Disclaimer: As appealing as owning some of the World Wrestling Entertainment Superstars is, I really have to take a step back and admit that no, I do not own them, they in fact own themselves and this story is fictional in nature and any similarity to anything happening in real life is purely my way of being a psychic.

Summary: Stacy is diagnosed with a life threatening injury causing her to take time away from the ring. Will the love of the most unlikely man bring her back to perfect health or is she destined to have loved and lost in the game of love?

Genre: Romantic and Dramatic.

Additional Info: 3rd in the Love United Series.

A/N: The time away was horrible for me in terms of worrying about losing readers. I do not care so much for reviews like I did before, but when people read me, it makes me feel better about myself as a writer and the hiatus has been horrible that way. It was good in other ways. It did give me the chance to think about where I want to take this next so that I can span it out to last another 14 chapters, and other ideas for the next one, which as usual will come to you at the end of this one and the thank you notes. I also wish to tell you that I have the characters picked and ready for the plucking in the next one and I think it's a pretty good match. Now to those of you that did review the last chapter, which I will have no idea about until the net comes here next week, I do thank you, and I appreciate the support and trust in me. Look for there to be like a ton of updates when I get back online.

"Thank you for coming to see me on such short notice Stacy. I noticed that you hadn't made that follow up appointment with me and I thought it best to get you in and tell you what I found."

She shivered through her body as the doctor stood before her talking. She heard everything that was being said but she didn't want to have to sit through any of this worrying anymore. With everything that had happened with Paul in such a short time, the last thing she needed was to hear she was going to die.

"Well what is the bad news Doctor? I assume there is some or you wouldn't have made such a step to get me here."

The doctor smiled weakly, the final nail in the coffin for Stacy, knowing now that in the end this wasn't about sugary coated good news.

"You are right; I didn't call you for a personal chat with a girlfriend. I called you because although the tests looked good on site, further testing has shown otherwise."

"Which means what exactly?" Stacy said, keeping her voice from lifting in tone until she knew just what the hell was happening to her body now.

"It means that we are going to have to get you started on the chemo as soon as possible, as well as some other drugs to fight off the cancer. I cannot guarantee they will take effect fast enough and work, but there is a chance they will."

"So in the meantime I make a plan to die?" she asked coldly, not caring how she sounded anymore as long as it got her the answers she needed. "What is the damage here doctor, seriously? Am I going to die?"

Her doctor took her seat then, noticeably to make herself seem not so personally involved. Although Stacy did take note of it, she didn't appreciate it either way. It wasn't like she had a lot to hope for now.

"What it means Stacy is that you indeed have cancer that has spread and it will take us some time to figure out where. In the meantime this isn't a death sentence as many people have come back from the same place. We just need to get you on the medication and chemotherapy as soon as possible."

"Am I hospital bound?"

The doctor shook her head slowly, allowing Stacy time to comprehend that she wouldn't be frozen to a hospital bed. "Everything can be done from home as long as there can be someone there to take care of you."

She nodded tightly and stood from her chair. "Do what you have to. I will have someone at the house with me at all times if that's what you want. Just fix it Doctor; I don't need to die when I haven't even reached thirty yet."

Nodding the doctor stood from her chair and walked Stacy to the door. Patting the young woman on the arm as she walked from the room, she felt her own blood go cold. As much as she wanted to save this woman from a fate worse then death, she didn't know if she was that much of a miracle worker.

She had been home for an hour now, running through the motions of living her life, not knowing who she was going to ask to stay with her for the remainder of what was known as her life. She knew that the one person she needed to ask she couldn't, because it would tear him in half, and the only other option was his sister in law and as much as she wanted to admit it, word seemed to have a way of traveling.

Picking up the phone in a last ditch attempt to talk to someone about it, she dialed the number to the only person in the world that might be able to help her out of a situation this bad. The only friend she hadn't relied on since all of this happened.

"Hello?"

"It's me; do you have a minute to talk?"

"For you, anything princess. What has got you all upset? Before you tell me nothing I can hear it in your voice."

"It's bad Randy; it's really really bad this time."

"What's really bad Stacy?"

"I have cancer Randy, and they didn't get it all the first time around with my breasts. Which means in short story terms that it's running through my body and I don't know where it is or how long I have to live."

There came a few curses on the other end of the line as Randy processed what was going on with his ex girlfriend. They had been together for a few short weeks after Andrew up and left her, and in the end, they just wanted to be friends. He couldn't imagine what his friend was going through now.

"Stacy, stay where you are. I will get a flight out next thing and be there for you."

She heard the hesitation in his voice, knowing it was because of the pay per view that was just around the corner and how important the match was for his career. He wanted to come to her more, but knew what would happen if he did. She had to make sure he stayed where he was, despite how much she wanted him with her now.

"No Randy, I just needed someone to tell all of this too that I trusted. I don't really have anyone left that will listen to me."

"I heard about you walking away a few weeks back Stacy. Whether you believe it or not, you did do the right thing for yourself. Who cares about the fans and the company, they have gone through worse. You need to take care of yourself right now, and the minute I can get away without being canned, I am there for you."

"I know Randy and thanks for listening. I'll let you go now; I have to do some things around here. Thanks for listening to me."

"Always angel and take care of yourself babe. I will call and come to you as soon as I can."

She replaced the receiver on the charger and walked back to the now empty living room. So many good things had happened in this room over the last two weeks and in one smooth move everything was going bad. Was there ever going to be a happy ending to her life?

"I will be there as soon as I can Stacy, you can count on me. I won't mention a thing to Paul or to Shawn until you want me too."

"Thanks Trish, it would mean a lot that you didn't right now. I don't want to make them worry needlessly when I don't know how bad all of it is at this point."

"I will book the next flight out. If you don't mind I have to bring the princess along otherwise Shawn isn't going to be able to work."

"What about the Women's Title?"

"I have holidays man, they can write me out with an injury from Kane remember? It's sweet working in this business with all of these men sometimes."

"Well then I guess I will see you sometime in the next couple of days. You don't know how much this means to me right now Trish."

"Don't worry about a thing, Trish to the rescue."

"Oh holy shit, what the heck is happening now? We got the two of them together and now she is going to lie to him and keep this deathly secret from him?" Jeff screamed, walking away from the edge of the cloud he was looking over and backing nearer to his older brother who seemed to be brooding to himself.

"Jeff, not everything works out the way we want it too. Remember how the two of us ended up dead and here all of a sudden?"

"Do I have too? I like this angel gig Matt, but I don't think I signed on for being the angel of death."

Matt rolled his eyes and looked at his brother, who he noticed looked, really beat up over the whole romantic situation that seemed to be going bad.

"You aren't the angel of death Jeff; we aren't going to be the ones to kill her. That wasn't what we signed on for."

"Then she is going to die?" Jeff squealed, feigning nausea as he sat down lightly on the glowing cloud.

"Now if I told you that there really wouldn't be any reason for you to get your ass working to make them get together faster now would there?"

Jeff rolled his eyes and smacked at his brother, his arm completely running through him and back together at the other end. The one part of being an angel he wished he could change. He hadn't hauled off and smacked his brother for real in a long time and it was making him nuts.

"Do you always have to answer me with a question?"

"Fine Jeff! I don't know what the good man has planned for Stacy or for Paul for that matter. You have to do your job and in the end everything will become clear."

He turned away from his brother then, his reason for brooding becoming more and more obvious. He hadn't wanted to die and in the end, whether he knew or didn't know what would happen to Stacy, he didn't want her to have to go through it either.