Chapter 12

Trish sat silently in the dark, watching Dave sleep. The door to the balcony was open, allowing the cool breeze to roll in. For early January, it was a surprisingly warm evening. She pulled her knees up into her chest. For such an emotionally and physically charged day, sleep was one thing she should have no trouble doing. However, there she sat, wide awake, mind running in overtime, watching the man whom she cared so much about, sleep through one hell of a headache.

After tonight, there were so many things left to question. First and foremost on that list was her alliance with Evolution. When she originally agreed to join them, her reasoning was for protection. Protection from losing her title. And what happened this evening? She lost her title to Lita no thanks to interference from Jericho. And where was Evolution? No where to be found. Granted, she could only hope that Dave would have been by her side had his head not been pounded by a steel chair. He was stuck in the back with the EMT's while her match took place. They were checking for possible concussions.

Thank God he didn't have one. Then he would have had to go to the Emergency Room. That wouldn't have made for a fun night. But where was the rest of Evolution? Did they all have to be by Dave's side? Couldn't one of them have her back? And where did Triple H disappear to? He wasn't even back by the others. It's not like Trish to make bad business decisions. She always prided herself on each and everyone of her business decisions. But it seemed that she had made a mistake.

Which lead her to her next question: To leave Evolution or not? A part of her wanted to; to inform Bischoff of their master plan. But then part of her wanted to stay because of Dave. If she left, then he would have to choose. Choose her, and Evolution would systematically disintegrate both of them. Their list of ally's was not an extensive one. Choose to stay with Evolution, and they could kiss this great thing they had goodbye. It was a lose-lose situation.

Which lead her to her next question: Would Dave leave Evolution for her? And had he not gotten hurt tonight, would he have stopped the interference from Jericho? His actions earlier that day during her fight with Triple H gave her the impression that he wouldn't have come down to help her AND he would definitely not leave Evolution for her. But, at the same time, no matter how much she doubted the large man; he seemed sincere backstage. He did try to walk out with her. It's not his fault the EMT's wouldn't let him up. She couldn't blame them, he wasn't exactly making sense…

Dave pushed away all the men, "Let me go! Gotta…go with…with…" "With who?" Ric snapped, annoyed with Dave's resistance. Dave grasped the side of his head. "See, you can't even remember Trish's name! And you wanna walk her down to the ring?" "It's fine Ric, I'll be alright…just make sure he doesn't have a concussion, k?" As she turned and walked away, she heard a struggle. Dave pushed an EMT into a table, sending everything flying. Next she heard what sounded like someone getting punched. "Edge, you ok man?" she heard Ric ask. Then everyone began yelling. She sighed and shrugged as she headed to the gorilla position.

Ok, so maybe she was overanalyzing. He wanted to go with her. So, that answered that question…but would he leave Evolution? Her ringing cell phone pulled her from her thoughts. She grabbed it quickly and went out to the balcony, no wanting to wake Dave.

"Trish, it's Carm." Trish exhaled deeply, she had almost completely forgotten about her. "Well, it's about time you return my call!" Carm whispered, "Sorry, not exactly easy to sneak away when there are only two of us! So, what is going on with everyone? How you holding up?" Trish let out an exasperated moan, "How are we holding up? We're falling apart!" Trish went on and explained the past RAW's, accenting tonight's madness. "Don't worry Trish, I promise you this…when I get back, Triple H will be handed back his title by Bischoff personally. And you…you will be involved in a non-disqualification match against Lita for the Women's Championship. I have him so wrapped around my finger, only God could prevent this from not going my way!" "Ok, I have faith in you. I wouldn't have recruited you otherwise. Call me when you get back." And with that, Trish clicked the end button.

"I can't believe I actually considered leaving Evolution!" she said out loud, "Get it together Trish!" She was certain everything would be back to normal once Bischoff and Carm returned. Trish would have her title back, Trips would have his title back, and Bischoff would be on their side once again. She had given herself one major headache for no reason at all! Why would she doubt her decision? Everything was going to be all right. She was so caught up in her thoughts that she didn't realize Dave had walked on to the balcony.

He snaked his arms around her tiny waist, resting his chin on the top of her head. "Come back to bed." She turned around, "What are you doing out of bed? The doctor said you shouldn't be on your feet. You need rest and…" She was cut off as he pulled her into a long passionate kiss. "I don't care what the doctor said. I haven't kissed you since we rolled out of bed this morning. And as far as I'm concerned, that's too long." She smiled, "Good to see you got your speech back. That bump on your head is still huge though. Do you still have a headache?" He buried his face in her neck, slightly losing his equilibrium, causing him to stumble slightly. "No, it's gone" he mumbled, knowing that she caught his stumble and would most likely make him lay back down. "OK, but I noticed you're still having trouble walking…so back to bed now."

She started to lead him back into the hotel room. "Are you going to join me this time?" She giggled, "Yea, I'm exhausted, and I need to keep you in that bed somehow…" He chuckled as he pulled her on top of him, slowly unbuttoning the oversized button down that covered her body. "I'm sorry." Trish looked into his eyes. He meant those two words; she could tell. "I know. Don't worry about it. It's over with." He nodded, I just don't like arguing with you…and we're going to get your title back. I promise." She smiled, "I thought I said don't worry about it?" He simply smiled and went back to unbuttoning her shirt. 'So much for that headache' she thought to herself as she slid the shirt the rest of the way off her hard body.