He didn't know how to feel. She'd hurt and betrayed him. She'd gone for his best friend. He walked back to his locker room with tears in his eyes. This is how it was ending after all the time they'd spent together. He knew that it wouldn't last long...at least he thought it wouldn't. She'd meant so much to him, and then for her to go and do that tore him up inside.

The walk back to his room was the longest one he'd ever taken. Alone and hurt. Once he got there, she was there. Sitting there, also with tears in her eyes.

"Get the hell out of here NOW." She stood up out of her chair and walked over to him, trying to calm him down. "Go, I don't ever want to see your slutty face again."

"Chris please listen to me baby. Please, you don't understand."

"No, Trish, obviously I don't. You see I thought that we had something. Something that was right. But no way, you had to go and ruin it. Now I see you as what you are. A lying bitch."

"Chris, stop. Listen to me."

"If I wanted to listen to you, I would, but I need to get the hell out of here. God Trish, you must think I'm fucking stupid or something. Never again. It's over, everything, my career, everything."

"Chris, don't do this. Stop and listen to me."

"Why, so you can tell me that it's what you had to do, 'As us?' Your 'as us' bullshit is over. I'm through with you. Trish, just leave."

"I needed to do this 'AS US,' Chris. I don't want to have our relationship so public. I want us to be together so that we can have our own life. Vince told me to do the right thing. I went to him earlier this afternoon to see if I could do something, for us. But no. I had to do what Vince said or I would've lost my job, Chris. Just understand that you mean more to me than you could ever know."

"Oh yeah, I mean more to you than Christian, huh? You kissed him. Kissed my BEST FRIEND. Being a couple is what you really want though isn't it. Just get the hell out of here."

Chris pushed pass Trish and walked into the bathroom. She followed him to the door, but he slammed it and locked it in her face. He didn't want anything to do with her. He turned on the shower, and threw the shampoo at the door. On the other side of it, he could hear her sobbing. He didn't care. He wanted her to hurt. He wanted her to feel what he felt that night, in the ring seeing her kissing Christian. Once again he heard her outside the door, calling his name. He knew that he needed to get away. He unlocked the door, and saw her sitting on his couch. She stood up, but he put his hand to her face.

"Now, I want you to listen to me. I've never hurt as much as I'm hurting right now. I've never even thought this would ever come to this. Yeah, I know I hurt you Trish, but not like this. I never want to see you again. Even if it means quitting my job, I'm going to. When I look at you, I feel nothing but hatred. I loved you Trish." He saw her look at him with tears streaming down her cheeks. This was the first time he'd ever told her that he loved her. "Yes, I loved you. And now the joke is on me. So I say fuck it all. Go straight to hell, you belong there."

He picked up his back, and coat and headed out the door. He didn't care anymore what she had to say. He walked pass Benoit and Eddie, not caring that either of the two had just won their matches. He even walked pass Vince, who was yelling to him. 'Oh I'm sure I'll get fired for that one.' It was pathetic how she said it was Vince's fault. It was her fault. Blaming it on Vince. 'God, screw this bullshit.'

Once in the parking lot he looked around. He saw Victoria getting in her car and jogged over. "Hey can I have a ride back to the hotel."

"Sure Chris, let me put your bag in the trunk." She bit her bottom lip just like Trish used to do, and put it in. She got in the drivers seat as he got in the passengers side. "I'm really sorry Chris. I just can't believe she'd do that to you. She told me earlier today that she was going to tell you something, something you'd like to hear. And I don't know if its the best time, but Chris, she looked me in the eye and told me she loved you."

"Bullshit Vickie. It's all bullshit. She loved me just like she loves her acne. God, I'm so stupid. I should've figured something was up."

"Chris, listen to me. Look, I know that she went to see Vince today before the show started, and when she came back she was all upset. I know she didn't want to do that. She said something about losing her job, and god Chris, would you have wanted that for her?"

"Vickie, can you just drive. I don't want to talk about her. Hell I don't even want to work for the same company anymore. First thing tomorrow morning I'm going to Vince and Bischoff, and giving them my two weeks notice. It's all over; I'm done with this. First my best friend, and now the woman I love more than anything in the world."

"Don't run away from this. If you want her, listen to her. Listen to her side of things before you get all pissed off that you do something stupid. You'll lose what you've got...and trust me, I know from experience that is worse than to not know what could've been."

Maybe Victoria was right. Maybe he had to listen to her first. But no, she'd probably twist it into something so different. He was so confused. He didn't know what to believe anymore. He didn't want to believe her, but in some way he did. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- --------------:------------------------------------------------------------- ----------------------------- "Lita please pick up, please, please." Trish waited as the ringing sound to Lita's phone kept going. She heard the voice mail pick up, and knew exactly what to say.

"Look Lita, I know you saw what I did out there tonight, and trust me, it's not what you think. I'll explain in the morning, just please, don't believe that's what I want. I don't want to be with him. Just do me this huge favor Lita. Please go to Chris's room, and talk to him, for me. You know how I feel about him, and just tell him that. Meet me in the lobby in the morning. Please you have to believe me."

She turned the phone off and threw it against the wall. It shattered into a ton of pieces but she didn't care. Why did she have to do what Vince said? She'd hurt the person who'd been there for her, for longer than she could remember. It was so hypocritical of her. Chris is what she wanted, not Christian. But some how she had that to Chris.

A soft knock on her door startled her thoughts, and he heard Christian on the other side. "Hey sexy, come open the door, we need to talk."

"Go the hell away, I'm not in the mood."

"Whoa, babe, I just want to talk to you about tonight. I mean, are you telling me that we're together now?"

She walked over to the door, and opened it up. "Look Christian, I did that so I could keep my job. Don't you see, Chris is the person that I want to be with? You're the one who I have to be with. I asked Vince earlier if instead of staying in the back, could I go out there and help Chris. But no, what he told me to do was go out there, distract you guys, and then I'd slap him. Yeah I did that. I regret ever stepping foot onto New York soil tonight."

"Wow, harsh words. Now, I've got a car set up, how about we get out of here."

"Did you not listen to a word I just said Christian?" He looked at her like she was dumb. "The only way I'd go with you is if I was starving for food. Or maybe if I hadn't just ruined the only thing good I had going in my life."

She slapped him across the face, and stormed out of the room. She walked to the parking lot, and found her car. Lita was waiting for her, and she seemed to be pissed off.

"Did you get my message?"

"Oh, you mean the message that you made when you slapped Chris across the face? Yeah I got it. Now, I know that Chris used to be a jackass, and that he used to be rude, and obnoxious. But look in the mirror Trish. You're turning into a female version of Christian. You're a lying, cheating, two- timing bitch. And if I were Chris, I'd do exactly what you did to him."

Trish broke into tears and tore at her hair. "Can't you see Lita? I've done nothing but cry for the past two hours. I've been sitting in his locker room even after he left. He told me he never wanted to see me again."

"Oh, if I were him I would've told you a lot more than that. Just get in your car, and drive straight off a cliff. It'd do the world good."

"Okay, I'm going to say this once again. I DONT WANT TO HURT CHRIS. I went to Vince earlier, and asked him if I could tell Chris on national television that I loved him. Vince said, 'If you want to keep you're job, you're going to turn on Chris tonight, and you're going to get together with Christian.' I tried to explain to him that it wasn't what I wanted." The tears started streaming down her cheeks. "Lita, believe me, I wouldn't do that even if I was paid one million dollars. Chris means far too much to me. But it was a matter of losing my job."

"So your job is more important to you than Chris? How nice Trish. Why don't you just go suck up to Vince like you used to."

"Look into my eyes Lita. I want to be with Chris. I don't want to be with Christian, and if I could do it all over again, I'd give up my job so I didn't have to see the look in Chris's eyes. I would give it all up; just to be in his arms right now. Telling him how I want to be with him for the rest of my life. But I guess I can't now."

Lita sat back on the car hood. She looked at Trish, and she too broke into tears. She walked up to Trish and put her arms around her and hugged her tight. "We need to get him back for you, hunny."

"Lita, you're like the best friend I could ever have."

The girls held onto the hug for a while longer. Trish opened up the door for Lita, and as she got in, she mouthed 'Thank you' to her. The tears continued to stream down her face, and she knew it'd be a long time before Chris would ever trust her again. She got in the car, and drove back to the hotel. Hopefully someday...she would be back in his arms. Right where she wanted to be...

¤The End...Oh not for the whole story. I was inspired last night. Yes I know, it came a tragic ending to the storyline we love of Chris Jericho and Trish Stratus...How it hurts the heart...I'll always remember them together...starting October 13, 2003..Monday Night Raw..OKAY ENOUGH! I'm going to start crying..Here's the drill..if you want me to continue this story, I will...BUT I need you're opinions..Do I continue this story the way I want it, or do I do it following the storyline that will continue on Raw. Considering the way the Wrestlemania chapter I just wrote is, I'd think it'd be better if I wrote it the way I want it. So, review, and let me know what you think...Ugh; I want to go watch the tapes of their storyline now..Right up until Wrestlemania..*tear* _Always a Jericho and Trish shipper_Dakota Stratus¤