Title: Goodbye Isn't Forever

Author(s): Sailor Starlight Girl

Genre: Romance

Rating: T


Disclaimer: I do not, under any circumstances own or claim to own World Wrestling Entertainment (WWE) under any purpose, way or form. WWE is © Vincent Kennedy McMahon unless stated otherwise.

Chapter 7: I Don't Want To Lose You.

"You slept with my best friend!"

"Baby please, we can work through this…"

"Damnit Randy! I thought I could trust you—"

"Baby, I told you, she came onto me!"

"That's a damn lie and you know it. Trish and I have been best friends even before you came along and now you're saying you slept with her? I don't think so. Trish and I have been close since ninth grade and she, no, we made a promise—"

"Even promises can be broken, Stacy. We both know that. So don't pretend that promises can be kept forever because temptation will always get the better of us."

Pause

"Why? … Why Randy, why? Why did you do this? Did you think it would hurt me? Well now, you've got your wish."

"Stacy, you know it wasn't like—"

"THEN WHAT WAS IT LIKE RANDY! 'CAUSE I DON'T THINK I COULD UNDERSTAND!"

"We… We were experimenting…"

"EXPERIMENTING? DAMNIT RANDY! WE'RE NOT FRIGGEN' KIDS ANYMORE…"

"Don't you think I know that!"

"Well it doesn't seem like it!"

"Stace, I really do love you. Not Trish… We can work things out, trust me. I just need some space and time, that's all."

"Time? You want some SPACE! … Fine, have your space, Randy. It's not like I can do this on my own, right?"

"You make it sound like it's a damn crime, Stace."

"That's because it is! You can't just go and mess around with of all people my Best Friend, now can you?"

"It's just a damn break, for gods sakes! It's not like it's a break-up or anything. I still love—"

"Please, just don't— I don't need this right now…"

"Stacy, I mean what I say. I really do love you but, I really do need this space and time to myself for a while. It'll be best for the both of us…"

"Where.. Where will you stay?"

"Dave's… Hunter's… Flair's… Hotel… Wherever I can find…"

"Alright. Um, well, please, just give me a call, when you get there, I mean, just to, um, tell me if you got there okay, promise?"

"Yeah, I will. Just don't worry, Stacy. … Goodbye isn't forever, it's just for now…"

Stacy Keibler soon awoke to the abrupt noise of knocking at her door. She groaned, almost puzzled as to her whereabouts at this very moment, but more worried as to the sound coming from the pine hospital door.

"Come in," she choked, wondering if the figure outside the door could tell her what she was doing in here in the first place.

"Hey you," a very familiar, cheery voice chorused as he opened the door and made his way over towards the blonde woman.

"Chris!" She gasped, startled at the visitors voice.

"That's my name, don't wear it out," Chris Irvine chuckled, carefully wrapping his arms around the blonde, trying hard to try and avoid the cords and plugs that surrounded her torso. They then slowly broke the hold as Stacy glanced up at her male friend.

"What am I doing here?" Stacy questioned. Her voice so soft and unsure.

Chris' eyes widened. She didn't remember! She didn't remember the fight she and Trish had in the Locker Room in previous hours… It made him wonder if this kind of behavior was actually normal, in a sense that Stacy should or shouldn't remember the incident. He then decided that it wasn't really important or necessary right now to bring it up.

"What is it Chris? What am I doing here?" Stacy inquired, watching her close friends' facial expression to suddenly change from happy to spaced out. So she decided to try again. "Chris?"

"Oh!" Chris then replied, shaking himself out of his trance before sliding a quick smile upon his lips as he watched the other frown. "So had any other visitors come and visit beside me?"

"You're not listening to anything I've got to say, Chris!" She snapped, pulling herself up from the hard, uncomfortable hospital bed, using the steel bars located at both sides of the bed. "I'm not stupid—" Stacy began before feeling an uneasy, throbbing sensation coming from her abdomen. Crying out in pain, she lent forward, her messy blonde locks following the motion of her head. Chris gasped as he placed his arms supportably around her waist as he called for help.

"Chris… H-Help me… I—" The female gasped, helplessly not knowing what was going on around her. She felt so weak… The room seemed like it was spinning round and around, this lead to her becoming incredibly dizzy.

"HELP! PLEASE HELP!" Chris continued shouting before catching the attention of a trainee nurse whom was on the way back from her service in the Children's Ward. The nurse then rushed to the aid of Stacy and Chris.

"What happened?" The woman asked, frantically.

"I'm not sure. She just started having severe pains—"

"Where abouts?"

"In her abdomen some place. Please, please help her!"

"Okay, okay." The trainee nurse began, "Has she eaten anything within the past two hours?"

Chris shrugged. "I don't know. I only just got here approximately half an hour ago. She just started to act like this. Just god, please help her. I don't want to lose her."

As soon as Chris said those words, two doctors rushed into the room. A male alongside a female accomplice. Both were rolling in trolleys of vital medical equipment. The woman then glanced over at Jericho, then back at her partner. He nodded as the brunette female walked over to the frantic Chris.

"Sir, I think it might be best if you waited outside—"

"NO! I won't leave her! I just can't—"

"Please sir, don't make this any harder on yourself." The brunette proclaimed firmly before continuing, "Your wife is going to be alright, she's in the best of hands now."

Chris then paused. Did he just call Stacy his wife? No, no there must have been a mistake… She didn't—

"Sir, please," The nurse began once more, snapping Chris out of his trance. "If you don't leave soon I'll be forced to call security."

Chris just nodded and left, the door shutting quietly behind him. Perhaps it was best if he just left. She was in the best of hands, like that woman said. Besides, it wasn't like she couldn't go on without him, right?

"Uh, sir, can I help you?" A voice echoed for the third time, almost irritated. It then tried again. "Sir, may I help you?"

Chris then turned around to meet another Nurse. Ugh, he hated this place. Chris then forced a small smile. "No, well, yes you can. Could you deliver a message for me?"

The voice nodded, "What's the message? Who's it from? Who should I deliver it to?"

"To Stacy Keibler, I'm sorry I couldn't stay but I just had to get away. I couldn't stand to see you like this, so I've gone to fix everything. Please don't worry about me. Just focus on getting well soon. Love, Chris."

"Is that all?"

He nodded. "Oh and tell her I'll drop by later too?"

"Will do, sir. Have a good day."

"I will, believe me I will."


Note: Well, what did you think of this chapter? Good, bad, a little too Jericho centric? Well, I'd love to hear from you, very much so. Oh yeah, and I'd like to take this time to apologize for not writing this chapter sooner. It's just with school and the heavy work load I have now, I don't really have time to write. It sucks, but I'm trying my best in trying to get this all done. I have done a time-line for this story and I'm going to promise you that this story will be approximately 25 chapters in total. I'm not even half way there yet! So I better hurry up with the next update (I hope you enjoyed the little Randy/Stacy conversation up the top. I really enjoyed writing it.)

Yours truly,

Sailor Starlight Girl

PS: I've decided that I won't do reviewers responses right now, I've decided to leave that for the last Chapter of the story, if you guys don't mind? Though this really isn't an excuse but I'm really strict on time right now so it'd probably have to be the last Chapter, I'm afraid. But seriously, I love you guys for taking enough time to sit there and actually review. Even if it's just three words, it's nice to know that you care. You guys rock!