Disclaimer: I do not own John Cena, Trish Stratus or any of the other WWE superstars in this story; they are all owned in and by themselves and the World Wrestling Entertainment franchise.

Summary: Trish Stratus gets moved to Smack down to make better ratings, and she finds herself being placed with the one guy she didn't think she would ever be with. This is a purely romantic fic.

A/N: Thank you guys for all the support and unfortunately, this story will be coming to an end soon. I don't know when, but I will let you know when I make the decision and it should be soon. It has been a good ride though, and although I will write a thank you chapter at the end to all of you, I want to say thanks to you all now. It means a lot. Be aware, short chapter alert, because the next one is working towards something longer.

"What do you mean it's not that easy?" John asked, knowing what it meant, but wanting her to explain it the way she needed too. He didn't have anything to lose by listening to what she wanted, and after all the stupid stuff he had done, he needed to make her happy. He just wasn't the same without her.

"I mean that I just can't take you back. I mean I have done that, countless times. There have been so many things and people trying to keep us apart and I have started to believe there was a reason for it. If you want me to come back to you, well John, I hate to say this because it is so cliché, but you need to prove it too me, and prove it good."

"Prove it?"

"Yes prove it. I don't know how, and I don't when but you just have to do it. Now I hope you don't mind but after all of the talking we have done here, I am just not in the mood to eat and I have a lot of thinking I need to do over what you said."

"Don't worry about it, I understand. Thank you for at least allowing me to tell you how I really felt about what has happened here."

"You're welcome, but I think the person you need to thank would really be Joanie. You somehow won her over, which isn't the easiest thing to do after Paul, and well she believed in you, now you have to give me that time to feel the same way. Have yourself a good night John. See you at the show."

Smiling as she rose from the table, throwing her purse around her shoulder, she kissed John on the cheek and headed for the door. What she didn't know was that someone was outside waiting for her.

As she walked across the parking lot, she was consumed with thoughts of what John has said over the table inside, and she was deciding in her head if he was telling the truth. She turned around to head back inside and tell him that she loved him, and the car came out of nowhere. Before she had a chance to move out of the way, it picked up pace and ran her down, before racing off into the night.

As John stood from the table, he noticed everyone in the restaurant getting to their feet and going to the window. A few even ran outside, which made him wonder what was going on. He ran outside and that was when he saw her, lying face down on the ground, he looked from afar and looked at the hair, and he knew that it wasn't just some unknown woman that was hit, it was Trish.

"Someone what?" Joanie yelled into the phone as soon as the words came from John's mouth. She had set up the whole dinner for the two of them to see the light, not so that something like this would happen. Her heart was just dying in her chest and it was obvious that John felt the same.

"She must have been coming back into the restaurant for some reason because the police say that she was sit head on, and if she was going to her car it would have been in the back."

"Do they know who did it?"

"No, but I hope they find out who did. Because when they do their ass will be mine."

"John calm down, I am sure that kind of talk will not help her. Where is she now? And where are you?"

"I am at the Medical Centre, Hospital and she is in Emergency Surgery. The doctors tell me that she has a lot of internal bleeding, and they don't know what will happen. They told me not to get my hopes up."

"She is a fighter John. Listen I will get there as soon as possible, I just need to get dressed. Listen, keep me posted on what happens before I get there. Don't worry, she will get through this."