Sorry for the lack of updates lately. This past Saturday was my 16th birthday, so needless to say I was really busy with a party and everything but here's two more chapters and I'm really glad that so many people reviewed this past chapter. Keep those reviews comin!

Chapter Forty-Three: Jessica's P.O.V.

The next morning, I woke up to the shower running down the hall. I looked out the window to see that it was still raining. I sat up in bed and wrapped the sheet securely around me. I could smell Dave's cologne on the covers and pillows. I sat, thinking bout the night before, how gentle Dave had been with me.

"Hey, Beautiful," Dave interrupted my thoughts.

I looked up to find only a towel around his waist.

"You just love to tease me, don't you?" I asked him as he sat on the bed.

"I'd say you're the one teasing me, sitting here with just that sheet covering you."

"I don't know about you, but I don't like being a tease," I told him and crawled across the bed and took my place on his lap, the sheet still around me.

"Whether you like it or not, you're being one," he smiled.

I returned the smile and ran my fingers through his damp hair before softly kissing his lips. I could feel his hands tugging at the sheet, but I wouldn't let him pull it off. I knew if I did, we'd never make it to the airport on time.

"Sorry, Dave," I said, pulling away. "But we've got a flight to catch."

He sighed in disappointment. "Tonight?" he asked, hopefully.

"We'll see."

We arrived at LAX in Los Angeles later that day and were greeted by Paul, Ric, and to my surprise, Randy. His nose was still a little swollen but otherwise he looked okay.

"Hey, big man. How's it goin?" Paul asked once we reached them.

"Pretty good. Glad to be back," Dave replied, putting his arm around my waist.

"I'm going to go get my luggage," I told him.

As I was walking away, I heard my name mentioned. "Is that Jessie?" Paul asked. "Because it sure as hell doesn't look like her."

No, I didn't look the same as the last time I saw Trips. I was in baggy jeans and a plain white tee. Now, I wore a bright pink over-the-shoulder top that ended right above my newly pierced belly button.

I was struggling with my luggage when a hand grabbed it for me. "Thanks Da…" I said, turning around, expecting to see Dave. But it wasn't.

Randy's dark blue eyes were staring back into mine. From far away, he looked alright but a closer look told me he hadn't gotten sleep in some time.

"I need to talk to you. Soon," he told me before carrying my bags out to the awaiting limo.

What could Randy possible have to talk to me about?

"Hey are you okay?" Dave asked, walking up to me.

"Yeah, I'm fine," I answered with a smile.

"Good. We'd better get out to the limo before the guys leave us."

The whole ride to the hotel, I tried to read Randy's expressions, but his eyes stayed focused on the moving scenery. He was awfully quiet and that just wasn't right for Randy.

We dropped our luggage off at the hotel and then headed to the arena to get ready for that night's house show.

"My first night back and they give me a monster like Kane. Damn," Dave said, looking at the lineup for the night. "I'm going to go get ready. Meet me down in catering at 7:00 okay?"

"Alright," I said as he kissed the top of my head. "Be careful."

"I will," he told me and walked down the hall.

I began wandering around the halls, like I had always done, and eventually got bored of that and went to catering. I looked around to see the majority of the wrestlers in there, sitting with their own little cliques.

Shelton Benjamin, Booker T and Chris Jericho were all having a good laugh at one table.

The next was Trish Stratus, Victoria and Molly Holly, chatting away.

After that, a table of three. Jason Reso, Stacy Keibler and Adam Copeland. Jay and Stacy were immersed in conversation while Adam just sat on the sidelines. I briefly thought about going to him and trying to talk things out, but decided against it when his eyes made contact with mine. He was still hurt by what I had said. I would be too if I were him.

I tore my eyes away from his and continued to look around. My eyes fell on a lonesome figure in the very back with his head down on the table.

I walked to the table and say across from Randy.

"Go away," he muttered, not raising his head.

"You're the one who said you needed to talk to me," I told him.

He lifted his head and made eye contact with me. "Sorry, I'm just tired."

"I can tell. Now, what did you need?"

"I need a favor, Jessica. A big one."

I cringed when he said my full name but didn't say anything about it. "Does this have anything to do with Dave?"

"Ye…No, it doesn't. It has to do with a storyline."

I looked at him skeptically. He had almost said yes. But I ignored it. "Whose storyline?"

"Mine. I want to be involved with Stacy," ha told me.

"Really? Why?"

"I really like her, but I know she wouldn't even give me the time of day because I'm in Evolution."

"So you think that putting her into a storyline with you will make her like you?" I questioned.

"Well, I figured maybe if we spent some time together she might see the real me and not my Evolution persona."

"But aren't they one in the same?"

"Not anymore. I found out that that wasn't the right way to live. And believe me, I've been catching hell for it from Paul and Ric. So, will you help me?"

"I don't really know, Randy. Why should I help you when you've done nothing but try to intimidate me?"

"Listen, I know we've had our confrontations but I know now that I was wrong to do all of that. Right now all I'm asking for is your forgiveness and your help. Please."

"How do I know you're not just using me?"

"Because I've changed. You should understand that. You're a totally different person now than when you left with Dave. People change."

"You don't have to tell me twice, Randy," I began and then paused for a moment. "It might take a while but I'll see what I can do."