Title: Endless Love

Author: Crimson Coin

Rating: PG 15 and higher at some points. Warning: Language.

Summery: The sequel to "Unstoppable". Will Chris Jericho and Trish Stratus's love truly be able to last?

Disclaimer: I do not own the WWE or any of the affiliated wrestlers.

Timeline: From March 22, 2004 and all said dates.

Archiving: Ask me first.

August 9, 2004

Edge pushed away from the medical team as they helped him backstage. "I don't want your fucking help." He growled, flashing each person an angry stare. "Leave me alone."

"You may have a concussion and we ..."

"Piss off," he snarled, not even looking in their direction as he walked down the hall. His eyes narrowed as he saw the retreating form of Chris Jericho. "Prick!"

Chris stumbled and fell to the ground as Edge tackled him from behind. Unaware at first, he didn't defend himself as Edge recoiled and landed a hard punch into Chris's abs.

"I thought we were friends."

Chris lurched as the air was expelled from his lungs again and he pulled his arms in and up, blocking his face, head and body best he could.

Edge didn't strike again. "What the fuck?"

Chris glared through his guard. "What? Upset that you lost to me? Proves I'm the better man through and through."

"I don't give two fucks about the match." Edge responded with sincere malice. "I'm talking about leaving me as fodder for Batista. I thought we were friends."

"And did you come to my aid when Dave ..."

"Actually, yeah. I did." Edge shook his head, his eyes a warning siren to the man he had pinned to the ground. "If I recall correctly, I was more than willing to fight by your side against both Randy Orton and Batista."

Jericho didn't answer.

"That's what I thought." Edge said. "Some friend you are."

When Edge stood and turned his back, Chris jumped to his feet. "All high and mighty now. Oh hail, Edge, the great Champion." Chris taunted, following the other blonde down the hall. "You'd have done the same thing. So don't act like you're noble and honorable. You kept that belt by cheating. I took a win by cheating. And Dave took a cheapshot."

Edge turned quickly, facing off with his one time friend. "And it never once occurred to you to quite possibly ... you know ... help me!"

"Would have you helped me?" When Edge gave no response, Jericho only smiled. "You were saying? And what about last week?" Jericho continued. "You hit me first."

"You grabbed me." Edge countered.

"You were walking away." Jericho shot back. "Couldn't be man enough to face the assault and you were walking away. I wasn't finished and you punched first."

"You had it coming."

Jericho's eyes narrowed. "Your shot was lower."

Edge smiled, a taunting smile as he stood tall. "It was true."

Jericho felt the surging charge of rage and he used every ounce of willpower to control it. "Trish Stratus was the lowest blow you could have ever used. Lower than Stephanie. It was fucking personal ... too fucking personal."

"I know."

Chris felt the sudden urge to smack that smirk right off Edge's face. "I'm gonna get you where it hurts. Just you wait. You're going to regret EVER messing with me." Chris turned his back, walking away. He didn't know where he was going. He just had to get away.

Trish Stratus lifted her leg, slamming her foot onto a wooden box. Leaning forward, she fumbled with the ties of her sneakers. Tying her shoes was always so hard with the stupid cast and now this brace wasn't any easier.

"Here,"

Trish jumped at the voice but her eyes widened as Jeff Hardy sat on that box, placing her foot in his lap and tied her shoe.

"There. You could always just ask for help, Trish." He smiled. "Any man here would be more than happy to do it for you."

"Jeff?"

He nodded. "The one and only."

"Jeff," she squealed, throwing herself into his arms and hugging him. Her arms band tightly around his neck, squeezing him for all he was worth. "Jeff, you're here."

He returned her embrace. "Yeah. I was tempted to try and iron out some kinks but ... well let's just say after seeing a certain discussion, I decided against it."

Trish pushed back from him, standing between his legs as she grabbed his hands in hers. "You mean Lita and Matt?"

He nodded, bowing his head with a sad smile. "Yeah." He chuckled at himself. "And here I thought she was really going to come clean."

"She was on the verge of it." Trish said, honestly. "I kinda thought she was. But at the last minute she ... she didn't."

"At least Matt knows the baby's not his." He said, with slight venom. "Good. If I can't be happy than neither can they."

"Jeff,"

"Don't argue with me." He warned, his eyes meeting hers. "If I can't be happy, then neither can they. That's the way I feel and nothing's gonna change that."

Trish sighed. "I'm sorry to hear that."

"What?" He spat softly. "What is this not the Jeff you know? The Jeff you're used to? Well this is the new Jeff."

"I didn't say that." Trish said, shaking her head as she squeezed his hands. "That's not what I mean at all. I'm just sorry to hear you're not happy."

He laughed. "How else am I supposed to be? Should I be ecstatically excited? I hope Kane does win on Sunday."

"Don't say that." Trish said, softly, reaching up to brush some stray hair behind his ear. "Don't say things like that. You don't want to see them in pain."

"I don't care."

Trish nodded, ducking her head a moment then she sighed. "I didn't want you to leave. You could have come here still."

"And watch Lita and my brother make kissy face. No thanks. I think I'll pass."

"But you coulda been with me." She said. "You coulda tagged with Christian and we coulda been together and ... well, not together but you know what I mean."

He smiled as she nervously stammered on. "I know what you mean. Speaking of together, how's Randy?"

"Good," Trish answered. "He's really excited about his match on Sunday. He's determined to win that belt and as much as I like Benoit, I think he can win. I kinda want him to, too, you know?"

"I can imagine."

Trish smiled. "He's been in Hunter's shadow for so long and now he's going to finally get the chance to prove himself. I'm so proud of him."

"Sounds like you really care for him."

Trish paused a moment, then her smile grew soft as she nodded. "Yeah. I ... I really do."

"Does that mean you're over Chris?"

The smile fell from her face, utter sorrow shining through.

"I'm sorry," Jeff apologized quickly. "I'm sorry I didn't mean to be so bold. It's just ... from the way you were talking, I thought ... I'm sorry."

"No, it's ok." Trish answered, solemnly. "I ... I know that."

"I'm sorry, Sweetheart." Jeff cooed, brushing away the single tear on her cheek with his thumb. "I didn't mean to open wounds. It's just the way you were talking about Randy, it sounds like you love him."

"I do," Trish said, her brow furrowed with confusion. "I think. I mean, Chris hasn't spoken to me, much less looked at me in months so I think he's moved on. I don't think he cares or anything because it's not like he's even saying hello."

Jeff smiled, leaning down closer to her so he could whisper. "You mean like he's not looking at you now?"

"What?"

Jeff's eyes glanced to the side. "Over there."

Trish turned her head, looking in the direction that Jeff indicated. Chris stood, huddled against the wall, his eyes glued on her. She gasped.

Chris's eyes widened and he flushed a deep red, turning and quickly walking away.

"How long has he been there?" she asked, looking back on Jeff's face.

Jeff smiled with a slow shake of that head. "Longer than me. I passed him on my way to you. And I have another secret."

"What?"

"He's not over you," Jeff said, his voice barely above a whisper. "Far from it."

"How do you know?" she asked in an accusing tone. "How would you know that?"

"I talk to Stacy more often then not."

Trish frowned. "You talk to Stacy and haven't called me?"

"I'm sorry," Jeff apologized again, cupping her face and bringing her closer. He placed a soft kiss on her forehead. "I'm sorry I didn't call you. But she called me and I ... I just ..."

"It's ok." Trish said, though Jeff knew instantly she was lying. She swallowed hard. "But how ... what makes Stacy an expert on Chris?"

"She's been rooming next door to him for the last few weeks." Jeff said. "Just trust me. And I'm not trying to make rocks between you and Randy or anything like that. I just ... I want you to be happy."

Trish ducked her head. "I don't know what I want."

"Don't you mean who?"

She shook her head.

Jeff furrowed his brow, tucking the hair behind her ear so he could see her face better. "I don't follow you."

"I know who I want." Trish said, her voice low. "But I just don't know what I want ... so that I know who I'll choose."

Jeff nodded. "Ah. So you mean that you wouldn't choose who you don't want if they don't have what you want even though you really want them."

"Yeah, I think." she answered with a slight smile and a soft giggle. "I lost you, but I know it sounds silly and so much has happened and I ..."

"I understand." Jeff said. "You don't have to explain." He knew how difficult this entire situation was and he knew of her true past. He didn't want to upset her in anyway and he knew this conversation was driving in that direction. "Come on. You haven't smiled nearly enough in my company. Let's go grab something to eat. We can even bring Randy if you want."

She laughed, taking his hand in hers. "I'd like that."

(And so ends another short chapter but things are moving along quite nicely. Looks like Trish may come around. Maybe .... just maybe.)