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: Do you ever have a time where you just want to freak at the world for dealing you a shitty hand? Well that is me right now and well I am going to do it here. I am not doing it to make you feel bad, but I am doing it because I want to feel just a tad better then what I do right now. I was pregnant which I announced in here as well as to my husband at around the same time, and well after an ultrasound appointment, it turns out that my baby died two weeks ago without a symptom telling me it had, which pretty much leaves me broken. I am going to write this chapter better then any other chapter, but I want you all to know it isn't with the same heart as I did all the others. Vent over, on with the story. I hope this answers your questions to whether or not she died. The next chapter will be the last. Oh Yeah, and I will join whatever you want me too, like your C2 group, just tell me how. Im a little slow on what the heck that is.

They all came, making the hospital corridor look more like a press conference then an actual place where lives were saved. Anyone who was anyone was there, wanting to do what they could to find out how Trish was.

Jeff Hardy was there, as tight lipped as ever, quietly waiting for some word that his girl, the one that he had been in love with since his career began in the WWE, would be just fine and would come back to him. Come back to him as his friend in any way. He needed her in his life in some form otherwise he wasn't the same. His time off had learned that. So there he sat, in virtual silence, a bystander waiting for some sign of hope.

Matt had come too, worried for John, Joanie and for his brother. He saw the way his brother took up three of the seats in the OR waiting room, and he realized with certainty that they were going to have to be thrown out after he sweated through them. But in respect of John, and his brother he didn't stay long, but he did make the way he felt about the whole thing very known.

The one shocking person to actually make an appearance had to have been the WWE owner and head Vince McMahon. He showed up there to much acclaim as it was wherever he went, and he offered the way he felt over to John for him to do whatever he wanted with it. He showed feelings of love, over any money he was losing due to this whole mess. He showed concern and caring and love, much as a father would to his daughter, and given that Vince did indeed feel that way, it made everything that much easier to deal with. Knowing that he did care. Sometimes, love beat out money in the whole sick game of life.

As he paced back through the hospital for what seemed like the hundredth time that evening he was sure he was wearing a hole in the floor. He had never felt anything like this before. He had written tons of people off, made people feel pain that he thought they were due, and yet as he paced back and forth it seemed all he wanted to do was fall to the floor on his knees and actually cry. He hated feeling so powerless, and he knew if he didn't hear something soon he was going to break down and really lose his mind.

As if on cue, the swinging doors to the hospital room opened and the very tired looking Doctor moved from them, the look on his face signalling something in John that he just didn't want to hear at that moment. The mask of pain and death covered his face, making John unable to even move to meet him halfway. What he didn't know was it was the same look he gave to everyone. It was the Doctors way of coping with the death around him everyday.

"Mr. Cena, I have some news."

Here it came. This was it. John felt the pain riding all the way through him as he prepared to hear the worst. There were no words to explain what he was feeling and even if he could, he didn't know if he really wanted them out into the air. All he could do was just add more silence to an already silent room. He just waited as the bomb was preparing to drop.

"They both pulled through okay. We stopped the bleeding internally of Ms. Stratus and they are both resting relatively comfortable."

Who was this they he was speaking off? Had there been someone else out there with her when she had been hit? John tried to scan his brain to figure out if there had been another victim but all he could come up with was blanks. When he got into the ambulance with her, she was alone, and there was no one else. So was this Doctor just mistaken?

"They?" he managed to somehow choke out, wanting answers desperately but not knowing if he had the voice to even ask them at a time like this."

"Yes, your girlfriend, as you stated and also the ten week old fetus that she was carrying. It was lucky for her she got here as quick as she did, otherwise it could have turned out horribly for the child. When she heals more, the baby should be just fine, no residual effects."

A baby? Trish had been carrying a baby? As he did the mental math in his head he realized that the last time he had slept with her it had been fast and unprotected, but that had been months ago. Or was it actually ten weeks earlier? Was it really a possibility that she was in there and she had fought for not only her life but that of their babies as well?

"Are you sure she was pregnant?" he knew it was stupid to ask but this whole thing seemed too surreal for words. He had to make sure he knew it all.

"Yes, and when the drug wears off, I suspect that the two of you have a lot of explaining to do. Now if you don't mind with her doing so well I am going to make my rounds. Oh and John, congratulations."

As the doctor walked away, the reality hit him. When she had been at dinner, she had told him he had to work on making her come back to him, and making her heal the pain he had made her feel. He now knew how to do that, and with a little help and a little time he was going to do it. He was going to make Trish Stratus love him again. Really love him, and if he didn't, well he was going to do one hell of a bang up job trying.

"Joanie, I am going to get out of here, I have a few things to do. Is it possible that you could keep me posted on how she is doing?" he knew it was going to throw Joanie off, what he was asking her to do here, but if he wanted to make Trish's dream come true he was going to need the time, and with the way he felt, the tired feeling rolling over him, he also knew he was going to need the stamina.

"John what the hell are you talking about? You are going to bail on her now? She is in recovery and I am sure she is going to want to see you more then the rest of us."

"Joanie seriously, she is going to need this more. I need to do this. Please just help me out here would you? You did it once, have a little faith in me again."

"Yeah fine, just do what you have to and get your ass back here. I do not want to be the one to tell her that in her hardest moment you bailed on her."

"Thanks Joanie, you are a real friend." Giving her a kiss on her cheek fast and a little sloppy he headed for the elevator. If she wanted someone big, she was going to get it, come hell or high water.

When she opened her eyes, the first people she saw by her side were Joanie and Jeff. If there was ever two people she wanted to see at a time like this it was them. The feeling that lingered in the pit pf her stomach also told her that she would have loved to see one more person as well.

Maybe he just wasn't ready to make his love for her known. Or maybe after hearing her at the restaurant, he had given up hope. However you looked at it, John hadn't come to her side this time.

"Hey princess, I wondered when you would wake up from your slumber." Jeff said gently, obviously not wanting to be too loud and upset her. The smile he gave her was genuine and she wanted nothing more then to return it.

"Not the best I have ever looked I bet." she choked out, letting a smile finally grace her dry lips. She felt like a mac truck had smacked into her full speed, and that feeling suddenly made her remember what had happened.

"Oh my God, the baby!" she gasped, trying to come to terms with what she was about to hear from her closest friends.

"Is just fine Hun, the doctor told us all earlier. The two of you wanted to give us quite a scare that's for sure, but you all came out of it fine."

"Are you serious?"

"Yes Trish, the baby is fine and from the looks of it, although you are a little bruised and beaten, you look as pretty as you always do." Jeff said, rubbing her hair wanting to calm her fears and make her able to rest comfortably. From the looks of it she needed it.

"Thank God. Guys, if you don't mind I have this huge urge to close my eyes and sleep for another few years. Could you come back a little later?" she said, letting her eyes close around her, and inviting the dark inside the room again.

As Joanie and Jeff got up from where they sat, the touched her and said their goodbyes and that they understood. As Jeff left the room, Trish opened her eyes and took a look at Joanie.

"He didn't even bother to show up did he?"

"He was here the whole time. It seems after he learned you were having his baby, he knew he had something he needed to do. Don't worry babe, he is doing it all for you. Sleep, and when you wake again, I will make sure you have all your dreams come true.