Chapter Two: Surprising Visits

Trish Stratus strolled through the airport in silence, her brown eyes continually staring at the blonde beside her. The weekend of Stacy's stay was over, much to the dismay of many, including herself.

"You will come back soon, right?" the Canadian asked nervously. Stacy giggled softly, turning to face the worried features of Trish.

"I hope so..I can't make any promises though. I faced some things over these four days that have changed me.." she replied, her head falling as she tried to fight back the thoughts of Randy and John. Everything had changed, for better or worse, she wasn't sure. All she knew was that thinking of John made her feel sick.

"I'll call you tomorrow. Love ya," Trish whispered, embracing the leggy diva before she turned to head out, a last a wave of goodbye sent in her direction before she disappeared from sight, leaving Stacy all alone in the terminal..alone with her thoughts. She wasn't sure if she should blame John for possibly ruining her relationship with Randy but it seemed like just that. He had insisted on following her constantly, the result being a close friendship between the two, a friendship that evoled into something unknown, and now was on the verge of danger. Stacy sighed aloud as she rubbed her face against her hands, her tired eyes closing in exhaustion. She had to think about this later..when she was home..

John Cena tore at his hair in worry, his mind jumping in a million different directions. So Stacy had been to dinner with Orton? How could she after all he did to her? His blue eyes burned into the floor as he cracked his knuckles, his usually handsome face distorted with anger. This was not happening..not after everything. John hated Trish at this moment for not keeping her big mouth shut. What he didn't know wouldn't hurt him but that was much too late, wasn't it? He had to know why Stacy agreed to meet up with that prick, he had to know. John picked up the phone and violently pressed it into his ear, his unsteady fingers dialing her number quickly.

"Hello?" her sweet voice answered, the sound making his stomach churn.

"Hey Stace..it's John." Silence followed his words, the only sound from the other line being the television.

"Oh..hello." His chest stung with unwanted hurt at the blank tone in her voice.

"I need to ask you something.." Stacy frowned on the other line, digging her toes into the plush carpet.

"What is it?" John sighed into the phone, his legs trembling as he questioned why the hell he was on the phone with her.

"Randy..why did you go out with Randy?" John blurted out. Stacy's mouth gaped open and even though the brunette couldn't see, he knew it.

"Jesus, you tell Trish something and she goes right and blurts it out! John..I didn't want you to know..we just needed to get some things straight--" Stacy stopped suddenly before clearing her throat aloud. "Wait, why the hell am I explaining this to you? We're not even toget--"

"Stacy! That little moment we shared together three days ago meant the world to me. That's why I'm calling!" John spat, his hands desperately digging into the couch.

"I know but..Randy told me something interesting."

"What?" he asked slowly. Stacy paused as she looked around her kitchen, somehow wishing that this were all a dream.

"He cheated on me because of you..because you were getting too close to me..he jumped to conclusions," she whispered into the other line, dreading the words after they'd left her mouth.

"Fuckin' bullshit! He did it because he's a low motha fucker!" Stacy winced at his words, her heart pounding in her ears. What the hell was she doing?

"Well, I can't help but think that this is all true! I know Randy's eyes! They looked so true, John!"

"You mean to tell me that you believe him? Believe that I am the reason for all the shit that happend with you two?" Stacy chewed her lip, hard enough that she tasted metallic blood on her tongue.

"No..but I can't help but wonder." The pause on the other line was deadly and again, Stacy regretted those harsh words.

"No fuckin' way." She heard the receiver slam down in her ear, flincing as she hung up her phone. Just great..he went and turned dramatic on her. Stacy figured that this would happen but that still didn't stop her from hating herself for thinking of John this way..

Trish wiped sweat from her brow as she stepped down from the treadmill, her heart pounding violently in her chest. There were two reasons that her body was shaking..one being the fact that she'd worked herself to death in the gym and the other being that Dave Batista was watching her every move. Why the hell was he doing this? He'd been doing this since the moment she walked into the gym. Trish pretended that she didn't notice him as she made her way into the weight room, the door slamming gently behind her. She'd give him about five seconds tops before he followed her. She tossed her blonde hair anxiously, nodding in triumph when Dave burst into the room. Well, didn't she know him well!

"Hey Trish," he said casually, nodding at the blonde with a smile. Trish shifted her weight as she began doing slow reps with a dumbell, turning her head to grin at the man beside her.

"Hey big man! What's up?" Dave shrugged as he took a seat on the bench in front of her, studying her body closely.

"Some of the guys are going out tonight before we leave for the weekend and I'd like it if you came with me--us." Trish sucked in her breath at the last rep before she switched arms, all the while watching him.

"Where and what time?" Dave grinned widely as he stood up, his large hands massaging her shoulders.

"It's a place called Secrets and it'll be at nine o'clock." After getting directions from Dave, Trish said goodbye to him and exited the gym, making her way slowly to her rental car. Tonight sounded like fun..she was really looking forward to hanging out with Dave..but then again, she always loved being with him. The blonde sighed as collasped into the drivers seat, her soft eyes closing. Hopefully the hours would pass quickly..

And much to her surprise, Trish found herself next to Dave quicker than she'd imagined. Time seemed to fly when she with him or when she was thinking about him. But Trish winced when she saw his wedding ring catch the light, her chest filling with sudden pain. She tended to leave out that little detail when she was dreaming.

"Are you still with me?" Dave asked into her ear, snapping the blonde out of her thoughts.

"Barely..I can't even tell you what the guys are talking about!" He smiled at her as he wrapped his arm around her, resting it on the back of the booth.

"I'm hardly payin' attention. Wanna get some fresh air?" Trish nodded violently, desperate to get out into the night air, the thick smoke inside the bar making her head spin. The moon shone brightly off of the ocean, that being the first sight that caught Trish's eye. Her brown orbs flew open in delight, the water reflecting in her eyes. "What's on your mind tonight, sweetheart?" Trish had been afraid that he'd ask this. And it wasn't like she could lie to him..the man knew her inside and out. She fell into a deadly silence before she gathered up herself.

"I'm really going to miss you this weekend. Two whole days, wow!" she replied, smiling at the man towering over her.

"You could always come to DC," Dave replied, his fingers tracing the cup of beer in front of him. Trish stared at him in surprise, the emotion written all over her face.

"You are kidding?"

"No.." Trish laughed aloud, her cheeks flushing as she noticed the smirk that was lingering on his lips. What the hell was he up to? Was he nuts?

"No way..Angie would have my head! You know that!" And then he shrugged, this simple action sending the diva into fits of laughter, her eyes wide in shock. "Are you trying to get me into trouble?"

"Never. I'd just like you to come down and meet my family." Trish stared out into the clear ocean water, a frown replacing her smile. That was last thing on the fucking planet that she wanted to do..

Stacy sighed as she collected all the dishes from her living room, setting them gently into the soapy water. She hadn't slept in days..ever since the phone conversation with John. All she could do was try and keep her mind off of it all by cleaning. Her house was entirely spotless..guess that showed how often she thought of John, too much for her liking. Another thing disturbing her peace was the fact that Randy would be in Baltimore this weekend for an autograph signing, which meant he would more than likely stop by to see her. Stacy sighed again as she dipped her fingers into the hot water, soft tears filling her eyes. How many times had she found herself in tears since coming home from her trip? She knew that she should've never went on that damn getaway. Stacy drained the water as she dried her dishes, shoving them carelessly into the cabinents. Exhaustion had finally caught up with the leggy diva as she turned to collapse on the couch, instantly falling into a much needed sleep..

Stacy awoke to the sound of violent knocking on her door, her stomach churning as she glanced around, afternoon sunlight pouring in her living room. Shit! It was Randy..she knew it. The smart thing to do would be to ignore him, praying that he'd go away. But Stacy found herself answering the door, the sight of his face not surprising her one bit. Randy smiled at her as he leaned up against the door frame.

"Hey..I'm in town for the weekend so I wanted to see you." In spite of it all, Stacy smirked, opening the door wider to allow him inside.

"Really? You're in town? And to think, I thought I was seeing things," she replied sarcasticly, Randy rolling his eyes as he dropped his bags to the floor. "Do you think you're staying or something?" He shrugged casually, a sheepish grin on his face.

"I don't have a hotel room.." Stacy raised her hands in defense, her hazel eyes wide with shock.

"No, no and no! You are not staying at my house! I'll find you a place, just not here..please.." Randy dropped onto the couch, sighing into his hands. Stacy watched him as he slowly returned his gaze to her, his icy eyes hopeful.

"I was planning on trying to get back on better terms with you." Stacy took a seat beside him, crossing her long legs under her. What in the hell was he thinking? He must have been hit over the head too many times in the ring recently.

"Rand, it's not like I hate you..you'd be on the floor, clutching your balls if I hated you," she said, her face melting into a playful smile at the sound of his laughter. "But..I don't really want to spend the night..it's too hard for me." Randy nodded his head, softly reaching over to take her hand in his.

"I understand..but we can still hang out, right?" Stacy stayed quiet as her mind wandered back to John, her chest filling with anger. She'd tried to call him about a thousand times but he kept sending her to voicemail..he had never done that as long as they'd known each other. With a toss of her blonde hair and a smile, Stacy accepted Randy's idea to hang out.

Dave Batista shifted his weight as he watched his wife Angie, her long hair whipping past him as she hurried to get dinner ready. The trip to DC was long and uncomfortable but he had managed to get here in one piece. The sad thing was that he'd rather be elsewhere..and that is something you don't want to feel around your spouse. Dave sighed as he leaned his elbows onto the familiar kitchen table, taking in the scent of Angie's homemade bread. He closed his dark brown eyes in exhaustion, dropping his head gently onto the wooden surface.

"Honey, I don't really feel hungry. Can't I just eat later?" Angie snorted as she turned on her heel, her eyes scanning the muscular figure of her husband. She absently played with the ring on her finger, her brow furrowing in compassion.

"Okay..you look like you need a nap or something. I'll save the dinner for later." Angie pressed a small kiss to his lips as he turned from the kitchen, slowly dragging his feet up the stairs to their bedroom. Dave tore off his shirt and tossed his shoes to the side, ready to drift off to sleep. But the sound of his cell ringing loudly into his ear brought him back up from the comfortable sheets.

"Hello?" he growled. Trish laughed softly, the sound of her cheerful voice making Dave suddenly feel wide awake.

"Wow big man, pissy are we?" Dave poked his head out into the hall before closing the door before continuing.

"Trish! What's up?" An odd tingle ran up his spine, excitement written all over his face even though the blonde could not see it.

"I'm taking your invitation..I'm on my way to DC." Dave fell into a confused silence, his palms sweating slightly as he strained his ears to listen for Angie.

"Why? I mean..I..don't know if that's a good idea." Trish laughed again, the sound making Dave's stomach churn.

"Dave, it better be because I made sure I had an autograph signing there just so I could see you." Dave slid back into the bed, closing his eyes as he let out a sigh.

"But Vince wanted you to have the weekend off."

"Well, I'd rather go to DC," Trish said, her tone mixed with defiance and hurt. "But if you don't want to see me--"

"No! That's not it..I just don't know how Angie will react..you said it yourself," he said. Trish tossed her hair again, rebellion shining in her eyes.

"She will have to deal with it. Expect me tomorrow around noon, catch ya then." Dave hung up his cell quickly, the sound of his wifes footsteps drawing closer to the door. Angie appeared in the room seconds, her eyes filled with question as she stared at Dave. The only sound was that of the clock, ticking quietly into his ears as his wife stared him down.

"I thought you were tired," Angie said coldly.

"Well, I got a phone call from a friend of mine." His wife took a seat on the edge of the bed, her hands resting firmly on his stomach. Dave chewed his lip absently as she smiled at him.

"Who?" she asked slowly.

"Trish Stratus..she's stopping by for an autograph signing and she wants to come over." Angie's features turned into a frown as she rubbed her eyes, a exasperated groan escaping her lips.

"I don't really feel like company. I wanted it to be us.." Dave sat up and took her hand, pressing a gentle kiss to her palm.

"I promise that next weekend, I'll make it up to you. Trish is a sweetheart, you'll love her." But Angie didn't seem so excited, which was not a surprise to Dave. He knew she wouldn't like the idea. If it had been one of his guy friends, she'd have no problem but since it was the beautiful Trish Stratus, it was a different story. Dave found himself annoyed with her presence as she crawled into bed beside him. He knew he should not feel that way about his wife but..he couldn't stop the feeling of wishing that it were Trish's arms wrapped around his waist...

I'm sorry this is kind of short but I have a lot of schoolwork to do, haha! I hope this chapter didn't disappoint. I love getting reviews so keep 'em coming, please!

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