Chapter 15

"So, why'd you do it Zach?", Trish asks as they drive to the hotel in her car. "He called me a blonde haired asshole. Besides, it's just like I said, I don't need him to win.", he answer plainly. The rest of the ride back after Raw was quiet. It was 1 of many times that Zach regretted crashing his car, but he's dealing with it. As they arrive, Zach gets out before the car even stops & heads for his room. "Dammit Zach, I thought things would be different.", Trish thinks as she watches him go inside.

She heads for the front desk & asks the clerk, "Could you tell me what room Zach Midas is in? I'm a friend of his.". The young man at the desk looks at the computer in front of him & types in a few commands before stating that there's no one booked by that name. She walks off & heads to her room.

Meanwhile Zach is in his room, frustrated over what he sees. For the past couple of weeks, it's what he's seen though, he hasn't accepted it yet. "Death, The Lovers, The Empress, The Chariot & The Tower in reverse.", he says for the 10,000th time that month. He picks up the tarot cards that are laid out & throws them back into his bag before walking out of his room. He gets to the elevator & as it opens, Trish is standing there with her bags. "Hey Zach, can we talk?", she asks with a heart full of hope. He enters the elevator & pushes a button before replying, "What's there to say? I came back, I'm doing the match with the person you picked, I'm going to win. Enough said.". The elevator goes up a couple of floors & as the door opens, Trish steps forward. "Zach...I meant what I said after that cage match. I called you all the time, emailed you, I didn't stop thinking about you. I suppose you had your reasons for not replying. I know you're hurt & scared of getting hurt again. I hope you see that you don't have to be.", she states quickly before running for her hotel room. As the elevator doors close, Zach thinks to himself, "It couldn't really be Trish, could it?".

Trish picks up her cell & starts looking through her messages, half of which came from John. He's pissed about what happened, wants an explanation. Trish decides to call him & give him 1.
J: "Hello, who's this?"
T: "It's Trish. I got your messages."
J: "Oh really? Don't you mean, 'I had to get rid of some space so I saw you filled my inbox with crap'?"
T: "No. You want an explanation? Here you go: I had a choice, I needed a great tag team for SummerSlam & Zach had just got back into contact with me. I could have picked The Colons, I could have just thrown something together too. Both you & Amy have been bitching about wanting a chance to make things right with Zach, & since you refused to actually go out of your way to do anything, I saw an opportunity to let you show Zach the truth. Now, you can either sit around & whine about it or you can use it. Goodbye.". Trish hangs up.

John is sitting in his & Amy's hotel room, & she walks in with some Chinese food. "Seeing as how I just carried 25 lbs. of food to you, your phone call with Trish better have been good mister.", she says with a groan before setting the bags on a table. John nods & replies, "Yeah, it was. She gave us a chance to get Zach back, all we've gotta do now is take it.".