Stacy Kiebler watched in horror as the Undertaker and his wife walked away and disappeared through the parking lot doors.

How could she have known? The blond was nearly ready to proclaim Sara a mind reader.

It wasn't all that bad really. Yes, Andrew had a temper, but nine times out of ten he saved it for the ring. That tenth time however…

Stacy shuddered visibly at the very thought of it and unconsciously raised a hand to her cheek. Once upon a time there had been an ugly yellow-green bruise there. Of course Stacy knew he hadn't meant it. So what if he was a little late that night? Did that give her the right to question him? Andrew certainly didn't think so.

How could she say she trusted him when she was so suspicious of his actions? It was only a few hours late. Reservations could always be remade, couldn't they?

Stacy felt her face flush at the memory. No, she hadn't trusted him. She asked him over and over what could possibly have kept him away from the telephone for nearly five hours. Surely he could have at least called.

Andrew didn't seem to think it was a big deal but Stacy had been worried. If he'd have been missing for much longer she would have called the police. He shrugged it off. Maybe, Stacy thought, she was making it seem like a bigger problem than it really was? Maybe she was as over-sensitive as he kept telling her she was? Stacy had had plenty of time to think about it that night.

Andrew had said to let it go, he was there now, that was all that mattered. Stacy had agreed, albeit a bit reluctantly and tried to go on as if it were a normal night.

But she just couldn't shake that feeling…

She asked him again where he'd been.

Test flew off the handle. He jumped out of the chair screaming curses and flinging insults at her. Didn't she trust him? What, was she too good for him now? Is that why she was acting that way? He would never put her through this kind of third degree, no never. How dare she pretend for so long!

Stacy had been beside herself, blubbering what she hoped were the right answers, but it seemed like everything she said just made him angrier.

Finally he grabbed his jacket off of her couch and headed for the door. Stacy asked him where he was going. Andrew only told her that since she didn't trust him, he was going to leave. End of story.

Stacy panicked! She grabbed his arm and tried to pull him back into her little house. She begged him not to go, told him she loved him, she trusted him, she was so sorry she was being so paranoid.

She should have listened when he told her to let him go. Of course he was upset. Stacy had proven she didn't trust the man she'd been with faithfully for over a year. She should have let him calm down…

He warned her. A man could only take so much right? Stacy was terrified he'd never come back so she held onto his arm and begged.

So he pushed her…No, that wasn't so bad. All he did that night was push her. It wasn't his fault she couldn't catch her balance before she hit the door frame.

All Stacy remembered after that was the sound of his engine revving and squealing tires. The next morning there was a huge bruise, but she barely felt it. All she did feel was the nagging empty pit of uncertainty Andrew always left in her when he got angry. She had to find him. She had to apologize.

"Hey, what's wrong with you?" Stacy jumped at the familiar voice behind her. "You were supposed to be waiting for me by the locker rooms."

"I…what…oh, I'm sorry." The blonde apologized as she glanced up at Test then back down to the floor. "I…got distracted."

"So what else is new? Let's go." He said and turned to walk away. "Are you coming?" He breathed when he realized she hadn't moved. Stacy nodded and wandered aimlessly toward him. "Jesus, what's with you today?"

"I…overheard Taker and his wife talking outside the catering room when I was getting some lunch." Test sighed heavily.

"Oh really?" He managed without much enthusiasm. Stacy nodded. "Were you planning on telling he what they said?" He asked after a long silence.

"Oh, uh yeah." She began.

"You know Stace, sometimes I think that bleach really has gone to your brain." He cut her off. "So?"

"I…they said Robin was pregnant."

"Good for her and the big red retard." He really could have cared less. "…and that's what's got you all stupid today? Some woman we don't like is pregnant and you lose your damn mind? Stace, I really don't think I like what's getting into you."

"She was pregnant…" She said ignoring the rest of his rant.

"Abortion? Well…I wonder how the mast wearing freak feels about that. I guess she was afraid the baby would look like him." Test chuckled as they rounded a corner. Stacy rolled her eyes.

"No Andrew, she didn't have an…you know what." She couldn't say the word.

"An abortion." Test helped.

"Yes that." Stacy grumbled. Since Test decided a little too late that his career was more important than a family the very idea made Stacy sick to her stomach. "But that's not what happened at all. Andrew, it's all our fault! We…we killed her baby." The blonde choked out the last few words with a sob.

Test snorted and kept walking.

"Don't you have anything to say about that!" Stacy cried. Tears fell freely down her cheeks as she followed him toward the gym.

"Not really no." He sounded bored.

"How can you be like this? Her baby is dead Andrew!" She clutched at his T-shirt. "We killed…you killed her baby!"

"Listen to me very clearly." Test growled through gritted teeth. "The whole setup was your idea. Remember that? YOU wanted her out. NOT ME, YOU!" His face had turned a horrifying red with his anger. "So I didn't kill anything, you did."

A thousand retorts flew through Stacy's mind but she knew better than to speak. Instead, she did what she always did when Test went to work out before a show; she took his shirt and hung it up, then found him a clean towel and a bottle of water before she found a place to stand and wait for him to need her.

As she sat a d watched, she began to think. Maybe it was time to get away? If she couldn't hide form Sara who could she hide it from?

Suddenly, she felt calm. She knew what she had to do, but first, she had to find Sara. Stacy didn't know why but she would understand. Maybe, she'd even help. The hard part would be catching her away from her husband.

Stacy shuddered at the thought of him. The word around the locker room was that he was a really nice guy…if he liked you. The blonde was pretty sure he wanted nothing to do with her. He made Stacy's skin crawl. He had eyes that could tear you apart at a glance.

No, she thought, I've got to get Sara alone.

"Stacy!" Test yelled. The tone of his voice denoted more than a little irritation. "Are you deaf or dumb or both? I've been calling you for like five minutes."

"Oh…I'm sorry." She said insincerely. "What do you need baby?"

"Bring me that water." She did as she was told. "You know, you should really go get into a shower or something. I can't have you following me to the ring looking like that."

"If that's what you want Andrew." She sighed and rubbed a tired eye.

"Then what are you still doing here?" He snapped and waved her off. Stacy nodded silently and turned to leave. "Hey…" The big Canadian said as she reached the door. "Love you."

"Love you too Andrew." She said more out of habit than feeling. How long had it been since those words meant anything? Stacy honestly couldn't remember. The blond hesitated for a moment, then left the room, the click of the door trailing finality behind her.