Trish's eyes opened slowly when she smelled something. It wasn't smoke or anything like that. She recognized the smell immediately. It was pancakes and bacon. Trish sat up and looked around her hotel room curiously. Who else was in there? She climbed out of bed and walked towards the kitchen. She peered around the door frame to see Randy standing at the stove, humming as he flipped over a burnt pancake. Randy saw movement in the doorway and he glanced over, a smile on his face.

"Good morning." He said as he moved towards the door. Trish grinned but moved past him towards the stove.

"I think you'd better let me fix breakfast." She teased as she held up the pancake with the spatula. Randy narrowed his blue eyes at her.

"I did my best!" He exclaimed. Trish snorted and threw the pancakes away.

"Go in the fridge and get me the milk and eggs please." She instructed quickly, turning the burner back on. Randy did as he was told and handed her two eggs. He poured a cup of milk and poured it into the green mixing bowl.

"Need me to do anything else?" He asked. Trish nodded.

"Yeah. Get out of the kitchen!" Trish said as she pushed him out. Randy rolled his eyes and stopped at the doorway.

"Fine!" He said as he walked towards the couch. He sat on it and began to flip through the TV channels.

Trish rolled her eyes dramatically and went back to fixing their breakfast. Once she was done and they had finished eating they sat in an uncomfortable silence on the couch. Trish stared at the TV though she wasn't very interested in watching some court show. She glanced at Randy out of the corner of her eye and saw that he was dozing off. Trish left him on the couch as she cleaned up and went to take a shower. Once she finished her shower she walked out in her black track suit she wore when she was going to the gym and saw Randy watching cartoons.

"You're still into cartoons?" She asked him. Randy nodded and laughed as the coyote got an anvil dropped on his head. Trish scoffed and walked back into the bedroom. She looked around for her key card but couldn't find it.

"Looking for this?" Randy asked from the doorway. Trish spun around and glared at him.

"I was wondering how you got back into my hotel room this morning." She said quietly. Trish walked towards Randy slowly, a weird smile playing across her face. Randy noticed this and took off down the hall. He saw he was at a dead end and groaned. Trish strolled down the hall and looked at the walls as if they were the most fascinating thing she had ever seen. Randy gave her a smile but knew it wouldn't do any good. Trish pushed him against the wall with all of her weight and held is wrist.

"Give me the key card. Please." She said. Randy handed her the card but when she tried to move away he grabbed her waist and hoisted her over his shoulder. Trish screamed and pounded on his back.

"Put me down!" She yelled. Randy shook his head.

"No…" He replied shortly. Trish growled deep in her throat but let him carry her to the couch. He threw her onto it and landed next to her. Trish breathed in his cologne, 'Obsession', and felt butterflies in her stomach. She closed her eyes and wondered what it would be like if her and Randy had stayed friends all this while. Just then someone knocked on the door. Trish stood up and stretched before walking over to the door slowly. She opened it a crack and was surprised when Stacy burst into her room like a ravage dog.

"What do you want, Keibler?" Trish asked venomously. Stacy glared at the Canadian and saw Randy sitting on her couch, his breathing a bit heavy.

"What is my boyfriend doing in your hotel room?" She asked angrily. Trish shrugged.

"Maybe he wants to be in here." Trish replied matter-of-factly. "Why would he want to be trapped in his hotel room with you anyway?" She muttered darkly.

"Excuse me?"

"Nothing! Just nothing… Now I'd appreciate it so much if you would get out of my hotel room!" Trish inquired, her voice rising with every room until she was yelling. Stacy flinched but stood her ground.

"Don't make me make you get out of her, slut." Trish growled. Stacy laughed sadistically and rolled her eyes.

"How are you going to make me do that?" She asked in a bitter sweet voice.

"Like this…" Trish grabbed the leggy diva's arm tightly and opened the door wide, pushing her out into the deserted hallway. She then slammed the door in her face before locking it. Trish spun around and grinned at Randy.

"Now that that's taken care of…"

"I…uh… think I should go, Trish."

"Why?" He could see the hurt look in Trish's eyes but his heart remained with Stacy. He sighed and looked down, not wanting to feel guilty. "Oh… because of Stacy. You want to tell her we didn't do anything and that you love her more than you have ever loved me as a friend. Is that right Randy?" Trish asked.

"No, I was goi—" Trish gave him a look that said she knew he was lying and she turned around.

"Just… just leave, okay?" She said. Randy's shoulders slumped. Why do I have to be such an ass? He asked himself as he walked past her. Trish turned her head to watch him leave and was about to call to him and tell him to stay but she couldn't. Then it'd be admitting to herself that she did in fact have feelings for The Legend Killer. Trish sighed and walked over, locking the door behind him. She then turned and walked over to the phone. She sat on the arm of the couch and dialed Adam's phone number. It kept ringing and ringing until finally someone picked up. Or so she thought.

"This line has been disconnected by Verizon Wireless Phone Company. Please cal out supervisor if you have any questions." An annoying record said. Trish pulled the receiver away from her ear and stared at it. Adam would have told me if his phone line had been disconnected. I wonder what's wrong. She thought to herself as she grabbed her key card and walked out the door. Down the hall Trish bumped into none other than Chris Irvine. Her eyes cast downwards as he cursed and she didn't have the heart to look up at him. She did feel as though she should though. Trish's eyes moved slowly up to meet his. Then did she notice that his eyes were bloodshot.

"Chris?"

"What?"

"Not that it's any of my business but can I ask why your eyes bloodshot?" Chris blinked and felt hot tears forming.

"It…It's nothing. Just something with someone somewhere…" He said quickly, trying to move past her. Trish knew everyone in his family. They were like family to her. She stopped him and grabbed his shoulders.

"Who? What happened?" Trish asked curiously. She was eager to find this out. Chris sighed and his shoulders slumped. His eyes met Trish's and she could tell he was broken inside.

"It's Adam…"

"What about Adam? Is he okay? Is he in his room? I was just about to go and see…" Chris put a hand over her mouth to stop her blabbering.

"You didn't let me finish. Last night he was at an alleyway club. I think you know this since you went with him. By the way, who did you leave with as I know he took his car?" Trish looked down and mumbled Randy's name.

"I thought so. So anyway…" He paused to see the semi hurt look in her eyes. He sighed and wiped away the tears at his eyes.

"He was at the club and was totally wasted by the time he was ready to leave. I was there. I offered to bring him back here but he refused." Chris stopped to look at the expression on Trish's face. Her eyes darted back and forth like she was watching a ping pong match.

"So he got into his car and began to drive back to the hotel. Well, I followed him and pulled up next to him and beeped my horn. He…" Chris's voice trailed off. "He was so drunk he thought I wanted to race and he drove out into the intersection when traffic was moving the other way." Tears rolled down Chris' cheeks as he told Trish. Trish's eyes widened in shock and she felt something inside of her crumble.

"Trish… they couldn't save him." He said, his voice caked with sorrow. Trish's mouth opened in horror and she fell back against the wall and slid down it. Trish burst out into sobs as she thought about Adam and how he was the only one to befriend her after Wrestlemania Twenty. Chris tried to quiet her but she put her head in her hands and bawled.

"Trish… please. Keep it down!" Chris pleaded. Trish shook her head and choked out a sob. Many people came out of their rooms to find out what was happening and all eyes were on Chris. He backed away and knew he shouldn't tell them right now. He walked back into his room and closed the door.

Randy ran down the hall after being called by Amy Dumas. She had told him Trish was being hysterical in the hallway. He reached her in a matter of seconds and picked her up into his arms. He held her close and couldn't make out what she was saying.

"He… no! He can't be… Liar! He's lying!" She sobbed. Randy pulled the key card out of her hands and brought her back into her room.

"Trish, what's wrong sweetheart?" He asked calmly, stroking her hair.

"Adam! He can't be gone! Randy, please tell me it didn't happen…." She choked out before beginning to cry louder. Randy had no idea what she was talking about.

"I have no idea what you're talking about." Randy said a confused look on his face. Trish peered through her hands at him, her eyes filled with another set of tears.

"Adam… he's gone! Dead!" Trish yelled angrily. Tears streamed out of her eyes as it mixed in with her eyeliner and mascara. Randy wiped away the black mess but it kept coming down. He wiped his hands on the couch and wrapped her in a hug.

"Trish… sweetheart, what are you talking about?" Then the reality hit him. Adam Copeland, her best friend, was dead. Randy gasped quietly and brought her into his lap. He whispered quietly to her to stop crying so they could talk but whenever he tried to calm her she'd keep on crying.

"Randy… he can't be gone…" She murmured sadly. Randy shook his head in sorrow.

"Trish, it'll be alright…"

"No it won't!" She yelled. Randy still held her close, his hand stroking her hair gently. Trish whimpered and began to cry again. Tears fell onto Randy's shirt but he really didn't seem to care. The one person who Trish found comfort in was gone. He sighed deeply and didn't are if Stacy barged into the room at the moment. He needed to help her. He didn't know how he'd help his once friend but he'd do it.

A/N: Wow… this is a long chapter. When I wrote it I had n clue it'd make me cry in the end. I had actual tears coming down my cheeks as I wrote this. I'd like to thank everyone who reviewed! Here's your update! I hope you like this! Please r & r!