Author's Notes –And finally thekiller is revealed...hehehe. Yep,the long awaited next to last chapter! That's right...only onemore chapter and this fic is done and then it's time to see who I decide to tourture next. And I've got plans for the next two in this series. So I hope the rest of this fic doesn't dissapoint, and I hope you like the next fics in this series.

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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.


Worth Fighting For

Trish sat with her head in her hands in the waiting room of the hospital praying she could just be left alone, but she had no such luck.

"Miss Stratus," a deep voice said standing above her. "Miss Stratus, I know you might not want to do this right now, but I need to ask you a few questions about what happened tonight."

"You're right, I really don't want to do this right now," Trish said, her voice sounding raw from crying.

"I know Miss Stratus, but Mr. Reso is in surgery and we won't know anything for a while on his condition, and I know you want to help us find who did this." The officer said. Trish looked up with her tear stained face and nodded. "Ok, I need you to tell me everything that happened."

"I had gone up to our room, Jay was supposed to be up there, but he wasn't, and I left my key card in my car by accident. So I went back downstairs and out to my car. I had just gotten my key card out of the car and I shut the door and that's when I noticed him. He said he was sorry, and that he had to do it. He had to kill me so Torrie would be the number one Diva in the WWE and so the two of them could be together. Then he pulled out the gun and pulled the trigger and that's when..." Trish's voice broke as the tears started to fall again. "That's when Jay came running and pushed me out of the way. But he got shot. And now we're here and I just need to know he'll be okay."

"Miss Stratus, I need to know if you know who the shooter was." The officer placed a calming hand on Trish's shoulder and waited for her to respond.

"Billy Kidman," she sniffed, "the shooter, the man who tried to kill me, the man who shot Jay, it was Billy Kidman." Just then the swinging doors of the emergency ward opened and a doctor in blue scrubs walked towards Trish and the officer.

"Excuse me, Miss Stratus, may I have a word?" The doctor asked.

"Of course, we're all done here," the officer said standing, "Miss Stratus I will be in touch with you if we find anything." The officer then left and Trish took a deep breath waiting for the words of the doctor.

"Miss Stratus, when Jason was shot the bullet managed to puncture his lung. He's lost a lot of blood and his heart rate and blood pressure are slipping, I'm afraid he might not have much time left." The doctor looked down as Trish gasped in shock.

"But, isn't there something you can do?" Trish cried as the tears threatened to break again.

"I'm afraid without putting him on life support and other resuscitative machines there is nothing more we can do for him. And even then there is a good chance he would not be able to live off the machines. Mr. Reso has a living will that states he wishes not to be placed on such devices to live." The doctor explained slowly. "I'm sorry Miss Stratus. If you want, I can take you to see him."

"I'd really like that," Trish whispered. She then followed the doctor back through the doors and down the hospital halls. In a trance-like state, Trish followed the doctor until they reached the operating room where Jay lay still and cold, slowly fading away on the table. The doctor opened the door for her and let her walk Jay before she closed the door and left. She found a stool and pulled it up next to the table and sat down taking his hand. In a quivering voice she spoke.

"Jay, Jason, can you hear me? I know you can't answer but I think you can hear me so I've got something I have to say to you." Trish took a deep breath before continuing. "Why did you do that? Why did you jump in front of that gun? I need you, and I don't know what I'd ever do without you. I can't lose you. Who's going to help me through this? Who's going to hold me and tell me that everything is going to be ok? Jason I can't get through this without you! Why did you have to push me out of the way like that? It should be me on this table, it should be me...I need you Jason...I love you." Trish laid her head on Jay's chest and softly cried unable to speak any longer.

Lionel stood at the door to the room and watched the two. He was slightly confused, Jason should have been gone by now, he should have died once that bullet hit him, that's what fate had planned. But for some reason he was still alive...barely, but alive none the less. He was fighting fate and at this point he was still alive so that had to say something. Jason wasn't going to give up; he was going to fight until he could come back to his love. A man that was that determined to stay with the woman he loves, does not deserve the fate that most certainly stood before him. Taking a deep breath he made his decision.

Trish still lay on Jason's chest sobbing when suddenly she felt something; a hand running through her hair and an arm wrapping around her body tightly.

"Shhh," Jay whispered, "everything's going to be okay. I'm not going anywhere, I promise. I love you." Jay kissed her gently on the forehead and held her close, he survived and he was never going to leave her again.