AN: Hey guys, here's a new chapter. I know I promised a new chapter over the weekend but I was unexpectantly busy. Hey, one day late isn't that bad! Anyways, I hope you guys enjoy the chapter and I can't help but tell you guys because I'm still reeling from the experience....I met Trish Stratus! who by the way, is the most absolutely beautiful, charming, funny and down to earth person you could possibly meet. TV doesn't do her justice, she is absolutely gorgeous, and surprisingly, tinier than i thought. Anyways, I was definitely stratusfied over the weekend! Okay...I promise, I'm done now. LOL.

"Trish, you're making great progress for someone in your situation. I know to you, it seems as though you aren't healing fast enough, but I assure you, most women that go through a traumatic experience such as yours, don't usually see results like you are. You truly are a strong woman and you are determined not to let this dictate your life…I just beg of you not to think otherwise…You've got people who love you dearly and that are supporting so you don't have to feel alone…."

Trish continued to stare up at the ceiling as Jane, her therapist, lectured her on the importance of not digressing. She had heard it all before so much that she practically had the speech memorized. She closed her eyes, hoping that the session would end quickly so she can get home to her husband and daughter. She hated the fact that the whole ordeal had affected her marriage…she hated the fact that she would jump at her own husband's touch…the same touch that made her feel safest in a world full of threat and fear. She couldn't help but apologize but Randy would have none of it. He continuously assured her that it wasn't her fault and no matter what, they were going to get through this together.

"Okay…well it seems that our session is over….I'll see you next week Trish" Jane said as she removed her glasses and stood up, ready to escort the petite blonde to the door. As a therapist, Jane knew very well that Trish needed to be reminded that things would get better, otherwise her disturbing experience would begin to rule her life. Trish didn't know it, but even in such a grief stricken state, Jane saw something so captivating about the young woman that made Jane, in her all her years as a therapist, fully confident that Trish would pull through, all she needed was time and thankfully she had the support of her husband, family and friends that would allow her that. Trish let out a soft sigh before mustering a small smile for her therapist and with a soft 'thank you', she made her way out, home to her family.

XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX

Trish finally arrived home after making a quick stop at the pharmacy. She opened the front door to their Toronto home and she could hear complete and utter silence.

"Randy…..you here?" she asked loudly, waiting to hear a reply. When none came, she breathed a sigh of relief. Not that she didn't want to see her family, but right now, another issue in her life had arised and she didn't want to bother anyone until she knew for sure what the outcome was. Since the two months since her incident with Adam, everyone had constantly been at her side, making sure she was okay and reassuring her that she wasn't alone in fighting this, the funny thing was that no one really knew what had happened, just that she had encountered something traumatic and she needed time and support to heal. Surprisingly enough, a month after the whole nightmare, Trish got a voice message but none other than Adam himself. At first she was scared that the message would be some sort of threat. Instead, it was an apology. She couldn't believe the audacity of him. He had the balls to force himself on her and now he wanted to apologize. You don't put someone through hell and then expect a simple 'sorry' to make the situation go away or get better. Trish had kept the message to herself, quickly deleting it and not mentioning it to Randy. She knew Randy well enough to know that Randy would have flown out the door so fast in a search for Adam.

She made her way to the bathroom and after rumbling and tumbling for a few minutes, she exited the room with a deep sigh. She made her way downstairs to prepare dinner. She was sure that Randy would bring home food because he insisted that she needed this time to heal, not worrying about trivial things like cooking. However, Trish felt that she needed to start doing things that she would normally do before Adam, in order to heal. She couldn't hide from her life forever. She had a family to take care of and despite what she was going through, that didn't change the fact that she still loved her family and desperately wanted to take care of them.

Trish turned around to grab a pan when she noticed that the red light on the answering machine was beeping. She made her way around the counter and pressed the button to hear the messages while she tumbled in the kitchen. She got a couple of messages from Amy, Stacy and Lisa. The last message was Randy, letting her know that he had an impromptu meeting with Vince McMahon who was in Toronto for a meeting with WWE Canada. Trish felt a pang of guilt at the reminder. Randy had taken off the entire two months since her rape to help her around the house, especially with Emma. She remembered talking to Vince on the phone later that same night that Randy stormed into his office and told Vince that his wife was going through a hard time and that he needed time off. He went as far as to goad Vince into firing him if he didn't get the time off. However, the threats weren't needed because Vince had readily agreed to give him the time off and Randy hadn't been back since. There was no way she would forget that night because her phone was ringing off the hook. She had calls from Stephanie, Paul, Vince, Linda and the usual from Amy, Lisa, Stacy and a few others. She hadn't told anyone about the incident with the exception of possibly implying it to Amy. She was sure that Amy had figured it out by now, but she no way let on who the culprit was. She made Randy promise not to tell anyone. At first he was livid that she was trying to protect Adam, but that wasn't the issue, she just didn't want to face the reality of the situation and to some degree, while admittingly she was getting better, she wasn't one hundred percent there yet. Randy finally agreed, warning her that the only reason he was going along with this is because he wanted Adam in the company long enough to get his hands on him.

She heard the front door open and close before she heard the bustling at the front door as jackets were being taken off and thrown into the closet. She turned around to face the entry way the same moment that Randy walked in with Emma hoisted on his hips, while he carried her bags on his shoulder and a bag of take-out in his other hand. A smile spread across his face from ear to ear. Trish reciprocated with a sincere smile.

"Hey" he said softly.

"Hey you" she replied back just as softly. She made her way towards them and stopped to give her precious baby a girl a kiss on the cheeks. Emma immediately sprung forward, wanting to be coddled by her mother. Trish laughed lightly before stretching her hand forward so Emma could make a safe landing in her arms. She tickled and kissed her and Emma giggled with such innocence and naivety. Trish walked towards the open living room and placed Emma in her playpen, where she stood up, with great struggle, while holding on to the playpen for support. Emma had learned to do a lot in her nine months. Trish turned and walked towards Randy, stopping right in front of him.

"Doesn't your wife get a kiss 'hello'?" she asked softly. Randy's eyes filled with hope. This was definitely a step forward. He cautiously moved towards her and gently placed his hands on her hips.

"Do you mean that?" he asked hoarsely, his voice filled with raw emotion.

Trish bit her bottom lip, nodding slowly. Randy carefully bent down, giving her a sweet kiss on the lips. He decided to take it slow because he knew that after what she'd been through, she wasn't ready for any make-out sessions just yet. Trish snaked her arms around his neck, taking in his scent. She didn't realize just how much she missed his touch now until she was in his arms right now. When they pulled apart, Trish rested her head upon his chest.

"I've missed you…." he whispered. Trish knew that there was much more depth to that statement and she wanted him to know that she felt the same way. She wanted him to know that seeing him everyday didn't make it any easier not being physically intimate with him. She needed him but she just wanted to make sure that she felt completely comfortable with the whole idea of sex. She pulled away slightly to look at him.

"So have I….God I've missed you so much…". Randy gave her a small smile before unwillingly pulling away a couple of seconds after.

"I've gotta go change my clothes….I've brought home some dinner but you've obviously decided to cook so we can just throw the take-out in the refrigerator for tomorrow's lunch….do you need any help cooking?" he asked. Trish couldn't help the giggled that escaped her lips.

"You cook? What do you know how to cook besides eggs and toast…which, by the way, I don't count as cooking…." Randy smiled mischievously at her and gave her a wink. He was seeing glimpses of his Trish coming back and he couldn't be more delighted.

"Oh you'll see what I can cook….just give me a few minutes and then I'll begin to wow you with my culinary skills….".

Trish shook her head, smiling, as she watched his retreating form.

XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX

"A few minutes my behind…" she grumbled jokingly as she quickly looked up to check on Emma while setting the table. Randy's few minute has turned into slightly over a half an hour. She was about to go and call him to see if everything was okay, but then she heard the sound of footsteps coming down the stairs. She was finishing up slicing the carrots for the salad when she heard him enter the kitchen.

"What took you so long?" she asked. When she heard no answer. She looked up but his name died on her lips.

"Ran…."

She had completely forgot about it. He held the box and stick in his hands as his eyes darted from the box to her and back to the box.

"Why didn't you tell me that you thought you were pregnant?" he asked softly, obviously hurt that she hadn't shared her suspicions.

"Baby, I didn't want to introduce the possibility of a pregnancy without knowing for sure…that would only complicate things further….I promise I was going to tell you after I found out the results. Randy looked up and gave her a sad smile as he nodded his head understandingly.

"Did you check it?' he asked. Trish shook her head nervously and then looked at him.

"Did you?" she asked. He too shook his head.

"Do you wanna check it or should I?" he asked, not wanting her to feel as though he was trying to invade her.

She looked down as she fiddled with her hands for a moment before returning her gaze on Randy.

"You look at it and tell me….." Randy nodded and looked at the stick and then looked at the box to see what it meant.

He looked up at her and Trish couldn't tell what the news was judging by Randy's face.

"Two blue lines….you're pregnant….."

XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX

It was Monday night Raw and it was Randy's first night back. He tightly gripped onto his wife's hand as he made his way through the halls. He stopped in front of the locker room before entering.

"Hey guys…." he said as he approached both Chris Benoit and Chris Jericho. Both men return his greetings and gave him a hug before focusing their attention on the petite blonde.

"Hey T….how you doing?" Jericho asked softly.

"I'm getting better" she replied, not wanting to give away too much information. Both men nodded in relief and Benoit walked over, giving her a hug. When Benoit released her, Jericho did the same. Surprisingly, she felt safe with the two men and that was exactly why Randy had brought her here.

"Can you guys stay with her while I take care of some business?" Randy asked.

"Sure, no problem…." both men replied. Trish's eyes immediately darted to her husband's. Randy gave her a look trying to reassure her not to worry but Trish knew better. She knew exactly what business Randy had to take care of and considering the circumstances, she had every right to worry, the last thing he needed was to not only get fired from his job, but to get arrested as well. However, his mind was made up and he left little room for discussion as he quickly walked over and gave her a peck on the lips and left the room in a hurry.

"Do you want anything to eat?" Benoit asked caringly, "or drink?" Jericho piped in. Trish shook her head and Benoit looked up at Jericho with a frown on his face. Jericho returned the look. Both men knew that she was going through difficult times and they both had similar suspicions about what it could be. They prayed to God that they were wrong, but the tightening knots in their stomach told them they were right on the money. The only question they couldn't answer was who had hurt her, but they were sure that with Randy out on the prowl, they were sure as hell about to find out. To the fans, this was going to be entertainment, but they didn't know was just how personal Randy's actions would be.

XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX

Edge stood in the middle of the ring as he stood toe to toe with the Game, Triple H. Paul, who was also a good friend of Trish's had no idea what was going on with Trish except that she was very distant. As he looked into the beady green eyes of Adam as they stood in the ring, he briefly wondered if Adam had wreaked havoc in the young woman's life, just as how he did to all the others who once acknowledged him as their friend. Though Edge was the picture of determination and intimidation at that very moment, it couldn't be more contrary to the feelings he was having at the moment. For months, he wondered how he still held on to his job. 'Why didn't Randy or Trish say anything to Vince?' he thought every time he was able to breathe the fresh air outside. He was sure that if either of them had taken it to Vince, there was no doubt that Vince would have fired him on the spot and would have probably filed charges on behalf of Trish. Everyone knew how much Vince regarded Trish as another daughter, and it wasn't just him. The entire McMahon family saw the blonde Canadian as close to family as one get be without sharing the same blood. He was sure nobody would believe him, but he really didn't go to Trish's home that night two months ago with the intentions of….of….he couldn't even think it, much less say it. For months, when he looked in the mirror, he saw a monster and he knew that he wasn't being hard on himself. He was probably being too lenient on himself after what he had done. If he were a real man, he would have not only apologized face to face to Trish and her entire family, but he would have turned himself in as well. But he just didn't have the guts. Even now, he still loved her and he wasn't sure what had gotten into him that night….of all the people that he hurt, he always mentally told himself that that would never happen to Trish because he cared about her too much. How ironic that at the time, he felt that he had to do it to show her that he did love her and that all she needed was to be reminded of that love. It sounded stupid but it was the honest truth.

"What's wrong Edge….cat got your tongue?" Triple H smirked as he noticed that the always outspoken Edge was for once, quiet. The intimidating look never left Edge's face but truth be told, he hadn't heard a single word spoken by the World Heavyweight Champion. He raised the mike to his mouth, ready to bullshit his way through this, not knowing what he was responding to when he heard the crown roar with cheers and almost everyone was standing in their seats. By the time he turned to look where Hunter had his attention trained, he saw Randy Orton fly into the ring and stood there. Randy kept his attention on Hunter as he truly debated whether he should really do this now. He was sure that one look at Adam and he wouldn't be able to rationalize what he was about to do. His job was on the line, hell…his freedom was on the line, because when he was done, Adam would have an easy lawsuit against him. Paul kept his gaze trained on Randy as well, waiting for him to strike. It was all apart of his big comeback, to surprise Hunter with his arrival and then really give it to him until he begged for mercy. The crowd waited in anticipation as they expected Randy to throw the first fist at Hunter. What else would they think. The WWE sold Randy's two month absence as a result of a bad beat down by Hunter and his cronies in order to retain the Championship belt. However, as Randy kept his eyes transfixed on Hunter, the only thought running through his head was whether to do it or not. In a split second, he pictured his Trish screaming for help as he envisioned Adam taking advantage of her. He decided 'Screw it'. His wife was much more important than his job. To the surprise of everyone, Randy, in a swift motion, threw the punch Adam's way. Paul was shocked. 'What the hell was he doing?' Paul wondered. But he immediately followed in character, and in true Triple H fashion, decided to make the getaway rather than get involved and risk getting hurt. Paul wandered to the back in a state of confusion…however, the small pieces were slowly coming together and Paul didn't like what he was seeing.

XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX

Adam fell to the mat as he received punch after punch….and they were certainly the real thing. The crowd didn't care, they were glad to see their man back and they continued to cheer Randy on. Adam has assumed that though Randy had a lot to settle with him, he wouldn't do it on television, of course the fans wouldn't know, but Adam had thought he would have followed the script, therefore, he was far from prepared for the large fist that came his way. He had yet to retaliate in defense of himself and unfortunately for him, it didn't look like he was going to get the chance. Randy quickly slid out of the ring and lifted up the apron. He wasn't going to play nice….in fact, he was going to play as dirty as they come and he wasn't going to spare any effects, he was going to end his career in front of everyone and he couldn't give a damn. He found a sledgehammer and quickly threw it in the ring and slid in after it. Without thinking twice, he lifted the sledgehammer above his head and brought it down, connecting with Adam's knees. Adam's screams of pain went unnoticed as genuine since the crowd was eating up every second of it. Randy dropped the sledgehammer and continued again with his own God-given parts. Fist after fist, and kick after kick, Adam was beginning to lose consciousness. He was bloody and he was sure that in all of his years of his life, that he would actually meet the face of death tonight. Randy pulled him up by his hair so that Adam was now before him on his knees. Adam looked Randy straight in the eyes and decided to lay it on the line, though he was sure that it wouldn't do him any good.

"Ran…Randy…." he slurred out.

"I'm sorry….I'm so sor….so..sorry. I dddidn't…I didn't want to hurt her I swear….If I could take it all back I would….in a heartbeat…." Randy looked down at the older man who was on his knees before him. He saw the tears welling in Adam's eyes and a part of him really believed that those tears weren't because of the excruciating pain he was in, but because of the emotional pain Trish suffered at the hands of him. Randy believed him…he really did….but Adam's actions weren't the kind that you could easily apologize for and it certainly wasn't something that could easily be forgotten….and Randy wasn't going to forget.

"You're sorry?….is that gonna make it all better?…..is that gonna undo all the hideous things that you've done to my wife….MY WIFE Adam….she stood before God and promised to share her life with me and you think it was all a big mistake….so what?….you decide to try reminding her….is that what it was? Because you know what Adam? I really do believe you're sorry…. But you know what? All your damn sorry's in the world will never erase the memory of wife sitting on our bed; hurt, betrayed, violated…seeing the person you love more than life itself crying and there isn't a damn thing you can do about it…"

Randy stopped a moment to collect his emotions together. Adam could see the tears threatening to spill over Randy's eyes and it was the first time that Adam truly saw how much Randy loved her. Too bad he hadn't see it before, maybe he would have been able to move on and none of this would have happened. But it did and now he was going to have to his punishment…one he so rightly deserve. His thoughts were interrupted as Randy was ready to finish off his speech.

"I bet you probably thought saw death flash before your eyes tonight….but I'm not gonna go so far…..I may have beaten an inch of your life tonight Adam….but so help me God, if you ever come near my wife again, hell…if you even so much as even look at her…what I'll do with you, tonight will seem like a walk in the park….". With one last warning glance, Randy viciously threw Adam to the mat and walked out. The crowd cheered his name but he didn't stop to do his trademark pose or talk smack…because this wasn't entertainment, this was real life.

XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX

Randy breathed out a deep sigh as he unwrapped the tape from around his wrists. He heard a knock at the door and he half expected to see the police on the other side. He walked over and opened the door to be met by a very infuriated Trish. She walked right past him and entered the locker room before whirling around to face him. Before he could say anything, she began:

"Are you out of your damn mind?" she screeched.

"You could have hurt yourself…." she said concerned.

"But I didn't…." he answered softly, in contrast to her loud voice.

"You know….you looked surprised to see it was me at the door….who were you expecting?…." she asked curiously.

"Do you really wanna know?….". When he saw her slowly nod her head, he breathed out a sigh, he knew for sure that she would probably go off on him again after she heard his answer.

"I was expecting the police…..". He saw her eyes immediately cast downwards a couple of seconds before finally looking up at him.

"Well don't worry about that….after your little display in the ring, which by the way the entire roster happen to catch…including Vince, they all obviously knew that your actions weren't set up and were completely real so Vince was obligated to ask Adam if he wanted to press any charges….." Trish stopped as she just stared intensely into her husband's eyes before continuing.

"Adam said no….he said that the both of you had planned the whole thing to add an element of surprise but he misjudged his body position and the sledgehammer made contact and you weren't aware of it, thinking that he was just doing a good job of playing along…."

"That was all he managed to get out, which is good considering he was wavering in and out of consciousness….I'm sure Vince didn't believe him but he told Adam that he did….."

Randy nodded his head as he took it all in…. 'So Adam covered for him' he thought.

"So I should be expecting a visit from Vince soon, right?" he asked.

"No….he talked to me already….I think tonight he was finally able to piece together all the scattered information that he had because just by his body language and his words, it seems he's figured out why the bad blood between yourself and Adam. He then went to see Adam at the hospital, where Adam apparently has apparently given Vince his official notice that he's resigning…he's leaving the company….." Trish waited to see Randy's reaction. He was blank.

"Randy….talk to me please…." she begged. He took a seat on the bench and then looked up at her and there were tears in his eyes.

Trish immediately moved towards him, took a seat next to him and stretched her arms out. He bent down and buried his head in her neck and she gently stroked his hair.

"I never thought I would ever be capable of hurting someone the way I hurt him tonight T…I swear….I didn't think I had it in me….but when I saw him there, the only thing I could see is you sitting on our bed, your clothes ripped and tears streaming down your face….that's exactly how I found you and it was all his fault. And his screams….I swear I heard you….I could hear you screaming for help and begging for him to stop and I couldn't control myself….I wanted to hurt him so that he could see how much he hurt you…so he could see how much he hurt the people that love you most….."

Trish continued to hold him as tears of her own began streaming down her face. 'How could she be mad at him…she would have probably done the same thing in his position…She was lucky to have someone who loved her so much….and despite it all, she was glad that Adam would be okay and she hoped that he would find the help that he needed.

They both heard a knock at the door and Trish quietly called out for the visitor to come in. When Amy and Matt entered, Trish gave them a weak smile as Randy raised his head up, quickly wiping his tears and turned to see who had come.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Amy asked hurt as she quietly cried at the thought of her friend being so helpless in such a fearful situation. Trish had feared this moment. She didn't want her friends to think that she didn't trust them, because she did….with all her heart.

"I'm sorry…I didn't mean to hide it from you guys…I know you guys wouldn't have judged me it's just that it was something really hard to talk about and having to tell people, I guess, it would just make the whole thing too real…I wasn't ready to face it….."

Amy nodded and smiled,

"I understand…." Amy said softly.

"And now….are you ready to face it?" Matt asked hopeful.

Trish nodded and both Amy and Matt made their way over, where all four of them had a little group hug. She was going to be alright….in fact….she was more than half way there. She just hoped that after the conversation she was going to have with Randy tonight, he would still be by her side…because if there was one person who she needed more than life itself…it was him.