Heartbroken
Mickie James/ Victoria
Summary: After Trish Stratus leaves the WWE, Mickie is having a hard time moving on. Can another psycho diva brighten her mood?
Victoria walked into the random bar, in whatever city she was in this week. She couldn't even remember that. All she was focused on was that she actually had a match on television this week. And it wasn't her attempting to carry one of the green girls to a decent match, it was a real match. Victoria v.s. Mickie James, and the fact that they had a great match when they were only given 7 minutes of air time to work with was astonishing to her. She decided it was time to celebrate, that was the reason she found the random bar. She normally wasn't much of a drinker, but damnit she's been working her ass off for along time and it's starting to pay off. Tonight would be an exception to the rule, tonight she was going to party like she only remembered back in college.
Victoria took a seat at one of the stools and saw her opponent for the night already slightly drunk. There was something else though, she didn't look happy. She didn't look like she was here to celebrate the hopeful reincarnation of the women's division. It looked like she was sad, like she was hurting deep down inside. Victoria felt an ache right away in the pit of her stomach. Her and Mickie weren't exactly best friends, but it was mostly at nobody's fault but her own. The truth was that Victoria hadn't felt this way about anyone in a long time. Not since her relationship ended with Nora did she feel such passion for another person.
It was a very well known fact within the company that Trish and Mickie were an item, and as much as Victoria liked and respected each of them personally, she couldn't help but feel a little twinge of jealousy everytime she saw them together. The storyline between Mickie and Trish had led to them becoming very, very close. Trish had been gone several months now, perhaps this was the cause of the sad but cute little pout on Mickie's usually happy and cheerful looking face. After ordering a few shots of whiskey, Victoria was set out to find out exactly what was on the mind of Mickie James.
"Great match tonight Mickie, did you hear the fans reactions? It was like they actually cared again."
Mickie let out a long sigh. "Yeah, it was great wasn't it Vicki? Trish would have been proud."
"What's the deal with that anyway? You haven't seemed quite like yourself lately."
Victoria put her hand on Mickie's arm in a way to show support and felt the electricity run through her body immediately. She wasn't sure if Mickie would be so open as to talk about her relationship with Trish in public like this to her, but she had guessed that the six empty Molson Canadian beer bottles sitting in a neat little pile beside her meant otherwise.
"It's just not the same without her Vick. I'm trying to be strong, trying to move on with my life, but it seems like it's impossible. Trish wanted to retire from wrestling, persue other options and I understand that. I respect that. If she's happy I'm happy for her. But when you are so used to a certain routine for nearly a year, and then you have to start over, start a new routine, it's not easy. It's like there's this missing piece of me, I feel incomplete without her, there's this longing in my heart that won't be answered and I don't know what to do."
Mickie was visibly shaken. Victoria could see the unshed tears in her eyes and her heart went out to the poor woman. She was trying to be strong, trying to prove her toughness. Mickie downed another beer like it was water, just swigging away helplessly.
"I know how you feel Mickie. I was in the same boat about two years ago. I can relate to the feeling of being left behind." Victoria explained as she paused to remember how bad it hurt to have to end things with the only woman she ever loved, that returned her feelings.
Mickie James slowly drank in the sight of Victoria, as she explained her relationship with Nora Greenwald. She wanted to listen, she really did, but she just couldn't help looking the beautiful woman up and down. Why was she just now realizing how damn attractive this woman was? Was she so caught up on Trish this whole time that she couldn't see stunning and raw beauty in it's purest form?
"Mickie… Mickie, hello? Earth to Mickie.. You still alive in there hun?"
The brunette snapped out of her trans immediately and quickly tried to cover up.
"Sorry, I was just thinking it's getting really late. Do you want to go back to the hotel and talk? I've got plenty of ice cream for two heartbroken gals like us." Mickie explained suddenly feeling a bit of adrenaline in the pit of her stomach. She felt excitement, and she could even sware she felt happiness at just the thought of them spending more time together.
"Sure I'd love that. I've got my rental here, need a lift?"
"Yeah actually I do, I took a cab here. Let's go!"
Well this night is sure turning out to be interesting. Victoria thought to herself as they walked to her Honda Accord.
Dramatic music dun dun dun… That's where I'm leaving this story off for now. This likely won't go more then another chapter or two. I just really don't have the time to write more yet. I don't picture myself being one of those authors who writes very lengthy or well drawn out stories, I don't have much patience when it comes to writing. Reading is another story however. Anywho, hope anyone who reads this enjoyed it so far. I was trying not to overly rush things and develop atleast some character to it. There's sure as hell not enough wrestling femslash on this website. That needs to change! Anyways the next chapter will be up eventually, could be this weekend, could be a month from now. It's just whenever I have the time and motivation. Thanks to everyone who reviewed my other story by the way, I was happy to hear all the responses. It made writing this easier.