Trish woke up a little confused at her current surroundings, looking at the older Victorian age walls that were painted a pale green, she wondered where she was. Shane stood at the window looking out at the night sky in all it's beauty, the stars were out and perfectly visible from this bedroom window. He turned to check on his fallen diva and saw she was awake and staring up at him.

"Are you alright?" He asked coming to sit down on the bed next to her. The bed groaned withthe adding pressure and he swung a knee up on the edge to keep from losing his balance.

"I'm okay." She said sitting up with a slight groan. Her hand went to her head inan effort to relax her throbbing headache.

"You mind telling me what's going on, I followed you back to the house and saw you two arguing and then him try to hit you. I just lost it...I mean he's always so violent, I didn't like it when he did it to Mom and it's not right of him to do it to you too." He said suddenly embarrassed at his admission. He stood to look out the window once again to avoid eye contact with her beautiful brown orbs.

"Shane, I really can't talk about it..." She said hugging her knees to her chest and wrapping her arms around them in a protective defense.

"Okay...Well, we got work out a plan here, He's going to find us here eventually and we have to get my Mom before he does something to her in retaliation." Shane motioned, starting to pack up some of his clothes from the closet. Trish shook her head in acknowledgement, moving her legs from under the blanket and swinging them over the side of the soft cover.

"Okay, I'll help you but after that..." She started to explain her plan when he put his hand up in defense to stop her.

"I know, you disappear..."Shane said not looking up but continuing in his effort to get everything he thought he would need for a while into his duffle bag.

"Shane, why did you follow me?" She asked, realizing what kind of risk he took to help her out. He blow the entire plan they worked for months to plan.

"I thought you might need my help..."He avoided eye contact again, intent on his mission to get them out of the house fast.

"Thank you.." Trish whispered with sincerity, going to the window to have a moment of peace to herself.

"Trish, I know how my Father can be, you don't need to thank me. I shouldn't have brought you into this in the first place, you probably should have just left the first time he embarrassed you on national tv...but I guess we're in this together now.." Shane laughed at the irony of the situation.

"I guess we are." Trish laughed for the first time that day, rubbing her upper arms with her hands to get rid of the chill she felt creeping up her spine.

"Partners?" Shane asked coming to stand next to her and holding out his hand in a stern fashion. Trish smiled, her eyes sparkling in the moonlight with happiness,

"Partners." She said taking his hand in her own. She felt the weight of baring her turmoil on her own lift as he smiled back. They stared at each other for a long moment before Trish's smile fading to one of green sickness. She jolted for the bathroom at top speed, almost knocking Shane out of the way.

Shane watched her go, confusion marking his face. He stepped towards the door, a timid ness to knock, he leaned his ear against the heavy wood and heard her throw up.

"Are you okay?" He yelled into her, his voice shaking with confusion.

"Fine.." She yelled back out before throwing up again with a cough.

"Okay..."He said sitting down on the bed to wait for her to emerge from the bathroom. He laced his fingers together and stared at the bathroom door. She emerged, looking slightly flushed from losing everything she'd ate in the last 24 hours. His face showed concern she was glad to have for the first time in a long time. He moved from the end of the bed and motioned for her to sit. She was back asleep before her head hit the pillow. Shane stared down at her, his eyes showing the feelings he couldn't express to her before he leaned down and covered her with the blanket, moving to sit in the chair to watch over her. His eyelids felt heavy, he hadn't slept in 16 hours and before he could stop his thinking, he felt sleep overtake him.

He readjusted for the 100th time that night in the uncomfortable chair he'd chosen, silently watching over her as she sleep the time away. His eyes ended up staring at Trish in her peaceful slumber and he sighed with discord, crossing his arms over his chest. His Father never deserved her, he didn't deserve his Mother either. His Father was the lowest form of scum on the planet.

Shane had decided it would be better if he stayed with her, in case something happened during the night. As he was thinking this a small rattle on the iron gate just outside his window told him there could be trouble brewing. he heard a sound outside the window, leaves rattling. Shane stood up and looked out on the grounds of his large house, seeing only the reflective pool staring back at him. There was something moving below the window, just outside of his view and then he saw a red light shine at him a moment before a pop told him something had been fired. He duck just before the window exploded into pieces. Shane dove on Trish to shield her from the glass, as she was startled awake.

"What's going on?" She asked as Shane moved to get up and grabbed her wrist to put her from the bed. He didn't say a word, until she stopped the window knowing they needed to move quickly. She grabbed her shoes from the floor as Shane grabbed his bag and they moved towards the door in a hurried pace. He opened the door slowly and peaked out before opening it farther to squeeze out down the hall. Shane looked back at Trish, coming to a stop at the end of the hall and silently told her to follow his lead. She shook her head as they moved towards the stairs. He looked around the corner and saw more red lasers downstairs, moving about the kitchen in a sweeping fashion. Damn, the front stairs wouldn't be an option either. He motioned for her to move back towards the bedroom, placing his arm on her upper arm in a calming fashion to push her back into the open door. They turned and a man broke through the hall window causing glass to fly at him. Trish screamed with pure terror watching Shane hit the guy with his bag, knocking him down before following Trish into one of the empty guest bedroom.

"What are we going to do?" Trish asked gripping her stomach, her protectiveness kicking into high gear. Shane walked to the balcony and opened the doors looking out at the yard below.

"It looks like their in the house but there might still be some outside." He threw his bag to the ground before swinging over to the garden climber and beginning to climb down. He jumped with 3 feet left to go and looked around before motioning for Trish to come too.

"I can't..."Trish said nervously, backing away from the open doors.

"Come on..."He whispered to her, motioning for her to follow.

"I can't..."She said a little louder.

"Why not?" He asked a little confused. She was after all Trish Stratus, she didn't fear anything.

"I just can't." She said going back in the room.

"Trish...Trish!" He yelled a little louder again. "Damn it!" He said running to the garage and throwing his bag in the explorer before returning with a ladder.

"Trish?" He yelled up, there was no answer. He began to climb back up when he heard a struggle going on. A man in a black mask had Trish from behind and had his hand over her mouth to kept her from screaming. Shane crept silently back onto the balcony, his feet touching the hard pavement with a click.

"Shut up!" The man said with a grunt, completely distracted by the struggling Trish in his arms. She fought against him, turning his back to the open balcony doors. Shane crept in, grabbing a vase from the dresser and hit the man over the head, knocking him to the door with a resounding thud.

"Shane!" Trish exclaimed jumping up into his arms. He hugged her close before realizing they were still in danger of being caught or worse.

"Should we see who it is?" He asked. He bent over and pulled the mask from the man's head to reveal Stone Cold Steve Austin.

"What the hell?" Shane exclaimed trying to figure out why Austin would be helping his Father.

"Shane, we have to go." She said pulling him towards the door.

"It's too dangerous that way." He said pulling her towards the balcony. "We have to go this way!" He climbed on to the ladder, motioning again for her to follow.

Trish was unsure at first before she climbed on, the latter option a worse fate.

"Don't let me fall." She whimpered to Shane as he reached the ground, planting both feet firmly on the grass. He reached up for her as she met his hands and he brought her to him, carrying her to the garage and putting her in the car.

"We got to go..." He said speeding out of the driveway before any of the men could come from the house at the sound of the revving engine.

"Are you alright, he didn't hurt you did he?" Shane asked, concern marking his husky out of breathe voice.

"No, no.. I'll be fine." She said looking out the window before placing a hand on her stomach.

"What was that back there, not wanting to climb down the fencing?" He asked, she'd been asking strange all night and if was going to protect her he needed to know what was going on with her.

"I...I have a fear of heights.." She thought fast, she really didn't want to risk the life of her baby. Her baby, not Vince's. She was sort of getting used to the idea of having the baby. Shane interrupted her thoughts.

"Oh, I wasn't aware you had one.." He said a bit suspicious. She shook her head.

"Yep, have since I was a kid." She said shaking her head. "Where are we going?" She asked changing the subject.

"I'm not sure, we can't leave until morning because we can't get my Mom until then..." He said, his breathe returning to normal. Trish shook her head.

"I guess we should check into a hotel room for the night then?" She asked

"Yeah, Yeah, I guess that's the best idea." He said finding the nearest motel and getting a room. Trish waited in the car as he got the key and got back in, driving around the back. They parked in front of one of the rooms and got out. Shane opened the door and set his bag down. The room was not big at all and there was one bed. Trish looked at Shane.

"It was the last room they had, you can take the bed." He said walking to the bathroom.

"Where are you going to sleep?" She asked, resting her head in her hands as she sat at the end of the bed.

"I'll sleep on the floor, it's not a problem." He said taking blankets and an extra pillow out of the closet. He set up a bed on the floor as Trish laid down on the bed. She stared at the ceiling for a moment and then sat up.

"Shane, this isn't going to work..." She said

"What the plan?" He asked

"No, I can't sleep when you sleeping on the floor, it's bad enough I kicked you out of your own bed at your own house but you saved me back there and I can't let you sleep on the floor. I'll sleep on the floor.." She started getting on the floor with him.

"No, Trish, this is stupid, you take the bed.." Shane started, pushing her back towards the empty bed.

"No, Shane, you take the bed.."

"Trish.."

"Shane..."

"Fine, but I'm only taking it because I'm extremely tired and I don't want to argue..."Shane said getting up and flopping on the bed in a heap. Trish adjusted but couldn't get comfortable on the floor. After a few rolls, Shane saw her moving but knew she was too stubborn to say anything. He waited until she was just about asleep and picked her up gently, laying her back on the bed. He looked down at her a moment then moved to walk away.

"Shane..." Trish's hand shot out to his hand from the soft bed spread. "Please don't leave.." She said holding on with all her might.

"Trish, You take the bed, it's not that big of a deal.." He started

"No, stay with me...Will you hold me?" She asked. He looked at her a little surprised and then shook his head okay. Trish moved over and Shane crawled into the bed with her, wrapping a protective arm around her waist, pulling her close to his chest. Her hair smelling of lavender and Shane took in the scene, closing his eyes against it. She let her head relax in the groove of his neck, hugging him to her, what she wouldn't have done to go back a few months and choose him over his Father. She looked up at him to see if he was asleep but he stared back at her, his eyes searching of what she was about to say.

"Shane, Thanks for saving me again...you seem to be doing that a lot lately." She laughed. He laughed a little.

"Trish, any man would have..."He said trying not to let on his growing attraction to her.

"I know but I'm kind of glad it was you." She said with a little blush. He smiled, leaning in to kiss her. Trish let his lips meet hers and they kissed for a minute before Trish backed off,

"Shane, can we just be friends...I...I really don't need to get involved with another McMahon." Her eyes moving down to look away. Shane shook his head silently.

"I understand.." He said quietly, although he was dying on the inside, how many times did he have to get the let's just be friends speech. He sighed stroking her head as she dozed off to sleep. He'd be up for the rest of the night, he just knew it.