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Summary: A one night return turns into a whole lot more for one ex superstar and the man that just couldn't seem to forget about her.

A/N: Warning, this will have a flashback in it, so the parts of the story heavy in italics are exactly that, so that there is no confusion. Thank you all for reading, and reviewing, I appreciate every bit of it =)

December 10, 2007 - 15th Anniversary RAW Broadcast

Randy watched as she stepped back through the curtain, after putting the beating of a lifetime on Jillian in the ring mere minutes before. He had known she was in town for a special appearance and he ached to hook up with his old friend and catch up on what had happened in their lives since the last time they had come in contact.

Even now, as she was draped around Amy, one of her best friends within the company during their time there, he felt an awkward pang in his chest, one that he knew he shouldn't be having at all.

He was a happily married man, having married only two months before, to a woman he should be more then blessed to be married too. So why was he here now, watching Trish and Amy, and wanting nothing more then to just reach out and touch her?

She made her way past him then, seemingly not paying attention and just as he was about to walk away, to prepare for his own match that night, mentally putting his head back in the game, she turned toward him and her face lit up in a smile, and all mention of wanting to move on with the night faded from his mind.

"Randy, I was wondering if I would get to see you before I left."

With those words, everything else seemed to evaporate from his mind and all he could do was stare, and smile.

"Yeah couldn't resist checking out what you ladies did out there. I'm sure the entire world is thanking you right now."

She laughed and despite knowing better, he felt his chest almost explode with the sound of it. Having just knocked out a girl for her horrible singing, standing here with her now, listening to her laughter, it was the complete opposite and he believed he was hearing the most beautiful music.

"Well anything for a rise out of the crowd right?" she asked, her smile still lingering, before continuing. "So Randy how have you been, its been ages since we've gotten to catch up."

He knew she was right in that regard. He didn't keep in touch with her the way he had planned when she had retired the year before, and seeing her now, having her return a couple times a year, he felt like a heel. She really had been a saving grace to him over the years and not keeping some form of communication with her had not been his finest achievement.

"You just recently got married didn't you?" she asked again before he could answer, bringing him instantly back to his reality.

"Yeah, I finally took the plunge and got married."

"Are you happy?"

He should have been able to answer that question easily, but the more he stood here, allowing the reaction of being around her to affect him, he knew the answer wasn't quite as easy as it should be. It really was a loaded question.

"Couldn't be happier." he said, openly lying to her, keeping his gaze firmly on her, smile in place, hoping against hope she wouldn't suspect that he was indeed not telling her everything. It really was better if she believed he was happy, even if deep down he knew that there was only one way he could be really happy.

The only way I could be happier is if you had been the woman I married, and agreed to spend the rest of my life with.

"How are you and Ron?" he questioned, wanting a subject change immediately, not feeling at all comfortable realizing just how unhappy he was.

Her face changed then, and he instantly knew that things were not as happy with her, as he had made her believe about him and there was a strong part of him that wanted to pull her close and find out just what the man had done to cause this reaction in her at all.

Don't even think about it Orton. You're a married man, and she's a very much married woman. You cannot go there.

"We're doing okay. Its hard, me travelling as much as I do, him being home with the 'normal' job."

He nodded in agreement, the same situation happening between him and Samantha, and had been happening since they had met. There was nothing normal about the job choice Trish and him had chose and making someone on the outside understand that, was always the hardest part, no matter how much you loved them.

Time seemed to click in for him then, as crew members started roaming around, Amy having wandered off on her own. He had a match to prepare for and as much as he would love to blow it off and just spend the rest of the night catching up with this woman before him now, he knew he couldn't.

"I've got to get ready for my match, but before you head home, I'd love to grab a drink and catch up."

"Sounds like a plan Randy. Good luck out there tonight."

She leaned in and kissed his cheek then, a fire instantly blazing through his body, a reaction he had not been expecting and as she walked away, obviously ready to find her friend again, he couldn't do anything but watch her walk away.

Watching her walk towards Stephanie, having finished her conversation with Mark mere seconds before, he was forced to remember just what had happened the last real time they had talked.

He hadn't met her for a drink that night, he had instead gotten through with his match and left with the boys, knowing that first thing in the morning he had to fly back home to Missouri to be with Samantha and watching her walk now, confident, and assured, he knew he had made a mistake.

He should have taken her out, he should be spent time with the best friend he probably ever had, instead of walking out on her, yet again. Sure it was best back then, safe, but it didn't make doing it and living with doing it any easier.

Not wanting to waste another minute, he took his time and caught up with her, just as she was about to call out to Stephanie, and he touched her on the arm, as gently as he could. If he could screw up almost three years before, then he damn sure could fix it three years later.

He was not going to let her get away again, not when there was nothing holding him back anymore.

As she turned to face him, and he really took her in, her now brunette hair, making her eyes even more piercing, he knew that he had done the right thing. He could not let this chance go by again.

"Hey Trish, Welcome back."