Hey guys. I decided to do a second part for I'm with You after what happened on 7/10 with the Love Triangle. Also, I know the ref of the match between Charlie and Vis was Chad Patton, but I like Mikey Chioda better. :) Enjoy!

Lilian Garcia walked out of Vince McMahon's makeshift office, noticeably pale as she made her way through the hallway. Trish Stratus saw her friend, walking to her quickly as she walked away numbly from the office.

"Lil… hey, Lil, what's up?" Trish asked, placing a hand on the small blonde's arm. Lilian looked at her blankly, almost as if she was in a daze and wasn't sure where she was or who was talking to her. "Lilian? What's wrong? You're scaring me."

Lilian swallowed, running a hand through her hair. "I'm sorry, Trish… I'm… uh… I'm just a little surprised," Lilian said softly.

"What's wrong, Lil?" Trish pressed, keeping a hand on her friend's cold arm.

"Vince wants me to take a major bump tonight," Lilian managed to say after taking a deep breath. "I don't think I can handle this, Trish."

"What's he want you to do, Lilian?" Trish asked, rubbing her friend's arm gently.

Lilian took another shaky breath, crossing her arms in front of her chest shakily. "He wants me to get involved in Nelson and Charlie's match tonight. He wants me to claim that we all should just be friends. Then, Charlie's going to rake Nelson's eyes. While he is blinded, I'm going to touch him and in the confusion, he's going to Samoan Drop me."

Trish frowned, her eyes widening at her friend's revelation. "God, Lil, I'm sorry," Trish said. "I'm sure everything will be okay. If it makes you feel better, Nelson's a good guy and he'll make sure to protect you during the move. He certainly was careful when we were involved in that angle last year against Glenn and Amy. And besides, it's no different than when Bischoff sicced the Island Boys on you."

"You're right, Trish… but still, I'm scared. Nelson is a lot bigger than Jamal."

"And Jamal is an ass who didn't protect you too well in the bump. Remember how sore you were after that bump?"

"How can I forget?" Lilian muttered, remembering how she could barely move the next day. She was almost afraid that Trish would have to call an ambulance as her back and ribs hurt so badly. "Hopefully, this will end up better."

"Yeah, at least the Fink won't shove you into the line of fire this time." Seeing the sour look on Lilian's face, Trish cocked her head to the side. "Uh-oh. What's that look for?"

"Well, apparently the whole point of this stupid angle is to not only have Charlie and Nelson team up as heels but to have Howard come back into the picture one last time before he retires. And seeing as how his character adores me so much, I'm the scapegoat of this story. After they wheel me to the back, Howard's gonna cut a promo on Unlimited about how I made a huge mistake and how he hopes I learned my lesson."

"Ouch," Trish said sympathetically. "I'm sure it'll all turn out okay in the end."

"Yeah… I mean, I don't know what's going to happen next week, let alone next month. I guess Vince will just see how people react to this whole thing." Lilian sighed, shaking her head. "I'm sorry to rant to you. I love this business, but I just don't understand this company sometimes."

"I know, Lil. I don't either."

Lilian laughed softly, shaking her head. "I still can't believe this all started over a silly accident," she said, looking at her wrist, which was still encased in a soft brace.

"How is your wrist, by the way?" Trish asked.

"It's a lot better. I'm getting more motion back and have less pain, but Dr. Rios wants me to wear the thing for another two weeks just in case."

"Did he approve of this little encounter tonight?"

"Yeah, he did," Lilian replied. "As long as Nelson slams me down on my right side, my wrist will be protected. Believe it or not, McMahon actually was concerned about that."

Trish sighed, shaking her head. "Lil, I'm sure everything will be fine. Just make sure Nelson practices the move before you go out there."

"Yeah, I'm gonna go find him now. I don't think Vince explained our angle to him or Charlie yet."

"Well, you go ahead, Lil," Trish said. "I'll be praying for you tonight."

"Hopefully I won't need your prayers," Lilian said wryly. "But thanks." With a quick hug, Lilian walked away, obviously in search of Nelson and Charlie.

Trish watched her friend walk away, crossing her arms and frowning. She reached into her pocket, pulling out her cell phone. She flipped through her contacts, searching for a certain number. Once she found it, she pressed send, waiting for the person to pick up.

After the third ring, he picked up, sounding as if he was half asleep. He must have had a late show last night. After he finished muttering a greeting, Trish spoke up.

"Chris? It's Trish."

Oh, God. That hurt.

Despite practicing the Samoan Drop several times earlier in the afternoon, Lilian still winced in pain as she landed, Nelson's shoulders and neck slamming into her ribcage. Her back exploded in pain too, quickly settling into a stiff throb. She felt him quickly move off of her and sensed Mike Chioda kneeling next to her, placing a gentle hand on her arm.

"Move your arm a little if you're okay," Mike instructed quietly, making it look as if he was checking on her. Lilian complied, keeping her eyes shut to sell the 'injury' that had occurred. Mike waved for the EMS to come out. "Hey! Back off! You've done enough damage!" Mike scolded Viscera and Haas, who had both come close to her to check on her after their characters caused her to get hurt. What people didn't realize, however, was that was a code for the two athletes that Lilian was unscathed. Nelson had requested that Lilian somehow relay that she was okay after taking that bump. She smiled to herself, thinking that Nelson was a good guy despite his huge exterior. Inside, he was a big teddy bear.

"Is she okay?" Charlie asked Mike shakily, as he and Nelson bent over to examine her.

"I don't know," Mike said, again frantically waving for the medical technicians to come out. Despite the fact Lilian seemed to be okay, he still had to sell the storyline.

Within moments, the EMS made their way to the ring, along with the trainer. "Come on, watch out, boys," the trainer said, kneeling by Lilian's head. "Are you okay?" he whispered in her ear, shielding her lips from the camera.

"I think so," Lilian whispered back.

"How's the wrist?"

"Fine."

"Okay, we're going to get you in a collar and on a backboard and to the back. Then, we'll make sure you're good in the back, okay? Try to stay still for this. Keep selling the injury. You're doing awesome, Lil, okay?"

"Yeah," Lilian said absently, hearing Viscera and Charlie start to laugh as planned. The crowd booed the two superstars at the sudden change of heart in regards to her. She nearly started laughing herself when she heard Charlie proclaim, "Friends my ass!" to Viscera, something that wasn't really planned. Still, she lay on the mat, unmoving as an EMT strapped a hard neck collar on her neck.

"Ready? One, two, three, roll," she heard someone say, and suddenly, she was being moved. The EMS worked quickly and had her strapped onto a stretcher within seconds. Then, mercifully, she was being wheeled to the back.

"God, Lilian, are you okay?"

That was the first thing she heard in the back. She pushed her eyes open, smiling wearily at Nelson as the big man hovered over her. She noticed Charlie standing back, though he too had a look of concern on his face.

"I'm good, Nelson," Lilian said, raising a hand up to touch the neck brace. "Can we get this thing off?" she asked an EMT, who immediately began to pull off the item in question.

Nelson let out a shaky breath, smiling down at the blonde. "You sell a little too well, you know that, girl?" Lilian laughed, sitting up slowly with someone's help. She winced slightly as she took a deep breath, a dull throb settling in her back and ribs. "Are you sure you're okay?" Nelson asked, seeing the look of pain on her face.

"Yeah, Nels, I'm fine. We figured my back and ribs would hurt, remember?" Lilian pointed out.

"Do you want to go to the hospital?" the trainer asked her.

"No, I'm good," Lilian said after a second. "I just want to get the hell out of here and back to the hotel."

"I'll take her there."

Lilian looked up, shocked to hear his voice. She met the blue eyes of Chris Jericho, who was looking at her with a look of admiration and concern. "Chris! What are you doing here?" she asked, though her voice held a note of happiness.

"Trish called me. Figured I would want to be here, and she was right," Chris replied.

Lilian nodded, her eyes darting down the hallway, obviously looking for an exit. "We're gonna get out of here. Thanks," Chris said to Nelson, Charlie, and Mike, though the word held more meaning. Chris was thanking them for being careful with his girlfriend and being with her out there.

Charlie nodded, walking off down the hall, Nelson and Mike following quickly. Chris looked at Lilian, smiling encouragingly at her. "Are you sure you don't want to go to the hospital. That looked like it hurt," he asked Lilian quietly.

Lilian nodded, tears welling in her eyes. "I just want to go back to the hotel. Please," she whispered.

"Okay," Chris said. "Trish got me your stuff a little while ago, so let's go."

Lilian nodded, allowing Chris to wrap his arm around her shoulders. He led her slowly away from the group.

Lilian sighed, wincing as she pulled her tank top and shorts on. She had just enjoyed a long, hot bath, which had helped her sore muscles. However, as soon as she stood up, pain shot through her back and ribs. However, she didn't want to have to call Chris to help her out, so she merely sucked up her strength and got dressed despite her protesting body.

She ran a brush through her long blonde hair, relieved that there weren't many tangles. She wasn't sure if she had the strength or energy to work the knots out. Once she was finished, she placed the brush on the sink, taking a deep breath as she pushed open the bathroom door.

"Hey, you," she said softly, seeing Chris sitting on the queen sized bed. He was laying there, propped up against a few pillows, his legs stretched out in front of him. He had kicked his shoes off, comfortably watching television as he waited for Lilian to get out of the bathtub.

"Hey, Lil," he replied, standing up when he saw her. "How you feeling?"

"Like I had a 483 pound man Samoan Drop me," Lilian replied, wincing again as she shuffled her way over to the bed.

"Well, I guess that's a good thing, considering that's what happened to you," Chris said, helping her to sit. "I got ice and a heating pad, depending on which you want to use."

"The heating pad sounds good right about now," Lilian replied. Chris walked over to the couch, picking up the heating pad and plugging it into the outlet. After a few moments, the heating pad was hot. Chris laid it on the bed, gently guiding Lilian to lay down. He wrapped the heating pad around her aching body, making sure that it was covering both her back and ribs. "Is that too hot?"

"That feels fine. Thanks," Lilian said quietly, smiling at Chris.

"That's not all," Chris replied, returning her smile. "I have Tropical Skittles and Black Cherry Vanilla Diet Coke. Or, as you like to call it, 'Diet Vanilla Wild Black Cherry Diet Vanilla Diet Coke'."

Lilian laughed, poking Chris in the ribs. "I can never remember what that's called. I can't help it!" she said.

"Yeah, well, I'm pretty sure the words 'diet' and 'vanilla' are only in there once, sweetheart," Chris joked. "But, I know how much you love it. Plus, I got your favorite movie."

"The Mighty?" Lilian gasped, reaching a hand out to grab Chris's when he nodded. "I haven't seen it in forever."

"Well, I figured you would need some cheering up tonight," he said, laying next to her. He pressed the play button for the DVD player, carefully wrapping an arm around her waist as they waited for the movie to play.

Lilian smiled tiredly at Chris, grateful for all he was doing. "I love you, Chris," she murmured tiredly.

"I love you too, Lilian," he replied, kissing her forehead before turning off the lights and turning his attention to the movie.

Chris lay there an hour and a half later, his arm across Lilian's waist, listening groggily as she sniffled. He had fallen asleep during the first fifteen minutes of the movie and now, the movie was over. He watched, amused, as Lilian brushed the tears away from her eyes as she looked at him. "Thanks. I needed that," she whispered, reaching a hand over to touch his cheek.

"No problem, Lil," he answered. "How's your back and ribs?"

"A lot better," she admitted. "I think the heat really helped."

"Well, that's good," Chris said. "Do you want to take it off for now?" Lilian nodded, and Chris shifted so he could turn off the heating pad and unplug it from the wall. He let it fall to the floor before turning back to Lilian. Carefully, he helped her to shift so she was lying on her side. "You okay?" he asked. When she nodded, he shifted too, lying on his side as well, pressing her back to his stomach. He wrapped his arms around her waist, careful to avoid hurting her. "I'm not hurting you, am I?"

"No," Lilian said, placing her hand over his. She felt the tears well up again, and she felt one trail down her nose, splattering on the fabric of the comforter.

"What's wrong, sweetie?" Chris whispered, holding her closer.

"It's… it's stupid, Chris," she answered, sniffling again. "This week just hasn't got off to a good start."

"How come, sweetie?" Chris asked gently, not wanting to push her.

"I just… I wasn't expecting this today, Chris. I wasn't expecting McMahon to make this script change. I didn't even have pants with me. I had to take that stupid bump in a miniskirt. I probably showed the entire front row my underwear."

"Is that what you're upset about?" Chris asked softly. "Cause no one saw anything. We were watching in the back and no one saw anything."

"It's not just that, Chris. I'm tired of the Internet and all the stupid rumors. I'm tired of reading on these stupid 'news' sites that I'm a so-called 'primadiva' and that I'm not well liked backstage. They're saying people are mad at me cause of my screaming after I fell. Well, I'd like them to try being knocked off the ring apron and falling to the hard ground on their wrist." Chris remained silent, allowing her to vent. "Plus there's this thing with Trish. She's thinking of leaving when her contract expires so she can get married and start a family. Don't get me wrong, I love Trish and want the best for her and Jason, but I've already lost you from the company. I don't want to lose my best friend too."

By now, Lilian was crying harder, sobs racking her small body. "It's okay, Lil. It's okay," he soothed. He held her tightly, allowing her to cry for awhile.

Finally, the sobs ceased, and she reached up, rubbing her eyes. "See, I told you it was stupid," she sniffled. "I'm just getting overemotional. I'm sorry."

"There's nothing to be sorry about, Lil. Things are changing in the company. It's okay to be scared. I know that if Trish decides to leave, she'll keep in contact with you. You won't lose your friend, just your traveling buddy."

"I know, but I don't want her to leave. We've shared so much and it just seems like this isn't the right time for her to leave."

"Well, Lil, all I can say is that you need to cherish the time you have to spend with Trish now. She isn't gone yet, and things may change where she decides to stay. You never know, right?"

"True," Lilian agreed. "What about the Internet?"

Chris laughed, his breath tickling her ear as he whispered, "Baby, you know what I think of the Internet. All of these news sites are full of shit. I have yet to meet anyone in the locker room that is an 'inside source'. They think that they know what they are talking about, but they know nothing. You and I and all your friends know you're not a primadiva, so just let them speculate. Remember how they said I just got Lasix surgery?" Lilian snorted, laughing as Chris exclaimed, "I don't even wear glasses! My vision is 20/20! Besides, for all the bullshit rumors that go around, there's some nice fansites, right? Does Lilian Garcia Net ring a bell?" He felt Lilian nod. "So just forget them. Fuck them."

The two lay there for a long time, simply listening to each other breathe. "Thank you," Lilian finally whispered, rolling over so she could look Chris in the eyes.

"For what?" Chris asked as he rewrapped his arms around Lilian's waist, pulling her closer to him. She draped a leg over his, holding him closely.

"For everything. For listening, for offering advice… for just being here tonight. It reminds me that I'm loved and how lucky I am to have you. I just wish… I just wish that we could hold each other every night. I miss you."

"I miss you too, Lil," he replied. "I'm sorry I can't be here every night."

"Chris, you have nothing to apologize about," she replied. "You needed a break from this business. I'm sure one day I'll be in the same position."

Chris nodded, not speaking as he felt Lilian's breath against his cheek. "I love you so much, Lily," he murmured.

"I love you too, Chris."

"I'm not hurting you, am I?" he asked again, worried about her.

"You could never hurt me, Chris." With that, Lilian closed her eyes, falling asleep after a few moments. Chris watched her sleep for a long time before finally falling asleep as well.

End… unless something else triggers my brain. LoL