DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything or any one in this story. They all belong to Vince and well themselves. But if I could I would own them all and make them work 4 me in a circus and I would pay them in love and skittles since I have no money.

"Hey Trish, can I ask you something?" Dave Batista asked as he walked up behind her.

"Shoot." She was now icing her knuckles from her match.

"I cant do it here but you wanna get something to eat later?" Dave was practically begging her.

"Well actually I have plans this evening but how about you buy me breakfast." She and Dave had been friends since he entered the business and she knew better than to blow him off.

"Ok but I have to pick the girls up for 12 so I wont have too much time." David was recently divorced with two daughters ages 12 and 6. They were more important to him than his own life.

"Its not like were gonna do any thing to take more than an hour." She stated knowing that they were only friends and nothing more.

"Dave, come on were ready to go!" Ric yelled. Trish was almost waiting for the woo at the end of his sentence.

"Yeah, so I will call you in the morning, we can go get some decent food." Dave quickly walked off to meet the older man and left Trish wondering about what he had to tell her.

"Hey baby girl, did you catch my first on screen appearance?" John asked she had to look up to see his face; it was lit up like a Christmas tree but slowly contorted to show his concern.

"What?" she asked noticing the change in his facial expressions.

"Your hand seems a little bit swollen, you're limping a little on your right leg, and when I saw you walking backstage you had this mean face on like Randy when he's constipated. Are you okay?" He asked even though he knew the answer. She wasn't but her love for her job wouldn't let her leave or even take a break. She was on top of her career and she wouldn't stop for any thing.

"I'm cool, don't work your self into a panic yet." She had gone through the beginning of her career with people being extremely over protective of her, from Andrew to Stacy and then of course 'him'. 'He' was the worst of them all because she liked when 'he' fussed over her. It made her feel wanted, but never again she promised her self. Never again will she be dependent on a man to protect her, she just didn't need it.

"Cool, hey I got to go, the guys want to meet at this club to initiate me into their group. One question though."

"Yeah only one? I have tones." She laughed.

"Should I worry that they said every one brings their own bail money?" His face was again contorted Trish had to laugh.

"No as long as u don't drink from the black glass your safe." Trish watched John walk away but before she knew it he was standing in front of her again.

"What now?" She asked him thinking that he came back to make some sort of wisecrack. Instead he just kissed her. It wasn't a long, messy, 'I want more' kind of kiss. It was sweet and gentle and felt like feathers on her lips. When he pulled away she was still a little dazed but managed to get a few deep breaths and even a 'wow' before he left again.

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no body likes my story so I not gonna write any more. Unless I at least get one review. please