A/N: I own absolutely NOTHING!

Main Characters: Trish Stratus and Randy Orton + other minor characters

Chapter 8

Christian stood looking shocked in disbelief, and decided to do a double take.

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me. A match for my World's heavyweight title. On Raw… If you win, the title is yours. If you lose, I get Trish. Plain and simple.

"NO, absolutely not. I am not facing you in a god damn match."

"Hmmm…losing confidence eh/You afraid you'll lose?" he asked with a smirk onhis face, knowing that had to get under his skin.

"Hell no! I'm not afraid. I'd crush you!"

"PROVE IT!"

After minutes of hesitation, Christian finally gave in.

"Fine… I'll face you in a match…but until then…Come on Trish." Christian went passed Randy and tried grabbing Trish but Randy slipped in between them and blocked his way.

"What do you think you're doing CLB?

"I'm taking my girlfriend do you mind?

"Yea…actually I do. She isn't going anywhere with you."

"Yea…right.. anyways…" he tried grabbing her again, but Randy grabbed him and threw him against the nearest wall hanging onto him by his collar.

"what part of 'she isn't going anywhere with you' , don't you understand!"

"Fine…fine…fine man…whatever. Just put me down." CLB said in between deep breaths to breath.

"Okay fine." With that Randy let him go and he went flying down with a hard thud. "Now…Christian…I suggest you go leave right now before you suffer some consequences! Without further hesitation, Christian ran away not wanting anything to do with RKO at the moment. Randy watched him run away like a little cat chasing a mouse. After he disappeared, Randy turned to face Trish, and was quite surprised when she jumped up and gave him a tight hug. Randy returned the hug, and he rubbed her back trying to comfort her. They were like that for a good while until Trish finally broke the silence.

"Why?"

"Why what Trish?"

"Why did you protect me?" Randy put her down and looked deep into her eyes.

"Trish, I care about you, and I'll be damned if he ever lays another hand on you again. He could have killed you anytime. From what I see now…" he said lightly tracing the marks that CLB made on her face. "He is more than capable of doing so."

At this point Trish was crying. She never thought a man would ever talk to her like that again…she never thought she'd feel safe again. She wasn't used to it, and didn't take advantage. She thought everything Randy was telling her was just pity talk. He'd win the match for her safety then on his way to some other business.

" Yea…well he might have well just killed me anyways. Everything would be better that way." She said as she got out of Randy's grasp and started walking away before she felt him grab her by the arm and spin her around to face him.

"HEY! Don't you ever say that around me again! Don't you say that, don't you EVER say that. You hear me! You don't deserve anything he does to you. You deserve so much better!' He said raising his voice and shaking her a little bit. Trish was shocked by his tone of voice as she slowly felt tears well up in her eyes and fall. Randy saw the tears fall, and his heart sank. He pulled her in for a hug and whispered…

'I'm sorry. Sweetie you are okay now. You are safe. I didn't mean to shout at you like that…I'm sorry."

Trish and Randy just stayed locked in a tight hug for a long time…an eternity to them anyways.

After about 10 minutes, they were still in the same position, and Trish started calming down. She took a minute to think about everything and what happened just a while before.

"The match…" she spoke up.

"What about it sweetie?" he asked confused.

"What if you don't win Rands?"

"What if I don't win? I am not going to even think about not winning. I'm thinking positive. He is a CLB. I've beaten bigger people than him. I'll be damned if I lose."

"Yea but Randy, Christian is sneaky, he could do anything, he'll do anything to win…" Trish was about to keep on talking but was interrupted when she felt Randy's lips against hers, and he gave her a soft kiss on the lips. Trish was about to give in to the kiss before she quickly pushed him away.

"What in the blue hell was that for?" She asked feeling really awkward asking him, but wanted to know what provoked him to do that. Randy felt awkward answering her. To tell the truth he really had no idea why he did it. Maybe he just got caught in the moment…maybe her looks made him do it. He wasn't quite sure, so he had to make something up.

"Well…I had to shut you up somehow. "

"HEY!" she said slapping him lightly on the chest.

"Ow!" he said in a joking way. ' that really hurt!" he said trying to lighten her up. "Look, I'm gonna win the match. It's by my rules, no one can interfere, and if they do, I automatically win…plus do you really see CLB as Heavyweight material?…I mean…come on…seriously?"

"No…I perhaps not. As long as you win and you free me from those bastards Tyson and Christian for good."

"Yea of course…what has Tyson done to you? Just asking."

"Nothing…he just stands by and watches like any other day." At that moment Trish yawned. "Hey Rands…you think you could take me to the hotel?

"Yea….sure no problem. Just get your stuff."

"I can't. It's in Christians room."

" Well…don't worry. I'll let you borrow one of my shirts for tonight."

"Okay…thanks."

"Anything for a friend baby." He said as he winked. Trish laughed.

"Whatever lady killer." Randy laughed.

"Anyways…lets go lil lady." He said putting an arm around her leading her outside. Once they got to the car, he went to her side and opened it up for her.

"thanks."

"Uh- huh." He said as he closed the door once she was in, and he made his way to his side.Once he got in. he started his car, and they were off to the hotel.

The ride was silent since both were a little exausted after their day. They pulled into the hotel parking lot. Once they were parked, Randy got out, got his stuff, then went to Trish's side and opened up the door for her to get out. Once she was out he shut the door. Trish was still amazed at how he was treating her.

"Uh…thanks again Randy."

"No problem babe." He said winking and taking her hand leading her into the hotel. They got in, got room information ect… They went up the elevator, got to his floor, and searched for the room number. Once they got ther he asked Trish…

"Hey hun, could you get the key out of my back pocket?… my hands are kind of full."

"Sure." she said grabbing the key that was in his back pocket, taking out the card, put it in the slot, and opened up the door so he could get in. When he saw Trish didn't come in he asked,

"Why aren't you coming in?"

" Uh… I don't want to intrude…As soon as you lend me a shirt, I'll just go find Victorias room or something. I'll find it right now, then I'll come back." She said turning around and started walking down the hall, but her grabbed her wrist and spun her around.

"No…don't go. You aren't intruding……far from it. I don't like getting lonely…please stay." He said pouting and giving her the all so cute puppy dog eyes. Trish knew she was getting sucked in by those icy blue eyes of his, but started trying to resist.

"Don't give me those puppy dog eyes." Tries to act ticked off. Randy's sad act grew even bigger as he started walking towards her with bigger puppy dog eyes, but with a big ass smirk on his face..

"Randy…." She walked backwards as he got closer. "Get that look off of you're face." Before she knew it her back was against the wall, and Randy still came towards her, until he was just a few inches away from her.

"So…are you going to stay or do I have to pick you up over my shoulder, drag you in there, and hold you hostage?" he smiled as only he could smile. Trish knew she couldn't resist it any longer.

"Okay…fine Orton. You win. I'll stay with you. Just for tonight." she said smirking.

"Good, I knew you'd have to give in sometime." He said smirking, obviously satisfied with himself.

"You are too full of yourself, you know that?" she said laughing slightly. Randy grunted as if to say he was insulted.

"I resent that! I am not full of myself."

"Keep telling yourself that Orton...one day it might actually come true." She said winking, as she walked into the room. Randys eyes followed her as she went in.

"this is gonna be one long night."

A while later, Randy and Trish were watching T.V. 'Comedy Central' to be exact. Randy was in the bed, Trish was in the chair. She started yawning and started getting really tired.

"Hey Rands…I'm tired. i think I'm gonna go to bed now."

"Okay, I'm gonna take a quick shower befor I go to bed. So if you are sleeping by the time I'm out then goodnight." He said walking over to her and giving her a hug.

"Night." She said while returning the hug smiling.

Randy had gotten out of the shower a couple minutes later. He walked out and walked by the bed, and noticed Trish wasn't in it. He then switched on one of the lamps and saw her sleeping in the recliner. He went up to her sleeping form, and stroked her face. He did it long enough for her to wake up a little bit. Trish stirred a little bit, and opened her eyes a little bit, looking at him.

"Why did you wake me up?" she asked sleepily.

"Sorry…I didn't mean to…well I did, but why aren't you sleeping in the bed?"

"Christian always made me sleep in a chair, or on the floor. I'm used to it." Randy listened in shock. How could Christian treat such a wonderful woman like Trish…like trash? Randy shook all questions out of his head.

"Well baby, I ain't Christian. So you are sleeping in the bed. Come on." He said as took the blanket off of Trish, picked her up, and carried her to the bed.

"Here, just sleep with me tonight. I can't get lonely here too." He said laughing.

"Thank you again Randy. I honestly never thought I'd be treated like this again." She smiled.

"Well get used to it lil girl. I care about you. I always take care of people I care about." he lied. In all reality he would only do it for her, but he didn't want to admit how he really felt about her, he didn't want to scare her off.

"Now get to sleep. You look too tired." He said bringing her closer to him, and stroking her hair, making her fall asleep faster.

Minutes later, she was fast asleep. Randy however was not. He was just watching her sleep. Randy didn't think she knew exactly how beautiful she was. Even with a split lip and bruised cheek. He was interrupted in his thoughts when he felt Trish stir in her sleep, only to get comfy again. He kissed the top of her head, smiled, and whispered…

"Yup…when I win that match and you are mine, I'm going to treat you like the queen you are. No if, ands, or buts about it." He smiled once more as he cuddled her closer, and drifted off into sleep with nothing but winning that match in his mind.

A/N: Well, end of chapter 8. I honestly wasn't going to continue with the story until got more reviews but a certain reviewer talked me into it. You know who you are. I won't mention you ; ) Well I hoped you enjoyed this chapter everyone. I made this chapter extra long, so hopefully those reviews will come flying in. Wishful thinking for me, (crossing fingers to get A LOT of reviews for this chapter.) Til next time.

XXx Heather xXx