Characters; Chris Irvine(Jericho), Trish Stratus, other members of Fozzy, and a few other people from WWE
Disclaimer; Unfortunately for me, I own no one that you recognize. I wouldn't mind owning Chris, so if any of you do own him, and would like to sell him..:) You know who to contact.
Summary; Chris Irvine is leaving wrestling to go on tour with his band Fozzy. Could a week away take a toll on the relationship with the one person he ever loved?

It was well past midnight, the night before he had to leave for Australia. His tour with Fozzy was kicking off, and he, Chris Irvine had to catch a plane the following morning at 5:30. His eyes moved from his notebook to the sleeping woman beside him. His girlfriend. The one person that remained true to him after his decision to take an extended break from wrestling. There was Jay, and Adam and a few other guys in the back, but the one that meant most to him was that of Trish Stratus. Leaning down to press a kiss to her forehead, he let his lips linger or a bit. He was definitely going to miss the late night talks they'd shared, even if it were only for a week. Of course, she'd offered to go with him, but he would have none of it. She was set to return back to the ring shortly, after four months of being away.

Finally after procrastinating sleep for about an hour, he turned off the lamp from the bedside tables, and snuggled beneath the comforter, spooning behind Trish. In the morning, he'd remember to tell her how much he loved her. He hadn't done it enough in the past few weeks, and with everything going on lately, she needed a reminder that she did have someone who truly cared. After a little while, he drifted into a deep sleep, not noticing a pair of brown eyes were looking back over her shoulder. She leaned back and pressed a kiss to his nose, and returned to her slumber.

A few hours later the alarm clock began ringing and the elder blonde Canadian rolled onto his side to shut it off. He'd finished his packing the night before, so he didn't have to worry about rushing around and finding the remnants of his clothing in the hotel room. Softly, he rolled out of the bed, careful not to wake Trish, and strolled into the bathroom to shower. After a fifteen minute shower, he dressed, and walked back out into the bedroom to see a groggy Trish sitting up and grinning at him.

"Good morning, beautiful!"

"Mornin', how'd you sleep?"

"Well, it was okay. I'm going to miss waking up to your smile every morning."

"Chris, it's only a week."

"Yeah, I know, but a week is a long time." He yawned and walked over to the edge of the bed, sitting down. "A long time without you, that's for sure."

"You're such a silly boy. There's the phone, and there is the computer, I do have an e-mail."

"I know, I know." She leaned over, and pressed her lips to his. "Now woman, get out of bed and into that shower, before I have to take you out of this bed myself and get you in there."

She giggled, and kissed him again, then got up off the bed to head towards the bathroom. At the door she paused, and turned around to him. "You know, it wouldn't kill you to take another shower, would it?"

"Get in the damn shower! If I join you, I'll miss my flight...and the one after that."

At the Airport

"American Airlines, flight 543, destination Melbourne, Australia now boarding." The message repeated over the airports PA system once more as Chris and Trish made their way towards the gate. Chris's fellow band mates had already arrived and were waiting for him to get there before boarding the plane. Trish stopped a few feet away from the band, and tugged on her boyfriends arm, signaling for him to stop as well. She threw her arms around his neck, and pulled him closely to her, drinking in his scent. Softly, she nuzzled her nose into his neck, and choked back the tears forming behind her eyelids.

"Sweetheart," he cooed. He felt the wetness forming on his shoulder, and entwined his fingers in her hair. "It's only one week. 7 days."

"But what if I return in the week you're gone? I want you to be there!"

He brought her hand to his chest, covering his heart. "I'll be with you right here, okay? Don't worry, you'll be fine without me. Have the girls take you out for a few nights on the town." He grabbed his wallet and pulled out his credit card, "..On me."

She stood on her tiptoes and pressed her lips slightly to his. "Have fun, Baby. And don't fall in love with any Aussie's, got it?"

"I don't think that's a possibility, but I'll try not to."

"Final boarding call for Flight 543, this is the final boarding call."

"Bye, Sweetie. I'll miss you." With one last kiss, and a gentle squeeze, he left her standing with tears streaming down her face, and his credit card in one hand, a single red rose in the other. She waited until she could no longer see him before turning around and heading back towards the parking garage. If there were ever a time in her life when a week seemed like an eternity, it was now.

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