Trish finished the script and sighed. She had more segments than she had thought she would but no match. The only downside to the scenes was that out of three of them, two were with Jeff. One before his match with RVD and one after, comforting him about the fact that his brother turned on him and cost him the match. The other one was a live segment during the match, where she'd be watching on the monitor.

On the surface, they were easy enough.

All she had to do was act like the caring, worried girlfriend like she had been doing for the past three weeks. But with everything else going on, it put her under a lot of pressure during those scenes. Pressure to act like everything was fine. The last thing she wanted was for anyone at work to look at the segments and see that things weren't fine. Or worse, be able to tell that there was more going on between her and Jeff off-screen.

She had worked hard to keep her personal life and her professional life as separate as possible. If anyone even suspected that something had changed between the two of them; it would be the subject of backstage gossip until something better came along.

"Hey!" Amy greeted, pulling her from her thoughts. Her friend sat down in a chair across from her and offered her a grin. "Hiding out?"

"No. Just going over the script since I didn't get around to reading it on vacation."

The red rolled her eyes, "I wish I could say that. Matt and I ran over his scenes so many times over the break that I know every action and reaction by heart."

"I know that it's killing you not to be a part of the show other than calling matches on heat." She told her friend sincerely. "But don't worry. You've got a few more weeks and then you get clearance."

"It's going by so slowly."

She arched an eyebrow, "Would you rather rush back before you're ready and end up injuring yourself even worse?"

"No…but it's so hard to just sit on the sidelines and watch everything going on around you." A ragged breath tumbled over lips, "Subject change. What do you think about tem splitting up Matt and Jeff tonight?"

"Well, we knew it was coming but I'm surprised that they chose to do it tonight, when there's so much that could go wrong in Jeff's match already."

"You worried?"

She bit her lip, pondering that. "I just hate the fact that they put him in another ladder match. The one he had with Mark left him hurting for days. He limped around for close to a month after it."

"And you're worried because when Rob and Jeff have a match, they go big and throw caution to the wind." Amy threw in with a nod. "I'll let you in on a secret. I'm worried about him too."

"You know if he heard this, he'd tell us to stop worrying."

"Of course."

"Well at least my reactions during my backstage segment will be real." Trish chuckled bitterly. "And it's bound to turn out better than the first one did."

Her friend's eyes widened, "You thought it turned out bad? When I saw it, I was blown away."

"You saw it?" She was confused because usually no one saw segments until the show aired. "How? When?"

"Laura showed it to us in the pre-production meeting. Raved about the fact that you guys nailed it in one take." A smirk graced her face, "You're chemistry is amazing. When I watched that scene, I actually forgot that you two aren't really a couple."

"Uh, thanks." She could feel the color rising in her cheeks and that uncomfortable feeling blanketed her once again. Her eyes went to the script in front of her as a diversion, "We're doing are best to make the fans think we are and not completely loathe the idea."

"Trish, you're needed for taping." The stagehand informed her. "Amy, Jim Ross needs to go over a few things with you."

"I'll see you later!" Amy promised as the girls got to their feet. "And stop worrying so much, everything is going to work out like it's supposed to."

Jeff finished stretching and caught sight of her watching him, "Come to wish me luck?"

"No," She closed the distance between then and put her hand on his chest, trying not to shiver when his arms went around her waist in response. "Because I know that you're going to win."

"Oh yeah?" He leaned his forehead against hers. "How do you know that?"

"I just do." She moved her head and brushed her lips against his in a quick kiss. "Time for you to go and claim the Intercontinental Championship. So we can celebrate later…"

He reluctantly released his hold on her and winked, "Consider it a done deal."

She sighed as he exited the dressing room, her face falling in fear. "I just hope you come back to me in one piece."

"And cut!"

He can back into the room, smiling widely. "What's the verdict?"

"Another home run." Laura beamed at them. "I love working with you two. You make my job so easy. See you after the match!"

Trish chuckled as she walked away. "We hit two for two so far tonight. Think if we go three for three Vince will give us raises?"

"Right then after the aneurysm is removed, he'll take it right back." Jeff shook his head and laughed at the notion.

"You had to spoil it, didn't you?" She rolled her eyes. "Couldn't be content to let me enjoy the fantasy."

"I have to keep you grounded. Wouldn't want your head in the clouds when you're supposed to be all worried and concerned."

"Speaking of keeping people grounded, shouldn't you and Rob be discussing any last minute details of the match? I know that you've both had a ton of them but it's still a risky match and you shouldn't leave anything to chance."

He nodded, his brow drawing together. "Yeah, you're probably right. Both of us are planning on trying a few new things and should plot them out."

"Good luck!" She called out as he exited the room.

Trish leaned forward, sitting on the edge of the couch as she watched the match on the monitor. The guys were putting on a hell of a show and had the audience in the palm of their hand. Watching it, she had gotten so caught up in it that she forgot that there were cameras in the room, broadcasting her every reaction. But it wasn't her fault that she so was so caught up in the action; it was theirs. They were putting on a match that would definitely earn Match of the Year consideration.

She couldn't help but wince when she saw Jeff take a hard back bump on the ladder. Rob caught him with the rolling thunder and she shuddered. His back was going to kill him when this match was done and for days after. A harsh breath tumbled over her lips as she saw his opponent get to his feet and climb the ropes.

"Oh!" She cried out involuntarily as Rob went for a split legged moonsault and Jeff moved out of the way. He slowly got to his feet and did a somersault leg drop onto a prone Rob.

"Come on Jeff…" She murmured as he grabbed the original ladder, which had taken a lot of abuse in the opening part of the match, and set it up. Rob got to his feet as Jeff started climbing the ladder. They exchanged fists, the ladder rocking unsteadily with every blow.

Her eyes narrowed as she studied the ladder they were on. It looked like a piece of the metal was hanging off the side. It was one of the arms that kept the ladder open! She jumped to her feet, intent on warning someone about the situation.

But the ladder collapsed in a heap, taking both guys with it.

Trish screamed, her hand flying to her mouth. Rob and Jeff lay on the mat, neither one of them moving. She watched with baited breath as Mike Chioda checked on them then threw his arms up in an X, which was the signal to get the paramedics because there was a legitimate injury to one, if not both, of the superstars.

TBC?