans, I'd rather have that memory to stay with me rather than come back and wear out my welcome" Trish sighed.

"You know I don't buy that for one second but whatever…I'll let it go this time" Amy said as she left Trish to pack while she rummaged through the closet to find her everyday wear shoes. Once she found it, she threw the shoes in the suitcase and motioned for Trish to help her close her suitcase.

"You know…Smackdown is in town for the weekend" Amy said casually. Trish didn't respond initially but she eventually answered with a "That's nice" and left the conversation to end there. Amy couldn't help the frown that marred her face….she hated seeing her friend this way, even if Trish wanted to deny the loneliness she felt, Amy knew it all too well because she had experienced the same thing. Perhaps not to the same magnitude but Amy knew that Trish had given up a lot and she also knew that Trish had experienced a lot that not many knew about either. She wanted her friend to be happy and while weekends and vacations at the blonde's house always brought a smile to her face, both women knew that was only a temporary solution.

"Alright…well, I'm all set to go and the taxi just pulled up" Amy said as she quickly peered through the bay window to see the taxi waiting in the driveway.

Trish didn't say a word but she simply embraced her friend and thanked her for the visit. When they pulled away, Amy reassured her,

"Don't worry, I'll be back for a weekend visit in the three weeks and Stacy and Melina are coming into town tomorrow for the Smackdown tour. They're gonna miss the houseshow tonight but they're planning on raiding your home and spending the week here. They wanted to surprise you so act like you don't know" Amy smiled.

"Thanks for the heads up Ames" Trish laughed. She always loved to have company, after all, she was one woman living in a two story house with a white picket fence and she even had the big oak tree in the front yard with a tire swing. It was the average American dream except Trish was missing one thing - a family.

After another quick hug and goodbyes, Amy was out the door and now Trish was left to find a way to occupy her time for the rest of the day until Stacy and Melina arrive the next day. She quickly decided that she would do some baking for the girls. It was tradition to rent movies and pig out on junk food so being the only thing she could think of, Trish headed off into the kitchen to make some well deserved comfort food for herself and the girls.

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Hours had passed and Trish finally stepped back to admire her handiwork. She had all of the baked goods laid out on the dining room table not to mention she had also run to the store and picked up the essential junk foods such as chips, ice cream and she also stocked up on the alcoholic beverages and mixers. Her and Amy and ran her cabinet dry during the course of Amy's two week stay.

It was always nice to find something to do around the house but it didn't stop her from tiring with all the running around she did. She concluded that a nice long hot bubble bath was order. As she made her way to the staircase, her hand brushed against a picture frame that was perched on top of the side table that was situated by the front entrance of her home. She stopped to fix the picture only to have a blast of memories hit her like a tidal wave. Her eyes were transfixed on the picture as her fascination lead her to pick up the picture and run a finger along the outlines of the frame as she looked on intensely at the photo. She could feel the tears well up in her eyes as she looked on at a moment frozen in time where she was the happiest person in the world…a woman who foolishly thought that the rest of her life would be roses and laughter and all of the good things that life had to offer. She shook her thoughts free and replaced the picture where it once was, however, the motion only diverted her attention to another picture. She looked at the black and while swirls and outlines of the picture and the tears could no longer be suppressed. Her life had so much promise and yet she lost everything that she had once held dear to her heart. She had lost love, life and happiness all shortly after one another.

Trish wiped the tears that had found it's way down her cheeks. She closed her eyes to quickly recollect herself before she quickly ran up the stairs to take her bath. She just wanted to forget it all….why was that so hard?

She hurriedly set her bath and it took no time for her to rid herself of her clothes and get comfortable in the bath. She closed her eyes and willed herself to leave all the bad memories out. The past year had been torture for her and while her therapist - who Amy forced her to see - said that she needed to confront her past in order to move ahead with the future, Trish thought she was full of bullshit. Having to go back and look at everything that had gone wrong in the past years was just trouble in the making and Trish wanted no part of it. She dipped her hair into the water and let out a small moan. She had definitely needed this bath and she wasn't planning on ruining it with all the dreadful thoughts of her past. So with that, she decided to think of something that she found so much more amusing now that she looked back on it…her own volcano with volcanic activity as well, all thanks to Jeff. The story was always great to tell because it was no unorthodox and unusual…but then again, anything involving Jeff Hardy was unorthodox and unusual.

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Mark Calloway rolled his eyes as he looked on at the sight before him. He was staring at two grown ass men singing along to the radio and moving around like a couple of chicks in their seats.

"Hey guys…." Mark called out but neither man paid him any heed. He called out again, only to be met with the same reaction.

"Guy!" Mark yelled. The third time was the charm and Dave Batista and Randy Orton turned their heads to look back at Mark.

"What's up?" Randy asked innocently while Dave only smirked in his seat, refocusing his attention back on the road.

"Listen, we've gotta do something about this traveling situation. Either you guys stop acting like a bunch of girls or you get some really tinted windows so that no one has to see you make a fool of yourselves…otherwise I'm gonna find me some new traveling buddies because this is just plain embarrassing" Mark grumbled and Randy and Dave only laughed at his irritation.

Neither man replied to the Deadman's suggestions but instead, Randy changed the subject.

"Look at that, we just entered the city limits of Toronto…it's about time, I'm hungry and seeing as how we'll be here for week, I'll finally be able to do some sight seeing and hit some clubs" Randy said excitingly. Toronto being one of his favourite spots in the summer, Mark began filling Randy in on the happening places in Toronto while Dave frowned at the reminder. It had been one year since he had been back to this city and this time around, he wasn't just here for the Smackdown tour…no, Dave Batista had some business to take care of.

Nearly thirty minutes past before Dave pulled into a driveway and hopped out of the car. All three men unloaded their bags and headed up to the front door. Luckily for them, they didn't have to worry about spending the week in hotel, not that they minded hotels…but they would always prefer a nice, free home to stay at, rather than a hotel where the costs came out of their own damn pockets.

After three knocks, the men were welcomed by their good friend Adam Copeland.

"Hey guys…come on in. You guys got here sooner than I expected. I guess traffic was nice to you guys" Adam said.

"Nice?…we spend an hour and a half in traffic" Randy said as he plopped down on the leather sofa and immediately accepted the cold beer that Adam offered him.

"Yeah….trust me, traffic in Toronto on a good day is worse than that so be thankful" Adam laughed as he distributed beers to the men before finally taking a seat himself.

"So you guys got any particular plans or are you just gonna take it all in stride?" Adam asked.

"Well Mark and I are gonna check out some of the sights, go to some nice restaurants and hit some of the hot clubs…we had also planned to spend a night or so with Trish" Randy said, lowering his voice considerably as he became transfixed with the beer bottle in his hand. Mark, however, didn't share Randy's discomfort. Trish was his friend and he didn't give a flying fuck who knew about it.

"Yeah…I haven't seen Trish in a while and she's always spending time with me and my family whenever she's in California so it's the least I can do to return the favour. Besides….Trish is an awesome cook and I'm desperately in need of some home-cooked food, no offense to you to Adam" Mark laughed.

"None taken" Adam lifted his hands in surrender.

"You all know that I always eat out or order take in….though I spend at least one of my days off at Trish's house and she cooks for me" Adam laughed.

Randy cleared his throat to bring Adam and Mark back to the present. Adam exchanged looks between both Mark and Randy before continuing on.

"So Dave….what are your plans while you're here?" Adam asked.

Dave looked up in surprise. He took a sip of his beer before answering.

"I uh…I'm gonna go visit some family" he replied.

"Since when do you have family in Toronto?" Randy asked.

"Oh…well, uh….it's actually my deceased uncle's wife. She recently remarried and her husband has a business here. I haven't seen her since my uncle's funeral and she's such a nice lady, I thought it'd be nice to pay her a visit and see how she's doing" Dave answered as he took another dose of his beer and decided to look around at all the pictures that hung on Adam's living room wall.

"So how come Christy didn't travel with you?" Adam asked again. He didn't want to be nosey but for the past eight months, Dave and Christy had become attached at the hip and it was quite the surprise to see Dave without Christy by his side. Personally, Adam wouldn't be able to last a week if he had a girlfriend like Christy but for some odd reason, Dave apparently liked his women when they were smothering and constantly jumping around like a small kid jacked up on Prozac.

"She had a family thing to go to and since and she wasn't scheduled for tonight's show and I was, we agreed that I would drive up today and she would fly down tomorrow that way we could travel back together" Dave responded. Adam nodded his head in understanding and though he had asked the question, Adam had no interest in the whereabouts of Christy. He was just thankful that just for today, he didn't have to tolerate her. Now don't get him wrong, Adam thought she was a lovely girl with a lot of energy, but Adam was passed all of that after the first five minutes after their introductions. No one could possibly be that happy Adam thought, which only made him question the origins of Christy's wacky personality.

His thoughts were interrupted when he noticed a large shadow pass by him.

"Hey Dave…where you going?" Mark asked.

"I'm gonna go check out that aunt I was telling you about" Dave said as he made his way to the front door. I shouldn't be more than an hour….are you guys gonna be home or are you gonna get a head start on all the sight seeing before heading to the arena?"

"Nah…I'm gonna go take a shower and take a nap. I'll start the fun stuff tomorrow. Today I wanna relax before my match tonight" Randy said as he got up off the couch and stretched his arms over his head. Mark echoed in agreement.

"I guess we'll be here then but just in case, here's a spare key to get inside the house" Adam said, tossing the key Dave's way.

"Thanks man" and with that Dave was off.

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Dave sighed to himself as he saw the house from down the street. He slowly pulled up the driveway and put the gear in park. He sat in the car for twenty minutes as he gathered the courage to get out of the car and knock on the door. He hadn't been here in so long and the very picture of the house stirred up memories that he wasn't sure he wanted to remember…both the good and the bad. This part of his life was over with. He had Christy and they were happy and they were going to start a life together. It was time to put the past behind him and that wouldn't happen if he didn't find the strength to get out of the car first. He closed his eyes and rested his head against the headrest. It would all be over finally and he could finally be happy with all that life had in store for him, with Christy by his side. He cleared his throat and picked up the large envelope and jumped out of the car. He walked up the pathway leading to the door and he hesitantly knocked. There was no answer but there was a car in the driveway which meant that there was someone home. He knocked two more times and when someone had yet to open the door, Dave reached into the back pocket of his pants and retrieved a small silver key. He pushed the key into the lock, turned the key and he was slightly surprised to see that the lock hadn't been changed. He invited himself and he slowly looked around.

"It's like I never left" he murmured to himself as he slowly walked through the front entrance. Everything was in place, and though there were a few new collections and some missing ones, all in all, the house was just the same.

He bumped into the side table situated by the front entrance, but before he could stop to fix the memorabilia that sat on top of the table, he heard a noise coming from upstairs. Against his better judgment, Dave decided to find out what it was.

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Trish arranged all of her body lotions in order like it was before she used them and she began to pick up her dirty clothes off the ground to throw in the hamper. She was too lazy to bother putting them in the proper place, but a relaxing bath seemed to be just what she needed and now she felt afresh. Her cheeks were naturally a rosy pink blush while her damp hair hung loose down her back. She looked at herself in the mirror as she grabbed her black silk robe to throw over her lacey bra and thong. She let the robe hang open since it was only her in the house and she was just moving from the master bathroom to her closet so that she could grab some shorts and tank top to sleep in. She quickly ran her fingers through her long blonde locks before sizing herself up in the mirror. She let out a little sigh before she opened up the bathroom door and walked out only to walk right into a hard object. She went sailing to the ground, the clothes along for the ride. She hit the ground with a thud and as she scrunched her face in face, she could've sworn she hit a brick wall.

"Trish?…."

Trish's eyes grew wide and she immediately jumped to her feet. She didn't need to look at the intruder to know who it was…she knew that voice all too well. Her eyes blazed with fury,

"Why do you seem so surprised?…You did, after all, know that I live here didn't you?" she asked as she put her hands on her hips and looked up at the much larger frame in front of her.

Dave Batista knew all too well the fiery temper of Trish Stratus, but like any normal man would do, his attention was diverted to the very nice display of skin he could easily see with her robe wide open. His mind urged him to say what he had to say and get out, but his eyes and tongue were a different story. He was at a loss for words and his eyes seemed to transfixed on the sight before him. After several moments, Trish's eyes widened in shock before she quickly secured the robe around herself tightly.

"What do you want?" she asked, this time in a faint whisper. She couldn't fathom why he would even be here. Dave shook his head to free the dirty thoughts running through his head before letting his irritation get the best of him.

"What's with the attitude…it's not like I don't have a right to be here" Dave remarked smartly, which only infuriated Trish more.

'Wow….just like old times' Dave thought to himself.

Trish rolled her eyes as she shoved past Dave and moved towards the bed. She began to fluff her pillows and pick at the imaginary lint on her bedspread. It was a nervous habit of hers to keep herself busy and at the moment, she was not only nervous but confused by the very presence of Dave.

"I won't be long…I just needed to say some things and clear some stuff up" he said as he moved to the other side of the bed. He stood and watched her fumble around a bit more before she stopped and looked at him.

"Well….say what you have to say then" she said.

He wasn't sure exactly how to say it so he decided being straight forward and to the point would be the best way to go about it. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath to recollect his thoughts before allowing the words to pass his lips.

"I'm getting married…" he said. Trish immediately stopped what she was doing. She didn't dare look at him for fear of the emotions that may surface beyond her control. She kept her head down but she was perfectly still. Dave looked at her curiously….he was sure she was shocked but he couldn't read much more than that. Sadly, once upon a time, there wasn't a thing she could hide from him…they were that in tune with one another. Minutes passed and Trish had yet to say something so Dave continued.

"I proposed to Christy a couple of weeks ago. We planned on having a summer wedding next year since this summer is almost over with" he continued on. Again, there was silence and he racked his brain for something else to say about the situation but Trish made the save and finally spoke.

"Congratulations….so….you just came by to share your happy news with me? How thoughtful…." she replied sarcastically before leaving her spot and making a beeline for the door. However, as she passed Dave, he grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her towards him.

"We need to talk about this Trish…." Dave warned.

"There's nothing to talk about. You're a grown man and you've made your decision" Trish replied with as little interest as she could manage. She was sure the shakiness in her voice gave away her momentarily vulnerable position. Dave grabbed the rolled up envelope in his back pocket and placed it in her hands.

"We need to finish things off Trish….you need to sign those" he said, motioning to the envelope that was now within her weak grasp. She eyed him with wavering confusion and fear but it didn't take long before Dave Batista finally destroyed the last pillar of strength that Trish had,

"Trish…I want a divorce."