ok so this is now a fic...lol. there is probably 3 more chaps, more if it doesnt flow right for me. hope you enjoy and thers a tone of drama ahead. review please!

"What do you mean Trish is in love with me?" Stacy asked shocked at the words that had escaped from Batista's mouth. It couldn't be possible; she couldn't be in love with her, could she? "That's what I said." Dave told her, still holding her jaw in her hands. "Last night I went to your room with the intention of getting some Stratusfaction…" I knew it; Stacy thought…they were seeing each other. "But…" He continued, "…When I got there all she did was talk about you, constantly…non stop. At first I thought nothing of it, but it just kept progressing and she just kept watching you and Randy. And that was when I asked her if she had a thing for him, she was lets just say disgusted, "God no not Randy" she said. Watching her I realised that it was you that she was focusing on, her eyes glowing at the sight of you and then it all made sense…sooooo…I spent the rest of my evening trying to convince her to tell you." She smiled at his words… they weren't together. "Thanks Dave, I better go find her." Stacy said kissing him on the cheek before getting up. "Your welcome," He told her. Reaching out he grabbed her hand to stop her from getting away before he was finished, "But if you guys get together, I want an inside look sometime." She smacked him and hurried off in the direction she had previously come.

Stacy found her way back to the porch where she had just seen Trish waiting for her ride to the airport; she could only hope that she hadn't already left the hotel. A smile spread across her face when she saw Trish still standing there, looking out the window anxiously tapping her foot. Seeing her there she knew what she had to do, what she wanted to do. Dropping her suitcase she ran from where she was standing and pushed threw the glass doors, Stacy turned Trish around and pushed her lips to hers in a kiss that she was sure would get her feelings across to the other woman. She ran her tongue over Trish's bottom lip asking her for permission but all she got was a stiff shove. "What are you doing?" Trish asked wiping her mouth in her coat sleeve. Stacy tumbled backward and caught her balance before she ended up on the floor; making her way back to the woman she spoke. "It's ok," Stacy started. "Dave told me everything, and I don't know what it is Trish but kissing you now is what I've wanted to do since my lips left yours last night."

Taking a step back Trish created distance between them, "Listen…" She said, trying her best to make her words come out right. "Just because you know I love you doesn't mean that you can maul me in public, no matter how much I just want to kiss you right now. Jesus, Stacy you cant have whatever you want whenever you want it." Trish ran a hand back through her golden locks. "Your…with Randy. So, it's him or me…you can't have both. And I mean is this even because you want me or because Randy has somebody else back home? Do you love me or is what your feeling just convenient right now?" Opening her mouth to answer Trish cut her off. "Don't say anything now, because as much as I've wanted all this since I've known you I need to know that it's about me and you and not him ok? I know you care about what people think, so you have to realise that this is huge…people aren't that accepting." Once again trying to speak, Stacy parted her lips but Trish once again refused to let her speak. "There's my ride." She said leaving her friend standing there shocked and confused.

She didn't know what to think, a minute ago she had everything figured out and now nothing made sense. If Trish loved her why did she insist on pushing her away? Couldn't she just take this for what it was worth and accept that Stacy had feelings for her? So many questions with so few answers, what was she going to do? Checking her watch Stacy realised that Trish had another reason to hurry off besides her little confession, she had to get to the airport stat. Looking around she spotted Torrie wheeling her luggage into the lobby. "Thank god." She said, feeling blessed that Torrie was one of those people who must have been born late. She was never on time and that was why everyone hated riding with her…but today it was an advantage. "Hey Torrie!" Stacy yelled frantically waving her arms at her fellow nitro girl. "Can I ride with you?" The other woman brightened and made her way to where Stacy was standing, "Of course, it'd be nice to have some company for a change." Stacy laughed and followed her to her rental.

Stacy was glad just to be able to sit down to think, she leaned her head against the window and closed her eyes trying her best to soak up everything that had happened. Just when she thought that she was alone with her thoughts Torrie spoke up, "So…" She began looking away from the windshield to Stacy, "Are you going to tell me why you're hiding from Trish or am I going to have to keep guessing?" Stacy looked across to the woman in the drivers seat before turning back to the window. "I don't know what you're talking about…" She responded trying her best to keep her cool. "Oh come off it Stace, I know just as much as you do that something went down, you always ride with Trish. Is this about what happened last night?"

If you only knew, Stacy thought…but she wouldn't know. At least as far as Stacy was concerned, she sure as hell wasn't about to spill her guts to the biggest blabbermouth in the locker room. Torrie was a huge gossip; it was like mean girls all over again…her hair was so big because it was full of secrets. Stacy had personally seen too much get out at the hands of Torrie Wilson most recently she figured that she was the one who filled Trish in on Randy and herself. "I don't want to talk about it ok." Torrie pulled her hands off the wheel in surrender, raising them in the air. "Ok but if you need to talk about it you know where to go." She thanked her and looked out the window again relieved that they were at the airport turn off; they wouldn't miss the flight after all.

The relief she had been feeling in the car quickly disappeared when she actually boarded the plane, glancing down at her ticket and then up again she was dismayed to find that her seat was the empty one next to Trish Stratus. After placing her carry on in the overhead compartment she took her seat next to the Canadian, instantly uncomfortable. Things only got worse when someone sat down beside her, when she looked over she realised that she was now sandwiched between Trish and Lita. Time paced very slowly, the conversation minimal…the only words being Lita singing along with her ipod. Finally Trish was the one to speak. "Hey, Stacy I just want you to know that I'm not trying to be a bitch. I just don't want you to jump into anything your not ready for." Stacy was frustrated. "Trish why can't…" She was once again cut off. "Just think all this through ok?" Trish told her laying a hand on Stacy's knee; her simple touched sent shock waves threw her entire body. What was it going to take to prove that her mind was made up? Leaning in Lita had some wisdom to share, "Don't worry, she's just scared she'll come around." She whispered to her, and Stacy knew that she had heard everything. She felt safe that she wouldn't say anything but nervous of how she knew all this.