1Chapter Six: "Finding Out the Truth"

Angie Batista fiddled with her hair in thought as she sat by the phone, her dark eyes closed and her head bowed as she awaited a call from her husband. Dave hadn't called her in over three days and that was unlike him..they usually talked once a day. Angie had spent the evening cleaning up for his weekend return home, but she'd spent the majority of it thinking. Nothing about their marriage seemed right anymore. She'd try her best to keep her mouth shut about it but that was getting too hard for her. When he came home this weekend, they'd have a long talk. Angie knew that something was either bothering him or he had somebody else on his mind. Dave would tell her to stop letting her mind wander but she knew he was avoiding the subject. Or was she going crazy? Angie squeezed her eyes tightly to keep them from filling with unshed tears. She had promised herself that she wouldn't cry over this and she intended on keeping that promise. The room had been too silent before but now the ringing of the phone had filled her awaiting ears.

"Hello?" she answered quickly, biting down on her finger to try and relieve herself of some stress.

"Hey Ang, it's Dave! How you doin' hun?" Angie's heart skipped a beat at the sound of her husband's deep voice.

"I'm doing okay..I've missed you baby! Why haven't you called me?" Dave sucked in his breath at this simple question, his face darkening even though his wife could not see it.

"I've been very busy. Trish and I–"

"Trish Stratus?" Angie spat, sitting straight up in her seat.

"Yes, Trish Stratus. We've been doing some projects together, like visiting sick children and stuff." Angie glared at the floor as she listened to Dave ramble on about his ventures with the blonde she had come to despise. Logically, she had absolutely no proof that Dave and Trish were having some wild affair but that is what she feared most. And to learn that he'd been hanging out with her so much, brought her to more crazy conclusions.

"I'd love to stay and chat but I have to tuck our girls in. I'll see you this weekend, right?" Silence followed on the other line after Angie spoke these words. She raised a nervous eyebrow as she awaited her husbands voice.

"Actually, I can't make it this weekend, Ang.." Dave said softly into the phone.

"Why not!"

"I'm going off to Toronto with Trish, to visit some of the kids up there." Angie's mouth hung open as she processed his words, her heart aching in her chest.

"Fine, whatever. I don't really want to see you anyway." Angie slammed the phone down in rage. She couldn't believe that he even had the nerve to mention that he'd be with that slut over the weekend, when he should be with her, in DC!

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Trish pulled her overly-full suitcase out from her trunk, the large bag falling to the ground with a gentle thump. She rolled her eyes in distress, slamming the open door down with fury. How many times had she dropped this damn suitcase today? She bent over and seized it up into her slim hand and continued on with her unpacking. Trish may be stressed but being in her hometown of Toronto for the weekend was like the antidote. And, to be honest with herself, being with Dave as well made her stomach churn with excitement. It was only them for the next two days..well, it wasn't like they'd never been alone..it was just that there was always someone else near by and they were never together for this long, away from RAW. Trish sighed as she gathered up her belongings and made her way slowly to check into the hotel. Dave was staying in Room 1250 so she figured that he'd booked her next to him. Sure enough, her Room number was 1252. Once she'd gotten the keycard and found a place on the crowded elevator, Trish found herself on the fifth floor, standing in front of her door. So this was it, huh? They were to be expected at the Children's Hospital in less than an hour..then after that..so began their weekend, alone..

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Back in Baltimore, a leggy blonde was fast asleep in her bed, curled up deep in the comforter that wrapped around her slim figure. Stacy Keibler had just returned from a hectic week traveling back and forth between the States and all she wanted to do now was relax..but rest hadn't come easy. Oh no, Stacy found herself in an unwanted state of anxiety over a certain man she wished to push from her mind. She hated to see herself so distraught over Randy Orton but it was hard to pretend that she was fine with the fact that he'd been spotted with the very woman who had cost Stacy her relationship with the handsome brunette. She hated her, she hated Torrie Wilson so much that she knew if the Idaho native suddenly dropped dead, that she would not shed a tear. Nor even pay it any mind. Stacy knew that this was a terrible thing, yet she somehow knew that no one could blame her. The leggy blonde was slowly eased out of her restless slumber, the morning glow forcing her to shut her eyes again. Stacy pulled herself out from between the blankets, dragging her feet across the plush carpet. The last thing she wanted to do was face this beautiful Saturday worrying about something that she couldn't change. Stacy flipped her blonde hair so that it fell behind her shoulders and made her way into the kitchen, prepared to try and start off the day with a nice breakfast.

Stacy spent her day catching up with her Mom, while shopping at The Gallery and having a small lunch at the Inner Harbor. It felt good to clear her mind of things..her Mom had a tendency to improve her mood, no matter what the situation. And that is why the Diva adored her so much. The evening fell over Baltimore quicker than Stacy expected and she found herself back at her apartment sooner than later. Tomorrow was Sunday, which meant back on the road with RAW..but more importantly, it meant being back with Randy. Stacy's head fell as she paced around the living room, her eyes locked on the sunset view that was glowing off of the buildings. She had tried to keep back the tears that begged to be shed but no longer could she contain them. The salty liquid left trails down her cheeks and slowly made their way onto her lips, kissing them before falling to the floor..

MEANWHILE

Trish stared at Dave from across the candle lit table, her doe brown eyes glittering in the soft glow. She wouldn't be sitting here if it weren't for the Hospital. The workers insisted that they treat the two to a delightful dinner at the finest place in Toronto, to show their gratitude to the WWE superstars. The whole atmosphere was thick with silence, neither knowing exactly what to say to break the ice that seemed to hang over them. Dave kept drumming his fingers on the glass table, a look of helplessness on his dark features. Trish couldn't help but crack a smile at his expression, trying to conceal the giggle that escaped her lips. His gaze was on her the second he heard her, his black eyes shining with confusion.

"What could possibly be funny?" Dave asked sternly. Trish straightened her face, crossing her arms over her firm breasts.

"You look so..distraught." The large man before her dropped his shoulders dramatically, his lips pursing into a thin line. A shadow seemed to linger on his face and that made her wonder. "What?"

"Angie's pissed at me for coming up here with you..I don't get it! It's like she's suddenly changed." His voice was strained and stiff, as if he was trying to hide the anger he had for his wife. Trish leaned in closer, so close that the heat from the candles was caressing her cheeks with a gentle tingle.

"I say fuck it. She's just being a baby!" Trish half regretted the harsh words that had left her mouth but she took back the thought as soon as it came. Dave was dumbfounded at her and it was more than obvious to the blonde that he was a little more than surprised..he looked kind of..in agreement with her. "Come on big man, let's have a dance!" Maybe it was alcohol hitting her system, or maybe it was just the fact that she longed to be close to him. Dave hesitated in his chair but was left with no choice once Trish had seized him up and out onto the floor. She closed the space between them and placed her soft hands on his muscular neck, her eyes gentle in the dim light. Dave slowly raised his hands to lock them on her slim hips, his hard fingertips pressing into the flesh. Trish closed her eyes as they swayed to the music..she was trying to save this moment in her mind forever.

"Maybe we should sit back down.." Dave whispered, lowering his head not hide his embarrassed eyes from the beautiful woman before him.

"Why? You act like we're doing something..wrong," Trish spoke, emphasizing the word "wrong" as she burned her eyes into Dave's. His grip on her tightened, the tensing of his body obvious.

"Angie would be upset.."

"She's not here." Hurt was written all over Trish's beautiful face and it pained Dave to do this..he wanted more than anything to hold her like this. But the fact that he wore a wedding ring was stopping him..he couldn't, he shouldn't. "Dave, don't tell me that you don't want this.."

"I'm sorry, Trish..I can't." The Canadian stepped back from the man she wanted more than anything, the man she wished was still holding her. Pain shined through her eyes as she looked at him one last time.

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Torrie Wilson struggled as she crawled across the ring, clutching her knee that felt as if it were on fire. Dawn Marie hovered over her, a smile on her face. The last thing the blonde wanted was to face the vicious Dawn but Teddy Long insisted that she participate in this match. Torrie moaned in agony as Dawn twisted her leg in the most painful submission that she'd ever felt. She screamed at herself in her mind not to dare tap but her hand seemed to have the control as she found herself quitting, declared the loser. Great..she hated to lose but if she had continued, she would've died at the pain in her knee. Torrie limped to the back, her brown eyes watering in pain as she collapsed onto a nearby chair. She couldn't make it to the Trainer's room, there was no way that she could walk on this knee. The Idaho native lowered her eyes and balled her fists, the sudden realization that she was alone becoming extremely obvious..when didn't she feel like this? Torrie heard soft footsteps approaching the place where she sat but she didn't dare look up, as tears were falling down her tired cheeks. She didn't have many friends anymore..she'd shut them all out and refused to have anything to do with them so who the hell would be coming to her aid? The last person Torrie expected leaned down beside her, his strong hands falling on her injured knee. She raised her eyes to look into the most intense icy eyes she'd ever seen, the sight of the handsome face causing her to choke on her sobs.

"John?" she questioned, as if she weren't sure it was John Cena resting beside her.

"I saw the match on the monitor. You alright?" he asked softly, his forehead wrinkling in worry.

"Does it look like it?" she laughed, through her tears.

"You're right, bad question," he said, smiling at her gently. "Here, I'll help you to see the Trainer's..you need to get this looked at," he said, his firm hand softly squeezing her knee. Torrie followed his lead and hopped up onto her good leg, tucking the disabled one up under her as she leaned on John's strong shoulder. She hobbled slowly beside him down the long hallway, the whole time pretending like the fact that John's hand was on her hip didn't bother her. But at the same time, it brought a sense of comfort to her aching soul.

"You really didn't have to do this.." Torrie whispered, her eyes slowly finding their way into the icy orbs that were locked on her.

"No, I wanted to." John helped her into the Trainer's room, leading her to the examining table before turning to leave. "You take care of yourself, alright?" Torrie gave him the best smile she could muster.

"You too..thanks a lot." She watched as he left, watching him let the door slam shut, a strange feeling in the pit of her stomach. It wasn't bad..just different..something she'd forgotten..a warm, happy feeling of being cared for.

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Trish wiped at her eyes furiously, the never ending tears still falling onto the pillow she lay on. Jesus, when would they stop? But she couldn't stop the fresh tears from welling at the thought of Dave. It had been forever since she'd allowed herself to cry and she didn't want to start now. Trish believed that shedding a tear was a sign of extreme weakness and that was the last thing she wanted to be. But how could he act like that? It was just a fucking dance! She'd held back for so long and she knew he had too, but when they get the opportunity to hold each other, he tells her no! Trish sobbed again into the comforter that was covering her limp body, wiping her puffy eyes on the soft fabric.

"Trish, open up!" Dave's voice startled the blonde, causing her to sit up in the bed, a trace of excitement shining in her bloodshot eyes. But why the hell should she answer to him? He'd already caused enough shit for her tonight..but the Canadian still crept over to the door, unable to send Dave away..she wanted to see him.

"What the fuck do you want?" Trish growled, opening the door to reveal her tear stained cheeks to the guilty man before her. Dave sucked in his breath at the sight of the woman he yearned for, his chest sinking.

"Can I come inside to talk?" he asked gently, reaching up to rub the back of his neck. Trish left the door open to him before turning around without a word, forcing her legs to carry her towards the couch that sat in the middle of the hotel room. Dave quietly shut the door behind him and followed in her direction, meekly joining her on the couch. "I don't know where to start.." he chuckled nervously, picking at the cushion. Trish watched him intently, studying the frown on his dark face. "Look..I don't know what you expect from me.."

"Nothing anymore, Dave..just forget it all," Trish whispered, her lips quivering after each word left her mouth.

"No, I can't do that. These last few months have been so strange between us and tonight, tonight wasn't any different..what do you want from me?" Trish covered her face with her trembling hands, the unwanted tears beginning to form in her eyes again. Should she take a risk and tell him all the things she'd kept bottled up?

"I just want you..nothing else. Jesus, are you fucking blind? Or do you just try and ignore the fact that you want me? Your eyes give you away! You can't hide it from me!" Trish yelled, her emotions no longer allowing themselves to hide in her heart..he needed to know.

"Don't tell me how I feel.." Dave closed his eyes, his own fingers shaking.

"You're hopeless," she sighed, wiping at her eyes.

"I'm fucking married, Trish! What do you expect me to do?" Dave yelled, standing up to tower over her, though he couldn't seem to stand still. Trish rose up from the couch and stood in front of him, her eyes burning holes into his very being.

"I don't give a shit if you're married anymore! I just need you.." she trailed off as her head fell, a giant tear falling to the floor at the movement. Dave stared at the fallen drop, his heart burning with pain at the helpless sobs that were coming from Trish. He pulled her into his arms, closing his eyes as he tried his best to calm the broken Diva. "T-Tell me y-you don't c-care.." she cried, pounding a fist into his solid chest. Dave couldn't tell her such a lie, he wanted her so badly..he could take her right now and make love to her sweet body..he loved her so badly that it hurt.

"I.." he stalled. Could he betray such a sacred vow? Could he actually bring himself to admit to another woman that he cared for her, when Angie was the mother of his children? "..I can't tell you that..because if I said I didn't care, I'd be lying." Trish raised her bloodshot eyes, her tear stained face causing his heart to melt.

"Then why don't we just..follow our feelings?" she whispered, standing up on her toes to draw closer to his dry lips.

"Because it's wrong!" Dave yelled, almost unaware that he was leaning down closer to her.

"Then why are you about to kiss me?" Trish parted her lips to press a gentle kiss on his lips. Dave drew in a breath as he paused to stare at her face, an inch from her lips. "Just kiss me..I know you want to." All the pent up passion turned into a rough kiss as they both lurched forward, their tongues meeting in a bittersweet moment. Trish gripped his face in her hands, a tear falling from her eye as she wrestled with Dave's forceful tongue. This moment in time seemed to go on for an eternity..she had dreamed of this for so long and now that she had this moment with Dave..absolutely nothing in the world could be better. Trish tossed her head back as his lips desperately fell upon her neck, trying to stifle the moan that escaped her lips. She nuzzled her chin into his soft hair as his lips left trails of kisses across her tender skin. Nothing had prepared her for this, even though she'd imagined a situation like this many times in her fantasies.

"We can't do this.." Dave whispered as his lips nibbled at her breasts, which were revealed by her low cut top.

"I can't hold back." Trish leaned back to stare into his eyes, searching for something in his dark eyes. His shoulders fell as he sighed out loud, his breathing strained and raspy.

"I know, baby..I know..but it's almost impossible to be together." Trish listened as the words left his mouth, her heart suddenly skipping a beat..she knew he was right. But, how could she survive when the man she wanted wasn't with her?

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Randy Orton pushed his way through the most crowded club in Chicago, his blue eyes flared with annoyance at the fact that he could barely move, let alone walk. Just how the hell was he supposed to find his buddies in this place? Randy had shoved practically everyone in his way to free himself from the pack of people, in an attempt to find Maven and Chris Jericho somewhere waiting for him. His eyes scanned the crowd, observing everyone he laid eyes on. It was only when a flash of blonde hair caught him, did he realize that he was being watched by a certain leggy beauty. Randy swallowed as he attempted to nod at her, mustering his best smile to Stacy Keibler. She raised an eyebrow at the clumsy wave, her brown eyes narrowing in disgust.

"You actually have the decency to wave at me? I'd given up hope after these last weeks of you avoiding me," Stacy growled, the once usually sweet grin on her face twisting into a sneer. Randy swallowed thickly, shoving his hands in his pockets.

"I've had a lot on my mind, Stace. That's all." Stacy's eyes scanned the crowd, her lips turning into a frown. The blonde leaned her back against the wall she was standing beside, returning her gaze to Randy.

"I heard," she spat. The handsome brunette's neck snapped as he whipped back around to stare at the Diva, his turn to let his lips melt into a sneer.

"Heard what?"

"About you and Torrie Wilson." Randy's face fell into shame, his cheeks flushing as he lowered his head. Great..the whole reason he'd been avoiding Stacy was because of Torrie..he found it so hard to face the long legged beauty because of it. His blue eyes shut tightly, his hands rising to rub at the back of his neck.

"It's not what you think..we're not together." Stacy stayed in a bitter silence, her lack of communication worrying Randy.

"I never said I cared!" she snorted, a frown crossing her lips. Stacy chose this moment to excuse herself from the presence of her ex lover. No longer could she stand another moment of having to look at him. She'd gotten the answer she'd been working for, the answer she feared. Everything inside of her told her not to going poking her nose around, to keep the question of whether or not Randy was with Torrie unanswered. But now that she'd chosen to ignore herself, she regretted it with everything she had. Stacy had discovered the truth in the shortest time..and it felt like hell..