Title: Caught in the Middle

Author: Shantay

Email: PG-13

Content: Swearing, drama, references to sex…

Timeline: Let's take this back to a couple years ago. Before Lita/Kane. Lita's neck was never broken and she never left. But Matt and Jeff did split as a team. Jeff still left WWE and Matt went to Smackdown.

Summary: Chris could never have imagined being in love, let alone with two women at the same time. Now, he's stuck trying to decide whether to break his girlfriend's heart or his other love. Chris, Trish, Lita, Christian, etc.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of these people…tear…

Distribution: Please just ask me first.

He still had two days left. He could do it. He just needed to make sure that he said the right things. He needed to use his extra time to make sure that he did this the right way…or at least the best way that he could in this situation.

Amy had been released from the hospital the day after she'd been admitted. He'd seen her everyday since the incident except today. But since they had to travel to the next city for the house show and Raw, it made sense that he hadn't seen her. He would make sure to see her later. But at the moment, he had some business to take care of.

He pounded his fist on Eric Bischoff's door and opened it immediately, not caring what he was interrupting.

"What the hell are you doing?" Bischoff stood from his desk, staring angrily at Chris Jericho.

Chris's eyes ran over to Kurt Angle. "You can continue this later."

Kurt smirked at the younger man. Something told him now was not the time to push the man. He turned back to Bischoff. "Eric, I'll talk to you later." Kurt stepped up to Chris's face, staring straight into the blonde Canadian's eyes and smirking even more. He stepped around Chris and closed the door.

"Listen Jericho. I don't know who the hell you think you are or how you think things work around here, but you don't just march into my office and-"

"Think you can do whatever the hell you want to do. I know. Same old story. Look, I don't care about all of that. I have an issue that I need to take care of."

"And what makes you think that I would help you in any way?" Bischoff held his head arrogantly, standing with his arms crossed over his chest. Chris wasn't intimidated at all, as he stepped closer to his boss's desk, still glaring at him.

"Because I said so."

"And how at all is that supposed to scare me?" Bischoff lost composure as Chris stalked around the desk. His hands came up defensively and he took a step back as he found his shirt suddenly grabbed by the blonde man and he was mere inches away from the angry wrestler.

"Look! I am not in the mood to play around! I said I have an issue that needs to be taken care of! Are you going to listen or not?"

The hot breath on his face and redness in the other man's face were enough to tell Bischoff not to mess around. "Okay! Okay!" Chris let him go aggressively, nearly pushing him into the wall.

"I want Edge in a match."

"Chris, I can't do that." Eric jumped and immediately threw his hands up as Chris took a step towards him. "Wait! We're booked for tonight. There's no space. We don't even have enough space for next Monday. But luckily for you, I can give you a match at Vengeance."

Chris nodded. "Good." Chris turned and walk to the door.

"Chris, just one question. Why do you want this match so badly?"

Chris sighed at the thought. "It's personal." He pulled the door open and let it swing shut behind him.

"You're lucky you are one of my top stars Chris Jericho. Otherwise, I'd have your ass fired."


Chris took a deep breath before walking into the hotel room he shared with his girlfriend, Trish. All of the lights were out, except for the one in the bedroom. He took his shoes off at the door and tiptoed into the bedroom, not wanting to wake her if she was asleep.

He came into the room and saw her sitting up in the bed, flipping through the channels on the television. She didn't look at him. He knew that she could tell something was up with him but he just didn't know how to tell her. That flood of guilt came over him as he looked at her. It came every time he looked at her. How could he lie to her everyday? He wanted to tell her the truth so badly, but he just couldn't.

He walked over to the bed as though he were walking on eggshells. He sat down beside her, noticing the way she tensed up. He leaned in to give her a kiss on the cheek but she pulled away a little bit. Chris felt his heart seize up. He pulled away from her, not sure of what to say.

The television suddenly clicked off and he looked at his girlfriend. She didn't bother to turn to him, but spoke to him. "We need to talk Chris."

He nodded even though she wasn't looking at him. Maybe he wouldn't be using those two days as he had planned.

"Chris, I can't take this anymore. There's a distance growing between us and I'm sure you know that. I don't understand what's going on with you and I don't get why you're not telling me. Chris, I want you to tell me now. What's going on?"

Chris sighed as he stared into her beautiful brown eyes. He loved her so much. "Trish, I know I haven't been myself lately. I've just been feeling guilty."

"About what?"

"I'm not the man you think I am. I'm not good enough for you Trish. You always tell me how amazing I am and how lucky you are to have me. But that's not true. You deserve so much more than me." Chris paused and sat back, letting his head fall against the headboard. After all of this thinking, he still wasn't sure how to tell her. He couldn't get the words out.

He heard Trish sigh. The bed shifted as she moved closer to him. Her hands were on his face and chest, trying to comfort him. "Chris, is that why you've been pulling away from me? Baby, why didn't you tell me that? There's no reason for you to feel that way. You know how much I love you. I love you the way you are Chris. You are perfect for me. I love you. Don't you know that?"

Chris closed his eyes as tears threatened him. He swallowed hard. "I know."

"Look at me." Chris looked at her, despite the sign of tears in his eyes. She pursed her lips, sadness filling her heart at the sight of him. "Aww, baby. Don't ever feel like you aren't good enough for me. You are. Please tell me when you feel that way. I hate it when you pull away from me." She laid her head on his chest and rubbed his abdomen.

God, she thought that was what was wrong with him. How could he even bring himself to tell her the truth now? Not with her so relieved. He rubbed her head. He always loved the feel of her hair.

"Chris, why would you feel that you're not good enough for me?" She sat up and looked at him. He looked into her eyes and saw so much love and concern. He didn't deserve this from her. He shook his head. He couldn't do this now.

"It's okay if you don't want to tell me, baby. I just want you to know that that is not true. You are wonderful."

"Okay. I know, I know. You don't have to say it anymore." Trish nodded.

"You know what's funny?" Trish shook her head at herself and smiled. "All this time I thought you were pushing me away because you didn't love me anymore."

Chris frowned, his eyebrows furrowing. He shot up and grabbed each of her arms. "Don't you ever think that. I love you so much. I couldn't even describe to you how much I love you or how much you mean to me. No matter what, don't ever doubt that I love you. Please promise me. Promise me you won't doubt it again. Please tell me you'll just have faith. Please."

Trish stared at him in shock. Shocked by how adamant he was. She nodded. "Okay."

Chris let go of her, looking down at the bed. "I'm sorry. I just hate that you thought that."

"Don't worry. I know now." She moved even closer to him, caressing his leg. "Chris, it's been over a month since we've…you know." Her hand traveled farther up, slowly. She leaned in, placing a soft kiss on each of his cheeks. "Let me make you feel better honey." She planted a soft kiss on his lips. Her hand got even closer to him, dangerously close.

He wanted to give in so badly. He wanted to make love to her like he never had. But he couldn't make love to her after making love to another woman. He pulled back from her kiss just as it began to deepen and grabbed her exploring hand. "Trish, I can't do this right now. Please, I just can't do this now."

Trish couldn't help but feel hurt but since she finally knew what was going on, she figured she could understand. "Okay. Then at least just hold me and fall asleep with me."

Chris nodded. He could at least do that for her. For all he knew, it would probably be the last time he held her like that. Tomorrow was his last day to tell her the truth. He needed to make the most of this time with her.