Reflection

I realised that in the last 2 chapters I forgot to disclaim so…

I own nothing, everything belongs to Vince McMahon and the WWE.

Thanks for the reviews everyone, please keep reading, I know the chapters are short at the moment, but they'll get longer I'm just kind of finding my feet with this one, I'm not sure were it's going just yet.

Chapter 3

Randy Orton was walking through the halls of the arena wiping his face with a towel. Tonight was a house show and he'd been put into a match with Edge to get ready for next week on Raw. It had been a gruelling match but he'd come out on top, as usual. He smirked as he wiped the sweat from his brow. The look on Edges face as he turned around and walked right in to the RKO! Randy let out a small laugh and continued to head towards his locker room until a small sound stopped him.

Was that sobbing? He strained his ears to try and hear the noise again, sure enough there it was. It was defiantly the sound of someone crying, but who? He looked at the door of the room the sound was coming from. Who's locker room is this? He wondered. He reached up and knocked lightly on the door. 'Is everything OK in there?' he called.

Trish jumped and quickly wiped her eyes, she recognised the voice, it was Randy Orton.

What was he doing here? Didn't he have a match? Or at least something better to do than eavesdrop on Trish when she was having a private moment, it was none of his business.

'I'm fine!' she called out sharply.

'Trish is that you?' Randy's voice asked from the other side of the door.

Oh so he didn't know it was her, still he had no business eavesdropping on anyone. She couldn't ignore him now.

'Yes it's me, and I'm fine, so please just go and do whatever you were planning on doing….and leave me alone.' She said quietly.

'You don't sound fine.' He called, 'are you sick? Do you need me to get someone for you?'

Who? She thought. 'I'm fine honestly.'

'I don't believe you!'

Geez what was he a detective? 'Randy I'm fine!' she yelled.

There was silence behind the door, she prayed he had gone. She hoped she hadn't offended him with her last outburst but he wouldn't leave her alone. She laughed slightly at the irony of the situation, here she was sending away the first person that had actually wanted to speak to her and help her in months. Why had she sent him away?

Her head snapped towards the door when she heard the doorknob rattle, someone was turning it, she didn't have to guess who it was. She watched as Randy Orton's tall form entered the room, he flicked on the light and looked at Trish. Her eyes were red and her cheeks tear-stained. 'This is certainly not my definition of fine.' He sighed as he went and sat down next to her. 'Are you going to tell me what's wrong?'

Trish shrugged, 'why do you even care?'

'Because you're upset, and I don't care what you've done, I don't like to see you, or anyone upset.' He reached into his pocket and pulled out a clean tissue, he held it out to her, 'here.' He said.

She looked at him gratefully and took it from him wiping her eyes. 'It's nothing, really. I just…I just went to see Chris.'

'Jericho?' Randy asked.

She nodded, 'as unbelievable as this might sound, I went to apologize.' She looked at Randy, his expression hadn't changed, he was looking at her sympathetically but not in a way that aggravated her, he actually looked like her cared, 'I went to apologize,' she started again, 'but he just blew it back in my face.' She lowered her head and her body began to shake, Randy knew she was crying. He slowly put an arm around her and rubbed her back lightly.

She stopped crying at his touch and looked up at him, the look in her eyes broke Randy's heart, she looked so grateful, as though no one had shown any comfort to her for a very long time, which, he thought, was probably true.

He took her by the arms and pulled her into a hug, he body began to shake once more and he knew she was crying again. This time she let the tears fall and he rubbed her back once again planning to hold her for as long as it took until she stopped.