Title: I Want You With Me
Part 6: Always
Rating: PG-13ish
Disclaimer: All characters are property of WWE and themselves.
Pairing: Randy Orton/Trish Stratus
Notes: Each part of the series uses lyrics from the 98 Degrees album 'Revelation' (which, yes, I sadly admit I own, LOL). This part is from the song 'Always You and I'.
It's so hard to say
How a love could end this way
After a grueling match and a long night, Randy Orton was ready to retire to bed. The mere thought of climbing under the covers was enough to motivate him to finish out the night.
Not that he'd sleep. He couldn't remember the last time he'd slept. There was too much to think about, too much shit floating around in his mind. It kept him awake every night. It had ever since...
A deep, sad frown marred Randy's handsome face. He was still in shock, even though it had been two weeks. Two weeks since his life was turned completely upside down. Two weeks since he had won the World Heavyweight Championship at Summerslam. Two weeks since he was kicked out of Evolution, without warning.
Randy could not, for the life of him, understand why they had done this to him, after all they had been through. Evolution was supposed to be a strong unit... they were supposed to stay together forever. He had just fulfilled his dream of becoming the champion... the youngest in history. Randy wanted nothing more than to celebrate, but his friends - the three people he trusted the most - made sure that didn't happen. The image of the mat coming closer and closer to his face as Dave threw him down on it was haunting. The look on Ric Flair's face as Triple H tore into him invaded his mind constantly.
He had always suspected this story of betrayal would come from Hunter. Everyone knew that the World Title meant more to him than any alliance did. But he did not expect it from Ric, who had been a mentor and second father to Randy. And certainly not from Dave... they were supposed to be brothers.
The one that used to care for you
Just turns and walks away
Somehow, a distracted Randy managed to get back to the hotel. He drug himself onto the elevator, too tired to even bother with the stairs. He pressed his floor number, and with a sigh, he leaned against the wall of the car.
As he felt himself slowly moving upwards, Randy caught a glimpse of himself in the gold faceplate of the switchboard. He moved closer, eyeing himself intently. He barely recognized himself. He looked so lost, so hurt.
This was not like him at all. He had told and been told that he needed to let go and seek his revenge. He had no idea how difficult that would be.
And it's so hard to find
To leave the pain behind
He just wanted to be happy. Winning the title was great, but now it seemed almost pointless. He relationship suffered, something he knew was entirely his fault. Without Evolution, he just didn't seem to have much of anything. No parties to look foward to, no pampering, no special treatment because of who he was friends with.
Randy snorted at the stupidity of his thoughts. He was wallowing over all the material things he no longer had. It was so artificial. How pathetic. And yet, despite the shame, he couldn't shake the feeling. The emptiness still loomed within him.
When all the things you're lookin' for
Your heart can't seem to find
When he finally got into his hotel room, he immediately through his bags down on the floor, exhaling heavily. He glanced around the dark room for a moment, before the sad look filled his eyes again. It seemed as though he'd be sleeping alone again.
He had taken Trish so much for granted in the past two weeks, he couldn't blame her for not wanting to be around him. After all, who wanted to be around a man so swept up in self-pity that he paid attention to nothing else? He loved her so much, he truly did. It ripped at his heart to know that he was driving her away.
Slowly trudging into the bedroom, Randy dove onto the mattress, not even bothering to get changed. At this point, it didn't even seem like he'd be taking his shoes off. A shaky sigh left his lips as he rolled over onto his back, staring blankly up at the ceiling. He's eyes wandered over to the clock, where he saw that it wasn't even midnight. Great, he thought. Another long night.
His eyelids grew heavy, but Randy wasn't fooled into thinking he'd sleep. Exhaustion apparently wasn't enough to put him out for the night. Another sigh.
The sound of a toilet flushing jolted Randy back into awareness. He jumped up on the bed, rising into a sitting position. His eyes darted over to the bathroom door, and strip of light that shone from underneath it. She was here.
The door opened a moment later, and Trish emerged, clad in a robe and slippers. When she caught a glimpse of Randy, she jumped.
"I..." she began, her eyes nervously finding the floor. "I didn't think you'd be back so soon."
She couldn't bear to be without him anymore. She had been sharing a room with Stacy, who roomed alone since John was on Smackdown... but sleeping alone was not working for her. She needed to be with him, even if she wasn't awake. The unconscious feeling of his arms around her comforted her. Regardless of the poor attitude he'd shown lately, she still loved him.
Randy shrugged at her statement, "Nothing else to do."
Trish frowned. She walked over to him, tucking the robe underneath him as she sat down beside him. Even in the darkness, she could make out the moisture lining his eyes. A pang of sympathy hit her heart, and she placed a hand on his knee.
"Look, before you say anything," Randy said, putting a hand in the air, "I'm sorry."
"Randy, you don't have to..."
"No, just listen," he insisted, placing his hand over top of hers. "I'm so sorry for the way I've been acting. I can't even believe you're here. I've either ignored you completely, or given you the worst attitude I could manage, and you of all people, Trish, don't deserve that."
Trish said nothing. The blonde woman simply nodded, urging him to continue. She could tell by the look in his eyes, and the uneasy heaving in his chest, that he had more to say.
"It's just that... I can't get over this. I feel so betrayed..."
"You have every right to feel that way, Randy," Trish said, turning so that her entire body faced him. "If I felt like you didn't, I would have left you by now."
"I'm surprised you haven't," he quipped with a rueful laugh.
Trish shook her head, the emotion in his eyes causing tears to build in her own as well. They rested on her eyelids as she tried to blink them back. She offered him a small smile, and gentle squeeze.
"You know what they say," she voiced quietly. "Love makes people do some crazy things."
Randy nodded, looking away. Trish rose up from the bed and placed her legs on either side of him, wrapping her arms around his neck as she straddled his lap.
"I won't lose you, Randy," she said, a fierce determination in her voice. "I love you too much to let you go because of something like this. I'm going to help you... we'll get through this together."
I'll be the air that you breathe
I'll give the strength that you need
I'll be the light in your eyes when hope becomes hard to see
I'll be your shining star
To guide you wherever you are
And I promise that I'll be by your side
Always you and I
"Trish, there's no way in hell you'll be able to put up with me," Randy told her, locking his arms tightly around her waist.
"You must not know me very well, then," she retorted.
Randy tilted his head back, gazing into her eyes. Her chocolate brown orbs were so expressive, and he could see in them just how serious she was. He held her tightly, resting his head on her shoulder.
"Get ready for a lot of sleepless nights," he warned her with a small laugh. "While you were gone I just complained to myself... but now you'll have to listen."
"Oh, I think I'll manage," she said with a smile.
In all your sleepless hours
I will be right there for you
"Randy, you're going to have to let me go," Trish said, after a long pause in their conversation. "I can't breathe."
For the first time in days, Randy laughed. He hadn't even realized how tightly he was squeezing her. Letting go, he surrendered, throwing himself down on the bed. Trish hopped off his lap, coming to lay beside him. This time, her head rested on his shoulder.
The pair remained still for a moment, a silent communication occurring between them. Trish took his hand in hers again, sending him a clear message. Words were no longer needed.
With a hand to hold
A heart to see you through
Randy turned on his side, wrapping his arms around her again. Trish sighed as she easily slipped into his embrace, relishing his scent, and the feeling of her being in his arms again. Her eyes grew weary before they finally slipped shut. Randy didn't move a muscle, for fear of disturbing her. Only when her breathing grew regular did he shift back just a little, watching her sleep.
Maybe not sleeping at night wouldn't be so bad after all. He could watch the sleeping beauty before him for the rest of his life. It was certainly something he could get used to.
Cause each and every night
I will make it right
When life feels so wrong
Cause in my arms is where you belong
"I love you, Trish," he whispered, brushing a stray hair off her face. An endearing look filled his eyes as he leaned down and gently brushed his lips against hers. "I love you."
Much to his surprise, the blonde woman stirred slightly. She pouted her lips together, tenderly returning his kiss.
"I love you too, Randy," she replied tiredly. "I love you, always."
I'll be the air that you breathe
I'll give the strength that you need
I'll be the light in your eyes when hope becomes hard to see
I'll be your shining star
To guide you wherever you are
And I promise that I'll be by your side
Always you and I
:The End: