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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 all for your reviews on this story and the chapters as of late. As I have said previously, I enjoy writing this and I am glad there are people out there that enjoy reading it.

He had reached the hospital in record time, and as he raced down the halls to where Trish was being held he felt this dire urgency hit him in the pit of his stomach. He now knew something that quite possibly had caused the horrible accident. The fact that his father had in any way had a hand in it almost made him want to puke.

He had come here to tell Shawn, and hopefully talk him into coming with him to take care of Eric. He knew that Eric and Shawn had a colorful past, and now it seemed a better time then any to work on that angle and make the whole incident hit the fan.

He wasn't mad that his father had taken him down a few levels. He already knew the minute he attended Paul and Stephanie's wedding that it was written in stone for them to take over with the WWE. It was just nice to know he still had a hand in what came into this company in the future. If there was a better job out there other then running the whole operation, he couldn't think of one.

He hit the critical care unit with a small smile hanging around his mouth. He really had Eric by the balls now, and with Shawn's help it was only a short period of time before he paid for what he had put in motion.

As he walked into the room, he almost jumped with the shock. Shawn, who had been a staple by her side since the whole incident had happened, was no longer sitting in the chair watching over her. He couldn't explain but the feeling running through him at that moment was that anyone could have done anything to her in his absence.

He opened the door and went out, pulling an orderly aside to find out what had happened to Shawn.

"Do you know the man that was in here before?"

"Yes sir. I think everyone in this hospital knows who he was. He is none other then Shawn Michaels of the WWE. Why do you ask?"

Shane rolled his eyes at the idea that the orderly thought he was the one that was telling him who Shawn Michaels was, and not the other way around. He felt like telling him so but time was of the essence and he needed to get to Shawn as soon as he could.

"No, I know who he was; I just wanted to know if you knew where he went?"

"He left here about an hour ago and told the people at the front desk to make sure no one even came close to that room that wasn't him or another man, Shane something or another."

"I am that Shane something or another. He didn't tell you where he was going at all though?"

"Just something about having to get in touch with someone regarding Trish, and that he would be back as soon as he could."

Shane thanked the orderly and walked away. What the hell could be so important that Shawn, in all his craziness had walked away from Trish's bed to go deal with it? Ever since he had found out that Trish had been the one that had been taken out, Shawn had done nothing but stay by her side. What about Trish could be so important that he would leave her alone and vulnerable?

Not knowing where he had gone, he walked back into the room and sat down in the chair that not that long ago Shawn had practically lived in. If he was going to be gone for awhile, the only thing he could do now was wait.

"Yeah come on in, I'm decent." Mark yelled through the door of the locker room. The night hadn't even begun yet and people were already bothering him. Before he had a chance to say anything else though, Shawn Michaels walked in, looking like he hadn't slept in days.

"Man what the hell happened to you? Where the hell you been?"

"I've been with Trish at the hospital and yes I know I look like hell but at this point I have nowhere else to turn."

"Well what can I do for you?"

"You were all about the dark and the mythical stuff a few years back weren't you? I mean before you became the American Bad Ass and then went back to your old style of dress."

"If you are asking if I know anything about the metaphysical then you came to the right place. Why are you asking about that now though? It has been a hell of a long time since I was practicing any of it. That was before I even found Sarah."

"Do you know how to use dreams to get to someone?"

Mark leaned back against the wall as Shawn spoke, obviously not wanting to be there but not having anywhere else to go to ask about this. It was obvious that he was pained by the whole accident, and knowing what he now had with Sarah, he had to wonder if that was what Shawn was feeling for the ailing Trish.

"You mind telling me what this is about? Why do you want to know about all of this now man?"

"Trish, well it is like we are together in some dream life she is living in her coma. I don't know any of the actual things we are doing but I get these feelings when I am sitting with her. I can feel emotions that I haven't felt since Rebecca. I feel like we have been as close as two people can get, and I don't remember any of it. I feel like we are together in this alternate reality. Everyone else is blowing it off to no sleep, but Mark I am telling you straight out, I know what I am feeling."

Mark took a breath and took that moment in time to have a seat. Shawn had just laid a lot of stuff on him, things he hadn't heard in over ten years.

"So do you think I am losing my mind too?"

"On the contrary man, I think you are completely sane. I have never actually had anything like that myself, but I know that if there is a large enough connection between two people, it travels through more then just this life. I believe you man. The thing I need to figure out is what to tell you to do. I think I have a good enough idea though."

"What is it? At this point, I would do anything just to understand what is going on here."

"Keep tomorrow night free. I will come out after the show, get some sleep and then meet you at the hospital tomorrow night. We are going to put you under and see if you can't join her wherever she is. It might actually help bring her back from whatever and wherever she is."

Nodding his head, and then taking Mark's hand in thanks, he headed back out of the hotel room. He found it ironic that Smack Down was going down in the same city tonight as Trish's accident two months prior. If anything else he now had answers. He was going to do whatever it took to join Trish wherever she was. He felt it was the only way for him to ever feel completely at peace again.