Disclaimer: I do not own any rights to any superstars in the WWE and anything placed in this story that relates to real life, is completely coincidental.

Summary: Trish survives a horrible car crash only to end up in a coma. But while she is in the coma she experiences the greatest love story with the most unlikely man.

Distribution: This is for a Original Character story I am writing offline but thought it would also work for fan fiction. If you want to post it anywhere please ask permission. I am an equal opportunity writer.

A/N: Again, looking at the amount of interest for this story shocks me, so again, thank you all for taking the time on your weekend to read it. I am glad you like it.

They had been walking along the shore, watching the birds flying above them, the clouds slow moving as they got closer to the sun but no words had yet to be spoken. She had numerous questions she wanted to ask, like why did he call her Trish? Who was he, and what exactly had happened to her and why couldn't she remember it.

"You don't know me? He asked, reading her mind and all of the questions running through it at that moment.

"I don't even know myself. You said you wanted to take me and show me life, but what life exactly? How do you fit in?"

"I am, or I was someone you worked with." he replied before their nice walk on the beach took a new turn and they were now standing inside an arena as people were wrestling. "This is your life Trish."

"How do you know my name like that?"

"I told you, I knew you, we were close. Well you were close to everyone, but we had a bond that no one could touch."

She thought about it, feeling her mind tense at the idea that she might never remember what was going on with her. She didn't remember this person and it was like he was a stranger. The only thing that felt normal was the fact that she felt comfortable and not afraid. Like her body knew something her mind could not comprehend.

"Can you tell me about myself?" she asked, almost afraid what she was about to find out.

"Your name is Patricia Stratigias, but you mostly go by Trish Stratus these days. You have sisters and parents who love you. You were born and raised in Toronto Ontario Canada. You are the Women's Champion or were at the time of your accident in the WWE and you loved your life. You had no reason to die."

"Is that what you are doing here? Showing me my life because I am as good as dead?"

"You're very much alive. I am very much alive, we can just do more in this realm then we could in the human one."

She couldn't believe what she was hearing. She had a family that was worried about her no doubt, spending every day by her side, and instead of waking up and going on with her life, she was in this limbo with him, whom she still had no idea about."

"Tell me who you are, and what our relationship was. Did we date, did we do more then date, did we ever sleep together? I need to know everything."

"Everything will be explained in due time. Why don't I show you all of the things your missing right now?"

"Fine but please if you can't tell me anything else, just tell me who you are."

"Trish, my name is Shawn. Shawn Michaels."

Present Time

"Mr. McMahon, I didn't expect to see you this soon. What can I do for you today sir?" the doctor asked as Shane was allowed access to the break room by one of the orderlies.

"I need some questions answered before I even think about taking her off the life support. I was wondering that since you were on a break that you could do it for me."

"I will answer anything I can related to my patients condition that will put your mind at ease, but anything not regarding this I cannot answer. Patient Privileges you understand?"

"Of course."

"Well then what can I tell you sir?"

Shane thought about what he was about to ask and wondered if this might be better asked by someone in a uniform. He didn't want to go digging but since he knew something was off, he needed to know all of it before he made his decision.

"You said that she had four times the legal limit in her system when she was airlifted in here that night right?"

"Yes, it was a wonder she hadn't just died from that alone. I know you have made me aware that she wasn't a drinker and even socially wouldn't partake. I also know from your proof that she had left the arena and was on the way to her next show, giving her no time to really stop and get that wasted."

"Then if you know that then how do we explain what has happened here then?" Shane asked, scared to find out what the answer would be.

"I think that someone drugged her Shane, and they wanted it to seem like she was drunk, some drugs can do that you see. They can make tests fail in the wrong ways."

"So you're telling me that someone set out to kill her that night in that car?"

"I cannot say anything for sure until I run some tests which I had planned for later today. The only thing I can tell you is I think something is really wrong with what is going on with her. She should be out of the coma by now. The fact that she's not, leads me to believe someone didn't want her out of it."

Shane stood in shock, not believing what he was hearing from the doctor in charge of caring for Trish. He had thought something was off with the test results showing alcohol in a system that didn't drink, but now that the doctor was wary he couldn't help but be too.

"Who would want something so cruel?"

"That Shane, is something I have been asking myself since she became my patient. I hope you can do better with the answer."