A/N: First off I'd like to thank everyone who reviewed! I'm sorry I haven't been able to update in a few days. I am extremely busy with exams and all.

RKOXLegendKiller- You are great! I have never found someone who hates Stacy as much as me before. I'm glad someone does... but anyway, I read your Trish/Randy fic and I am so totally in love with it! I know how you feel about there not being a lot of Randy/Trish shippers anymore! Stacy and Randy just don't go together well! Here's the update!

TrishOrton: I know, it is sad to see him go. Your fic is awesome man! But thanks sooooo much for the reviews! I'm sorry but this is the chapter at Adam's funeral. Don't hurt me... I feel like I'm on the verge of tears already. I hate writing such sad scenes but whatever. Here's the update and I PROMISE the next chapter will be much happier!

Trish drove her way to the cemetery in the line of slow moving cars. She was barely going twenty. Trish sighed and flipped through the radio stations trying to find a good station in the small town of Orangeville,Ontario, Canada. Preferrably hip hop or rap. Maybe rock. She finally found a station that played everything and settled back into her seat. "Obsession" by Frankie J came on and just the name of the song made her think of Randy. It was his cologne. She sighed and listened to the lyrics before angrily shutting off the radio. Trish's sorrow soon turned into anger. She was mad at herself for leaving Adam at the club and upset at him for drinking so much. She was snapped out of her thoughts as they reached the cemetery. Trish climbed out of her rental black Honda Civic and slammed the door. Her mood was only getting worse. Up ahead she saw a blonde head from behind a car. Trish growled with distaste.

"How dare she come here? She broke Adam's heart in half and now she comes to his funeral thinking she'd be babied because her ex-boyfriend is gone. Well, I highly doubt she'll get a nice gesture, let alone a look." Trish muttered darkly as she walked towards Adam's burial site. The day was cold and rainy, much like the mood Trish was in. Maybe the weather was mocking her.

The close family and friends gathered under and around the green tent set up over Adam's casket. Such a beautiful casket, Trish thought sadly, seeing her reflection in the shiny mahogany. What she saw didn't look good. Her hair frizzed out like she had been struck by lightning and her mascara mixed with eyeliner and tears streamed down her face like a black river. She looked down and tears dripped onto the green grass, coloring it black. She felt a hand on her shoulder and looked into the casket again only to find Randy standing there. She looked across the tent towards Stacy who glared at her. Trish eyes darted away and shrugged off his hand, not needing his comfort. Randy let out a small sigh before walking back towards Stacy. Trish watched him and their eyes met for a brief second before Stacy buried her head deep into his chest, acting like she was crying but Trish knew better. She was acting. After the ceremony for Adam was over, the guests cleared out. Everyone except for Trish. The worker's had taken the tent down and had filled in the hole they had dug for her friend.

Before they had begun to start filling in the hole but after the preist stopped speaking Trish threw her bouquet of flowers down onto his casket. She watched as they hit the casket before bursting out inot uncontrolable sobs. Across the tent Randy wanted to reach out to her and hold her and make everything better but knew she'd only push him away. Instead, he stood there and watched as Chris Irvine led her awayfrom the hole and back into the front row where she stood next to him and Adam's dear mother. He looked down at Stacy and saw a smirk settled across her face as she stared at the sobbing petite blonde.

Now the ceremony was over and Trish was there, standing in the rain. She wasn't cold. She was numb. Trish couldn't feel the pain or the cold. She just stood there before she collapsed to the freshly dug dirt over Adam's grave. She stared at the headstone and cried quietly, the tears dropping onto the dirt. She sat there for about an hour and cried. That was when she heard footsteps behind her. She didn't have the energy to move or to turn her head. But she knew who it was. She heard the rain falling at a heavier pace as she cried harder, oblivious to the fact that it wasn't hitting her anymore or that Randy Orton was standing behind her. Randy kneeled beside her with the umbrella held above their heads.

"What are you doing here?" She asked in a low, weak voice. Randy put an arm around her shoulders.

"I came here because I knew you would be here." He said quietly, rubbing his hand up and down her arm. Trish tried to wipe the tears away but they kept on coming.

"I don't need you, Randy." She murmured sadly. Randy sighed and set down his umbrella. He picked Trish up, one arm under her knees, the other under her neck, and carried her to his car. Trish couldn't feel it. All of her body was numb. All she knew was that she was getting carried away from Adam's grave and away from the spot forever. Randy set her in his car and shut the door quietly,not wanting to alarm her. He knew she was in a daze. After all, her best friend was just buried. He climbed into the driver's side and pulled her into his arms. That's when Trish finally broke. They sat there for hours. He let Trish cry her beautiful brown eyes out as he soothed her. Or at least tried. Her eyes were all dried up after the last set of uncontrollable sobs. Randy stroked her hair gently, relieved she was all cried out.

"Trish?"

"Hmmmm?" She hummed sorrowfully.

"I'm going to take you back to my hotel room. Okay?" He stated slowly. Trish nodded absentmindedly, resting her head on the back of the seat. Randy put the car in gear and drove off.

Back at Randy's hotel room Trish lay on the couch, her hand over her head. A headache was coming up. She could feel it. Randy sat down near her feet, massaging her cold legs. She breathed a sigh of despair and uncovered her eyes. She looked down at the end of the couch at Randy and smiled weakly.

"Thanks Randy. For everything." Trish muttered inappreciation. Randy nodded.

"No problem." He responded. Trish closed her tired, dried out eyes and sighed deeply.

"What about Stacy?"

"What about her?" This question had caught him off guard.

"Where's she? Remember the last time she caught us together?" Trish asked, sitting up. Randy tried to push her back down but she was too stubborn.

"Yeah, but she's already on her way back to Baltimore. I put her on a plane before going to see you." He stated, turning her around. He began to massage her shoulders and neck. A small, pleasurable moan escaped from Trish's lips as he hit that spot that was really tensed up. He worked on it, leaning in closer towards her. Trish closed her eyes at the feeling of his hot breath on her neck and half expected him to stop there. But instead his lips touched her cold skin and she jumped slightly. Randy sucked on her neck before making his way up to right behind earlobe where her sensitive spot was.

"Randy..." Trish pleaded as he nipped at it. "What are you trying to do?" She asked.

There was no response. Yet she didn't want him to stop. He had stopped rubbing her neck and moved his hand down to her lower back where he massaged it. Trish let another moan escape from her petite body, shivering with delight. She never knew that on the day her best friend was buried that she'd have sexual feelings for Randy. Trish spun around and her mouth met his in a deep kiss. Randy's arms automatically went around her waist and pulled her to him. Randy picked her up and carried her to the bed where he laid her down gently. He laid ontop of her, the kiss deepening as his tongue gained entry into her warm mouth. Randy's hands grasped the bottom of her black dress and moved his hands up under it and to her thighs where he caressed them gently. Trish groaned softly before undoing his belt buckle quickly. She flung it out of his pants and threw it somewhere in the room. Randy broke the kiss and hastily pulled her dress over her head and discarded it to the floor.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" He asked her, looking deep into her brown eyes. Trish nodded and brought his head down to hers, kissing him deeply. Maybe she just needed comfort or maybe the feelings for Randy had resurfaced. Whether it was either of them Trish needed this. For her own good.

Trish moaned his name loudly as she got to her high and felt him grow then release. He yelled her name in ecstacy.Randy fell onto her gently and rolled off, discarding the protection. Their bodies lay sweaty next to each others. Before any words were said they needed to take a shower. Trish and Randy walked into the bathroom where Trish turned on the water. They finally got into the shower where they took turns washing each other's bodies and hair. After their shower they climbed into bed in their pajamas and Trish snuggled close to Randy. His arms went around her instantly, wanting to make her feel safe.

"Randy..."

"Yeah?" He responded groggily.

"Thank you." She whispered. Randy nodded and kissed her forehead. He fell asleep while Trishlay there, thinking about her day. She missed Adam a lot and knew no one could erase him from her memory. Never. She then thought about what had just happened. Maybe it was out of pure comfort for both of them. Or maybe it was because they actually did have feelings for each other. She finally fell asleep after shrugging everything off of her shoulders for the day. She knew tomorow she'd have to face the facts of what had happened so recently in her life but it wasn't worrying her one bit right at the moment.

A/N: A bit of smut in this chapter! But at least I didn't describe it. Whatever, I did this really fast and I'm so sorry it's another sad chapter but turns out to be happy in the end. I promise the next chapter will be happier! I'll have another update soon! R & R, please!