As Chris drove away from the arena, he never looked back. He needed to drive, and that's what he did. He kept driving, and driving. It's not like he cared about getting disqualified from the match. It was just a match. He'd lost a lot more than he'd been disqualified from, and it didn't matter one bit. Once he got to the hotel he'd planned on staying in, he stormed to his room.

In the elevator he slumped against the wall. It felt like he was being sucked into a black hole. The anger building up inside of him, almost made him sick to his stomach. He still couldn't believe after all of this time, she'd been playing with his head. All the nights, the talks, the times they'd spend together. It was all a lie.

Once the elevator stopped he was greeted by a bunch of people standing waiting for their own ride down. He stepped off and walked to his room. As he slid the key into the door, he felt around in his pocket and found the necklace he planned on giving Trish after Wrestlemania.

He pushed open the door and then threw the necklace across the room. He fell backwards onto his bed and wiped away the single tear that was falling from his eye. He sat up and turned on Raw just in time to see that Trish and Christian were indeed at Raw...And sucking face once again. His anger took over and he threw the remote at the T.V. It bust into a thousand pieces and crumbled to the floor.

Chris laid there awhile longer, and thought about Trish. Even when he was furious with her, he couldn't get her off of his mind. He needed to think about things other than her, but every time he tried, his mind traveled right back to her. He decided that the only way to stop thinking about her for at least a couple hours was to go out. He had some friends in New Jersey so he decided to give them a call. Of course the excepted his invite and he walked down stairs to meet them in the lobby. He had a few minutes before they would arrive, so he just waited there.

As he was waiting, Lita ran in through the doors. She slid across the floor, and started laughing. It looked as if she was about to fall, so Chris stood up and caught her. "Thanks!"

"Anytime Red. How are things?"

"You're asking me that question? Honestly Chris, something's wrong with you." She brushed her hair out of her face.

"Wow Lita, you're quick. I'm sorry, I'm just trying to get my mind off of things. You know...those things." He let out a long sigh, and picked up her bag for her. "How about you and I go out with a few of my friends and get some drinks. Later on, we can talk. I've been meaning to talk to you all day."

"Let me go upstairs, and put my stuff in my room. I'll be back in 10 minutes, alright?"

He nodded his head, and she rushed to the stairs. As she disappeared behind the doors, more and more of his co-workers began to arrive back at the hotel. He greeted them, but didn't engage in a conversation with them. Shortly there after, Lita returned back downstairs, just as his friends were arriving.

Walking out the door, they were laughing, the first time since the night before. He and Lita were walking next to each other, and exiting the same door as a limo pulled up to the hotel. They let it pass by them, and as they were getting into their cars, Chris heard a familiar female voice call out from behind him. Not for him though, but for Lita.

"Lita, where are you going?"

"I'm going out with some friends. I'll be back later Trish. Don't wait up for me." As Lita was saying goodbye to Trish, he got into the backseat and sat down. Lita climbed in behind him, and looked at him with an 'I'm sorry' expression on her face. He gave her a reassuring look, and his friends pulled out of the parking lot. The first time that day that he didn't start tearing up when he heard the name Trish. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- -----:---------------------------------------------------------------------- ----------- She knew Chris was with Lita. But why? Why were they going out together? Then she thought about it more and realized Lita was going to play Miss Fix- It and talk to Chris for her, since he wouldn't listen to her. She sat her stuff down on her bed and went into the bathroom and turned on the shower. Her phone kept ringing, but she knew it was Christian. She didn't want to answer it, yet sooner or later she had to tell Christian the real reason why she's with him on T.V.

Once she got out of the shower, she went to bed. She didn't want to stay up for nothing, since Lita wasn't there so she shut off the lights and went to bed. Lying in bed, she itched her neck, and felt the necklace Chris had given her for Valentine's Day. He'd been so good to her, and then she had to do that, all because of her job. For some reason, she kept thinking about leaving the job, just to prove to Chris that she really did love him.

As she rolled up onto her side, she thought about way back when, when they had stayed up until the wee hours of the night just talking and talking. And in more recent weeks, he'd been there for her from the time she got off of work until the time she went to bed. She decided that in the end, it would all come down to the fact of her really loving him. She truly did, and obviously she screwed up any chance of the two getting back together.

'Screw all of this.' She got out of bed, and put her street clothes back on. She threw all of her other clothes, and extra things back into her bag, and grabbed the room key. She went downstairs, and checked out of the hotel. As she sat in the driver's side seat of her car, she slammed her fists against the steering wheel. The tears were now streaming down her cheeks, and she started up her car. She had to get back home. The lights from the oncoming cars kept her alert driving back to Toronto. It made her stay awake. The music coming out of the radio, kept her from thinking about the happenings of the past two days. As she was crossing the border going into Canada, she turned and looked out the window. Biting her bottom lip, she pulled up to the man waiting to ask where she was heading.

"Where are you off to Miss?"

"I'm going home to Toronto." She handed him her license, and tightened her grip on the steering wheel.

"Miss Stratus, huh? My kids and I watch Monday Night Raw all of the time, and we enjoy watching you! Have a safe trip home!"

"Thank you. I'll try."

The rest of the way home, she didn't think about anything. Just getting home. When she pulled in her driveway, she saw that there was a light coming from the guest bedroom. It made her stomach turn, and she ran inside. "Hello? Who's there?"

"Trish?! What are you doing home?" Her sister walked down the stairs, and gave her a hug.

"Just decided to come home. But why are you up at this time of the night? Scratch that, this time of the morning? And what are you doing in my house?"

"I needed a place to stay, and I figured you wouldn't mind to have a guest when you got home Tuesday."

"Yeah, I don't mind, I just need to get to bed. We'll talk later."

Trish walked up stairs with her bags in hand, and to her bedroom. Setting her bags down on the floor, she fell into her bed and closed her eyes. The next thing she knew, the sun was shining brightly through her bedroom window. She sat up and looked at her watch. It read 12:00, so she decided to get out of bed. After she took a long hot shower, she went down stairs. Her sister was sitting in the living room watching soap operas. The phone rang, and she picked it up.

"Yeah?"

"Hey Trish, it's me."

"Hey Lita, so...how was your night?"

"You mean, what did Chris say last night? How much time do you have?"

"I've got all day, just tell me."

She heard Lita clear her throat on the other end, and sighed. "Trish, he misses you. Yeah it's been two days, but god Trish, he won't be over this for a long time. I asked him why he didn't listen to you when you had to talk to him, and he said because he knew what you were going to say. He knew you too well to listen to you. He also said, that he'd rather listen to Paul Bearer talk than to listen to any stupid explanation that you had to give him."

"He's hurt, and for some reason I don't blame him. But honestly Trish, you need to call him, and if he doesn't pick up, leave him a message. It's your best bet to get him to listen to you. Fly to Tampa; corner him at his door. Don't give up on him Trish, you can't lose him."

"I don't know...I'll think about it. But I'll talk to you in a couple days. I'll see you soon."

"Don't give up...Never give up."

Trish set down the phone on the base, and walked back to the living room. Her sister was trying to engage her in a conversation, but she didn't want to listen. She thought about what Lita had said before she hung up. 'Don't give up...Never give up.' She knew that giving up was not an option.

¤The end of yet another chapter. I'm continuing the way I want to. I've got tons of ideas, and you all know that sooner or later its going to end. But, never fear, I plan on writing a few more Trish/Chris fics for all you shippers out there. I'm not going to let the 'heel' Trish on T.V affect the way I write, but I have to say it was quite hard to write this chapter! Okay, so review me! Sorry this chapter was late. I won't be updating after Raw anymore! Depends on the way the draft goes, but if all goes well, I'll have it updated two times a week now-still a shipper..Dakota¤