AN: Okay, finally...an update! lol. I apologize for how long it's been and it seems everytime I update I'm always apologizing for the same thing so I'm gonna really really try to keep up with myself because I've got another fic I want to start but I refuse to start until I finish at least one of my current fics. I don't have too many chapters left of this fic or of 'The Past Revisited'. I'm not sure how I'll make it all work but I will some how. Anyways, hope you guys enjoy and remember to review...it's always appreciated.

I Disclaim: I don't own any of them but I assure you that if I did, I wouldn't spend my time writing fanfics...if you get what I'm saying, lol.

Trish raised her head slightly off of his chest to look up at him. She raised a single eyebrow in curiosity but there was nothing to be curious about. She knew exactly what he wanted to talk about. He wanted to talk about why he left. He had already warned her that he didn't leave to be with someone else and that he loved her but if he didn't leave because of that, Trish wondered what he could have possibly left for that he couldn't have told her about it.

Dave looked down at her and for the first time, he realized that he never really thought about what he was going to say to her, just that he knew that they had to eventually have this conversation. If he knew her like he thought he did, she would be half hurt by his explanation and the other half of her would be simply livid.

She looked up at him with wide eyes that looked so innocent; Dave couldn't bare it any longer. He slowly leaned forward and captured her lips with his own. The kiss was slow, passionate and highly erotic.

'Maybe this wasn't such a good idea to do this right now' Dave thought to himself but he couldn't stop. He felt her suck on his bottom lip and he immediately used his tongue to delve into her mouth. Trish sat up a bit on his lap and moved one leg over so that she was now straddling him. Her hands were tangled in his hair as his hand slowly made its way up her thighs, lifting the thin satin material of her teddy as he did so. The kiss was growing more and more heated and Dave felt that if he didn't end it soon, the last thing they would be doing is talking.

With much effort, Dave slowly pulled away from the kiss which left both of them flushed and feeling a bit hot…but in a good way.

"Let's talk first…and then we can continue though I'm pretty sure that you might not want to do that when I've finished saying what I have to say." Trish remained straddled in his lap, she didn't bother to move but her stillness was indication enough that she was nervous.

"Babe…" Dave began but was interrupted by the sound of the knocking on the door. Neither would admit it, but they both released a sigh of relief. Trish slowly lifted herself off of Dave before getting up to answer the door.

She opened the door only to reveal her red-headed friend.

"Hey Ames…what brings you by?" Trish asked with a smile, glad that Amy had such bad timing.

"Hey, I'm sorry if this is a bad time but I just really need to talk to someone and there's no one else I would rather talk to than you….if you're busy I can come back later" Amy offered but she didn't hide her disappointment at the thought of having to put off their conversation until later.

"Of course it's alright…come on in." Amy smiled in relief and made her way into the room. She greeted Dave and apologized if she was intruding on anything but she promised him that it was really important and that she wouldn't have bothered Trish unless she really felt it necessary. He was more than understanding and so he got up and excused himself, letting both women know that he would be watching TV in the bedroom if they needed anything.

"You're lucky Trish" Amy said out of no where. Trish watched Dave's retreated back but swung around to face Amy.

"Why is that?" Trish asked with a small smile.

"He's an amazing guy…and don't tell Chris that I've told this to you, but when we get into heated arguments, I always tease him about how if you hadn't got your claws into Dave before me, then we wouldn't be having a fight."

"I know that I'm lucky…but I'm sure Chris doesn't find that very funny" Trish sympathized for her fellow Canadian friend but she couldn't help the small smile that played on her lips just picturing Chris instantly becoming regretful.

"Oh I know, but I can't help it, sometimes he just gets on my nerves and he's so stubborn sometimes too" Amy chuckled.

"You're preaching to the choir…I know exactly what you're talking about or have you forgotten how long I've known Chris. I know that he doesn't take it personally but considering that he's usually always wrong…if that's the only way to get him to admit it, might as well milk it for all it's worth" Trish let out a soft giggle before her gaze softened on Amy. They strode over to the couch and sat down facing one another, their legs propped up on the sofa cushions.

"Call my psychic or something, but I don't think you came here to talk about that…is there something wrong?" Trish asked worriedly as she placed a hand on top of her friend's knees as a way of offering her help.

"Well, there's no easy way to say this so I'll just say it…I'm pregnant." Amy let out a sigh and Trish's face broke out into a huge smile…that is until she noticed that Amy wasn't nearly as happy about the news as she was.

"That's not a good thing?" Trish asked questioningly.

Amy looked up at her friend and bit her lip, a habit she had learned from Trish whenever she was nervous or put on the spot.

"I feel like such a horrible person Trish…really I do, but I don't want this baby." As soon as the words left her lips, she immediately regretted it, especially after hearing the tiny gasp Trish couldn't manage to contain. It seemed like several minutes of silence before either of them spoke.

"You must think I'm horrible…" Amy began. Trish immediately cut her off.

"I don't think you're horrible Amy. Whatever your reasons are, I can't possibly judge you because I'm not nor have I ever been in your shoes. I can't imagine not wanting my own child and forgive me if I'm assuming too much, but you've never crossed my mind as someone who would truly feel regretful about being pregnant."

Trish eyed her wearily, hoping that she didn't upset the already fragile woman sitting in front of her.

"I understand what you're saying Trish but there's so many things to consider. First of all, I'm hardly maternal. I'm not like you Trish. I don't have the most genuine affection for kids and the feelings mutual on their part as well. This is such bad timing…I mean, I love this business and you know that and can relate to that more than anyone else I know. I've spent more than half of my career sitting at home on the injured list and now than I finally get to comeback and make my mark, this happens. It seems like nothing ever goes the way I want it to."

Trish nodded in understanding while she contemplated her words.

"Have you told Chris already?" Amy's silence was enough confirmation for Trish.

"Okay. I know you're worried about the whole timing thing and I know that you're desperately trying to figure out what to do next. You weren't planning on this and in truth, most people don't plan their pregnancies. But before you consider anything, you really need to talk to Chris."

"I'm scared T." Amy softly admitted.

"I know you are. You forget how well I know the both of you. You're not scared that he'll be upset, you're scared because you know that he'll be ecstatic about it and you're not. Listen, you guys need to figure out your options together and you need to be with each other every step of the way. I'll support you no matter what Amy, but you need to remember that your decision will affect you the most and as someone who loves you very much, I want you to be happy but promise me that you'll give the situation some more time to think about it…your feelings might change." Trish offered her a genuine smile and Amy gladly returned it.

"I better go. I think I'll talk to Chris tonight. I don't know how I'm gonna tell him that I don't really want this baby, but I have to figure out something." Trish nodded her head in understanding as she escorted Amy to the front door. After pulling her in for a hug and reminding her that she would be there if she needed anything, they bid their goodbyes.

Trish sauntered into the bedroom where Dave immediately looked up from the television screen.

"Everything okay?" he asked as he opened his arms so that she could join him on the bed.

"Not really…but I have faith that things will be okay soon" she replied as she thought about her friend and her predicament. She turned slightly in his arms and looked up at him. She wasn't sure that she really wanted to know, but the conversation was inevitable so she decided to bite.

"So let's finish that conversation that we barely started" she said.

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It was the fourth time he heard her sigh in his arms and he knew that only meant that she needed to talk and it was probably serious. He silently promised himself that if she did it one more time that he would take the bait. It was only a matter of minutes before she released her patterned sign and Randy could no longer take it.

"What's wrong Stace?" he asked as he looked down at the tall blonde that was stretched out along the couch, her upper body resting comfortably against his bare chest.

"Oh nothing" was her simply reply.

Randy rolled his eyes and was about to respond but was interrupted by a swat on his arm.

"Ow….what was that for?" he asked.

"Don't act all innocent, I saw you roll your eyes from the reflection on the TV screen" Stacy replied with a smirk.

He mumbled an apology before returning to the subject at hand.

"Don't tell me it's nothing because if it were nothing, you wouldn't have spent the last half hour sighing as though you've got the world of problems to think about. You wanted my attention…now you've got it…please don't shut me out."

"You're hardly anyone to be giving advice on shutting people out" she bit out. She instantly felt bad and turned his arms to apologize face to face.

"Don't say you're sorry when you and I both know that you meant it."

Stacy bit her lip and averted her eyes from him. Her comment was enough to make everything clear to him. He knew what she wanted to talk about and unfortunately, it was the most dreaded question that he could possibly think of at the moment.

"Just ask me…I know you want to" he urged her on. She met his eyes this time and after a moment's of hesitation, Randy noticed a determine glare replace her previously apologetic eyes.

"Fine….where are things going between us Randy? Sometimes I think we're on the same page and we're happy and then other times I feel as though we're drifting apart and that the only place we're going is headed straight for a dead end. I care a lot about you Randy but if you don't feel the same way, I refuse to let you string me along because in the end, I'm the only one that's gonna end up getting hurt."

Honestly, he was expecting to hear everything she just said, but that still didn't prepare him for an answer.

'What did he want?' the question seemed so simple yet it was the hardest question to answer….well in some ways. He knew what he really wanted, but he also knew he couldn't have it. Was he willing to just settle? Stacy didn't deserve that and as hard as he has been on himself in the past, he knew that he didn't deserve that either. He cared about Stacy and he would never want to hurt her, but the longer he allowed their relationship to go one, the more damage was being done.

As he contemplated with himself and his answer, he had completely forgotten that Stacy was waiting. When he finally noticed her looking at him with keen interest he opened his mouth up to speak. He wasn't sure what he was going to say so he only hoped that whatever came out wasn't going to make him look like an idiot or make her hate him forever.

"Stace…"

She held up a hand to stop him.

"Randy…if it's taken you this long to give me an answer, then chances are that you don't have that 'type' of feelings for me."

She paused to look at his sullen form before continuing.

"I can't understand whether you haven't figured it out or whether you're trying to deny it and tell yourself that this can work, but I honestly do believe that you never had the intentions of hurting me…"

"That was never my intention" Randy said, echoing her sentiments. Stacy stood from the couch and Randy followed suit. She held his hands for a while, just revelling in his touch…long enough so that it would stay with her for a while.

"Can we still be friends?" she asked him with a little smile. He broke out into a huge grin and it was the first real smile that she had seen in a while.

"I wouldn't want it any other way." As they embraced, she couldn't help but ask.

"Randy…."

They both pulled away to look at one another. She lightly traced his lips with her finger as she stared at him mesmerized. When she finally met his eyes, he knew exactly what she wanted.

"Just once more…" and with that Randy lowered his head and their lips met in a sweet goodbye kiss. Once they pulled away, Stacy informed him that she would stay with Torrie. He walked her out to the door and they bid their goodbyes. He was about to walk back into his room when Stacy turned around and called out his name.

"Randy…"

He stopped and turned around to give her an inquisitive look.

"As a friend….tell her how you really feel before it's too late."

At first he was confused but it quickly dawned on him that she was talking about Trish. Thankfully, Stacy didn't wait for him to ask questions but rather continued.

"She's a wonderful woman Randy and considering how much you love her, I'm sure you already know that. It's a big risk, but I have a strong hunch that it may be the best risk you'll ever take." She offered a genuine smile and a wink and she was off down the hall.

It wasn't her words that instantly gave him the courage. He had thought about the same things she has just told him countless times before. But it was the mere fact that she supported him. She honestly thought that things would pay off and it was enough of a confidence booster to make up for all that he had lacked in the past.

He would tell Trish Stratus how he felt…except this time, he was going to make sure he stayed sober for this confession.