You guys are the best! I can't believe I got such positive feedback for just the first chapter. I know I've taken such a long time to get this out, but I've been loaded down with school and work and Christmas shopping. Thanks for being patient with me! The Pretenders own 'I'll Stand By You'



Stacy tapped her fingers nervously on the desk in front of her. She was waiting for her friend to pick up the phone, but so far there was no answer. "Torrie, it's Stacy. Just give me a call when you get this. I really need to talk to you about something. I guess it's kinda important so you need to call me back. I know I keep saying this but I'm sca-"

Victoria glanced down at the now un-conscious blonde and smirked. She reached down and picked up the phone that was still waiting for the rest of the message to be recorded. Turning the phone off, she rolled Stacy over and placed a pill bottle into her left hand. Victoria scattered some of the small pink pills around the diva and took the phone of the hook so no calls could get through.

She walked out of the room and shut the door behind her. Walking to her own room, she laughed quietly to herself and waited for the fun to begin.

*~*~*

"So what do you think of this one?" Torrie Wilson asked, holding up a shirt to her body.

Billy Kidman looked at it critically for a minute and shook his head. "I don't like that one. And anyway, this is the fifth store we've been to, can't we go home yet?"

"No." Torrie answered simply. "I have a match against Dawn tonight for my dad's attention and I need to find something that will blow her out of the water." She looked down into her purse and pulled out her cell phone, noting she had one new message.

"Why are girls so obsessed with the way they look?" Billy muttered. "Honestly." He glanced over and immediately saw the puzzled look on his fiancé's face. "Torrie what's up?"

"Nothing." She replied with a shrug. "Stacy just left me a message and she got cut off. I had no idea my messages were that short."

Billy nodded. "Yeah, it does give you a ridiculously short amount of time to let you record a message."

Torrie looked down at her phone one more time and sighed. "It was probably nothing." She remarked, pulling another shirt off the rack. "Well then how do you like this one?"

*~*~*

After what felt like a couple of hours, Stacy regained consciousness. She tried to open her eyes but that task proved too difficult so she contented herself with listening to the voices and noises around her.

"Do you know what happened or how many she took?"

"I just came into the room and found her like this."

"Find me like what?" Stacy managed out quietly, still keeping her eyes shut.

"Stacy, are you awake?" The unfamiliar voice asked. "If you can hear me you need to wake up or open your eyes."

"Come on Stacy." Andrew pleaded. "Just open your eyes. Look at me."

After a few painful moments, she opened one eye and then the other. "Where am I?" She asked, trying to pull herself up in an upright position.

"How many of these did you take?" The EMT demanded, shoving the empty bottle into her line of vision.

"I don't know what those are." Stacy answered, holding the back of her head as Andrew supported her shoulders.

The EMT looked over her head at Andrew and sort of shook his head before turning back to Stacy. "We're going to have to admit you to the hospital overnight."

"But why? I didn't take any of those things-what are they?"

"They're pills." The medic started, addressing the response more towards Andrew. "That females normally take that, um, suppress the diet if you get what I'm trying to say."

"I know what you're trying to say." Stacy snapped, pushing against her boyfriend as he tried to keep her down. "You think that I'm taking pills to help me stay thin." She held her arms away from herself. "Look at me!" She directed. "Do I look like I need help staying thin? I'm gorgeous!"

"There's always resistant when hearing something like this for the first time." The medic, whose nametag read 'Steve', proclaimed.

Stacy waved her hands in front of his face. "I'm right here. You don't need to keep talking to Andrew like I'm not even fucking here. I'm not going to the hospital." She added stubbornly as he got up to help her. "You can go if you want but I'm staying right here."

*~*~*

"We have some information about one of your superstars Mr. Bischoff." One of the medical staff said to the GM a couple of days later.

Eric looked up from some paperwork and a concerned expression was clearly evident on his face. "What happened? Is anyone hurt?"

The girl tilted her head to the left slightly. "Not really hurt, but Stacy was taken to the hospital Friday night because they thought she had overdosed on some diet pills."

"Why'd they think that?" He asked.

"Andrew found her in her room and she was unconscious with pills all around." She said matter-of-factly. "At first she didn't want to go to the hospital, but her boyfriend talked her into it. They didn't actually find anything in her." She pressed on. "But they said something like there's always the possibility and that's funny because I've always had the feeling that she was insecure about something."

"Where the hell do you go around talking about her like that?" Trish Stratus demanded. The younger girl's mouth dropped open and Trish put her hands on he hips. "Honestly, and please tell me where you get your information because I'd love to know who's ass I need to go kick."

"Trish, calm down." Eric said immediately. He dismissed the assistant with a wave of her hand and she gladly rushed out of the room.

"How can you let her sit here and talk about Stacy like that?" Trish reprimanded her boss. "She has no idea what's going on. And even if something was going on with Stacy, I'm not saying there is, but if there was she'd have no right going around talking about it."

Eric motioned for her to sit down and she accepted his offer. "Listen to me, Stacy is one of the key assets of our Monday night programming and I need to know right now if something is going on with her."

Trish let her arms fall to her side helplessly. "I wish I knew. She's one of my best friends and I wish she'd talk to me about whatever is going on."





When the night falls on you

And you don't know what to do



Nothing you confess





Could make me love you less



There were more then a few curious glances. Rumors and speculations were flying as Stacy walked backstage before the RAW taping. Just from passing by, she heard they thought that she got into a fight at some nightclub and lost or that she had taken some drugs. She shook her head slowly, causing blonde hair to cascade across her face and into her line of vision.

Somebody grabbed her arm and she quickly looked up in alarm.

"What's up Stacy?" D-Von Dudley asked her.

A wave of relief rushed over her and she smiled. "Nothing really. How've you been? I saw your incredible return at Survivor Series, totally kicked ass."

He grinned and pushed up the glasses resting on the bridge of his nose. "It did kick ass, didn't it." The two started walking and he looked up in time to see Victoria approaching the, the usual look of disdain on her face.

"I need to talk to Stacy alone." She said evenly, not even trying to disguise the disgust in her voice.

D-Von shook his head. "Yeah, I don't see that happening anytime soon so you can just go along on your happy way."

Stacy swallowed nervously as she saw the psycho bitch's face turn into a scowl. "I don't see how this is any of your business." She snapped.

"You should actually be listening to D-Von here." Another voice added form behind her. "Or else it could prove hazardous to your health."

Victoria whirled around and came ace to chest with the other 300+ pound Dudley. She made a grab for Stacy's arm but was stopped by Spike, the smallest of the three.

"Buh-bye." Bubba said, waving to her mockingly.

"Thanks guys." Stacy said quietly. "I didn't know you still cared."

"Of course we care about you." Bubba exclaimed. "Where would we be without our Duchess?"



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