Title: Goodbye Isn't Forever

Author(s): Sailor Starlight Girl

Genre: Romance

Rating: T

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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.

Authoress Note: Hey guys! I'm sorry for the long delay.. But I've been busy and everything with school, homework, etc. I've also had severe Writers Block which practically puts me off writing for a long, long time as you can see. Oh and I'm also working on a long tribute to the late Eddie Guerrero so please be on the look out for that, as it's full of drama, suspense and probably no romance.. But we'll see, won't we? Anyway, onto the story. )

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Chapter 8: An Unexpected Meeting.

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Meanwhile, Randy Orton sped down the highway of two-eighty-six, the road towards Pennsylvania Hospital. He had been driving for hours now and it had been raining heavily. He said he'd do anything for her, even if that meant being by her side, but even then with what he had said changed. They were apart now and nothing but his undying love and passion for her could ever save it. But what if she didn't love him anymore or she had moved on and forgotten about him?

No, that'd be impossible. They had been apart for only a short period of time…

But even so, time can change how one could feel…

"Stacy…" He breathed heavily, clenching the steering wheel with the palms of his hands.

"I'm coming, baby... I'm coming..."

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"She has lost all consciousness!"

"Stacy, Stacy… C'mon, C'mon… Stay with us…"

Beep… Beep… Beep…

"She's… Gone…"

"No she's not! We've gotta keep trying… Steer clear!"

The machine pounded down on her chest sending massive volts of electricity throughout her tainted body. She had died but they had to keep trying, through the saddened tears of the nurses and the assistant doctors.

"Damnit! Please, dear god, stay with us!" Dr. Evan Lynn shouted, rubbing his hands through his short black hair. Perspiration rolled down his forehead and cheeks. He didn't understand why or how this could be happening. How this could lead to that so quickly. Maybe he had misdiagnosed her? No, no, that was impossible. He was always right in his diagnosis… But for the young woman to go into cardiac arrest just minutes before he had seen her, that was impossible in itself.

"Doctor, please, please stop—"

Dr. Lynn glanced over at one of his co-workers, then back at the girl lying helplessly in the bed. "I can't give up on her, I won't give up on her," he stated firmly, again pounding the two respirators down on her chest. The body jumped before floating down onto the mattress again.

One of the nurses glanced over at the machine to look for any signs of life… A weak pulse was soon found.

A sigh of relief filled the room as Dr. Lynn told the Nurses and his other helpers to rush her to get another ultrasound to see what was really wrong with her then afterwards, she'd be taken to the observation room where she'll be monitored for hours at a time. Hopefully, with all tests completed, Dr. Lynn would finally find out what was actually wrong with her.

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Chris stepped through the automatic doors, ignoring the helpless sounds of screaming and panic around him. He couldn't take this environment anymore. He had always hated hospitals. Ever since he could remember…

He cupped his hands around his ears in hope that he'd become deaf and didn't have to hear the physical pain of losing a loved one. People crowded the hallways, making it even harder to escape this horrible nightmare.

Finally finding the escape root, Chris then stumbled through the automatic sliding doors, mumbling a small apology to the elderly couple he had bumped into before finally finding himself outside in the cool, Pennsylvanian mid-winter night air.

Taking a deep breath, Chris then sat down on a nearby bench which he shared with a young woman. The woman was most likely be in her early 20s, he guessed. She had a light complexion and waist length, curly, mahogany hair. But what made him notice her even more was that in her arms lay a small bundle, layered in the most warmest and cleanest of fabrics.

Unnoticeably to him though, the woman had long since noticed that the male was staring at her and her new born baby. She then gave him a warm, generous smile.

"His name is Daniel," she whispered, interrupting his thoughts. "Daniel James Porter."

"Oh!" He replied before quickly taking his eyes off the squirming bundle. "I'm sorry, I just—"

She giggled a little. "No it's fine, really. Daniel and I are already used to being the center of attention."

Chris smiled back awkwardly in reply, not really sure what to say at this moment. Of course, he had dreamt of having children someday, hell, he would love to experience the life of being a proud, loving parent. There would never be much more of a pleasurable experience, really. Just to hold him or her in his arms—

"You can hold him if you'd like," she smiled, somehow reading his mind.

Chris blinked then shook his head politely. "No, no, it's okay. I better not—"

Before he could finish the sentence, the woman practically pushed the infant into his arms.

"Here," she whispered, "He won't bite."

Chris glanced up at the woman, obviously confused. He really wasn't too sure of what to do at this moment, whether that either be giving the baby back to the woman or follow his instincts and pull the child closer to him.

"I know but… I don't know what to do." Chris admitted, still a little confused.

"Here, it's simple." She said, making specific arm movements on how to hold a baby. Of course, Chris followed her every hand and arm movement she made incase he might make a terrible mistake and drop the child.

"Now you've got it!" She claimed with a bright smile. Chris laughed

"Wow, this really isn't hard at all…" He beamed as he had finally mastered the technique of holding an infant.

Daniel looked up and into the blonde males face, a little oblivious onto what was going on around him and as to where his mother had disappeared to. It looked as though the child was contented and not really willing to cry at this moment.

"I think your girlfriend would be proud," the woman finally interrupted the quiet moment between the two.

Chris glanced up and turned his head around to face hers, "Oh, no, no. I don't have a girlfriend." He honestly admitted, thinking that maybe that was one of the only things that were probably missing from his life, right now.

"Oh?" The woman raised an eyebrow before letting out an innocent chuckle. "Could've fooled me, you know. I mean, any girl would be lucky to have you as a husband, let alone as a boyfriend."

He watched her sigh then frown again before she forced another smile. "So, who are you waiting for?" She said, quickly changing the subject.

"Oh, my friend is in hospital right now."

"Then why aren't you in there with them?"

"I don't like hospitals. Neverhave. Never will."

"Well, I'm sure most people hate them. I certainly do, anyway. I was in hospital with Daniel for about a month or so. He was about three months premature and I had a tear in my lower abdomen. But don't worry, I'm fine now and I have the scar to prove it too!"

She laughed a little as well as putting her hand gently on where the stitches kept the wound together. "I'm sorry about your friend," she frowned, "I hope they're alright."

"She should be fine. Hopefully the doctors will release her in a week's time." Chris added, feeling awfully numb about the secret he was holding back from his friend. He knew he had to tell her in a week's time or else the doctors would tell her for him. But for now, he wanted to keep it locked up inside his heart, even if it was deceiving her. He would take the risk, if only to keep her from hurting anymore.

"I think this is my lift," The woman said, awkwardly as a dark green, rusty station wagon pulled up to the hospitals emergency ramp. Chris nodded quickly before handing Daniel back to his rightful mother. Almost straight away, the infant began to cry. The woman reacted by reaching into her denim jeans and then pulling out a pacifier. She then placed it in his mouth and he shut up almost immediately.

Chris then stood and then escorted the young woman to her car. Just as they had both reached the car, a man about in his early-30s stepped out and into the cold air. Chris couldn't help but notice his distinguishing figures. Numerous tattoos could be found covering his chest; most were covered with the leather vest he was wearing. His hair, on the other hand was shoulder-length, jet black hair was tossed up into a messy pony tail. He then glared over at Chris before advancing on him.

"What in the hell are you doing to my wife!" The man demanded. His breath reeking the distinguishing scent of alcohol.

"Scott… Don't." The woman begged, getting into the middle of both men.

"Scott?" Chris blinked, not noticing that he repeated the name as if in a trance… As if he personally knew the guy.

"What's it to you?" The male known as Scott bounced back, obviously upset that his wife was seen with another male and an attractive one at that. "Come on, babe, let's go."

The woman nodded before opening the back door of the passenger's side and placing Daniel into a navy blue, baby car seat in the center. She then strapped the infant up and closed the door behind her. She then turned her head to face her boyfriend and nodded gently and he stormed off to the driver's side of the car.

"I'm sorry about him," the woman began, apologizing. "I mean, Scott usually is pretty protective of me, but really not this much, I assure you."

"It's fine." Chris then forced another smile, "You really don't have to explain."

She nodded shyly then glanced up to meet his warm and innocent blue eyes. "You know, it's been great meeting you—"

"Chris, Chris Irvine." He finished, a little awkwardly.

The woman then smiled warmly before turning on her heels to leave toward her car. When she was inside, she waved gently and said, "See you around, Chris." Before her and her husband drove off into the night.

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Note: Well that's the end of the chapter, I know, I know it was all Chris Jericho centered, but I'll assure you that I have my reasons for this chapter revolving around him. Next chapter will probably be more about Randy/Stacy and their relationship overall, anyway, I better not spoil it. Please read and review. I'd really appreciate all of your feedback.

- Sailor Starlight Girl.