Walking back to her locker room seemed like an eternity. She couldn't help but smile; yet she couldn't help but feel a tad upset. Chris and her were finally on good terms, and that was good. But still, something didn't feel right. She remembered watching him give up his Survivor Series favor to save her, and that was the most special thing anyone had ever done for her, and she knew right then that what he was saying was real. So why did she still feel so lonely, when they had decided to be really close friends? Then she figured it out, it was Christian. Christian was the one who told her about Chris and that one girl, and Christian was the one who started the bet. He was also the one who told her that Chris didn't care about her anymore. As she got to her locker room she cleared her mind of Christian, and just went in. Stacy was sitting there reading the Unscripted book, so Trish sat down next to her.

"Hi Stace, what's this, the third time you're reading it now?" She laughed and then winked at Stacy who had just looked up from the book. She gave her a smile back, and then turned her head back into the book.

"No, I'm just reading because they don't need me on the show 'til later. Where've you been?" For a split second Stacy looked back up at Trish, then back down at the book. Trish sat back on the couch and let out a huge sigh.

"I've been talking to Chris. I mean, you saw what he did for me out there, so I figured I had to go thank him. I'm sick of the way we've been lately. I mean, if he wants to date other people so be it. So I told him, that we could be really close friends, and that's what we both want. I don't want us to be on such bad terms, considering everything we went through. And Stace, you know how much he means to me, so this is like the greatest thing that's happened to me all week long. I'm so happy, but there's always something that's got to bring me down, and it just makes me angry."

"Let me guess, and if I'm wrong, I'll probably shoot myself." Stacy paused to put a marker in her book, and then, "One thought came to mind when you said that something had to bring you down. You're still upset with the whole Chris being partners with Christian."

"Not all him being partners with Christian, but him letting Christian practically run his life. It's so upsetting to sit here and watch Christian say all these things to Chris, when all Chris wants to do is be friends with the both of us. He certainly has no right to do that to Chris, after all Chris has done for him. And just last week, Christian asked him for his Survivor Series favor to get into the match for the number 30 Spot. I just don't agree with any of that. But I'm afraid if I tell him how I feel, he won't believe me, and then he and I will once again be on bad terms. She stood up and walked over to her bag. She pulled out her hat, and put it on her head.

"Where are you going? Aren't you going to stick around and see what I've got in store for everyone later on tonight?" She too stood up and walked over to Trish. "Look, when the time is right, and you've had enough. Tell him. Don't shy away from this if it's what you feel is right. I'm telling you this as one of your best friends, and you know it. I'm looking out for you."

"I'm just going to go back to the hotel and take a shower. I'll see you when you get back. Oh and tell Lita good job on her match. She and Victoria made me proud." Trish gave Stacy a hug and then left the room to go find her rental car. Once in the parking lot she shut off the alarm, and got in.

---------------------------------------------------------------------------- --------:------------------------------------------------------------------- ----------------- After Christian had left his room, he stood there in anger. Chris brushed his hair back out of his face, and sat down in the chair behind him. He couldn't think straight. His head was killing him, and Christian was driving him nuts. He needed a break and he needed it soon. He picked up his cell and dialed Stone Cold' s number.

"Sheriff Austin here."

"Hi, Steve, it's Chris Jericho. I'm kind of feeling sick after that power bomb, so do you mind if I take tomorrow nights house show off. Eric won't let me even if I had a concussion."

"Well, alright, but you're definitely going to have to drink a few beers to calm you down. So, I'll see you Wednesday." Chris hung up the phone, and set it on the table. He got up, and put on his shirt, and jacket, and grabbed his bags, and left the arena. Christian had called his cell as he was driving back to the hotel but he didn't want to talk to him. When he got to the hotel, he saw that Trish's car was already there. He thought about going to talk to her again, but decided against it. He walked up the stairs, since his room was on the second floor, and went in. He threw his bags and coat on the floor, not caring one bit where they landed, and then sat down to take his shoes off. He looked up at his answering machine, and saw that the light was blinking. He got up and played the message. The familiar female blonds voice played over the answering machine, bringing a smile to his face for the first time since the two of them talked earlier that night.

"Hi Chris, its Trish. I'm here in my room, wondering when you're going to get back from the arena. Obviously not until later, so I'm just going to go out and have some dinner. If you want to give me a ring, and we'll talk. Okay, well this thing is going to cut me off, so talk to you later. Bye!" She hung up the phone, and he turned off the machine. He fell backwards on his bed, and just lay there for a few minutes. He thought about just going down to her room himself, and talking to her about things. Then he began thinking about what she said earlier.

He didn't want to be just her friend. Considering everything they've ever been for, and now he had to go through this with Christian, it was like they were destined to be together. How many weeks did he have to try to get her to see that he truly cared about her? He thought for a few more minutes about what he could tell her when he talked to her again. He wanted to tell her, that being just friends with her was just not what he wanted. He wanted to take her in his arms, and hug her like he used to. Then it came to Chris. He knew what he had to do right then and there. He got up, and put his shoes back on. He then walked to the elevator, and as he pressed the button to go to floor number 4, a smile spread across his face. After he got off the elevator, he walked to Trish's room and knocked on the door. He could hear her say that she was coming, and then heard her unlock the door.

"Yeah...Oh hi Chris! What are you doing here so late?" He looked at his watch and saw that it was 1:00. He must have dozed off while he was thinking earlier. "Ah, who cares, come in." She tightened her sweater around her waist, and then pushed her hair back out of her face.

"I just came to talk, like you said on the message. Well, I didn't know you'd be asleep, so if you want, I'll just leave." As he got up to leave the room, Trish grabbed him by the arm.

"No, its fine, stay here. I'm always in the mood to talk." She smiled at him the way she always used to, and sat him down.

"Trish, you know how you said that we could be just really close friends? Not that it's not what I want, because believe me, it's what I want more than anything. Except one thing." He saw that Trish began to get a confused look on her face.

"What do you mean Chris? I don't understand what the 'one thing' could be. You said this is what you've wanted all along."

"Trish, after we're friends for awhile longer, I don't think that I could be just friends anymore. You mean way too much to me, and being a nothing but a friend with you confuses me. I mean, think of all the times we spent together, I was serious when I said that was all real. And I meant every single word of it."

"Wait a second. We need to at least know that we can have a friendship before we begin thinking about a 'relationship'. And I don't know if I'm ready for that relationship again. I know that you're sorry Chris, but that still doesn't excuse what you did to begin with. You too, mean a lot to me. I want to know that we can work to that special place, all right? Please don't be angry."

"How could I be angry with you?" He smiled at her, and then got up, and pulled her up with him. He gave her a hug, and a quick kiss on the forehead. He held onto the hug for a while, and then finally they parted. "I'm going to go back to my room now. I'm not wrestling tomorrow, got a bad headache, but I'll see you Wednesday, all right?"

"Okay Chris, I'll see you then. Please...take care of yourself, for me." She walked him out to the door, and closed it behind him. Once he got outside the room, he leaned up against the door, and smiled. This is what he really wanted all along. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- --------:------------------------------------------------------------------- ----------------- The Next Day: House Show

Trish and Lita were in the back talking about going out after the show later on that night. Lita, like always, quickly changed the subject to Chris. "So, what were you two talking about last night in your room. Or was it talking that you were doing?" Lita winked at Trish, and Trish rolled her eyes.

"Very funny, excuse me while I laugh at your hilarious joke." Trish hit Lita on the shoulder. "We were talking, and you know, he wants to be more than friends."

"And you told him..." She waited for Trish to answer, and when she didn't, she urged her on more. "Come on, you can't tell me that much, and not tell me the rest. That's not fair, at all!"

"I told him that we had to work back to the spot. Seriously Lita, that's all I want. To work back to the place where I felt comfortable in before. I want that again. But I feel like it's going to take awhile for it to be that way again. He's still following Christian and doing what Christian wants him to, so I think he needs to figure out what he wants more. A relationship with me, or being Christians tag team partner, and going after the gold again." Lita smiled at her blond friend, and gave her a hug. "Thanks, I needed that. I wish he were here today. I mean, I don't want him to feel so lonely. I should've taken the day off, and took him out to dinner or something."

"Nope, I wouldn't have let you. You needed to be here with me and helping me with my match, and that's what you're going to do. Got it Missy??"

"Yeah, I got it." Lita and Trish both laughed for a few minutes, and then walked out of their dressing room. Trish thought to herself, 'I've got great friends, and Chris. But what's missing with him and me?...'