A/N: Thanks again for reviewing, you guys, I hope this next chapter will fly well with y'all too. I apologize in advance for the lack of Stacy/Randy action here in this chapter, this is more focused on a certain surprise pairing. This new pairing, you see, is important in the development of the plot. I hope you understand and like it all the same.

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Chapter 13: Mending A Broken Heart (Stacy's POV)

Looking into the mirror in front of me as I sat by the dresser, I could only see a very lonely and broken woman. My hair and makeup looked just perfect, save for one thing: my mascara was running because the tears continued to roll. I miss Randy like crazy. And he's still in a coma. It scares me to wonder if he'll even wake up from it.

Why is it that when everybody else is doing great, it's my life that's in the shits? Lita's got her Shane, Lilian's got her Chris, and Stacy's got her nobody. Stacy's in love with a guy in a coma. How freaking pathetic.

Knock, knock.

Who could that be? I wiped the mascara from my cheeks with some tissue before opening the dressing room door to see who was knocking. I scowl instantly upon finding out who.

"If you came here to laugh at me and make me feel miserable," I growled, "then let me tell you that it's really not necessary. I already feel like shit, with or without you to ridicule me."

Needless to say, it was Trish Stratus outside the door. "I didn't come here to do that, Stacy…I just wanted to see if you were alright."

Did I just hear that correctly? My own worst enemy would actually care enough to see if I was alright? "You did?"

"Yeah. I kind of felt sorry for you."

"Well, thank you for your sympathy," I mumbled coldly.

"Uh, can I come in?"

I opened the door a bit wider to let her in. "Guess so." I was still a bit cautious, though; who knew if she wasn't just secretly plotting to dump a bucket of mud on my head once she got in?

I sat on the couch and went back to my latest favorite hobby of staring into space. "You know," Trish said as she sat down beside me, "even I can tell that you're not as happy as you used to be. What is it that's been making you so miserable lately?"

No use in lying now. "Randy."

"Let me guess: you hated him at first, but eventually you fell for him and now it's too late?"

My eyes widened. "Wow…you hit the nail right on the head."

"I know that feeling well. I've been there before."

"Really?"

Trish nodded gloomily. "I have. And the wounds have never healed. Up to today, I'm still hurting, even though my whole 'evil bitch' façade hides it well." She let out a sad chuckle.

I leaned in to listen. I never knew she'd been feeling that way; I always thought she didn't give a shit about anyone or anything except herself (and was happy with that arrangement). "Someone broke your heart?"

She faced me and smiled. "Oh, my heart's broken, alright. But it was no one's fault except my own."

This sounded really serious. "Tell me, Trish, what happened?"

"Chris Jericho," she replied miserably, and begun to tell her own sad story.

"You say you hated Randy? Well, I really, really hated Chris at first. Especially after that whole bet thing he had with Christian. I couldn't stand him…but then I found out he'd changed. He was different person now, someone sweeter, kinder and better than the old Chris. Then I started falling for him. We eventually became an item, and for real this time; not just some stupid bet, and I couldn't be happier. He was just the nicest guy ever; he treated me like a princess, and made me feel beautiful. I was on top of the world with Chris by my side."

I guess we were along the same path. I'd hated Randy, too, until I learned that he wasn't as bad as I took him to be.

"Then I made the biggest mistake I could ever make: I let Christian get into my head. He brainwashed me! He made me believe that Chris was no good for me, and was only using me. I feel so stupid for buying into it and becoming Christian's slut. I've never regretted any action more than slapping Chris at Wrestlemania 20. That hurt me more than it hurt him, believe it or not. I dumped Christian, eventually, but I wouldn't be able to get Chris back just by doing that, right?"

I nodded as she continued.

"Now, I'm reduced to nothing. I can't even be myself anymore, because I can't let the rest of the world know what a wreck I truly am without Chris! And you know what the worst of it is? He's probably over me now." A tear rolled down her cheek as she glanced away.

"We all make mistakes, Trish," I told her, placing a hand on her shoulder. "Yours was to believe a stupid lie, mine was to hide the truth for too long. But see, the main difference between our situations is that while I'm stuck waiting for Randy to wake up from his coma, you still have the chance to make things right."

She looked at me through her misty brown eyes. "I do?"

"Of course you do, Trish! Just say you're sorry."

Trish scoffed. "Yeah, like he'd ever forgive me."

"You'll never know 'till you try."

"It's not that easy, Stace," she sighed.

I got up, opened the door, and faced Trish. "Then tell me: how much longer can you go on living a lie?"

There it stood before us: the dressing room door that read "Chris Jericho." I looked towards the shorter blonde. "Well, it's all up to you from here on in."

Trish nodded gingerly. "Thanks, Stacy."

I watched from the side (right out of Jericho's view) as she knocked on the door. It opened. "What do you want, Trish?"

"I needed to talk to you. Can I come inside?"

He was quiet for a few moments. "Only for a minute," came the cold answer.

Chris had forgotten to close the door after Trish stepped inside, so I used that opportunity to peer in. Hey, I'm not spying! I'm just curious.

He had his arms crossed as he faced Trish, and she was looking right into his icy blue eyes as she spoke. "Chris, I'm a total mess without you. I really regret ever leaving you, and it is by far the stupidest thing I've ever done in my life. I…" She took a deep breath, and exhaled sharply. "I've always loved you. And I know you're probably over me by now and living your life happily, but I'm…I'm not over you. I don't think I ever will be. And I just wanted to tell you that…I miss you, Chris. And I'm sorry, for everything I ever did to you."

He tucked a loose tendril of hair behind his ear and looked away. "Well, I gotta say, Trish---you really hurt me back then."

The tears began to flow freely from her eyes now. "I know, and I'm really sorry. I swear I am. Will you ever forgive me?" she pleaded, sobbing into his chest.

I could feel a tear forming in the corner of my own eye as I watched the two of them.

Chris let a few moments of silence pass before lifting her chin to make her face him. "I forgive you, Trish," he said softly, wiping away a tear from her eye, and the two embraced.

"Can we start over? I promise I won't make the same stupid mistake again. I'll change…for you." She glanced up into his eyes.

I could see him smile at the woman in his arms before slowly closing the distance between their faces with a soft kiss. "It's all I ever wanted to hear from you, Trish."

"I love you, Chris," she whispered.

"I love you too."

Okay, I'm crying like a baby now. I better get the hell out of there before they hear me.

Sure, I feel good about helping my newest friend Trish get Chris back, but that still doesn't help the fact that I can't be with the one I love. When will my Randy wake up? I have sooo got to go back to the hospital; in fact, I oughta go there right now!

I get up from the chair in the Stacy-Randy dressing room, get my things and head towards the exit, when someone stops me in the hallway. I whirl around to see Jonathan Coachman standing there.

"Slow down, babe, where's the fire?"

Ugh, I don't have time for this. "I'm in a hurry to get somewhere, Coach. Leave me alone, I don't have anything to do on Raw tonight, anyway."

"Actually, Mr. Bischoff sent me to look for you. He wants to see you. In his office. NOW."

And before I know it, I've been ushered into Bischoff's office by the Coach. "Stacy, just the person I've been looking for! Sit down, sit down."

I did.

"We have found a new Superstar for you to share a romantic storyline with. And the angle starts…next Monday!"

My eyes widened. I found myself unable to speak, and all I could think about is how I would totally blow this storyline because I'm still in love with Randy. "Well, who's the Superstar?"

He cleared his throat and scanned the notes on his desk.

"Hmm…Tyson Tomko."

What?

A/N: Ooh, what now? Stay tuned for the next chapter to see what happens next! 'Till then, I'll be anticipating your reviews!

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