PART 29
Randy stood frozen before a door, the door the to the locker room of a man with whom he desperately needed to speak. He only wished he wasn't so nervous. He raised his hand in the air, poised to knock, but his arm remained steady. Taking a deep breath, he shook his head, minding himself that he had to do this, for her sake. He knocked firmly and then took a step back, waiting for the door to be answered. A moment later, the door swung open, and Randy was met with a pair of questioning green eyes.
"Can I help you?" the man asked, crossing his muscled arms over his chest as he leaned against the frame of the doorway, sending the younger man an odd gaze. It wasn't everyday that Randy Orton came knocking on his door.
"Yes, Adam, you can," he spoke steadily, cautiously eyeing the lanky Canadian. "In fact, you might just be the *only* person who can."
Adam's once doubtful gaze grew curious, and he took a step back, allowing Randy entrance to the room. Orton graciously accepted the visual invitation and made his way inside, gesturing for Adam to close the door.
"Okay, what's up?" Adam questioned as the door clicked shut.
He was very anxious to hear what Orton had to say. The two men hadn't so much as uttered a hello to each other in over a month... he could only imagine why he'd need his help. Taking a few steps into the room, he sat down on one of the couches, sending Randy an expectant gaze.
"Well, this thing I need you're help with, it's about Trish..." he began, and upon seeing the suspicious gaze arising from Adam, quickly finished with, "but it's not in the way you think!"
Adam laughed a bit at the young man's at the young man's naivety. He found it funny that Randy could know what he was thinking, when in reality, there were a number of reasons floating through his mind. Though he wasn't particularly interested in hearing a sob story about how much Randy loved Trish, and wanted her back, or how he wanted Adam's help in doing so, he gave him the benefit of the doubt.
"Alright," he nodded, resting back in his seat. "What is it then?"
"I... I need you to talk to Trish about something... for me," he requested, his blue eyes glancing pleadingly in the other man's direction.
Adam snorted at Randy's request, jumping up from his seat. He approached Orton dangerously as he brought himself nose to nose with him. He should have know the little bastard would want him to have him talk to Trish for him. After being spoiled by Flair and Levesque, the kid couldn't fight his own battles. He didn't have to when he'd had the Evolution monkeys around to do everything for him.
"I'd love to Randy, *but*," he replied, his eyes locking with Randy's blue ones, "I'm afraid I have better things to do than tell Trish how sorry you are and how much you want her back. I'm no one's messenger, especially not yours." Randy frowned deeply, shaking his head.
"No, no! It's not like that, I promise! It's just... well, I think Trish may be in danger, and to tell you the truth, I'm scared she won't listen to me about it. I was hoping you could have a talk with her, warn her or something, before she gets hurt."
Adam raised an eyebrow, Randy's statement grabbing his attention. If Trish was truly in danger, he wanted to know about it. He needed to know how and why... and there was no doubt in his mind that the 'who' endangering the blonde diva was Paul Levesque. He took a step back, his gaze still locked on Randy, but softening considerably.
"Okay, okay, I'm listening. What's going on?" he asked, a gleam of concern flashing through his eyes.
Taking a deep breath, Randy carefully began his story. He explained how he had been passing through the hallway, on his way to visit Stephanie McMahon, when he'd overheard the end of the conversation being held in the locker room between Trish and, of all people, Paul Levesque. He gave Adam some details of their discussion, specifically Paul's request for Trish to go to his hotel room later that night. After Paul exited, Randy had immediately rushed to Stephanie McMahon, telling her the whole story and asking for advice.
"She suggested I come talk to you. I guess she figured since you're Trish's best friend, you'd have the best luck talking her out of it," he concluded, exhaling heavily.
Adam nodded, a sigh emitting from the Canadian as he thought about Randy's story. He hoped that Trish wouldn't be stupid enough to listen to Paul and go see him, for whatever his reasoning was. But Trish had hardly been herself lately...
"Will you talk to her, please?" Randy requested again. When Adam saw the concern, the genuine worry in his eyes, he had to nod. He gestured to the door and walked over to it, sighing quietly.
"We're far from friends, Orton, but I'll do it. It's for Trish's best interest. I'll go see her right away."
* * * *
Trish sighed as she strolled down the empty hall. A plethora of thoughts drifted through her mind, but out of all of them, the conversation she had a few hours earlier with Adam stood out. She wasn't sure how he'd found out about it, as he never said who told him... just that he'd been informed. She shouldn't have been surprised, though... he had a way of finding everything out anyway.
"Trish, I know you're not even thinking about going to see Paul," he said, his green eyes full of concern. Trish shrugged casually, turning to face him.
"I know it's probably not the brightest thing to do, but I'm running out of options, Adam. I know Randy and I have similar feelings towards one another, but I don't want him back unless Paul is off his ass for good. Besides, he may not want that much from me anyway," she reasoned, earning an incredulous stare from Adam.
"Trish, are you insane?!" he cried, his jaw dropping a bit. "This is Paul Levesque we're talking about here! The man is a sadistic, psychotic freak! God only knows what he wants from you. You can not go there," he demanded, his tone a bit reprimanding.
"Look, maybe I've lost my mind, but I really think I need to do this," she explained.
"Bullshit," Adam retorted. "What you need to do is remember just how dangerous Paul is, and remember how he feels about you. Do you really want to be alone in a room with a man who absolutely abhors you?"
Trish frowned, taking his comment into consideration. She really had gone off the deep end if she thought she could trust Levesque at all, let alone being by herself in a room with him. Adam mistook the thoughtful glance on her face as one of hurt, and his gaze softened. He reached out to her, cupping his hand under her chin and tilting her head up to his.
"If you have to go, please, let me come with you," he begged. Trish sighed, biting her lip before placing her hand on his wrist.
"I guess I don't have to go..."
She knew he was only trying to look out for her, as he always had. Adam had her best interest in mind when he told her not to go. It was too big of a risk, there were far too many chances of her getting hurt....
Unfortunately, that wasn't enough to stop her.
She hated sneaking behind her friend's back, and she hated lying to him ever more, but she had to. She had no other options. She *had* to get Paul off Randy's back, for hers *and* his sake. And, unfortunately, there was no alternative way of doing so. Taking a slow, steady breath, Trish paused before the door marked with the number she had gotten at the front desk. Shaking her head to rid her mind of all her thoughts, Trish put on a brave face, courageously preparing herself for the task at hand.
"Alright Paul... lets see what you want."