Author's Notes – See another chapter within a week. Shocking right? Well, of all of my fics currently this one is the one I'm most inspired to write. I'm trying to work on some of the older stuff that needs updated, but I'm lacking in time and creativity. I actually wrote this chapter during my lunch break at school before my water aerobics class (that's what rocks about college, you can take water aerobics for credit!). Unfortunately this quarter's schedule is a little more intense than last quarter, but I'm going to try to find time to get some more writing out.
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Disclaimer – I do not own the WWE, any of it's character, or any of the people used in this fic. Hell, I don't even own Lionel (read the first fic to know who he is), though this time, a good portion of the plot is mine! Anyways, what I'm trying to say is please don't sue me...I don't have much.
Nothing Right Today
Jay walked the quiet streets of the small city they were in silently contemplating what had happened earlier. He could count the number of times he had truly ever yelled at Adam on one hand, and none of those were ever about a woman. He'd always listened to Adam and taken his advice as a brother, but something about this time it just...it struck something with him.
Jay knew that Adam was speaking as someone who cared about him, but why didn't he want to help him help Trish? That was all he was doing after all, helping Trish. This had nothing to do with the way her smile seemed to light up a room; or how even after everything that happened she was still one of the most self-less and caring people he knew; or how every time Jay thought about what would soon happen to Trish it left him with an odd hollow feeling. He just wanted to help Trish get though this whole thing, that's all he was supposed to do right?
"That and to make the rest of her days happy ones,' a voice suddenly said from beside him. Startled, Jay jumped slightly and looked at the man next to him, the angel, Lionel.
"You guys can read minds?" Jay asked as the two walked.
"It's one of the gifts we angels have."
"So what brings you here now?" Jay asked.
"Nothing much, I'm just checking up on Trish and you really. Making sure everything is running smoothly." Lionel said with a shrug. "She appears to be doing much better."
"Yeah, I think she's finally getting over Jeff," Jay smiled.
"And you're just lending a helping hand when needed?" Lionel asked glancing at Jay carefully. "You're not getting too attached to her are you?"
"So you spoke with Adam I presume." Jay rolled his eyes.
"As a matter or fact, yes, he's worried about you."
"Well there's nothing to worry about," Jay assured, "I'm just helping a friend."
"Jason, I shouldn't need to point this out, but you know the future. In just two months time you know what will and what must happen to Trish. No one wants to see you get terribly hurt when fate takes its course."
"Look, I don't know what you and Adam are talking about. I am not getting too attached." Jay argued. "And when what happens happens, I will be hurt and upset, but so will every other friend she has because that is what we are, friends."
"If you believe that," Lionel sighed, "then I guess this is where you're meeting someone." Jay looked behind him at the coffee shop he was meeting Trish at and saw the blonde diva smiling and waving through the window. He looked back behind him to Lionel, but no one was there.
"I hate it when he does that," Jay mumbled as he went inside to meet Trish.
"Hey Jay," Trish said throwing her arms around him. "I already ordered for you, café mocha right? Anyways, I grabbed us a table over there." Jay couldn't help but smile as Trish pulled him over to the little table in the corner.
"So," Jay said taking a sip of his warm coffee, "what did you want to talk about?"
"Well, it's been a month since all the nonsense with Jeff and Whorrie started and I think I've spent too much time dwelling on it. I mean you're right Jay, I am a beautiful woman and any guy would be lucky to have me," Trish said with a smile.
"I'm glad you can see that."
"Well I wouldn't be able to if it wasn't for you." Trish smiled and put her hand over Jay's and shots of electricity shot up and down his arm. "But I think now I'm ready to move on, you know, start dating again."
"Really, start dating?" A shocked Jay said as his heart sank. Gulping he continued. "So soon?"
"Yeah, Randy asked me out." Trish beamed.
"Randy?" Jay said nearly spitting his coffee out. "Randy Orton, you're going out with him?"
"Yep, isn't he great," she squealed.
"Trish you can't go out with Orton." Jay said quickly.
"And why not?"
"He's...he's...he's just not right for you." Jay stammered.
"Not right for me? He's gorgeous and interested, and believe it or not, but that doesn't happen for me very often." Trish argued.
"I'm sure it happens for you Trish more than you know," Jay sighed, "but he's a jerk. Trust me; he's not good enough for you."
"You know what Jay; I'll be the judge of who is good enough for me," Trish said standing up. "I thought you would be happy for me, but instead, you ruined this. Thanks Jay." And with that, Trish stormed out of the little coffee shop.
"Can I do nothing right today?" Jay sighed raking a hand through his hair.
The next night
Jay sat alone in his hotel room watching TV. True, it was Friday night and he should be off doing something with his friends, but seeing how he wasn't speaking to Adam and Trish wasn't speaking to him that left his list of people to hang out with pretty short. It was just about 10:30 and Jay was now realizing that there was nothing on television. He had decided to go to bed when suddenly there was a very soft knock at the door.
Groaning as he got out of bed, Jay walked over to the door only to be surprised by who was standing on the other side. Tears rolling down her face and shirt ripped, Trish Stratus stood at his door. Without words, Trish collapsed into his chest and sobbed as he pulled her into his room.
