A/N: Thank you all for reviewin' again!This latest chapter is quite a pivotal one, despite the fact that nothing goes on here except for a BIG change in Randy's personal thoughts and feelings. Enjoy!

P.S. An extra-special thanks goes out to Valerie/HardcorexWWExFan---I'm really touched to hear you say that this is the best fiction you've ever read, comments like yours are what keep my muse alive! I'll be exerting some extra effort into these next chapters to ensure that you get only the best from yours truly. 'Till then, continue to show the love! Can't wait for your next review!

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Chapter 10: Realizations in the Subconscious (Randy's POV)

…Where am I?

God, I can't even see anything but total darkness. What's going on? What happened? Am I…dead, or something? The last thing I can remember is that me and Chris won the match (thanks to some help from Stacy), and I was totally stoked about getting a title shot for next Monday, when suddenly, I felt this sharp pain in my lower back. Then I was on the ground and Triple H and Batista were kicking me and hitting me and beating me bloody. I heard screaming, too. I think it was Stacy, calling for help. And then Shane Helms was there and he punched Batista right in the kisser, and some EMTs came to check on me and Chris, and Chris was fine but I couldn't even stand up. My whole world was fading to black, and the last thing I saw before passing out was Stacy, down on her knees, crying. I don't get it…why was she crying? Was she actually worried…about me?

Stacy. I wonder how she's doing now.

I remember the first time I saw her. She was hot. Love at first sight, or so I thought. I sauntered over to her to try and score a date, but she wasn't at all hesitant about turning me down. She even called me a loser. No one's ever called me a loser. That kind of put her on my bad side. No, that put her on my worst enemy side.

Then I found out through my buddy Chris Benoit that me and Stacy were stuck in a storyline together. Any other guy would've loved being in a romantic angle with Stacy Keibler, but not this guy. I was pissed. I hated Stacy. And to make things worse, I was forced to share a dressing room with her.

"They stuck me with you," we had told each other at the exact same time. I couldn't stand her, and she couldn't stand me. We got into a lot of petty arguments, and the hate just kept on growin'.

And then there was our first onscreen kiss. I dreaded it, but as much as I hate to admit it, I liked it. I just…felt something, you know? Like a tiny spark. I denied feeling anything, though, and pretended to hate kissing her.

I also remember when I was getting my ass kicked backstage by Batista. Guess who showed up? Of all people, it was my worst enemy, Stacy Keibler. I thought I was doomed, but she threw me in for a loop and actually saved the day for me. In return, I decided to invite her to the Seattle party.

I had my eyes on Gail Kim the entire night…but it's only now that I realize I'd been after the wrong girl. The one I should have gone after was the one who was standing right beside me as I ogled Gail. The one who, despite hating me with every fiber in her body, actually saved me from death by Batista. The one who was always there.

It's only now that I realize that I…I love Stacy.

All the times she'd been there for me, all the moments we've shared have slowly crept up on me and bitten me on the ass. And damn, it hurts to be in love. It's more than just some stupid crush. I don't know what I'm supposed to do. Should I tell her or just push it aside? Or is it too late 'cause I'm already dead? Or is this all just some big, scary nightmare? Oh, I don't know.

Her face…her smile…her voice…her kindness...I can't get her out of my head.

Flashback to my last day in the men's locker room before being forced to stay in the one I shared with Stace:

"We'll see who gets the last laugh once you start falling in love with Sta-a-a-a-cy Keibler," Chris teased.

I punched him lightly on the arm. "Mark my words, Chris Benoit: The day pigs fly is the day I fall in love with that hag."

Maybe I should be on the lookout for flying pigs now.

Maybe I should just be honest with Stace. It's not like I'll get over my feelings for her that easily.

Maybe I should just sit and wait for this all to go away.

Maybe…we'll just see what happens.

Oh, and one last thing I remember: right before our match against Trips and Batista, she asked me something. "Can I talk to you? Later after the match, in our locker room?"

Guess I never made it back to the locker room, did I? Oh well. I wonder what it was that she had to say to me.

I'm still plunged in darkness (both literally and figuratively), and I haven't the slightest clue about what's going on. I can feel myself just lying down, completely limp and motionless.

Suddenly, I feel a hand squeeze mine.

…Stacy…?

A/N: My apologies for this evilsecond cliffhanger...I swear, the next chapter will have some answers! Stay tuned for the eleventh installment called "All I Ever Wanted" to find out how Stacy tries to drag herself through Raw without Randy there, what happens to their romance storyline now that Randy's unable to appear on TV.

Awaiting your reviews!

Love lots,

Cold-Zephyr