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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 just have to make sure you all know I am thankful for the reviews. This story will be taking a different turn in this chapter; I hope all of you are ready for it. It is nowhere near the end though, just so you don't think this is the end.

It was a few hours later and Shawn was feeling the after affects of being in a coma like state. He laid in the hospital bed, with the nurse on his right checking his pulse, the doctor on the left checking in with Mark to make sure it had gone as planned with the desired results. As he lay in the bed, he listened to the end of the conversation.

"Mr. Calloway I usually frown on any procedure that isn't medical in nature but from what you told me and what I have taken from my time spent with Ms. Stratus, I think there may be something here. I have to be honest, in my line of work, this kind of connection never happens."

"Well we aren't your ordinary kind of people are we doctor?" Mark said, throwing him a trademark grin, but he used it also as a warning to keep the dogs away from Shawn and Trish. There weren't going to be any experiments happening to his friends, not on his watch.

Shawn slid his eyes open into a slit and watched the doctor shake hands with Mark and then head out the door. Shawn took that as his cue to let Mark know that he had come out of it just fine.

"How long have you been sitting there listening to us?" Mark asked the air, knowing Shawn was awake but not wanting to bust his balls for eavesdropping.

"For about five minutes. I feel like I was on a bender and I haven't had one of those, at least not a good one in about five years."

Mark laughed and took the seat beside his friend. He didn't know how much Shawn remembered about what he had done while he was out but he did want to talk to him about it.

"What do you remember man?"

"I remember walking right into my own body and talking to her. I can't explain it, but I got there, and I walked right into myself. She has been with me since she has been in the coma."

"You knew that already though didn't you?"

"Yeah but to be honest with you, the whole thing is creeping me out. I haven't dealt with anything like this in well ever and I don't want to deal with it now. I care about Mark, I even think I love her, but how can I be the one thing that is keeping her breathing right now?"

"Maybe because she loves you as much as you do her silly. Didn't you ever think you would find a woman again after Rebecca?"

Shawn shook his head and looked down at his hands, not wanting to make eye contact. He never liked talking about his failed marriage, the one shot he thought he had at having a future. He had a son to show for it, but he didn't have a wife, not anymore. It wasn't the easiest thing in the world for him to talk about.

"Better questions for me to ask here is do you still love Rebecca? Is being in love with your ex wife the reason you aren't willing to accept what is happening between you and Trish?"

"What exactly is happening between us? I mean I am not there with her, at least not like I was earlier, so what do we share? Let's say for a minute she comes out of the coma and I tell her that I love her, to her face in real time. What happens when she doesn't remember any of it and I scare her away?"

Mark bent over the bed and looked into his friends eyes. He was running away from the real issue at hand and if Mark knew anything about the past and he thought he did, and then he knew that Shawn was pulling away because of what had happened with Rebecca.

"You didn't answer my question now did you?"

"No I guess I didn't. Look I made a real mess with Rebecca alright? I am the first one to admit that. She used me for what she needed me for and then got mad when I went back to the ring. I am over that part of it. But what is stopping me from doing the same damn thing over again? Not only with Trish but with anyone I date in the future. I just don't know if I can handle any more abuse that way."

Mark stood from the bed and walked towards the door, preparing to go back to his life and his family and go on from that moment. But he wasn't going to do anything without giving Shawn one last piece of advice.

"Don't tell me that man, when the time comes, tell Trish."

Trish felt the weirdest feeling pulling at her stomach as Shawn sat leaned down on one knee waiting for her answer. She knew what was happening of course, but she didn't know how to tell him that she couldn't marry him because she was being pulled back to life.

"So what do you say Trish? Will you do me the honor of marrying me and spending the rest of your life with me?" he asked looking up at her and noticing her discomfort at the question. He noticed her forehead was creased and she looked like she was about to throw up. A feeling he didn't like sparking in her.

"I can't marry you Shawn."

"It is too much for you to fast huh? I should have known it wouldn't work out the way I hoped."

He stood to his feet and turned his back to her. He didn't want her to see him even attempt to cry. When he had been with Rebecca, he had put his heart and soul into the relationship and they had produced the most beautiful baby boy from it. It had been enough for him; it just hadn't been for her. He thought Trish would have been different, but apparently again he had been wrong in the ways of his heart.

"It isn't what you think Shawn. I don't know how to make you see, I don't have much time. I am being pulled back as we speak. I want to stay; I don't want to leave you, not like this anyway. Please understand Shawn. I love you."

He turned around, prepared to answer her, now knowing that she loved him and did want to spend the rest of her life with him, but as soon as he turned around she had faded away, to become a distant memory in his mind and in his heart.

At the same moment Shawn had turned around, the machines in Trish's hospital room started beeping, something they hadn't done in weeks, months even. In the darkness of the room, while no one was there to watch, Trish moved her hands, and grasped the bed.

Pushing slowly with her hands, she lifted herself up to a sitting position, her dry mouth now posing more of a problem then anything else. As she opened her eyes, she realized she was more alive now then she had ever been in her life.