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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 an 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: Thank you everyone for the reviews on this story, I am truly enjoying that you are enjoying it. To those of you that reviewed that are new to my work, I thank you for giving it the time of day and while waiting for updates on this story; I suggest checking out some of my other work. For those of you that need some clarification, the normal writing will be the real world, and anything in italics will have to do with Trish. I hope this lessens confusion. Plus I hate doing the titles when the ideas are flowing. It stops my mind from working. Believe me people, it doesn't take much. LOL

"So what did you have in mind for me?" she asked the smile unable to be wiped off her face since he had kissed her again and asked her out.

"To tell you the truth Trish, with everything going on around you, and the worry and pain in the back of my mind, I really didn't think you would have said yes. I don't have a clue where to take a woman like you."

She giggled at hearing his conviction and not really knowing what kind of woman she was. For someone that had known her for as long as he said he had, he sure didn't have the slightest clue about what to do with a woman once he had her where he wanted her.

"What is so funny?"

"Just that you know me, but you don't know what to do with me."

"That's not exactly funny Trish."

I didn't say it was funny. Actually I giggled because it's cute." Knowing what he would say next she spoke again quickly. "What I meant to say is that I find it endearing. I know how you men hate to be called cute."

He smiled and took her hand in his, suddenly knowing exactly what he wanted to do with her. It had come to him instantly as soon as he saw her laugh and it was so basic he wouldn't have to worry about the barrier of this all being a comatose dream.

"Walk with me."

"Huh?"

"I said walk with me. I can't think of a better first date then that can you? I mean you don't remember much about yourself, I can help with that a little, and you know nothing of me, only my kissing technique. This was it can be like a first date and you can get to know the real me."

Trish almost felt like crying at the thought of something so simple. No one had ever done anything that small for her before, and even if they had it never would have meant as much as it did right that minute.

"I would like nothing more then to walk with you Shawn."

With a small smile, they left the place they were in and found themselves on a street in Toronto, one that by looking, she vaguely remembered. The street held her elementary school and her junior high, and the more she looked around her, she noticed the snow and how beautiful it all looked. She had never taken the time to just enjoy the life around her.

"Is Shawn Michaels your real name?"

"No, but it might as well have been. I have always been told that I was more of a Shawn then I was a Michael."

"Your real name is Michael?"

"My name is Michael Hickenbottom. I am sure by now that secret is out all over the world, and for once I don't care. But I have always been in my heart Shawn Michaels. It just took 18 years for it too come out of me."

"I'm not really Trish Stratus am I?"

"No, but you're pretty damn close. Your name is Patricia Stratigias. Does hearing me say it mean anything to you yet?"

"No, but I guess I want to be like you, happy to be who you are now."

Shawn pulled her to a stop as they were walking and brought his lips to hers again, just to remember what feeling them felt like. He had always wondered what it would be like to be with this woman, and now that he had a shot at doing it, and she was receptive, he never wanted to give it up.

The next question she had hit her from out of nowhere, and she couldn't explain why she wanted to know, but she just had a feeling it was something she had to ask.

"Are you a believer?"

"Why would you ask that?"

"I felt like it was something I had to ask you. I have no idea why I did but if you can believe it, I think you are a believer and that is somehow why you are here."

'I am a believer in the lord yes, but I don't like to plaster it too much. It helped me out when I needed it the most. When I was alone, and then again when I was married and had my son. Why do you think that has something to do with this?"

"You told me that you were here to save me and bring me back to life didn't you? You are my angel Shawn, and the reason you were chosen is because of your strong belief system. I might not believe it, but you do, and it makes you strong."

He had never quite thought of it that way but he was happy that she did. He had to be here helping her for a reason. It could have easily been her family, but something had made her choose him and he had to admit she could be right. It could be his spirituality.

He watched her sleeping in this cold white hospital bed, and he couldn't explain it but he had this feeling that he needed to be lying there with her. He needed to be wherever she was at that moment. He had been here every night since they took her off the life support and she was fighting in some way to keep alive. He only wished he could help her some way.

He hoped that wherever Shane was at that moment he was getting to the bottom of her accident. Someone had wanted this beautiful woman dead and for the life of him he would never know why or who.

"Trish, I know you probably can't hear me, but there are people out here that needs you. Your family was here for weeks but they had to get back to their life. I took time out from work to be with you. Please come back to us, we need you."

As if hearing what he was saying, but not opening her eyes, he saw her hand twitch, and the smallest breath escape from her throat. It had to have been some sort of a sign. He had a feeling she knew he was here and was trying to let him know not to give up.

"You can hear me can't you?" Again, as soon as the words came from his mouth, she twitched her hand.

"Why is it me Trish? Why is it me that you called for?"

As if it was scene out of a movie she moved her hand as close as she could to his, without waking from her eternal slumber. Within seconds they were holding hands, and at that moment of touch, he heard her say something as lightly as the rain falling in the dead of night.

"You believe."