Authors Note: Hey Guys! I am SOOO sorry this story hasn't been updated since May, but I had absolutely no inspiration for this story after Jeff left! I spent most of the time writing other stories when I finally figured out where to take this one! YAY! Now, enough blabbing, lets get on with the story!

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Edge and Jericho rushed through the crowded hallway, pushing past staff and crewmembers. Jericho, having an inkling that Mr. Sledgehammer Helmsley himself had a thing or to do with this, 'accidentally' smacked into him, causing him to spill his hot coffee all over his 'oh so sexy' pink dress shirt. He scowled at Jericho as he ran off. Lita had caught them just before her match and only had a few seconds to sputter out what had happened to Trish, and they immediately had taken off on this rampage to find Jeff's dressing room.

*KNOCK*

"Jeff, its us, open the door." They muttered. Jeff turned the silver knob that was loosely bottled on the crappy arena door. Trish stirred on the couch, slowly opening her eyes to see her friends standing over her. She held onto her head and faintly spoke, managing to sputter, "W-Why-Why, do I feel like I keep running into things and ending up here?" she laughed light heartedly.

Everyone smiled, "Well, at least she still has her sense of humor, I think she'll be fine." Jericho said laughing.

"I don't think you ran into the sledge hammer this time." Jeff said, letting his anger be known in his voice.

"How'd you. . ."

"Shh. . . I heard Christian talking to Triple H." Jeff replied, knowing what she was going to ask.

"This is weird, Triple H doesn't usually just hand out favors. . . I wonder what's in it for him." Edge said speculating.

" I don't know, but lets get out of here before we find out. I'll pull the rental around and you guys get her our to the car." Jeff said.

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As Jericho and Edge helped Trish out of the arena, Bishcoff approached them, sporting a mischievous grin on his face. "Well Miss Stratus, I see you had a little but of a. . . mishap, earlier tonight. . ." he laughed to himself and rolled his eyes, "Anyway, my point in even bothering to acknowledge you, is that your going to be leaving for Australia, early, to be our 'spokeswoman' your flight leaves tomorrow at six. Oh, and by the way, you have to go ALONE, no Jeff, no Edge, no Jericho, no Lita, no Steph, no Kurt, no Matt, NO ONE, Ha!"

Jericho lunged at him, this was a set up if he ever heard one, Edge, had to hold him back from pummeling Bitch-off right then and there.

"And what if I refuse to go?"

" Then. . . YOU'RE FIRED! Have fun, Trish, we'll see you on Thursday," he said loudly and turned to walk away "Maybe. . ." he laugh un-audibly under his breath.

Trish grimaced, god damn she hated him, and right now she was not in the mood to deal with his shit too. Jericho, Edge and Trish we're all fuming as they entered the car, god he made bad moods contagious.

They piled into the car and Jeff could sense the tension, he looked around and decided to let them bring it up if they wanted to talk about it. Trish's brow furrowed and then she just let it out "DAMN IT!" she yelled, smacking the dashboard.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, what happened?"

"BITCH-off is making me go to Australia, early, to be a 'spokeswoman'."

"We'll I'll come with you then," he started.

"No, Jeff, you can't, I have to go ALONE or I'm fired. Aww, hell, my flight leaves at six."

"Jesus I hate that bastard, I am going to kick his ass." Jeff said, gripping the steering wheel tightly, and staring straight ahead at the road.

The rest of the ride the 4 friends sat in silence. Trish had fallen asleep by the time they reached their hotel. Jeff carried her up to their room and laid her down in her bed, and went to clean himself up before bed. He crawled into his own bed, Trish and him weren't exactly 'dating' yet and when he booked the rooms he wanted to be polite. He started humming out some new lyrics to a song he was writing and Trish woke up to his gentle sound.

"Jeff. . ." she said groggily. "Oh, Trish, I'm sorry to wake you, do you need something?"

"Yeah, um, well, you don't have to, but could you come and lay with me over here?"

"Sure Trish"

"Thanks Jeff."

He crawled in next to her, and she moved close to him, nestling her head in his chest, today had been a hard day, one of the hardest she'd had in a long time, and she need some comfort to say the least. Jeff played with her hair and she drifted off to sleep.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* So, what'cha think? Reviews please! I have the next chapter already written, I just have to find time to publish it, and school starts for me tomorrow. soo look for the next chapter with in the next week, same goes for my other stories if they aren't updated by later tonight. Thanks Much! -Kals