Disclaimer: Don't own any of the wrestlers, the only things I can even pretend to own are the ideas.

Summary: Best friends. The term describes Trish Stratus and John Cena – or does it? With all the drama going on in their lives, even they're not sure anymore.

Everything You Want

Part Five:

"Adam?" Trish questioned, baffled. Why on earth would Adam Copeland want to talk to her? She couldn't even remember the last conversation they'd had that could even remotely be considered civil. "Why would Adam want to talk to me?"

Randy just shrugged. "I'm not sure, honestly. We were just discussing some match-related stuff a little while ago, and I told him I was coming to look for John, and he said if I saw you, to tell you that he wanted to talk," Shrugging again, Randy checked his watch. "Alright, I have to go, but if you get a chance, just stop in and talk to Adam, okay? He sounded pretty serious when he said he needed to talk."

"Okay," Trish said, nodding, though still confused. "Thanks, Randy."

"No problem, Trish. See ya later."

Well, I guess I'll find out what Adam wants soon enough, Trish thought to herself as she turned and headed in the opposite direction down the hallway.

Raising her hand to just below the 'Men's Locker Room' sign, Trish knocked her fist against the door three times, shifting from foot to foot as she contemplated what Adam Copeland could possibly want with her.

Just as she was about to knock again, the door opened and a tall, blonde man stood before her. "Hey, Trish," he greeted gruffly, taking a step back to make room for her enter. "Come on in."

Trish took a step forward, then another, entering the locker room. No one else appeared to be in the room, something that both relieved and frightened her. Adam had never been violent to her or any other woman, but something about his attitude as of late still scared her. And above all else, she still couldn't fathom why he wanted to talk to her, of all people. They never spoke, they weren't involved in any storylines together, and they didn't share any mutual friends anymore.

"So," Adam began, closing the door behind him. "You can sit if you want."

Deciding not to argue, Trish nodded politely, lowering herself to the bench behind her. Crossing her legs, she clasped her hands together and dropped them in her lap. She met Adam's eyes for a moment, then focused her gaze on the dark blue rug covering the floor. Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted Adam taking a seat on the couch across from her. Clearing his throat, he began to speak slowly.

"Alright, so I just kind've wanted to talk to you about some things. Just let me get this all out, and you can say whatever you want, or yell at me, or just leave. I just want to say all of this first," Pausing in case Trish had any objections, Adam watched his fellow Canadian closely. When she didn't speak, he continued. "Okay, so I heard about what happened at the club last night with Jericho. You weren't a part of it, I know, but it really hurt Amy, and you're really the only person I can talk to about this. Chris wouldn't listen to me if I tied him down, Stephanie and I were never close, and Jay has been so weird to me lately."

Gee, I wonder why, Trish retorted inwardly. On the outside, she glanced up at Adam for a moment, then focused on her shoes, suddenly acting fascinated at the piece of stitching that was coming loose.

"So, uhm," Adam continued, clearing his throat. "I just figured you were the person to talk to. You're still friends with Chris and Jay and everyone, but you're not being a huge jackass about everything that's happened. I know how close you and Amy were, and I know that things are really weird with you guys right now, but she still really cares about you, Trish. She valued your friendship over almost everything else. She regrets what happened. I do too. I know it would be impossible to try and change what we did, but we both hope that, with time, you guys can, I dunno, maybe try and forgive us. When Amy saw you and Stacy last night at the club, she wanted so badly to say something to you. She said Stacy's been saying hi to her here and there, but she never found the courage to try and start up a conversation…"

So why aren't you talking to Stacy about all of this? Trish interjected in her mind again, sighing quietly. She couldn't believe Adam was asking for forgiveness for both him and Amy. The Amy Trish knew would have the guts to walk right up to her and try and work things out. Of course, this wasn't just some petty argument between friends. This was a life-altering choice, something that affected numerous people. It wasn't as forgivable as Adam tried to make it seem.

"I would've talked to Stacy," Adam continued, shaking Trish from her thoughts. "But, you know, she's always with Rob, and I'm not sure how pleasant talking to him would be. He's still pretty pissed."

And he has every right.

"Of course, he has a right to be pissed off, so I came to you. I just wanted you to know, Trish, that Amy and I are both sorry for what happened – well, for how it happened. For how we handled things. We definitely could have gone about everything in a better way. We just didn't want to hurt anyone…"

Trish almost snorted. Which, of course, worked out so well for you guys.

"… And of course, we ended up hurting everyone even worse than we would have if we'd just come out and told the truth. But we're honestly incredibly sorry. You guys, especially Matt, deserved so much better than we gave you as friends. We really just both want you to know how horrible we feel about everything. If we could go back in time and fix how things came out, and how we dealt with everything, we would. And if you – and everyone else – don't forgive us, we understand. But honestly, this is tearing Amy apart, and it's not a walk in the park for me either, so I figured there was no harm in at least trying to clear the air," Taking a deep breath, Adam ran a hand through his long hair. "So, uhm, I guess that's it."

Nodding, Trish finally looked up, meeting Adam's eyes. "I can't speak for everyone else," she explained, sighing. "But, I know I can't just forgive you, Adam. It's not even like you hurt me personally, but by association, I was pissed off, yeah. You hurt Matt more than anyone can ever know. He was crushed. If you and Amy had feelings for each other, Amy should have ended her relationship with Matt. Yes, he would've been hurt, but at least you would have been up front with him about everything, instead of sneaking around behind his back until you were caught, by Chris, one of Matt's best friends, nonetheless. What you did was despicable, disgusting, and just horrible. You guys broke Matt's heart, and I can almost guarantee that he will never forgive you. The same goes for Chris. He doesn't forgive easily at little things, but when it's something like this, you're pretty much on his bad side for life. Stacy, Rob, even Jay, I can see maybe maybe forgiving you, but Chris and Matt, no."

"What about you?" Adam interjected, biting at his lower lip.

"I really don't know. Amy used to be one of my best friends. I never ever thought she was capable of hurting someone the way she hurt Matt. I was there when he came to John's hotel room to tell him what had happened. He was a mess, Adam. Matt's always so put together and happy, and the moment John opened his door for Matt, my heart nearly broke for him. I've seen people upset before, but never like that. I don't know how I can be associated with two people who hurt someone they 'cared' about as much as you guys supposedly cared about Matt. I don't care if you loved each other or if you just wanted to have sex. It was wrong."

"We know that…"

"Then why'd you do it?" Trish countered, her voice rising. "There's no excuse for what you did. I don't care how much you try to talk your way out of it. I just… I don't know how that can be forgiven."

Sighing, Adam rose. He paced for a moment, then looked down; meeting Trish's brown eyes with his green ones. "Alright, if that's how you feel."

"It is," Rising also; Trish met Adam's eyes for a second, then started towards the door. Before she stepped out of the room, she turned back to the tall blonde man. "Adam?"

"Yeah?"

"Does Amy know you're talking to me about this?"

Shaking his head, Adam pushed a few strands of hair from his face. "No. She's pretty much chalked it all up to a lost cause. But she's just so upset. I had to do something to help."

Realization dawned on Trish's face. "You love her, don't you?"

"Yeah," Adam replied his eyes honest. "I really do."

After exiting the locker room, Trish headed to the Women's locker room, her mind filled with more thoughts than she could handle. She just needed a quiet place to think. Unfortunately, the locker room was not the place for that.

Lilian, Stacy, and Michelle inhabited the locker room, their clothes lying all over the floor, their makeup on the vanity, their duffel bags sitting on the bench below their lockers.

"Hey, Trish." Michelle greeted, watching Trish from the mirror she was in front of. Trish smiled at the young woman, plopping down on the couch beside Lilian. As she looked over to her fellow blonde friend, the smile Trish was still wearing on her face faded away, a look of concern taking of her features.

"Lil?" Trish questioned, gently elbowing Lilian. "You okay?"

"Huh?" Lilian replied distractedly. "Oh, yeah, I'm fine. Just thinking."

"If I can ask, about what?"

"Lilian's lonely," Stacy explained, running a brush through her long hair.

"I am not," Lilian replied. "I'm fine, Trish, really I am."

"Sweetie, I've known you for five years. I think I know when you're upset," Trish suddenly had a flashback of Jay saying the same thing to her only twelve hours earlier. Shuddering, she rephrased herself. "I just mean," she started again, sighing loudly. "I just mean that you always look so happy, and when you don't act that way, we start to worry. Now, what's up?"

"Fine, but it's really just something stupid."

"Tell anyway," Stacy prodded, dropping her brush and heading over to the couch, plopping herself down on the couch on Lilian's other side.

"Well, it's just that everyone seems to be in love right now. Chris and Stephanie, Stacy and Rob, Jackie and Charlie… they're all in love, and they all seem so happy. I just want that."

"You'll get it, Lil, don't worry."

Patting Stacy's leg, Lilian nodded. "Eventually, I'm sure I will, but eventually could take forever. I just want someone now, as selfish as that sounds. I don't want to be alone. Everyone has someone."

"Not everyone," Trish replied quietly.

Squeezing Trish's hand, Lilian shook her head vehemently. "Trish, you may not be in a relationship right now, but you definitely have someone."

Scrunching her nose, Trish shook her head. "Who do I have?"

Lilian and Stacy both gave her a 'duh' look. Even Michelle, who had stayed out of the conversation up until that point, gave her a look that said she knew who they were talking about.

"Trish, we all know," Lilian explained.

"Know what?" Trish questioned, exasperated.

"We know that you like John Cena."

"Guys, you're crazy. I already had this conversation with Jay. I don't like John, and he doesn't like me. We're friends, best friends even, but we don't have feelings like that for each other. I don't know why none of you believe me." Rolling her eyes, Trish stood. "Now, I have to go figure out some stuff for match tonight. I'll see you guys later."

"Wait, Trish…"

"Huh?" Trish asked, looking to Stacy, her hand turning the doorknob.

"Well, since Lilian's feeling so crappy, me, Steph, Torrie, Molly, and Victoria wanted to hang out. You know, have a girls' night kind of thing?"

"Sure, where and when?"

"My hotel room, after the show."

"I'll be there. And I'll bring snacks," Winking at her friends and giving Michelle a smile, Trish turned and headed out the door.

Satisfied with her makeup application, Michelle stood and headed towards the door, only to be stopped by Stacy. "You should come to the party tonight," she commented.

Unsure, Michelle looked to Lilian, who nodded, offering a smile. "Yeah," she agreed. "It'll be fun."

"Okay, I'll be there."

After she left, Lilian stood, heading over to her bag. "You know Trish is lying about how she feels, right?" She called over her shoulder, eyeing her friend.

Stacy nodded, shrugging. "She's definitely trying to hide it. But it's obvious. Trish is so crazy about John Cena. And if I'm not losing my mind, I think he feels the same way."