A/N: Now that Trish and Dave are together, the story is basically over... yeah, right. There's plenty more in store for everyone before this saga comes to an end, so I really hope you keep reading and reviewing! You guys all rock, you know that.

Part 21
Molly growled as she rolled over to her side, stuffing a pillow over her head. She felt a finger poking at her waist once again. Someone had a death wish. She dramatically tossed her pillow to the floor, before flipping back over to face her assailant.

"Oh good, you're awake," Christian said with a smile.

He laughed when she rolled her tired eyes at him, and placed her hands over her face. Molly was far from a morning person, and every once in awhile he just liked to torture her because of it.

"What do you want?" she asked him, though her voice was far from interested.

He shrugged, "You're cute when you sleep, but you're cuter awake." She lifted her hands and stared daggers into him. "My little ray of sunshine."

Had he not been slightly frightened by her murderous gaze, Christian would have laughed. He shifted away slightly, preparing himself for an assault. Molly turned away to yawn, and then she stared menacingly at him.

"You woke me up out of a perfectly deep sleep," she spoke flatly, her eyes reminding him just how serious of an offense that was. "There better be more to it then me being cute."

"Nope. Cute was about it," Christian teased, reaching under the covers to tickle her sides again. The tactic which usually had her hysterical in under a minute, did not garner a single giggle. Instead, Molly balled her hand into a fist and punched him in the chest. She kept going at him until he threw his hands out to protect himself. "I surrender," he gave in weakly. "Okay, okay, so there is something I wanna talk about."

"What's that?" Molly questioned, resting on her back. She yawned, this time covering her mouth.

Christian cleared his throat, something he only did when he had something important to say. He pulled himself up so that his back rested against the headboard. He gestured for her to join him, wrapping his arms around her when she placed her head on his shoulder.

"What is it, babe/" she asked him, her eyes filling with worry. The serious gaze on his face concerned her.

He sighed loudly, "It's this thing with Randy and me. How long does it have to continue?" He paused, but went on when she raised an eyebrow at him. "I don't think it's such a good idea."

"We promised Randy and Stacy we'd help them," she protested. Christian nodded. He knew how seriously she took promises. "Why do you want out all of a sudden? You were fine with it last night."

"And I stayed up all night thin king about it. Mol, we can't keep this up forever. Randy and I can't wrestle each other every night for the rest of our careers."

"You won't have to," she insisted, lifting her head up. "Randy and Stace both know this is temporary. It's about their safety."

"No, it's about our safety," Christian argued, his voice growing slightly defensive. "It's great that you wanna help them out, but have you stopped to think about what'll happen to us if Flair or Triple H find out this is a scam? We're just as involved as Randy and Stacy are."

Molly shrugged, "Hunter already doesn't like me."

"And he doesn't touch you because you're my girl," Christian reminded her. "For whatever reason, they like me. They find out Randy and I are working together, I go on the shit list, and we go through hell."

Molly bit her lip as she considered his statement. She had never thought about the consequences that they would face for helping Randy and Stacy out. They were at a serious risk. Before she had to respond, there was a knock on the door.

Molly glanced up at Christian, pouting, "Go get that?"

He groaned, but the Canadian released his grip on her waist and carried himself out of bed. He disappeared out of the bedroom and went for the door.

"Uh, Mol," he called awkwardly a moment later. "…Trish is here to see you."

Molly sprang out of bed, suddenly feeling very alert. Trish wouldn't stop by so early unless something was wrong. She hurried out into the other room, where a smiling Trish caught her off guard. She didn't look upset. In fact, Trish looked giddy. Molly took a seat beside her best friend on the couch Christian had showed to her when she arrived. She glanced up at her boyfriend, motioning to the bedroom door. With a pout and a kick, Christian sighed and made his exit.

"Dave and I are together," Trish blurted before Molly could even look her way.

The brunette's head whipped around, and her eyes went wide. She returned Trish's smile with an ear-to-ear grin of her own.

"It's about damn time. Stacy and I were starting to take bets," she said with a laugh. Trish lowered her head in a sheepish nod. "Really though, Trish, I'm so happy for you. You deserve this."

Trish offered her a warm smile in response. She wasn't used to smiling so much. But ever since last night, she found it impossible to stop.

"Thanks, Mol. I didn't realize how ridiculous I was being about not talking to him until after I did it," she admitted. "But everything is great now… it really feels right with Dave."

Molly's grin widened. She loved stories that ended this way. The prospect of true love succeeding made her happy. Her mind wandered a bit, back to her talk with Christian. How would Hunter react when he found out that the couple he so desperately tried to destroy had survived his attempts? She could just see the furniture flying.

"What are you gonna do about The Game-uhh?" Molly questioned, giggling. The two of them constantly made fun of the way Hunter spoke. "He's gonna be livid."

"Of course he is," Trish agreed with a nod. "I took his Animal from him. He won't know what to do."

Molly's gaze grew skeptical. She hoped that Trish was not underestimating Hunter. With or without Dave, the champ would come out of this swinging, and swinging hard.

"Don't doubt him, Trish. I'm sure he'll come up with something."

"Oh, I know that," Trish replied. "Don't worry about me, Mol. If Hunter decides he has a problem with me, I'll just give him the fight of his life."

Whether it was cocky or just plain confident, Molly admired Trish's bravado. If anyone, man or woman, had the guts to stand up to Hunter, it was Trish Stratus.

"As long as you're ready to retaliate when he fights back…" she said, slightly warily.

Trish just smiled at her, "Guess I'll have to get those Chick Kicks ready."


After finishing her discussion with Molly, Trish headed back to her hotel room, where she had left a sleeping Dave nearly an hour ago. She hardly wanted to stop staring at him and get out of bed, but she was getting antsy. She had to tell someone the good news. She was sure she had made the right decision.

Any skepticism she felt about her choice washed away when she saw Molly's eyes light up. Even Christian, whom she gathered had been listening in the whole time, mumbled a congratulations when he walked her to the door as his girlfriend instructed.

A smile spread widely across her lips as she pushed the hotel room door open and found Dave sitting on the couch. Having woken up while she was gone, Dave read her note and got ready for the day while she visited with Molly. He relaxed onto the couch, dressed in his usual three-piece suit. It was hard for Trish not to stare. The man was beautiful.

She came to sit beside him, but he quickly scooped her up and rested her in his lap.

"Mornin', beautiful," he murmured into her neck, planting a quick kiss on her jaw.

Trish tossed her arms around him, rubbing her cheek against his freshly shaven face.

"Funny, I was gonna say the same thing," she told him.

Dave laughed, shaking his head. He was still in a state of almost-disbelief. The previous night was extremely emotional for him, but it could not have had a better ending. He was tempted to pinch himself, just to be sure it was real. He sat with her in silence, his head resting on her shoulder.

"Ya know something?" he spoke eventually. Trish shifted and raised an eyebrow. "When you ran into me all that time ago, I never even considered this. I knew right away that I wanted to know more about you…" He paused, taking a deep breath. "But I never imagined we'd end up like this."

Trish nodded. When she first collided with Dave, she had hardly expected to see him again, much less fall in love with him. There was so much she could say, but she just grinned.

"One of life's pleasant surprises," she said simply.

Dave tilted his head back, staring at her. His lips curled up slightly as he drank in her features. He always thought she was gorgeous. But there was something about her, something about her being his that made her that much more beautiful.

"Yeah…"

Their heads moved closer together, almost magnetically. They met in a kiss, one no less passionate than the one from the night before. Trish placed her knee on the other side of Dave's body, straddling him as the kiss deepened. She could feel his reaction to her, and she giggled into his mouth. She rolled her hips just slightly, earning a groan from Dave.

Trish smiled… she almost forgot how fun it was to torture a man like that. She broke the kiss a minute later, gasping for a breath as her hands went to his tie. As she began to untie it, she stopped and sent an expectant glance his way.

Dave placed his hands on her hips, kissing her again. He'd been imagining this situation for the longest time. Like he'd turn it away when the offer finally came.

"We really don't need to be at the arena on time," he said with a wink.