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 think this story is moving along smoothly and not leaving too many questions in its wake. I am proud to see something that was so close to my heart (my own love story) get such good recognition on this site as a romantic wrestling story. It seems I couldn't have picked any other two characters that could do this better then Shawn and Trish. Thank you again for the support and I hope you continue to like the story as I move on.

"You love me?" she choked out, not sure what it sounded like but knew what the words were doing to her brain. It was as if all life had gone and left her and the only thing she knew what those words he said.

"I wouldn't have even attempted to make love to you if I hadn't. I was sent to you, through my belief in the higher power as you said, and now that I have accomplished what I set out to do, I find that I can't say anything else but that. My job is done, and although life may turn out pretty horribly from now on, that is the one thing that isn't."

She didn't have a clue what to do. She remembered her life, the men she had been with in the past, those she had thought she loved, none of which had come through space and time to save her. No one had ever talked to her the way Shawn did, no one poured out their soul no matter the cost like him and she was stunned.

"You told me once when we were making love that you didn't want to wake up. Is that still true? Do you not want to go back to your life?"

He hadn't wanted to ask it, but if he was going to know where she stood on what he had just told her, it was the question to ask.

"You told me I had to fight. I know you said that when I come out of this coma I am going to forget what happened here, but I don't think I will. I did tell you I didn't want to wake up, because this was one hell of a dream, but now, if there is a chance I can have you on the other side like I have here, I have to try. Don't you think?"

"Yes, I just have no guarantees on what will happen when you awaken. Something was thrown into motion when you had your accident and someone wanted you out of the way. I have no idea why, but they did and life can get pretty hard after something like that."

"You are afraid for me aren't you? You know something might happen when I finally do wake up from this coma and you are trying to warn me on it, but at the same time let me know that you are scared."

No single person had ever picked him apart like this before and he had to admit to himself that she was right on with everything. He was scared. He hadn't known for sure how ugly the world was but then when it had touched her, an angel in her own right; he knew the world was going to hell. He didn't want her to go back only to be taken out again.

"Yeah I am scared. Aren't we all?"

"I would think so in a situation like this anyway. I am going to be fine Shawn. I mean you will be there with me won't you?"

"I don't know if I can."

"So when I leave, we may never share what we have again? Is that what you are trying to tell me?"

Shawn brushed her hair away from her eyes and looked into them intently. He had to do his best not to let her backpedal on her recovery. She was destined to wake up and go on with her life, no matter what he felt. Knowing that now, he had to make her see that they had to enjoy their time together.

"I am not trying to tell you anything Trish. I am just worried and what we shared can never be repeated with anyone else. I hope that I can be the man you need when you go back to your life, but if I can't be, I want you to be aware that I love you and we always have this time, right now."

"So what exactly are you going to do to me man?" Shawn asked, as Mark and he walked the hall towards the empty hospital room they had secured for the job at present.

Mark smiled and looked at his friend. It was obvious that he wanted to do this, but that he had no idea what it was going to entail.

"I am going to put you in heavy sedation, you know worse then the kind the doctors use when they want to pick your brain. I am going to put you in a mild hypnotic state, much like that of Trish, and then see what I can pick out of you from it. You may not join her, but we should be able to figure out exactly why you are feeling the things you are."

"That's all I want, other then her coming out of the coma. I want to know what is going on with her inside her head and the only way I can think to do that is to join her, or at least be on the outside looking in if you know what I mean."

"Well then I am going to do the best I can here alright? So why don't you get on the bed and get comfortable. The doctor is going to come in with the sedative and we are going to do what we can to take you to where she is."

"Thanks Mark, I know this is a long shot, and its also making you do something you haven't done in years but it means a lot that you took the time to do it."

"I don't care; I just hope it works, for the both of you."

About an hour or so later, the drug had been administered and after some testing it was proven that Shawn was in a replica of the state Trish was in now. Mark watched as the dream machine went off, signaling he was dreaming. Only in the WWE could something these crazies happen.

"Shawn can you hear me?" Mark asked taking Shawn's hand into his own, repeating what had been done the first time Trish had talked directly to Shawn.

After a few minutes of silence Mark gave up and broke the hold on his friend's hand. He had to admit he was a little worried that Shawn was under to far and what was happening was that his friend had been put into a life long coma as well, which was the last thing he wanted to hear.

He had all but given up hope when he heard Shawn whisper something. Something that had nothing to do with Mark and everything to do with the woman Shawn was going to the ends of the earth to save.

"Will you marry me?"

"I know you are worried about going back to life, going back to the pain and hurt, when everything is so beautiful here. I don't want you to leave, not when there is still something we haven't done."

Trish looked at him in surprise. She had gotten her memories back, the ones that were most important; she found the greatest love of her life, what else could possibly need to be done?

"What haven't we done Shawn?"

"We haven't gotten married."

"Are you kidding me?"

Shawn looked her in the eyes, more serious then he had ever been since arriving to help her. He had wanted to keep her with him until the end of time, and then some, but knowing he couldn't just made him want to do what he could now."

"I am deadly serious. Trish, you love me right?"

"You know I do Shawn."

"And I love you, so knowing that, and knowing we don't have much time left, what is the one thing in world you want to do?"

She was silent, unwilling to answer. Knowing that she wanted to marry him clear in her head but not knowing how to tell him she was on the same page. Somehow though, Shawn knew and he took her hand, bending down on one knee.

"Will you marry me?"