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Betrayal, Heartbreak, Revenge, Love.

Trish sighed and headed over to the hotel room door; if this was Randy again she was going to kick his ass. Sure she enjoyed his company but his over protectiveness was beginning to really grate on her last nerve.

She bit the inside of her mouth and pulled the door open her mouth falling open in shock when she saw how was standing on the other side. Defiantly not Randy.

"Shane" Shane nods his head slightly and pulls in his bottom lip. Trish raises her brow and looks him up and down, his head is stitched and his left eye is bruised and she can't help but feel a twinge of sympathy for the man in front of her. She sighs slightly knowing that she is about to make a mistake sighing again she stands to the side and allows Shane to enter the room.

Shane turns to her and smiles he shoves his hands into his pockets and watches as she makes her way further into the room, seating herself down on the sofa her eyes looking up at him, waiting for him to make the first move.

"What are you doing here Shane?" She questions her voice biting out more bitter then she had intended, but if he thought he was going to make her fall for him again then he was sadly mistaken. She had learned her lessen the hard way almost costing her, her best friend she wasn't going to make the same mistake again.

"I thought we should talk" He replied seating himself at the end of the sofa his body turning to face her. Trish raised her brow and laughed slightly.

"Talk you want to talk, Shane you've had nearly a month to talk, you wanted nothing to do with me or your baby, and you want to talk now, why?" She questioned in an angry voice. She couldn't believe that he actually thought she wouldn't see through his mask. Like he was actually bothered about her or talking, he just wanted someone to make him feel better for losing the night before.

Shane ran his hand over his head he hadn't thought this was going to be easy but he honestly didn't think she would be so hostel to him. He bit the inside of his mouth trying to think of some way to make things ok.

"I heard about the baby" He said softly, knowing instantly that it had been the wrong thing to say.

"That was nearly a week ago, and now you care" Trish bit out, her anger rising by the instant. She needed to get him out of here she couldn't get this angry it wasn't good for her or the baby.

"Ive always cared" Trish laughed bitterly

"Don't kid yourself Shane, the only reason you're here is because you lost, you cant have what you want so your falling back on me, well im sorry Shane it isn't going to work. Now get the hell out of here" Trish shouted jumping to her feet and pointing to the door.

Shane was taken back he had never had someone say no to him, he had honestly thought she would let him be apart of their lives. He furrowed his brow in confusion and walked slowly towards her, only to have her step back.

"I mean it Shane get the hell out" Shane nodded his head slowly and turned around heading for the door. He turned to take one last look at her before opening the door and stepped out of it. Randy stepping in a second later.

"Hey you ok?" He asked concerned coming closer towards her. Trish smiled and looked up at him.

"Ive never felt better"

Faith drifted from the kitchen to the living room where Dave was sat on the plush leather sofa his eyes fixed onto the TV screen in front of him. Faith smiled ecstatically, it had been one whole day since wrestle mania and Vince had given them both a week of. On the basis that Faith could move her things into his place, but as of yet neither of them had made any arrangements for her stuff to be moved, one of the reasons was Dave really wasn't in any condition to be moving things, and the other reason was they both just wanted to be in each others company.

Faith walked over the soft carpet and wrapped her arms Dave from behind her head resting in the crook of his neck. Her breath tickling the hairs on his neck, he groaned and reached his arms up curling his hand around hers.

"You know ive never been this happy" Dave muttered muting the TV with his free hand. Faith exhaled a breath and smiled her lips brushing his neck.

"Me neither" She replied. She sounded so carefree and happy.

She let her arms slip from his neck resulting in a moan of disappointment from Dave; she laughed in amusement and settled herself on the sofa next to him, her head falling onto his chest, his hand coming to settle round her waist.

"I suppose we should consider driving down to Boston to get my things together" Faith muttered her head turning slightly so she was looking up at Dave. He nodded his head and smiled, his head coming down kissing her nose.

"That would be a good idea" He chuckled, his hand reaching over to grab the remote.

"Now lets watch your match, so I can watch my baby win on the grandest stage of them all "Faith rolled her eyes but settled further into his arms, her eyes wondering over to the TV, as her old theme song began to play.

"Dave" Faith muttered an hour later. She felt his arms stiffen around her and his head came into view seconds later. She laughed and her hand found the sound of his face.

"Thank you" She whispered. Dave furrowed his brow

"What for" Faith closed her eyes and stroked the side of his face.

"For not losing. For not letting me go back to, for not giving up on me" Dave rolled his eyes, sometimes she truly did amaze him.

"I would never give up on you" Dave cupped the side of her face and placed a soft yet passionate kiss to her lips.

"I love you" Faith smiled in content

"Love you to"

The hotel door opened and banged with a shut the person making their way slowly over to the kitchen, their eyes wondering around it before landing onto the fridge. They ran their hand over their face and sighed leaning their body against the cabinet. They sighed once again before pulling their body away from the cabinet and headed over to the fridge the little piece of white paper catching their eyes.

Furrowing their eyes in confused, they reached out their hand and pulled the paper from the fridge, flipping it over so they could read what it said.

"You survived the first time, you want the second time.

Times running out

Tick Tock"