A/N: Thanks to Lovergirl007, Vbajor10 (Jeff is really awesome ;) ), Gracekellykelly and Marcmywords for your kind reviews. Its people like you who make me super happy with this! The story is getting lots of hits so it would be great to know what the rest of you think. :)

PS: This was going to be a longer chapter, but It's gotten really late here and I wanted to post something. Let me know if you prefer longer chapters & a longer wait.

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I walked back to the women's locker room so angry. How dare he speak to me the way he did? I was more hurt at first, but now it's been brewing in my mind for so long, all I feel is complete and utter anger. I must not have seen Amy and the woman she was talking to as I ran into a cubicle and slammed a door shut.

'Um… what's going on?' Amy asked. I hated people seeing me emotional so I muttered a quick 'Fuck, didn't mean to do that', flushed the toilet, left the cubicle and washed my hands. I looked at my reflection. My hair had gotten all messy; my brown eyes didn't look like I had been crying – thank god. I turned to see Amy and a beautiful, drop dead gorgeous blonde standing next to her. She would have been around the same height as me, but she was really, really fit. Her breasts were clearly fake but her face seemed something of a Greek goddess. She made me not want to turn back to the mirror, afraid I might hate myself after seeing her somewhat perfection. I've seen her somewhere, and then I remembered her face from Hunter's fitness magazines…

'No, something is wrong.' Amy said blatantly.

'I'm fine, really' trying to assure her.

'This is Trish Stratus. She started as T&A's valet a few weeks ago.'

Trish flashed me a huge, maybe fake, smile. I gave her a small smile back. I was about to introduce myself when she came up and gave me a big hug. I looked at Amy who had an amused look on her face.

'You look like you needed that.' Trish smiled sweetly at me.

'Wow, that's really caring of you, thanks' I replied, astounded. I really have to stop judging people based on the size of their boobs as soon as I meet them.

'Well,' Amy interrupted. 'I have to go take my power bomb. I'll be back to pick up my stuff after.' She dragged her feet out of the locker room. It was truly heart breaking to see her so mopey about her work. She has worked so hard to get here, traveling and working all over Mexico. But it pays off in skill as she is easily the best girl we have in the ring.

'So you're working with Adam and Jay?' Trish asked as she changed into a T&A top.

'Yeah, they're really easy to get along with; I've been spending quite a bit of time travelling with them.' I said as I packed my duffel bag.

'Yeah, I've met them in a few training centres back in Toronto. I hope Adam is ok.'

'Yeah – he seems great.' Hunter said he was going through some shit but if it was that bad, he would have said something by now right?

'Look.' She stood up and faced me looking really serious. 'I heard Jeff have a go at you.'

Oh dear. I went to walk away but she grabbed me.

'No, no, look. He's really OCD about it all and yes, he came across as a prick, but he's so uptight about everything being perfect with his career. In saying that, I didn't notice anything wrong.' She gave me a pleading look. She would know more, as she had been around a bit longer than me. However it seemed Jeff had it in for me since the first meeting in Vince's office when he made it very clear he didn't want to work with me.

I decided I would appreciate Trish's concern rather than take it out on her. The hug now made sense.

'Thanks, I'm going to head home to the hotel.' I left the room as I could hear her question 'Already?' I could see why, it was still quite early in the show. They didn't need me anymore, though.

I cabbed it back to the hotel and saw that I wasn't the only one who had though an early night was a good idea. Adam was sitting at the bar, hands clasping a scotch, looking miserable. At first I thought I should leave him be, but then a group of twenty something year old girls kept giggling and yelling things out to him, which he completely ignored.

'Do you need saving?' I asked before I took as seat.

'Oh please, yes. Those girls have been at it all night.' I looked at him; his hair tied back, his infamous sunglasses on top of his head. 'Where is Jay?' I asked.

'Still at the arena, having a few beers with some guys.' He replied.

I thought I should lighten the mood. 'What would he do without his trusty sidekick?' I giggled.

He looked at me as if he could not believe what I had just said, his open mouth slowly turning into a smile. 'I am not his sidekick! If anything he's mine!' we both laughed.

'Would you like a drink?' he offered.

'Can't.' I said sadly. I drunk with my friends at home but it wasn't the end of the world. Nevertheless it did bring me out of my shell a little bit. It took all my courage just to come sit next to him. I only did it because he looked like he needed me.

'Why, you pregnant?' He joked.

'Ah, no retard! If we were in Australia I could, but technically, I'm underage here.'

'You are so lucky no one heard that.' he said before swiftly ordering me a drink.

A few hours later a very drunk Adam and I stumbled into an elevator.

'What room are you in? I'll walk you.' He offered. I walked backwards into the corner of the elevator, huddled into a ball, dropping my duffel bag. I was still in the tiny black dress that I wore ringside, so who knows what Adam could see with all my stumbling. I started shaking and Adam came up to me not sure if I was crying or laughing.

'Oh no, you're not a fucking cry baby drunk are you?' he asked, half disappointed.

I had tears of laughter running down my face 'I'm laughing because…cause I can't remember w-where I sleep!'

He laughed and relatively sighed. 'You can come with me then. Grab your bag.' I picked up the bad as instructed and went to stand.

'When d-did elevators-s-s-start travelling s-sideways?' I slurred all my words so badly that I was surprised Adam understood what I was even saying. Laughing loudly he picked me up full bridal style and carried me back to his room. When we got there, I refused to have him sleep on the floor, so I slept on the other side of his double bed.

'Wow, I can see you're going to be a bossy Valet' he laughed.

'Only when I'm drunk.' I confessed.

We talked until we fell asleep. I told him about my amazing father which I was doing all this for at home, and how much he loved the WWF. I told him about my mum and sister and how much I missed them. I told him about my English Cocker Spaniel back in Adelaide, how much he settles me and help ease my anxieties. Then I told him about the way Jeff had been treating me. I hadn't opened up to anyone like this before.

In return I got this great big speech about him mum back in Ontario, and how she raised him by herself, taking him to see the WWF when she had little to no money. 'I hope to make enough money one day to buy her a house and set her up for the rest of her life.' He smiled, as he dozed off.