The only hint of coloring that could be seen shining up the room was the bright bluish green emitting from the television, covering parts of the walls randomly around the living room.

The occasional flashes from the lightening helped brighten up the room even more, but all was lost on the person currently occupying the black leather couch in front of the television who was deeply dozed off.

If one was to guess they would probably say this guy was a heavy sleeper but then if they were to have seen him in any type of loud storm or whatnot they wouldn't have had to guess.

A loud crash of thunder sounded booming around the house the noise causing the house to jerk a little and Hunter groaned turning on the small couch to get even more room to sleep finding it physical impossible not to long after, he growled jumping up off the couch.

Well, there went his peace and quiet. He had been asleep.

The thunder rumbled again and Hunter got up dragging over towards his kitchen to get something to drink but before he could even barely reach his destination the phone rang jarring him out of his dazed wake completely.

"Who the hell..." Before he could even finish his sentence the phone rang again and he shook his head.

'Better to check it out than complain' He thought as he turned to look at the table a few steps back.

The phone rang about two more times before Hunter rushed over nearly knocking both the table and phone to the floor in such a hurry.

"Hello.." He grumbled making his over to his loveseat.

"Paul? Paul is that you?"

Startled Triple H pulled the receiver out in front of him staring at it for a moment or two before bringing it back to his ear to listen in on the person currently speaking.

"...so great! I can't believe this! How are you?"

There were only a select few who called him by his real name and beyond that there were only a few who continued to speak even after they haven't been spoken to.

To put it very simply people outside of wrestling only called him Paul (Cause that's pretty much all they knew him as) and to narrow it down and make it real easy his sister was always the one to call and act like she hadn't heard from people in ages.

"Lynn? Um..hey..How's it going"

With her ear placed firmly to the door Trish listened in on some conversation Triple H was having with some girl named Lynn and sighed.

What was this? Forget about Trish week?

Five days and the former champ was just sitting up there doing only god knows what, leaving her down here to do nothing but come up with all kinds of different ways she'd kick his ass when she escaped.

Oh..Oh yeah. There was everything a person could ask for in a house such as a television with cable and even some exercise equipment. She had everything. Hell! There was even an old arcade game but this..this no show crap was getting her no where.

Hell...She was getting so desperate she might just have to have a try at picking locks or something.

Sitting here waiting for Hunter to show up and allow her to make an attempt at escaping was turning out to be useless.

'Why hadn't he shown up at all today?'

He sure was making a record. Half a week? What could be so important that he wouldn't even think of checking up on her.

For all he knew she could be long gone and planning with her friends for revenge.

Trish scoffed.

Not likely.

A clap of thunder rumbled throughout the house startling Trish into the far right corner of the bed closest to the wall.

Ok.

Storms...Not really on her list of things to like.

Wait a minute! That was it!

Now was a better time than any other and since she was fresh out of ideas why the hell not?

Jumping up off of the bed Trish dared to make her way across the basement floor.

More thunder.

Retracing her steps quicker than you can say 'Jimmy' Trish was was sitting firmly on the bed once more, legs crossed neatly Indian style.

'Maybe..Maybe after the storm cools down a little.' She thought resting her head on the cool wall beside her little bed.

"So little brother you'll never believe what I called for!"

"Oh.." Hunter shrugged even though he knew his sister wouldn't be able to see him. "I don't know..to tell me mom and dad miss me and wonder why I haven't been by in quite some time..and to drop only god knows what other big bomb it is, on me."

"Well," His sister dragged out before laughing nervously. "Not exactly."

"What is it then," Hunter asked a small knot formed itself in pit of his stomach at the sound of her voice.

"I..um..we..well..ha! I don't know how to put it."

The little lump that had threatened to emerge inside of his throat also decided to make it's presence known at the moment.

This wasn't good.

"Lynn," Hunter cut in to his sister tirade. "What is it?"

"I.." She started.

"And don't say I can't tell you or it's nothing because you never were a very good liar. I can hear it in your voice."

There was a moment of silence before Hunter's sister decided to speak. Probably trying to piece together what needed to be said..analyze her wording. "I..Well.."

"Yeah," Hunter urged.

"Well...Guess who's come-"

Knock-Knock-Knock

"Hu..Wha.."

"What was that?"

Knock-Knock-Knock

"The hell if I know..It's probably Trish."

"What? Who's Trish?"

'Damn!' Hunter closed his eyes tightly placing his head into his unoccupied hand, shaking it. "No one...Trish is no one. I'm just talking is all. Continue."

"Ok. But who's Trish," His sister interrogated once more.

"No one. Just tell me what was it was you were-"

Knock-Knock-Knock

'What is that noise!' "Hold on.."

"I'll be right here and you will tell who this mystery woman is little bro."

Rolling his eyes Hunter stood up, placing his phone down on the table, but not before pushing the mute button on the said item and stretched a little.

Guess he had to check on her sometime didn't he?

Some things couldn't be better left alone..

"What do you think is taking him so long," The young man asked staring at the guy beside him. "You'd think he'd want some company what with him being coped up in his house all the time and whatnot."

The other shrugged. "Don't know..Try again."

Scratch-Scratch-Scratch

This was ridiculous!

Normally in the shows the door would've popped open by now.

But to no avail did this one budge.

"Stupid card!" Trish yelled just as she heard a crack. Pulling out her piece of the credit card currently in her small hand she growled.

Credit be damned! "I was planning on canceling anyway!"

Footsteps were heard descending down some steps and Trish frowned.

The steps stopped and her frown grew grim. About damn-

BAM

The next thing Trish knew she was propped firmly against the wall behind the door, the door inches away from her face (Which had been hit by the way) and being looked down at by none other than a surprised Hunter.

"What the hell," Trish shrieked

"I don't know," Hunter yelled back his eyes just as wide as Trish's if not wider. "What were you doing back behind the door?"

"I uh..I um..I was..ugh.." Trish stopped in mid sentence as her nose started to throb a little. "You hit me! I can not believe you hit me," She yelled going to stand up.

If it wasn't for Hunter, Trish would have probably fell backwards straight down the steps because as she struggled to stand Hunter found himself reaching out to steady Trish just as she reached forward grabbing one of his forearms.

"I'm sorry..I didn't mean to..I..I..I didn't know," The former champ struggled to get out as helped the injured diva straighten looping an arm around her waist.

Trish groaned pinching the top of her nose with both her thumb and index finger. "O..K." She swayed a little and 'The Game' pulled her close.

"I um..I..Did I just hear correctly?"

"What?"

"Did you just apologize to me," Trish asked opening her closed eyes to stare into the brown ones looking right back at her.

Suddenly the close proximity they created was a big deal.

The small diva tried to disentangle herself from her and Hunter's embrace.

Why were all of their recently conversations ending up completely disturbing?

Her current goal (You know..the one were she tried to move away from Hunter. Nods Yeah..that one) proved to be crazy on her account because Trish all but found herself sprawled onto Hunter's chest full on and she groaned burying her face into him. "Ugh..."

Maybe if she just told herself that this wasn't real and that this would never happen it would just disappear.

Right? Right!

Wrong.

"Um.." Hunter shook his head trying to straighten Trish to a stand. "What the-" Were the only two words he managed to get out before Trish smacked right back down onto him. "Trish?"

No answer.

"Trish," He tried again more urgently.

"Mmm," She mumbled.

"What are you do-"

"Sooo sleepy.."

"Trish no!" Hunter yelled. "Don't fall asleep on me!"

That did it.

Trish jerked grabbing her forehead. "Nice thinking.."She mumbled. "Yell at a hurt person why don't ya!"

"Well...I just wanted to make sure you kept awake a little before you attempting to fall asleep. I think you might have a slight concussion."

"Oh-Kay.."

"..and..and I didn't want you on me," He finished off lamely brushing himself off.

"Hold me," Trish moaned.

"What!"

She toppled forward for the third time that night and Hunter growled.

"This is ridiculous! We've been trying for a good fifteen minutes! What person tries to get a person to answer a door for a good fifteen minutes!"

"The hell if I know. Try again."

"You try! My hand's getting tired. Maybe..maybe he's not even here man!"

"Nonsense. He's here. I know he is. Look in the driveway."

"Ooh wow...I guess that means he's home or maybe, maybe he has more than one car stupid!"

"Don't call me stupid, rookie!"

"Look who's talking! You're a freaking rookie yourself, rookie!" The youngest of the two men arguing spoke up going to put the older one into a side headlock.

"Children..Children please,"Ric cut in grabbing both Randy Orton and Dave Batista by their shirt collars pulling them apart. "You guys are acting completely immature! Must I do everything myself!" He asked moving between the two planting himself in front of the door.

Both pulled back quickly and Dave shook his head straightening his shirt. "I don't know how I let myself get pulled into his immature little games," He mumbled. "Sorry man."

Randy opened his mouth to apologize to Flair but upon hearing what Dave had to say shoved the other man into the brick wall beside the doorway. "Hey! You're immature too!"

"Whatever man," Batista shook his head his eyes showing way to what was going to be a big smile. "Whatever.."

"You are," Randy yelled.

Ric shook his head before reaching up to pound on the door in front of him. "Champ! Let us in! We know you're in there. Champ..Champ?"

"Really..I'm telling you..I'm fine..really," Trish muttered half yelled. "I don't need you baby-sitting me!"

"I'm not baby-sitting you," Hunter came back with a half mutter-half yell of his own. "I'm just making sure I didn't really do that bad of damage to ya," He said as his hand with the wet cloth in it slowly moved around her face, specifically around her nose area.

Turns out he had done more damage than he thought.

The two watched each other for a moment before Trish spoke up again. "Get out."

"What?"

"I said get out Hunter," Trish whispered lashing her arm out to point to the door. "Out."

"But..."

"No," Trish replied. "Out."

Ok..One nice deed from him and he was getting punished for it!

Well, fine! See if he cared.

Hunter shot up stalking over to the sink in the room placing the towel down onto it slowly.

Forget her!

..What was her problem anyway?

Trish closed her eyes sighing.

She didn't want to think different, she couldn't think different because she knew better. Triple H...or better yet..no..um..no she didn't know Paul Levesque but um..Triple H was no man to be trusted. He was a bad one, someone who used others to his advantage. He was not nice, he never helped. He just couldn't be seen differently.

Shit! Why was she feeling like this. People couldn't change. They never changed.

She refused to like him..even slightly. That went beyond everything.

He watched her as he passed by, silently fuming to himself.

This girl was like hot and cold. He never could tell ..anything with her. Anything!

Why couldn't he just leave already? It would make things so much easier.

Hunter was up the stairs in no time flat before he turned to look at the diva again.

And to think he actually felt guilty for hitting her.

"Don't fall asleep, at least for a few more hours anyway," He snapped before opening the door in front of him shooting through it.

Forget the visiting. She didn't want him down here anymore. She didn't want this anymore.

She had to get out of here...and fast!

The three looked at each other giving a quick nod.

"One, Two, Three!"

The door went shooting inward banging against the front hallway and everybody jumped.

"Oh shit! We're going to be in deep crap for that one," Randy whispered admiring what him, Ric and Dave did as they all quietly crept into 'The Game's' house.

He laughed a little and Dave groaned rolling his eyes. "Shut up Randy!"

"You shut up dude!"

"No..I mean shut up. For all we know Hunter could be somewhere in this dark hallway."

"But..Oh right." Randy nodded.

"What the.." 'The Game' went rigid, his eyes going wide. "I couldn't have been hearing things that time. Did you hear that?"

"Uh..Yeah. I heard that. What the hell is going on over there Mikey?"

H's eyes narrowed but before he could answer a crash sounded in his front hall followed by a laugh.

"I think I'll have to catch back up with you Lynn."

"Ok..but make sure to call me back with details."

"Will do," H nodded clicking the off button on the phone slowly setting it down.

Did people seriously have death wishes these days or what?

"Damn man..Are you like a complete klutz or something?"

"Randy," Batista growled.

"I uh..I'm sorry. I just find you growling at me completely funny seeing as how you're on the floor covered in furry animal skins and potting soil," He remarked hunching over to catch his breath from laughing so hard.

"Who the hell do you think you guys are," Triple H yelled as he slowly stalked down the hallway baseball bat in hand.

"Oh shit man," Randy shrieked ducking behind Flair.

"Did you really think you could break and enter a wrestler's house and not suffer the repercussions!"

"'Game' is that you?" Ric asked.

"I have every right to beat the..what?"

"It's us H. Ric, Randy and Dave."

"What," Triple H asked again.

"It's.." Flair looked around the darkened room coming across the lamp directly above the fallen Batista and reached over turning it on. "..us."

"Jesus!" 'The Game' yelled coming across well...the fallen Batista.

"Sorry," He mumbled trying to stand up.

"What happened to you," Triple H asked.

"That happened," Batista pointed to the hidden Randy just as he peeked his head over Flair's shoulder.

"It wasn't my fault he got in the way," Randy exclaimed shaking his head frantically. "Really. Damn, you scared the crap out of us Triple!"

"I scared the crap out of you guys? I scared the crap out of you!"

"Champ..Champ. Really," Flair tried to reason with the man placing his hands up innocently. "We just came over here to drag you out to party. We figured you needed some fun."

Hunter shrugged throwing the bat to the side. "I guess so.."

"Good then it's settled," Randy ran up to Triple H's side patting him on the back. I'm sure there are plenty of pretty little honeys out tonight," He tried.

Hunter shrugged again.

Batista held out a random jacket, that had at one time fallen on him, to the man, shrugging himself. "They talked me into it," He simply said.

"I see.."

"Ok," Randy yelled clasping his hands together. "Onward!"

Everyone moved toward the door.

"You guys are going to pay for that you know," Triple H shook his head as he studied his opened door once they stepped out of the house.

"Yeah.." "We know," Flair finished.

A few punches to the little machine by the door starting up the security system and a little flick of the wrist to the doorknob closing the house up and they were gone.

He stepped off of the plane letting a small smirk light up his face.

Lucky he had landed today. The storm still hadn't let up and he had no clue when it would.

Of all the places he could have thought of this was the last one his list to worry about.

He didn't know why...

He never really thought Triple H would stoop this low. Ever.

But then again..

Kidnapping?

As soon as he heard the word Hunter he just knew that was were Trish was, the WWE's Trish, his precious Trish.

Ah.

With a little stretch Bubba moved forward shaking his head, the smirk still attached to his face.

And rightfully so.

And he thought he could win?

Not by a long shot.

Coming across the luggage carrier Bubba laughed.

'Prepare to go down Hunter. Prepare to go down..'

The thunder let out a clap full notch but that did little to detour Trish this time.

She'd be damned if she'd let that stop her this time.

The sound of a small crack reached her ears and she almost did a little dance.

It was working...it was really working!

She kicked again. Another crack, this one bigger.

She stopped for a moment.

OK. She had to focus. She had to make this one matter because if she kicked just right the door would go crashing down.

She needed it to go down. She was ready to leave.

Closing her eyes Trish took in a deep breath slowly turning her body to the side. Maybe a good chick kick...

All of a sudden her leg shot out and..

Ccccrrrraak. BANG

The door was down.

Trish let out the breath she didn't even realize she was holding in and just stood there.

Home Sweet Home..

Here she comes!

TBC...

AND I AM BACK! Yea! I've been wanting to get back to this thing for so long!