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 so into this story that the fact that no one reviewed on the last chapter isn't stopping me from writing and posting this one! I do thank all of you that will review the last one before I post this one, and for the people that do read and review this one. Knowing that some of you have added me to the author alert and the favorite authors on the site is very sweet and it means a lot. I hope I can continue writing stories such as this one that bring out the best in everyone.

He sat at the bedside, his eyes locked onto Trish's, not wanting to let go for dear life. He had learned so much in the short time she had been in the hospital. He had learned that what he had with his ex wife wasn't anything but a fantasy that produced the best little boy and girl in the world, and he also learned what real love is. The one thing that she had taught him without her knowledge was that he was capable of being loved too, and loved right.

He rolled his eyes, trying to compress all of the information he had taken in on her condition in the last hour and a half. She was closer to death this time then she had been before, and they couldn't rely on her to come back to them this time. He scanned the room with his eyes, looking at all the wires hooked to her, trying to make her hold on to the life she still needed to live.

"This just can't be your time Trish. You need to come back to me so I can finally tell you how I feel. If you leave me, nothing will have the same meaning."

He knew she wouldn't hear what he was saying, she was pretty much dead to the world. The minute he thought it, he wanted to banish it from his mind. The last thing he needed to be doing was thinking she was dead. If he gave up on her like so many other people had, then who would she be able to fight to live for?

The door opened then, causing Shawn to break away from his thoughts, and turn around to face the visitor. Upon seeing who it was he turned back again to Trish. He didn't want to talk to him at all right now, and Shawn knew he had taken a huge chance coming here.

"Shawn, how is she doing?"

"She is hanging on to life by a thread. How do you think she is doing Paul? Isn't this what was supposed to happen for you?"

"I know what you think man, but what Stephanie did had nothing to do with me. Shane called me to his office and filled me in a little over an hour ago. I had nothing to do with this man, if you knew me, you would know that."

Shawn listened to his words, twisting his hands tightly together, not wanting to believe in anything anymore. He had just gone through hell to bring her back and now he had to sit and wait and hope she lived again. If Paul didn't have something to do with that, being married to the person that had it happen, he didn't know who did. He was so angry and he had nowhere to put it. Except the one place he felt was deserving of it.

"You married her, and you knew how much their family fights over whom take over. You had to have seen this coming a mile away Paul? If you didn't know about it, then why are you the one she made sure she signed everything over too?"

Paul was silent then, not knowing what he could say to his best friend to make him understand that he hadn't married Stephanie for the company, like so many people thought. He had really and truly loved her. He never thought she would do something like this, not to someone that obviously meant the world to him.

"You are right about one thing Shawn. They do fight about that damn company all the time, but I don't get into it with them. When I signed on to the WWE, I did it because I did it for the love of the sport, just like you did. I never did like the politics, and now, seeing where it got Trish, I can see why. I'm sorry man."

Shawn softened at that moment, allowing the slightest tear to fall from his eye and rolls down his cheek in slow motion. He turned to Paul then, knowing that of all the people in the world they had been best friends for life, as stated in the Kliq they went by so many years ago. He had held up his end of the bargain and he knew that Paul had too, even though he married the boss.

"I know man, I just don't know who to blame here. I can't get my hands on your wife otherwise I go to jail even though I am sure a lot of people want me too. You didn't have a damn thing to do with it. I don't know where to place all this anger."

Paul walked to his friend, and leaned down to hold onto Trish's hand, best friends together, brothers united, if only for a little while.

"Leave it at the door Shawn. I know you want to beat someone up and make them pay for doing this to your--whatever she is, but you cant right now. The law has to be the one to do that. I'm the first one that wants to strangle Stephanie for lying to me and hurting you and Trish, but I can't."

"So what the hell are you going to do then?"

"File for divorce, start doing what you did with Rebecca when she left you and took the children, and then leave the rest of it at the door."

Shawn went silent then, turning away from his friend and looking at the bed where she lay, just as beautiful and peaceful as ever. He had so many emotions he had to get out running through him, but he was only sure of one thing he needed to say.

"I love her Paul."

"Then don't give up man. Fight for her."

The phone rang in the shrill darkness of the house, rousing her from a sweet nights sleep. The body beside her didn't move, not even a twitch. She pushed her eyes to open, wondering who could be calling her at this hour. She tensed wondering if something serious had happened to someone she cared about, or God forbid, something happened to Shawn. She might not know how she felt anymore, but she knew her children, and they needed their daddy.

"Hello?"

"Rebecca Michaels?"

"It isn't Michaels anymore, but yeah this is Rebecca, who the hell are you?"

"I am just someone looking out for your husband. Listen to me, you need to get to Desert Care Facility in Casa Grande, Arizona and you need to do it quick. If you care about him at all you will be there on the next flight."

"Who the hell—

The caller hung up then, not allowing her to ask anymore questions. All she had to go by that the voice was a female, obviously having been a friend of Shawn's and letting her know that he was in some kind of trouble. She slid from the bed then, quietly grabbing a bag and throwing her things into it. Her children were with her parents and they were fine for a few days. Knowing everything was taken care of; she slipped from the bedroom, and out of the apartment, into the darkness and what was awaiting her in Arizona.