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 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 am writing this before the other one even got posted, so to anyone that reads chapter ten and reviews it after I have already written chapter eleven and on and on and on, then please be aware that I am very thankful, you and your reviews are what is going to make this story go the distance.

You want to take me where exactly?" she asked, a grin breaking through all over her face, one that she was trying to hide. She had never quite had a request like the one Shawn had just asked of her.

"I want to take you down to the laundry mat is what I said. Okay back up a second here, what is so darn funny about me wanting to do my laundry with you?"

She stopped giggling and looked at him straight in the eye, tempted to crack under the pressure again.

"I just thought it came out of left field is all. Do you bring all the girls you sleep with to the laundry mat the next day?"

Shawn crossed his arms in front of him and did he best mock angry face, but knew it wouldn't stick very long. She had gotten under his skin in a major way, and it seemed he wanted to do all of life's little issues with her. That was including the laundry.

"No miss thing, I don't bring every girl with me when I wash my underwear. I keep that little gem until I am with a girl that I like to be around. Not every woman in the United States has seen my underwear remember?"

"No, but I have to admit I haven't been asked to do laundry with someone other then my mother before, and I find it cute. It's also a good thing that not every woman has seen what's under those jeans."

Shawn grinned from ear to ear, and slyly slid over to where she was standing, wrapping his arms around her in a tight embrace.

"Is that an offer to get into my jeans Ms. Stratus?"

"Are you offering to let me?"

"Well I mean, no one has ever been down in there and I don't know what to do when you are." He said sweetly, mocking a young boy who hadn't yet had the pleasure of touching a woman. Trish noted that he seemed to do it with ease. He could be an actor anytime he wanted.

"Well then if you are willing to let me be your first, then I am willing to take it."

Pulling away from the embrace, she took him by the hand and in the heat of the moment headed back towards the bedroom. Once there, she pushed him gently back unto the bed and jumped on top of him.

"Just sit back and enjoy the ride Mr. Michaels."

"There has to be something here that would make someone want to take Trish out. I just cannot for the life of me figure out what that would be." Shane whispered to himself as he started going through the paperwork that was mounted all over Eric's desk. At this rate it would take hours to find what he was looking for.

Just when he thought he wouldn't find anything, a memo from his father jumped out at him from below the personnel files. Just the kind of memo that if put into the wrong hands would cause someone to have a little accident.

Eric,

Affective immediately there will be some changes in the way the WWE is being run. No longer in the position of Smack Down Manager, my daughter Stephanie McMahon will be in line to take over for me in the next five years. Shane of course has no idea and if he finds out from anyone other then me, there will be a termination. Shane in the scheme of things will be taken down a few notches and put in the role that Jim Ross has now vacated, which is that of President of Talent Relations. When I vacate my role as CEO of the WWE, I want you to be assured your job will stick, and you will remain with the company as long as you see fit. If this letter should be leaked out in any way shape or form before I make the announcement though, termination will be eminent.

Vince McMahon

Shane threw the letter down in anger. Just what the hell was his father thinking? He had assumed that as of late he was angry with Shane, and wanted to make Stephanie and her husband take over the reins, but to do it in this way was just beyond him.

He couldn't be sure but he had to admit that if there was anything that would have caused Trish's accident, then this letter would be the thing. If she had gotten a hold of this before anyone else had been told, and had even opened her mouth to him, she would have been good as dead. This had to be the thing that had put her into that coma.

Now all he needed to know was who would have wanted to do that? If it had been his father then he would have been told to fire her in advance. Shane didn't think his father could have set this in motion, which meant the only other person to blame had to be Eric.

Grabbing his jacket from the nearby chair, he raced out the door, not caring if anyone saw him, or what they would do if they did. All he cared about now was getting to Shawn and filling him in on what was going on and putting a stop to whatever else that Eric might have up his sleeve.

He jolted from the chair, not quite remembering where he was. As his eyes adjusted to the darkness, he remembered he was in the hospital room with Trish. Still holding her hand and waiting for any sign that she would be waking up.

He could shake the feeling though that he had just been somewhere else. At that house, the one where he had lived with his ex wife Rebecca. He hadn't been there in over a year, what would he be doing there now? He was sure he was there with someone, a woman, but he couldn't remember what they had been doing.

Something had been happening to him, and if no one else wanted to believe it, then it was up to him. He was connecting with Trish, he knew that. He knew that she was the woman he kept seeing in his home but not remembering upon awakening.

As he looked across the bed at her, he grasped her hand tightly and laid his head against it. He needed to know what was going on here, and why he was being chosen, and the only person that could even remotely give him answers was in a coma.

She loved him. She needed him. She believed in him. That was the reason that he was the one she was turning too, but how could he tell her how he felt when he couldn't be sure that she could even hear him through whatever she was dealing with on the other side.

"Trish, please come back to me. I don't know how much more of this I can take."

"I am with you."

That was the only word spoken that night, but it had a lasting affect on Shawn. He knew they were together somewhere, and he wanted to find out where so they could finally be together. Even if he had to breach the line of life and death to get it.