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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: I had been thinking of ways to take this story and take it to the next level, and well I think I figured it out, so I am going to share it with you in this chapter. It seemed like the way to go, and I hope that from what happens you pull one thing from it, like it or not, I want you to pull the emotionality from it. Thank you for the support and I hope I can keep delivering the chapters you deserve.

"Where are we Shawn? I don't think I have ever been here before. Have I?" Trish asked as they walked up to this three floored mansion like house. The garden had been looked after, and even though they were in the middle of the winter, it looked like the flowers were still being taken care of. This house looked like one of the ones in the magazines.

"You haven't. It wouldn't have been appropriate I think."

"What do you mean by that Shawn? What is this place and what does it have to do with me?"

Shawn thought about his answer for a second, realizing that it really had nothing to do with her, and it was all about him. He needed her here with him right now; he couldn't come back here alone.

"It has nothing to do with you and making you gain back your memory. This is all about me I'm afraid. I was being pulled to come here."

"Pulled why?" she asked, running her arms across his broad shoulders, letting him know that she was here, and she was listening.

"I lived here when I was married. I had my first son here. I haven't been here since the divorce."

"Then why did you come back now?"

"I guess part of me wanted to bring you here."

Trish tried to read what he was saying and couldn't figure out a meaning behind any of it. He looked like it pained him to be here, and the last thing she wanted to see written on his face was pain. After the kiss they had shared, all she wanted to do was learn more about him and get as close as possible.

"Why is that Shawn? Why would you want to bring me to a house you haven't been too in a year and that you have a lot of painful memories in?"

"I can't explain it Trish, I just needed to bring you here and let whatever happens happen. Will you come inside with me?"

She took his hand gently and nodded her head, allowing him to lead her into the house two steps behind him. When she entered the house she was taken aback. She had never seen something so cold and unlived in before. She couldn't believe that he had made his life here.

Knowing Shawn the way she had, knowing how much energy and life he had flowing through him, she would never have seen him living here.

"This is where you lived?" she choked out; still numb from the feeling she pulled off the house upon entry.

"Yes, I have to tell you though; it hasn't been the happiest home I have ever been in. I guess I was always hoping that if I ever met another woman I loved that much we could make this house full of better memories."

Trish blushed as he looked at her, and wondered at that moment if she was the woman he wanted to create all the new memories with. Was she the woman now that he would really love? Did Shawn Michaels really love her?

"You look so beautiful when you blush; it makes your cheeks come out a little more like a chipmunk. I don't think I have ever seen someone look that pretty naturally before."

Before she had a chance to respond to what he had said he was beside her, in lightning speed and he immediately put her questions to an end with the answers she admittedly wanted to hear.

"I don't know what is happening here Trish. I was sent here to help you and make you come back to life knowing who you are and that people loved you, but I think its not just about you anymore. I think something wants us to take this journey together."

"What is the next step in this journey of yours then?" she whispered as his lips came just inches from hers. The heat from just that single moment sent shivers down her spine. She had never felt anything this powerful in her life.

"This." He said, almost in a whisper, taking her cheeks into his hands, gently caressing them before slipping in and kissing her, gently at first, and then slowly feeling his tongue around, letting it match with hers. Within seconds as they kissed, she moved her arms up around his neck allowing him to pick her up.

"What are you doing?" Trish asked breathlessly, wondering what he had running through his head at that moment. The kiss had literally felt more amazing then anything ever before and she couldn't wait for what he had planned next.

"I am taking you on a walk to remember."

Holding her tight enough as not to drop her, he carried her up the winding stair case, and down the hall slowly to the bedroom. As he walked her along, she noticed the most beautiful flowers lined all along the bed and the candles glowing in the darkness, but giving them light to see each other.

He rested her down on the bed, whispering for her to enjoy herself and he lay on top of her, kissing her neck, and letting her just relish in the feeling of sensuality that was running through her at that moment.

"I want to make love to you Trish. Will you let me?"

With a nod of her head, they continued to touch each other, and just learn what it felt to be touched by the other one, with the end result being the love making atop the flowers.

The last sound in the night ahead of them was the whispered profession that rocked his entire body, mind and heart.

"I don't ever want to wake up from this dream."

He looked at her lying in the bed, and silently wished she was able to wake up. He had so much he needed to say, and it felt wrong to be saying it to her when there was a chance that she couldn't even hear him.

He took her hand into his and immediately he felt all the emotion of the last few weeks pour out of him onto the bed. There was so much he wanted to do for her, he wanted to show her the world, but most of all he wanted to show her how much she meant to him. How much he loved her.

"Why can't you just come back to me? Why can't you wake up and hear me?"

He could hear her breathing; it was slightly heavier then usual, like she was lost in a dream. He silently hoped it was a good one. He opened his eyes and took one last lingering look at her sleeping. Even in this state she was an angel. He knew it was time.

As he began to speak, he heard a sound, and realized she had spoken to him again. Sitting up straight in the chair and grasping her hand tightly, he bent closer to her face.

"What is it Trish, what are you trying to tell me?"

"I love you Shawn."