A/N:  Thank you to everyone who has reviewed.  Pretty soon I'm probably going to break away from the WWE storyline, since they are severely messing up what I had planned for this story.  Enjoy!

Victoria made her way down the hallway of the hotel the wrestlers were staying in.  Normally she wouldn't be in any hurry, but today she was riding to the arena with Chris and he was late.  She strolled to room number 247, knocking loudly on the door while giving a slight tap of her foot. 

She rolled her eyes slightly, hearing muffled curses on the other side of the door.   Clearly he was in the middle of getting ready, which would probably make them late for the show.  The last thing she needed was Bischoff breathing down her neck for being late.  A few moments later, Chris opened the door, wearing only a pair of jeans and his shoes.  

She arched her eyebrow at his lack of clothing, giving him a very quick once over. 

"Victoria, I'm really sorry, I had a late start getting ready and - "

"Yeah, yeah," she said.  "Hurry up and find a shirt so we can get out of here." 

Mumbling something under his breath, Chris went back into the room and pulled on a random shirt, grabbing up his bag with his wrestling gear.  He went over to the door hurriedly and closed it behind him.  "Alright, I'm ready."  Before Victoria even had a chance to reply, he grabbed her hand and dragged her down the hallway, almost shoving her into the elevator as it opened. 

Once they were in Chris' rental car, things calmed down a bit. 

"Are you sure this plan is going to work?" he asked, for what seemed like the millionth time that week. 

"Of course it will," she replied, her voice full of confidence.   "We act like we're together, Trish gets jealous and wants you back, then you two get together."

Chris sighed, tapping his fingers against the steering wheel, trying his best not to speed.   "I hope you're right," he muttered.

~

Chris made his way towards the gorilla, Trish right by his side.  The two had strategized briefly for their match, but that was it.  Nothing else was discussed.  Chris had tried numerous times to start a conversation with her, but he just didn't know what to talk about anymore.  Everything with them seemed awkward. 

When his cue finally came, he made his way down to the ring, shortly followed by Trish.  He gave her a soft pat on the back, moving his hand a few moments later so the awkwardness of the situation wouldn't increase. 

The match seemed to be going along fine, each side getting the upper-hand occasionally.  Everything came to a hault for Chris as his knees slammed against the steel stairs.  He curled up into a ball, holding his knees against his chest as he was laying on the floor.  Chris opened his eyes a few moments later and saw Christian helping Trish.   What's going on here?  He hates Trish, and he hates that fact that I still have feelings for her.

After Trish got the pin on Molly, she immediately made her way out of the ring, crouching down next to Chris, watching in confusion as Christian made his way up the ramp.  Why did he help her?  Something was definitely going on with him and she wanted to find out what it was. 

~

Trish made her way down the hallway of the arena in search of the trainers room.  They'd refused to let her go with Chris so she thought she'd wait a few minutes before going to find him. 

A few minutes later she found the trainers room, not even bothering to knock on the door.  She never made it past the door, however, as the sight in front of her froze her in place.  Victoria was sitting right beside of Chris, holding an ice pack against his knee and if she was observing correctly, the two looked like more than friends. 

Victoria glanced up as she heard the door open, nearly dropping the ice she was holding over his knee.  She hadn't expected Trish to just barge in like that.  Though, from the look on Trish's face, she could tell the plan was going to work.  With the look Trish was sending her way, she'd be long gone if looks could kill.

Chris gulped slightly, watching in between the two dumbly, not sure of what to say now that Trish was actually in front of them.

"Thanks, baby," he said softly to Victoria, figuring he might as well put this plan into action now. 

Ignoring the interaction between the two, Trish stepped into the room, taking a seat on the other side of Chris.   "I just came by to see how you were doing."


Chris smiled, his heart warming at her words.   "Thanks, I appreciate it.  I'm not sure about my knee though.. I might possibly have to take a couple weeks off." 

Trish stayed in the room and talked to him for a few more minutes, though she couldn't help but think about this thing between Chris and Victoria.  She tried so hard not to show how jealous she was feeling right at that moment.  Victoria was icing his knee and Trish felt that was her job, not Victoria's.  She wanted to be the one to make him feel better, to take care of him when he needed her. 

She left the room a few minutes later, hoping nothing else would go wrong.  The second she'd left the room she saw Christian.  With the way he'd treated her last week, she was in no mood to see him.  She brushed past him, groaning as he called out her name.  She explained to him about Chris'situation, telling him that Chris' knee was severely injured and he might have to take some time off because of it.  Just as she was about to leave again, she was stopped once more by his voice. 

"Hey Trish, you uh.. you look.. really good tonight," he said, walking into the room afterwards. 

She frowned and shook her head, not really liking the fact that there was something going on with him that she didn't know about.

~

Christian smirked to himself as he entered the trainer's room, though the smirk soon faded as he saw someone he wasn't expecting. 

"Victoria, what are you do-", he was cut off by Chris.

"Why did you go out there and save Trish?" he asked, venom in his voice. 

A new smirk formed on Christian's face and he sat down where Trish had sat minutes earlier.   "Think of it this way, Chris.. if I hadn't shown up, Matt would have hurt her.  But anyway.. I want the three of us to get along.  Is that so much to ask?"

Chris eyed him warily, sighing.  "No, I guess not," he muttered. 

~

Trish kept her gaze on the ground as she walked down the hallway.  There was just so much on her mind, it was hard to concentrate.  She was really glad she didn't have anything else to do for the rest of the show.. she wasn't sure she'd be able to keep her focus long enough to complete the task.  Christian was really starting to confuse her.  Last week he'd compared her to Yoko Ono and now he was saving her in her matches and tell her she "looked good".  Unless she was mistaken, this was really going to cause some problems.  Then there was the issue with Victoria and Chris.  Since when were they together?  Apparently she missed something because the two were looking pretty cozy while they were in the trainer's room.

Her thoughts were interrupted as she bumped into somebody, causing her to fall to the floor with a soft thud.  Groaning, her eyes slowly lifted, meeting the light blue eyes of Randy Orton. 

"Wow, Trish, I'm really sorry," he said, extending his hand to her.  "I really should watch where I'm going." 

She waved his hand away, standing up on her own.  "It's alright, I wasn't paying attention."

"Let me make it up to you," he said, giving her his characteristic charming grin that millions of girls would probably melt over if they saw. 

"How exactly would you do that?" she asked, tilting her head to the side while arching an eyebrow.

"Dinner after the show.. my treat."

"I.. I don't know.  It's really not that big of a deal.  It was just an accident."

"Aww, c'mon.  It's just dinner.  Please?"    He began to pout, poking out his bottom lip for added emphasis. 

She couldn't help but laugh as she saw him.  This certainly was a change compared to what he was like in the ring.  If Chris wants to be with Victoria, there's no harm in me hanging out with Randy.. it's just dinner, right?

"Alright, alright, I'll go.  Meet me at my locker room after the show."

The two exchanged goodbyes, going their separate ways.

~

Victoria made her way out of the building with Chris.  He'd been excused to leave since he was injured and she'd been given permission to go with him back to the hotel. 

She helped him out to the car, putting both of their bags in the back.  She helped him into the passenger side, jogging over to get in the divers seat. 

As they pulled away from the area, she gave Chris a reassuring smile.

"You should've paid more attention to the way she was looking at me, Chris.  She acted as if she wanted to beat me down right then and there.  The plan is definitely going to work, and in no time she'll be back in your arms."  

Chris sighed and rested his head back against the seat.   "I hope you're right, Victoria.  I hope you're right."

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