AN: can you believe, I actually dished out a chapter back to back! I'm gonna give myself a tap on the back of you don't mind. LOL. I know it's getting kindy angst and believe you me, it's beyond difficult having to write these scenes with Randy and Gail so I'm gonna start making them as short as possible. LOL. Hope you guys enjoy and keep reviewing . I really do appreciate it.

I Disclaim

The moment his hotel room door closed behind her, the tears came full force. She quickly ran down the corridor of the hotel, desperately racking her brain for where she could go. She was pretty sure that Amy would still be downstairs in the lounge or there was a great possibility that they all decided to go out for a night out on the town. She decided to try her luck and try her hotel room. Right now, she wasn't looking for Amy to promise to beat Randy's ass, she just wanted someone to comfort her. Someone to hold her and tell her that everything would be alright and that she would move on from it all. She'd had her heart broken numerous times, but this time, it was different. This time, she felt it was the real thing, but then again, if we're all meant to be with that one somebody, how is it possible that you can love that person with all your being yet to them, you're nothing but they're toy?

It then dawned on Trish that Vince tried to be funny and book Amy and Matt in different hotel rooms so she decided to try Matt's room first since that's where Amy usually migrated. She knocked a couple of times to no avail and she found out it quite symbolic that just like her love life, no one was on the other side to take her in and hold her. She trotted down the long hallway until she met with Amy's room door. She was sure she looked like hell considering all the crying she had been doing along the way. Hot tears once again arrived as the knocked on the room door. She wasn't sure if it were her imagination, but even her knock sounded like one of desperation and need. She was looking downwards at the intricate details of the hallway floor, silently praying that someone, anyone, answered the door. Her prayers were answered when she heard the door open.

"Trish…"

Trish's head shot up. That wasn't Amy's voice, or Matt's…it was John's…John Cena. Trish was taken by surprised, for one, John Cena was answering Amy's door and on top of that, by the looks of it, she had interrupted his shower because he was only clad in a small hotel complimentary towel. The water droplets were still apparent as they slid down his clean shaven body. Trish didn't know if she should be embarrass, apologize and leave or if she should question John and his presence in Amy's room. 'There was no way in hell that Amy would cheat on Matt…no way…well, John was definitely hot, but Amy wouldn't do such a thing' Trish's inner voice concluded. She decided to go with the latter…

"J..John…what are you doing here?" she questioned.

John looked at the beautiful woman before him and knew she had been crying. His curiosity was definitely peaked. Normally, he would be the one asking what they were doing there, but surveying Trish's current state, and the fact that she held no accusations in her voice, he didn't bother to give her a hard time. Besides, she was great girl and he wasn't about to have one of the nicest people that he'd ever had the privilege of meeting, hate him. Now that would definitely be a feat to accomplish but one that John had no desire to do.

"Well actually, my flight was delayed till tomorrow evening but I just got off the phone with Stephanie and she said that since I'm getting trouble flying out that I can just take the rest of the week off and she'll write in my absence into the Smackdown! storyline."

"Oh…um, I'm sorry, I must have gotten my rooms mixed up, I was looking for Amy" she said so quietly that John had to make a special effort to hear her.

"Actually, this is Amy's room…her and Matt were passing by when I was trying to rebook a room for myself. Apparently the hotel was booked and since Amy had no intention of using her room, she offered it to me and I so graciously accepted it." John gave a small laugh that did nothing to brighten Trish's spirits.

"If she's not in Matt's room then they must have gone somewhere or they could…." John stopped what he was saying because it was apparent that Trish wasn't listening. Whatever had her so shook up, was really weighing in on her.

"Uh…Trish.." he said quietly, "I know I'm no Amy, but maybe I can help….you know, they say that it helps to talk about what's bothering you and I may not be able to give you great womanly advice, but I've been told I'm a great listener.

Trish was touched by his offer and before she could answer she felt the waves of tears come back. She bowed her head and let the tears fall. John could tell by her loud breathing that she was crying. Without assessing the fact that he was still damp and in an extremely small towel, he grabber her and held her close.

"What the hell happened…" he whispered. He pulled her in to his room and shut the door. He could tell she had a lot to say, and John was going to sit there and listen to every word she had to say, partially because he really did like her, and partially because he wasn't sure Trish would last so long while waiting for Amy's return.

Four coffees later, Trish was sitting on John's couch, trying to grasp the events of tonight. She was sure she went through every emotion possible tonight, from being sheltered and closed off to deliriously happy and in love then to complete numbness and now she was just plain angry. She was truly surprised at how sympathetic John was being. Aside from the fact that they weren't all that close, he was Randy's friend and that made it quite a struggle for Trish to explain not only the event of tonight but for the past months. He had been as supportive as Amy would have been and he did the same things Amy would do when she comforted her. She briefly wondered if Amy gave crash courses on how to be an amazing friend. She recalled how he had held her and stroked her hair, telling her that everything would work itself out. John had even so kind to offer her his guest bedroom. She accepted after thinking about it for a minute or two. She really didn't want to risk seeing Randy and Gail, especially together, and considering that they were both on the same floor and his room was practically right across from hers, the chances were quite high of having an unexpected run in. Assuming that Trish would be uncomfortable using her white formal dress as sleep wear, he offered her one of his hockey jerseys. He joked how she was special since she was representing, he let her way his Maple Leafs jersey. She had smiled appreciatively and had assured him that the jersey was fine after listening to him apologize profusely for not having any bottoms for her to wear since she was so tiny. She laughed to herself as she recalled the situation with John. However, her mind quickly went back to her moments of neediness as John reminded her that if they were meant to be, Randy would find a way back to her. She could only nod as though it all made sense to her. Logically it did, but emotionally, she was storm of emotions that just couldn't comprehend how she could have possibly let herself fall so deep and let down those walls around someone who she knew was bound to hurt her. Part of her chastised herself for letting down her guard but the other part told her that it was okay to have a bit of hope. She knew the grounds of their relationship before hand and if it weren't for her consent, the relationship wouldn't have continued. Trish knew the chances were slim, but if Randy and herself were to get a second chance, she promised herself that the slate would be wiped clean and they would start over because it was the only fair thing to do.

She shook her head to free the depressing thoughts and tried to refocus her attention on the television screen. She turned around to see John moving around the kitchen area pulling things out of the cupboard and fridge. He had promised a night of relaxation and of course, there's no such thing as relaxation without junk food. Trish supplied no arguments since she was sucker for junk food, especially burgers and fries. She glanced his way as he walked in her direction, clad only in a pair of long baggy dark blue jeans. He set a tray of junk food on the coffee table which was situated right in front of her. He then returned to the kitchen to the grab the sodas and beer. When he set that down, he took a seat beside her and glanced at the television set.

"Uh…Trish…do you mind if we watch something else? I mean, it's totally okay if you wanna watch this…I mean I am open minded… and besides I'm sure I could learn something…I mean the show is called 'Dora the Explorer' and even so, Boots the Monkey is hilarious!"

Trish let out a fit of giggles before turning her attention to John.

"And how is it John, that you know the name of the show? And how do you know the monkey's name?" Trish questioned. The look on John's face was priceless.

"Hey, come on now, I've got a niece okay. She like loves Dora or something and she watches it all the time."

By this time, Trish's giggles turned into out right laughter as she fell back against the sofa holding her stomach from all the laughter. John had the face of a boy whose hands were caught in the cookie jar and insisted it was because he was counting the cookies to make sure the dog didn't eat any.

A blush now made rise to John's cheeks and he couldn't help but laugh a bit too. He noticed it was the first time he heard Trish really laugh since she first arrived at his door. The fact that it was genuine made him feel all the more better, even it was at his expense, it was worth it. When her laughter subsides, Trish once again turned his way, looking at him expectantly. With a guilty face, he admitted…

"Okay okay, I've seen the whole first season on DVD…are you happy now? Mr. Thuganomics watches 'Dora the Explorer'." He playfully stuck his tongue out at her and she gave him a light smack in his sides.

After a few more minutes of her teasing, they both decided against Dora and agreed on the rerun marathon of Friends and Will and Grace. After a couple of episodes and a few cookies and chips, Trish immediately jumped up off the sofa and ran to the bathroom. John wasn't sure if he should follow because by the look on her face, she looked sick. The sounds of loud heaving as though she was throwing up confirmed his suspicions and he got up and lightly knocked on the door before entering. There was Trish huddled over the toilet bowl, puking her insides out. He winced as he noticed her hold her sides in pain from all the vomiting. He bent down beside her and used one hand to gently rub her back while the other held back her hair while she emptied her insides out. John was the picture of calm, but inside he was freaking out. What the hell was wrong with her? The prospect of something seriously being wrong with her was enough to make him internally suffocate. He wasn't sure what to do, should he stay with her and make nothing happens or does he call for help? Maybe he should call Amy or Rand…well never mind that. He decided to stay with her when he realized that she had finally stopped. She slowly raised herself up off the ground and made her way to the sink. John quickly reached for one of the hotel's complimentary toothbrushes and handed it to her. She quietly accepted it and brushed her teeth. She splashed some water on her face before turning around to face him. Her hair was dishevelled and skin was completely flushed but when she saw John, she would have laughed if she hadn't felt so sick. John's entire body was flushed. He looked like he took a turn heaving down the toilet bowl.

"You okay?" he asked softly.

She brushed off his concern, "Yeah, I'm okay…maybe I just ate too much or maybe it was the junk food, I've noticed for the past few weeks that my eating habits have changed and I guess it's because of that that I've been having these urges to vomit. It's no the first time, but believe, I'm not gonna touch any more junk food because it's not worth all trouble afterwards."

"Maybe I should take you to the doctor" he said. She gave him a warm smile but before she could politely decline his offer, there was knock at his door. It was really really late and both of them wondered who it could be. Trish was sure it wasn't Amy she had told John she would talk to Amy tomorrow since it was already late and she wasn't back at the hotel yet. John ran to get the door while Trish past a hand through her blonde locks. Maybe she would go to the doctor and as much as she loved John's company, she would much rather take Amy or Lisa with her. Tomorrow…I'll go tomorrow.

Randy was about ready to knock again but before his hand could make contact, the door open to reveal his buddy John.

"Randy…" John said surprised. This wasn't good. He wasn't sure what Randy's side of the story was but he was sure Trish wouldn't want to see him.

"Hey…look I'm really sorry for bothering you so late but it's important. Look I think I really fucked…" Randy trailed off as he recognized a familiar petite blonde woman exiting John's bathroom wearing one of his jerseys.

"Hey John, I'm gonna head to bed now…I'm kinda tired…" Trish turned around to finish her sentence but it never happened. There was Randy standing in the middle of John's living room and she wasn't prepared to face him. She gone through so much trouble to avoid him and he lands up right in the same hotel room as her. At first, she looked him straight in the eyes, not daring to back down, but decided to excuse herself as quickly as possible and get some rest. She really needed it and she was pretty sure that it was all the stress that was causing her to feel sick.

Randy was beyond shocked to see Trish there. He would have assumed that she would be with Amy. Remembering Amy, he was sure she was going to skin him alive and use his skin for a coat or something. After a moment, he realized the flush complexions of both John and Trish and his mind started spinning a mile a minute. What was going on ? Did he interrupt something? Judging by both of them and their lack of clothing, Randy could only assume the worst.

"Wow, you don't waste anytime do you? You thought you'd try to use reverse psychology so you screw my best friend!"

Trish's jaw dropped open at not only his comments but the audacity of him saying it. John stood paralysed for a second. He didn't even think Randy would have assumed the situation in that way but now here he was stuck in the middle of these two and it was kind of a sense of déjà vu from when he was with Gail, except this time, he did nothing wrong.

"I can't believe I actually came to try to figure out a way to make things better between us. To think I actually thought I loved you and that I was gonna actually tell you that tonight"

Trish scoffed. This was getting ridiculous.

"You sure do have a funny way of showing it. Let's see, was Gail a part of that surprise? You suck face with your ex-girlfriend and then tell another girl that you love her? I can't even imagine what you would have done had it been a proposal. What? An orgy?"

"You're real funny Trish…and you!" he turned to face John. "To think we could actually move on and it seems as though you never learn…well you know what?…you can keep the whore, I don't need her services anymore…I got Gail back now…that's all wanted anyways."

'Whore' she thought. He called her a whore. For the umpteenth time this evening, the tears returned. She let out a shaky breath before turning around and walking into the guest room. Randy noticed the look of hurt flash across her hazel orbs and he knew subconsciously that he didn't a single thing he said to her, he was just saying it out of anger and hurt, but the other part told him to move on. She had no right to hurt him. He knew he had hurt her, and it didn't make any sense to become so irrational with her considering that the present predicament was his fault, but then again, nothing was making sense to Randy.

Trish was gone for a couple of minutes leaving John and Randy standing in the living room. John incredibly awkward and Randy incredibly angry. John hadn't thought about initiating any sort of conversation with Randy. If there was one thing he knew about Randy was that explaining anything to Randy while he was angry would only fall on deaf ears. Just as both men assumed she wouldn't return, she walked out of the room with the white dress in her hand. She walked right up to Randy and handed it to him.

"This belongs to you" she said quietly.

He shook his head and looked down at her and it was the first time since he stumbled upon her and John that he showed any emotion besides anger. With sad eyes he held the dress and pushed it closer to her.

"It was made for you…It's yours" he said and with that he was gone.

Gail arouse from her slumber to see who was her door at this hour. She opened her the door and to her surprise she found Randy standing there. He looked as though he had had a few drinks. She looked at him curiously. 'What could he possibly want after rejecting earlier on?' she wondered.

"I made a mistake…I change my mind…I want you" he choked out. It was as if the words were forcing themselves back down. A smile spread across Gail's face. She knew something must have happened between him and Trish but that didn't matter. Give her some time and Randy would be asking "Trish who?".

She pulled him in and kissed him fiercely. He fervently returned her kisses but when he looked at her, he didn't see Gail, he saw Trish. He felt the hot tears sting his eyes. He wouldn't cry…not until he was alone. 'It was over' he thought. It was over before it had even begun.