Title: All Grown Up

Chapter 25: Sorry

Summary: *Growing Up Sequel* Its been 8 years since the gang has seen each other. Are their relationships and friendships as strong as they once were? Or are they shattered and beyond repair? HHH, Steph McMahon, Jericho, Trish Stratus, Randy Orton, Stacy Keibler

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the characters you don't recognize.

A/N: Sorry for the very long delay in chapter updates. School and work has really been getting to me and I haven't had much time to do much of anything. So my updates will be rare, but I will do my best to get chapters out. Hang with me guys. I haven't fallen off the face of the earth just yet.

A/N: The song "Sorry" is owned by Buckcherry.

XoxoxoxoX

Paul stood motionless staring out the frame of the broken glass window. He had gone into shock and was unable to tear his gaze from the sky where the plane had blown to pieces. All of the screams and chatter and people running around didn't bother him one bit. It was as if he was the only person in that airport at that moment. His heart was beating rapidly in his chest, but yet he still stood still, no emotion written on his face. The sky was still foggy and filled with smoke from the explosion. Bits and pieces laid on the ground around the take off area. Flames were all over outside, as firemen tried putting it out. Along with the firemen, the police and paramedics searched the site, looking for anyone that could still be alive. Paul's eyes scanned the scene before him, watching and hoping that they were able to find them. Levesque was snapped out of his trance as he felt a hand grab his shoulder. His body turned to face the person, hope in his eyes. That hope quickly faded as he realized that the person grabbing his shoulder was only a police officer.

"Sir, I'm going to have to ask you to evacuate this area." The Officer spoke.

"Sorry." Paul replied blankly as he began to walk away.

"You can check with flight attendants at the front lobby for passengers that were on board or if our team has rescued any." The officer stated.

"Thank you." Paul nodded his head, as he made his way to the lobby.

Levesque rushed through the crowds of people in a hurry to find some news out. Anything would be helpful in this case. As he reached the lobby, he wasn't surprised at just how long the lines were. He got in line, and only could hope that the lines moved quickly. His eyes scanned the large and spacious area that he stood in. Paul's eyes diverted to the television that was at the front of the line. The televised showing was taking place of the flight details. Paul watched the screen as the plane crash was all over it. As he watched the news, it was just about to go to a commercial break when a breaking news alert came on. A horrific car accident occurred only five miles away from the airport, more details after the break.

"Today isn't Friday the 13th is it." An older gentlemen questioned Paul with a slight laugh, clearly trying to not show is worries.

"No where close to that date." Paul sighed.

"I wonder if the car accident had anything to do with the plane." He replied.

"Who knows." Paul rolled his eyes not wanting anything to do with this man.

The line slowly moved as time drug on. It felt like an eternity waiting in the long line of people. Finally after a good forty-five minutes Paul was finally at the front of the line. He would be the next person to go up to an attendant. Of course since he would be the next person to receive information, it seemed that waiting took that much longer. He waited impatiently tapping his foot on the ground. Sweat began to build on his forehead, as he dreaded hearing any news at all. He could feel his heart pounding hard and fast in his chest as it looked like people were finishing up their business at the counter. A sigh escaped his lips as the attendant asked for the next in line. Paul nearly ran to the counter that was only a mere five steps away. As he reached the counter, he didn't waste anytime to hear her greeting.

"I need to know if two passengers were on flight 167." Paul continued. "A Stephanie McMahon and a Samantha McMahon."

The clicking of the buttons being pressed on the keyboard only seemed to get loud with each press of the keys. He had zoned everything out, only waiting to hear any new information on the two girls. His heart pounded loudly in his chest. It was so loud he was surprised that the attendant couldn't hear it. Levesque looked up at the woman who seemed deep in thought as she looked at the computer. His eyes traveled down to her manicured hand that was clicking away on the mouse button. Could she possibly go any slower? After that thought processed through Paul's mind, the attendant began to speak.

"I'm sorry sir, but the only information we have is that they boarded the plane."

"You don't have any other information?" Paul wore a look of concern. "They haven't found anything else on them?"

"No, I'm sorry sir." She responded. "If you'd like, I can get your information and we can contact you when anything comes up or you can keep updated on the news."

"Thanks." Paul said nodding his head and giving her his information.

XoxoxoxoX

Stacy and Randy cuddled together in each other arms after a long night of love making. It was the same ole same ole for the two. They never could resist each other and they never could keep their hands off one another. It was like they were perfect for each other. They had been a part for a good while, but if felt like there was no time apart between them. Their hearts were finally together as one and this time it would be the last. They both didn't have any doubts or hesitation about the other. Slowly but surely things were falling back together.

Orton placed his arm around Stacy's shoulder as she scooted closer to him. Her arm draped across his bare chest. The two of them laid together under the thin white sheet. The blonde diva traced the outline of Randy's chest with her index finger mindlessly. Orton smiled down at Stacy as she continued her pattern. Her tracing his chest was something she always used to do. The closeness of them was something Randy didn't want to lose. How he had thrown it away twice, was something he'd never understand. But he knew now, for a fact that there was no way he was letting her go. Not again.

"I'm hungry!" Stacy piped up, finally coming out of her trance.

"Oh really?" Randy questioned eyeing the woman laying next to him.

"Yeah, I want pancakes." Stacy smiled sitting up. "I'll cook."

"You want to cook at…" Randy looked over at the clock. "1:30 in the morning."

"Yeah, I do." Stacy giggled as she jumped up from the bed and made her way to the kitchen.

Randy smiled to himself as he watched Stacy's naked body run out the door way. He couldn't help but wonder if she was going to cook naked or if her hunger had taken over her mind, making her forget that she was nude. He shrugged to himself, as he got up slowly. If she was cooking naked, he was going to enjoy this, or at least how ever long it takes her to realize it.

Stacy quickly made her way into his kitchen and began looking through the cupboards. Everything was in the same place. It didn't surprise her that his place was a total disaster, but she didn't mind. They would fix that later. As she began pulling out the ingredients for the pancakes, she couldn't help but smile to herself. For the first time in a while, she had realized how strong her feelings for Randy really were. It was something she couldn't deny and didn't want to lose again. She had kind of blamed herself for the unfaithfulness in Randy, but she wouldn't let that happen again. Not this time. She would be herself, and the perfect girlfriend at the same time. As Stacy closed the door to the cupboard, a smile crept onto to her face as she notice Randy enter the living room area. His eyes were fixated on her and she couldn't understand why. She shrugged it off, and began to make her pancakes. Once everything was assembled and ready, she started the first pancake. That's when she realized Randy's stares. Some of the batter splattered towards her, burning her flesh. Stacy jumped back as she shook her head hearing Orton's laughter in the background.

"You knew!" Stacy playfully glared at Randy. "You didn't tell me!"

"I was enjoying the show." Randy winked at her.

"You're such a pig!" Stacy joked as she ran back towards his bedroom.

"I'm a pig, but you threw yourself at me." Randy scratched his head confused.

"I'm a woman, and whatever I say goes." Stacy hollered with giggles.

The tall blonde diva searched the messy floor looking for her shirt, but had no luck. She sighed and shrugged her shoulders as she picked up a shirt of Randy's. She threw it on and walked into the bathroom. She washed her hands, not sure what was living on Randy's floor. After she finished washing her hands, she grabbed the towel from the bar and dried her hands off. She tossed the towel on the counter knocking over a few things. She bit her lip as she quickly began putting things back where they were. As she was placing everything back, a shiny object caught her eye. Her eyes focused on the little decorative holder that was on the counter. She looked inside, and saw the engagement ring that had been hers at one point. He still had it, and she was taken back. Stacy had thought he would have gotten rid of it by now. She couldn't help but wonder if he had kept it, in case they ever reconciled.

"You ok back there?"

Stacy shook her head as his words brought her back to reality. She quickly finished putting things back and made her way out of the bathroom and into the living room. Her eyes looked over at him in the kitchen. She clearly had taken a bit too long, as Randy had taken over the cooking. Her heart raced as she watched him cooking in just his track pants. That's when the thought came to her mind. At a time like this, Stacy would usually tell Randy she loved him, but she wasn't sure if it was too soon to tell him. She realized that this would be her newest challenge. Figuring out when the right time to say I love you would be.

"Sorry, I got lost back there." Stacy giggled teasing him.

"Oh, yeah, I forgot about that." Randy chuckled. "I guess I should clean that up soon."

"You think?" Stacy shook her head in amusement.

"Be nice." Randy smirked. "I saved your pancakes from burning."

The two of them began laughing together as they finished cooking the pancakes with each other's help. Things were ok for right now, why rush them? This time it was going to work, so there was no worries about not saying those three little words, that they had use to share with one another, on those just because moments.

XoxoxoxoX

Trish paced back and forth in her living room nervously. Her heart pounded fast then ever as she waited anxiously. It was two in the morning and she was waiting on Chris. She had called him a while ago. He didn't answer the first few times, and she wasn't sure if that was because he was screening her calls, or what. On the fifth time, Jericho had answered the phone and didn't sound too pleased. The frantic tone in Trish's voice changed his mind as she continuously asked him to come see her. With the way she was pleading, there was no way he could say no to her. The car door slamming snapped Trish out of her thoughts as she peaked out the window. Sure enough, it was him. She watched him from the window slowly make his way to the door. Shaking her head, she ran to her stereo and turn it on softly, hoping the lyrics would help get her message across. After turning it on she ran to the front door, opening it before Chris had the chance to knock.

Oh I had a lot to say was thinking on my time away

I missed you and things weren't the same

"What's wrong?" Chris questioned, sleep clearly evident on his face.

"I couldn't sleep." Trish cursed herself.

"That's why you called me over here?" Chris eyed the short blonde.

"Um…" Trish hesitated for a moment.

"What's that sound?" Chris tilted his head, listening to the soft sound.

"It's the stereo." Trish spoke leading him into the living room.

"Is that…" Chris trailed off listening to the song as Trish shook her head yes.

Chris remembered this song like he had just written it yesterday. He had wrote the song as an apology to Trish back in their senior year of high school. Jericho had royally screwed up, and wanted Trish back in his life. He didn't know how to get her back at the time, so he thought a song would work. Little did he know, Trish had heard him writing it. Lucky for him, she had forgiven him, but not just because of the song lyrics. Jericho stood there listening to the song. Once the chorus hit, he turned and looked at Trish standing behind him.

"I'm sorry for earlier." Trish finally confessed. "It was wrong of me."

"This couldn't have waited until a decent time?" Chris questioned yet again.

"No, it couldn't." Trish sighed. "I had to tell you now."

"Why?" Chris wondered aloud. "Why now?"

"Because I don't have much time." Trish let out, her voice shaking a bit.

"Time for what?" Chris stated, confusion clear in his voice.

"Time before you tie the knot with Maryse." Trish blurted out over the music.

Cause everything inside it never comes out right

And when I see you cry it makes me want to die

Jericho scratched his head looking at the blonde in front of him. He was a bit confused, and the lack of sleep and the overpowering tiredness that overcame his body wasn't helping either. What had been so important that she needed to tell him this very instant, and in person for that matter? His eyes scanned the short diva searching for answers. He could see that she was scared, nervous, worried, and upset. But for what reason? He really wished he wasn't so tired, or he could make this easier on the both of them.

"What is it Trish?" Chris yawned, as he looked at her.

"I'm sorry for everything." Trish apologized.

"That's fine Trish." Chris finally took a seat on her couch.

Trish took a deep breath. She wasn't getting anywhere. She kept doing circles around the subject she was trying to get to. How hard could this really be? All she had to do was tell him those three little words that dared to spill from her lips. Her eyes scanned him as he sat there on the sofa, sleep deprived. The ticking of the clock began to seep through the music. The ticking only reminded her of how much time she had, until Jericho was to be wed to Maryse. She had to change that. She couldn't let him marry Maryse. Trish inhaled deeply, and then exhaled. This was it. It was now or never. She sat down next to Chris on the couch and looked at him. She took his hands into her own. He looked up at her and she looked at him. Their eyes locked for that one moment and Trish knew that now was the time. No more hiding and no more running.

"Chris, I'm in love with you."

I'm sorry I'm bad, I'm sorry you're blue, I'm sorry about all the things I said to you

And I know I can't take it back

I love how you kiss, I love all your sounds, and baby the way you make my world go

round

And I just wanted to say I'm sorry:

Chris stared blankly at Trish, unsure of what he had just heard. He may have been extremely tired, but there was no way he miss heard what Trish had said. As the three words registered in his mind, everything started to come together. The song, the timing, the importance, the apology, and the anger from earlier that night. This was what was so important that needed to be said. Jericho wasn't sure what exactly to say. How did could he respond to something like this? He was to be wed in three months, and now rather then just having one woman who loved him, he had two.

"I'm sorry." Trish panicked, as she didn't get a response. "Just forget I even said it ok."

"Trish…" Chris mustered out, realizing that it wasn't just his feelings on the line here.

"I'm so stupid." Trish stood up as she began pacing again. "Trish, you idiot, he's getting married. You should have known better."

"Trish…" Chris said again, standing up and grabbing her arm.

This time I think I'm to blame it's harder to get through the days

You get older and blame turns to shame

As Trish had finally stopped talking once Chris grabbed her arm, their eyes met. The stare from one another was strong. They kept that eye contact for a good while. They continued to look into each others eyes, searching for some kind of answer. An answered that would solve everything. Trish's eyes began to well up with tears, as she realized that he had yet to respond to what she had said. Chris noticed the tears beginning to build up in her eyes. That's when he realized he hadn't said anything to her just yet. He was thinking, and thinking hard. Maryse was found at that far back of his mind. Did he love her? That's when it hit him. If he had to think about something like this, he obviously knew what he had to do. He shouldn't have to think about an answer if he truly loves someone. As the tears threatened to fall from her eyes, Chris smiled at Trish and wiped away her tears. Trish bit her lip, and as she continued to look at Chris. A soft smile was present on his lips as he leaned in and captured Trish's lips with his own.

Every single day I think about how we came all this way

The sleepless nights and the tears you cried it's never too late to make it right

Oh yeah sorry!

The two embraced as their tongues battled one another. Their kiss deepened as their bodies got closer to one another. The tears that had been evident in Trish's eyes had disappeared and were no longer to be found. Chris ran her fingers through the short hair Chris sported, as his hand ran down her back and rested on her waist. This felt too right to be wrong.

"So what now?" Trish questioned, pulling away from the kiss to get air.

"We get some sleep." Chris smiled taking her hand and leading her up the stairs.

"Shouldn't you get home to Maryse?" Trish wondered aloud.

"Nope." Chris shrugged. "She's the least of my worries right now.

With that said, the two walked up the stair case and made their way into Trish's bedroom. The two got comfortable in her bed, and cuddled together until they both fell into a deep slumber.

XoxoxoxoX

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Citcat