A/N: Sorry if it's been forever, but I've been really sick this past week. I'm feeling so much better now to finally update. so enjoy and don't forget to review.

Chapter 17

"The Feeling is there"

A month has gone by and till this very day Randy hasn't returned any of Trish's calls. Being on different shows has separated the two completely and neither of them bothered to keep in touch. Trish has given up and decides to use Amy's advice and wait till he does come around even if it does take forever.

It's been exactly one month as Trish reaches full recovering from her ankle injury. However, she still had one month to go till she can officially be back in the ring. For the meantime, Vince McMahon scheduled an appointment for the Canadian bombshell concerning what she'll be doing for the following month.

Tonight's RAW taping takes place in Trish's hometown of Toronto, Canada. As soon as she arrived in the arena, Trish knocked lightly on Vince's office and cautiously walks inside. "Oh hey, Trish." He turns around from his chair with a phone in hand. "Please sit down." Trish lifted an eyebrow as she takes a seat in front of his desk. Vince hangs up the phone and smiles at the Canadian native. "Thank you for meeting me here, Trish. I have some news for you."

She furrowed her eyebrows and listens intently. "But first of all, how are you feeling?"

"I feel great." Trish responds with a smile. 'Hopefully this means he'll put me back in the ring.' She thought hopefully.

"Well, that's good to hear." Vince folds his hands on top of his desk. "Trish, over these past years you have become one of the most dominate, successful, and dedicated divas here in the business. I am impressed of how far you've gone from being a valet to now a wrestler." There was a small pause. "The women's division in RAW has been a knockout. However, the divas in SmackDown are more inexperienced and are in desperate need of help when it comes to their wrestling abilities and so this is where you come in." Trish wrinkles her forehead. "The writers and I have decided that it is best if we put you under the SmackDown roster and help improve the women division."

"What!" Trish immediately got up from the chair. "That means I have to leave RAW."

Vince McMahon smiles, "Exactly."

"But why me? Why can't it be Victoria or even Mickie James? They're just as good."

"Well, many others and myself included believe you're the best one for the job. You were here in the business far longer than they have. With you in SmackDown, ratings would certainly go up. I hope you don't have a problem with that."

Trish nods her head reluctantly. "No," she sadly whispers, "anything for the business."

"Good." He smiles, "You'll be back on the road with SmackDown in two days. You may leave."

"Hey, beautiful," John passes by Trish on his way towards the parking lot of the arena. He noticed the down look on her face as he gently touches her chin and lifts her face up to meet her gaze. "What's with the sad look?" He asks.

Trish looks at him and sighs. "I just had a talk with Vince."

"And?"

She sighs again. "And…he's putting me in SmackDown."

John's mouth fell open. "What?" A faint gasp escaped from his lips, "No way…"

"Yes way…"

"I didn't think he was gonna do it."

Trish furrowed her eyebrows. "You knew about this?"

"Well, he did mention to me about putting you in the SmackDown roster to help out the women division over there, but I didn't think he was gonna really do it."

Trish brushes her hair back and sighs. "I can't even stand half of the girls in SmackDown." John frowns, not only on her behalf but he didn't want to see her go either. With her in SmackDown and him at RAW, that would mean less time seeing each other and possibly not at all. "And now I'm forced to work with them. Most of my friends are here in RAW."

"You don't have to go, Trish. We can protest or something!"

"John, you know we can't do that."

"But you're the best thing that ever happened in the women division in RAW. They can't just let you go."

"Unfortunately they can. Besides, going to SmackDown could be a good thing for my career."

He looks at her and scoffs. "Yeah, going up against women that are not even half as good as you," John says while rolling his eyes.

"Which is why they need me," she tells him, "I mean I could use the challenge."

"Good luck in finding one over there…"

Trish narrows her eyes at him. "You know, I could definitely use the support here."

"Sorry, I just don't think I'm ready to see you go, especially with the fun times we've shared together." Trish smiles in awed, "I wouldn't want that to go to waste."

The blonde Canadian rolls her eyes, "Stop being overly dramatic, John. You know that's not going to happen." He coyly blushes. "Anyway, I'm supposed to meet Amy somewhere. I'll catch you later."

"Okay," he nods his head disappointingly. "Bye, Trish." John follows her gaze until she disappeared at the corner. 'This is it, man.' He thought to himself. 'I have to tell her how I feel.'

"Hello?" Trish picks up her cell phone on her way to her car just as she exited the arena. It was none other than Stacy on the other line. "Oh hey, Stace. How are you doing?" Trish opens the door of her black convertible and hops in. "I'm fine. Guess what?"

"What?" Stacey squeals excitedly.

"I'm moving to SmackDown."

An exaggerated gasp escaped from her lips, "Nah uh!"

"Yeah uh!"

"Oh my God, Trish! That's great!"

"Yeah, super." The blonde Canadian groans sarcastically, allowing Stacey to pout.

"You don't sound too thrilled about it."

"That's because I'm not."

"Did you forget that your other best friend, moi, is still in the SmackDown roster?"

"Yeah, but you're still doing the whole Dancing with the Stars thing."

"Well, it's almost over!" Trish sighs as she begins starting her car. "Besides, enough Trish and Amy time. You need some of Stacey." The former women's champion lets out a chuckle.

"I need some Stacey?"

"Uh huh."

"That's the lamest thing I've heard lately."

The long legged blonde rolls her eyes. "Anyway, so what's the gossip between you and John that I've been hearing so much about?"

"You are so predictable, Stacey, and what gossip are you talking about?"

"Well I heard you two have been spending a lot of time together lately. Care to share?"

Trish adjusted her mirrors and groans. "Okay fine. You want to know something?"

"Do tell!"

There was a small pause as Trish drew in a deep breath. "I like the guy alright."

Although she couldn't see it, Stacey covers her mouth and screeches out of excitement. "I knew it! Ha! You know I saw this coming."

"Don't trip, Stacey. It's nothing serious."

"So what happened to the 'Oh I don't date other people in the business' policy?" She stated in rather mocking tone, still breathing heavily at the news that got her thrilled.

"Just because I have this small thing with him doesn't mean we're gonna start dating seriously now."

"Why not?"

"It's the Trish policy remember?"

"Screw your damn policy." Stacey retorts. "This is your chance to be truly happy again."

"Sorry," Trish shrugs her shoulders, "not going to happen."

"Ugh!" She groans. "You are so damn stubborn, Stratus! When I come back, you are gonna do something about it."

"Oh, I'm shaking in my boots now." She stated jokingly. "I'll talk to you later, Stace. I don't want to get into a car accident talking to you."

"Drive safely, you hear?"

Trish chuckles. "Okay, Mom. And good luck with the competition. Bye."

A/N: Thanks for reading. Let me know what you think. Peace.