FINALLY! Oh God, I hope no one has abandoned me and my story. It's been like forever since I've updated and although there's not too much "action" in this chapter, there will be some more soon. Bear with me peeps! I've been back and forth to Penn. for wrestling and it's just been hectic. But, here we go..this chapter will be the start of new things! ENJOY..and review..please.. :)

Chapter Sixteen: "A Renewed Friendship"

"Did you see her?" Amy Dumas, who has been carelessly flipping through a magazine stopped to stare over at the questioning Diva. She raised a thin eyebrow in wonder, her dark eyes narrowed in confusion.

"See who? What the hell are you talking about?" Trish Stratus let out a frustrated sigh, drumming her fingers on the table impatiently.

"Stacy..is she on her way here?" she asked, fighting the urge to reach over and slap the redhead who was now smirking, a soft twinkle in her eyes. Amy tossed her magazine back onto the coffee table and stood up, her faded, ripped jeans barely clinging to her curves as they threatened to drop down at any given moment. "Why in the holy hell are you wearing those old things?" Trish hissed, a look of utter disgust written all over her face.

"Oh my God, I didn't know you had become a fashion critic, Miss 'I enjoy looking like a slut with my tits hanging out'," Amy shot back, focusing her dark orbs on the true fact that Trish's breasts were not only revealed in the lace top, but the fact that they were barely covered and if the Canadian bombshell happened to move suddenly, a nip slip would be the outcome. "I'm surprised you haven't taken out someone's eye with those things," the redhead snorted, ignoring the fact that she was now on the receiving end of a death glare.

"I wouldn't be talking, sweetie." Trish had opened her mouth to continue insulting her best friend only to be interrupted by a loud knocking on the door. Amy's glossed lips twisted into a smile at the knowledge of who was now standing on the opposite side of the metal barrier.

"Do you think Stace has got some naughty stories to tell us?" the redhead asked, reaching for the door before the blonde could answer. Stacy stood at the door, a look of both excitement and anxiousness mixed on her face. Trish jumped up to hug the much taller diva, only to stop short at the frown she sent towards the two. "What's wrong now?" Amy sighed, leaving the door open so that the long legged beauty could scurry into the room with Trish at her heels.

"We had sex." Both of her fellow divas stopped in their tracks, immediately whipping around so that their eyes were locked on the now seated figure of Stacy Keibler. Amy raised a finger as though she wished she'd heard Stacy wrong, a look of pure horror on her face.

"Excuse me for sounding like a bitch but why!" she hissed, the urge to take Stacy's head and shake some much needed sense into her thick skull almost unbearable.

"Oh, come on Amy, lighten up. I'm sure she did it because..well, you know, she wanted to.." Trish shrugged, well aware of the confusion Stacy had previously been suffering from due to the hot night with John Cena.

"Guys, I'm not a child..but I sure as hell feel like one..and I still don't know how I feel about him.." Stacy cradled her head softly in her hands and studied the floor, the awkward silence that followed her words making her more than uncomfortable. Trish was digging her heel into the carpet as though it had offended her in some vulgar manner while the redhead to her right gazed around as though she had no clue where she was. In a sudden groan of annoyance, Amy snapped back to her reality, her bright hazel eyes filled with something that resembled both question and disapproval.

"Honey, what in the hell can be stopping you from just giving into John? After having sex with him twice, you shouldn't still be wondering how you feel about him. That's not fair to either of you," the fiery diva stated firmly, the tone in her voice evident that she demanded to know of just what exactly was holding the leggy blonde back. Trish remained quiet, still abusing the carpet with her bare feet, her eyes locked onto Stacy as though she were studying her intently.

"Randy."

"Yeah, okay, what about him?" Amy asked slowly.

"He's the one holding me back. I can't shake him, guys! He's always there, in the back of my mind whenever John's with me. There's so much unsolved between us and until we can settle it all, I just can't move on..I..still need to know if we have another chance.."

"I highly doubt that, Stace. If you gave Randy that last chance, you'd not only be jeopardizing yourself but that potential relationship with John as well," Amy said, gazing over at Trish who looked deathly uncomfortable at the mention of Randy Orton. "Trish? You want to add anything?"

"No. I believe you covered exactly what I wanted to say..but Stacy, I do think you need to at least talk with Randy again. You won't be able to cope unless you communicate your feelings," the Canadian retorted, encouraging brown eyes locking into Stacy's. The young Baltimore beauty let out a nervous sigh before standing up, glancing to the clock before returning her gaze to her friends.

"Alright..I'll talk to him the next time I see him. But, for now, I'm going to crash..I didn't get much sleep on the ship." Amy bit back a suggestive comment as she watched the leggy diva exit down the hall and behind the closed door of her room.

"Wow..what got you so quiet?" the redhead asked, well aware of just what had been weighing on Trish's mind.

"Do you think I should tell Stacy about my spending time with Randy?"

"Absolutely not, Trishy. But..I've got to tell you..you need to take your own advice." Trish watched as Amy stood up, a smirk sent down at the blonde who was staring up with confused eyes.

"What?"

"Talk with him." Trish stared after Amy, who departed into the kitchen without further explanation. She had a pretty good idea at the hidden meaning the redhead had been hinting at. She needed to talk to Dave Batista..as soon as possible..which she had been planning on doing before Amy even mentioned it. But just how she would without losing all her control and completely breaking down remained a mystery. Trish wanted so badly to follow after the redhead but she knew that this was something she needed to solve on her own..but just how, was only part of the problem.

xxxxx

There was no way that Amy Dumas could make the day even more perfect than it already was. She must've woken up on the right side of the bed and somehow had a bottle of magic, "I feel extremely happy" powder sprinkled over her the moment she'd been interrupted from her deep slumber. Not being one who loved the early mornings, Amy found this mood to be a little more than annoying, but a small relief nonetheless. She had practically jumped out of the warm sheets and sprinted down to the café that was less than a block from the hotel at which the three Divas were staying. A sudden urge for a French Vanilla coffee had overtaken the redhead and at this very moment, she found herself seated in the middle of the brightly lit room, her feet propped up as if she felt extremely at home and comfortable. The one thing she hadn't expected, though, was to run into Randy Orton, who had seemingly blended into the background when Amy had ran her hazel eyes over the faces in the café. The handsome brunette watched the sultry Diva with interest as he stirred his steaming coffee, stopping to admire the luscious curves that swayed with her gentle movements. It had been too long since Randy had spent time with the lovely redhead and seeing her again made him dearly want to rekindle his friendship with the extreme beauty.

"If you're going to stare at me like that you might as well take a damn picture." Ice blue orbs shot up to lock into the amused eyes of Amy, who was now smiling softly over in Randy's direction. "It's been too long Rand..c'mon over here." He returned the smile that she had previously sent him before heading over to her table and making himself comfortable.

"I wasn't expecting to see you again, Red," Randy breathed, continuing his swift movement of stirring the contents in his cup as he began a staring contest with the redhead.

"Nice to see you too," Amy snorted, taking a small sip of the scolding liquid that sat before her on the table.

"Oh no, I didn't mean it in that way at all. We just haven't talked in forever..since..you know." Randy's deep voice trailed off into sudden silence at the mention of the tender subject of the past, something that the fiery diva might not have forgiven him for.

"Looking back, it's a shame all that shit between you and Stacy broke all of us up.." Amy snorted again, memories that she'd hidden in the depths of her mind once again coming to the surface, "Remember that one time when you, me and John started the fire in Stacy's house?" she laughed, her eyes lighting up instantly at the smile Randy returned as he recalled that evening in his head.

"Too many eggnogs and a request to light the fireplace shouldn't be a good thing and I'm sure we proved it that night!" he smirked, shaking his head as he pictured the look of horror on Stacy's face when she discovered that her new white carpet had been victim to her friend's drunken attempt to start a fire.

"And when we got lost on that camping trip in Maryland, due to Stacy's brilliant idea to spend the weekend in the mountains! How sick did we get after getting stuck in the rain, looking for firewood, huh?" Amy wiped at her eyes as her mind replayed the memories she shared with Randy. All of those good times seemed to be clouded by the one mistake he'd made..and nothing had been the same ever since. Regret and bitter guilt stung at Amy's heart as she ran her hazel eyes over the beautiful features of one of the closest friends she'd ever had, her chest becoming heavy as she studied him. "What went wrong?"

"Everything," Randy whispered, closing his eyes as if to block out the intruding intensity of Amy's orbs. The last thing he expected was to have a deep conversation with his former friend but it was something that needed to be done. "Where should I begin? At the beginning where I got scared and attempted to push Stacy away? Or at the end when I fucked up the only relationship that meant everything to me?"

"I still can't seem to believe that her love meant that much..otherwise, Torrie would've never come into the picture..and you wouldn't have convinced her to become your little toy," Amy hissed, never one to bite back the harsh truth that Randy needed to hear. "If I remember correctly, she'd just come out of a bad relationship and she was vulnerable..leave it to a beautiful, conniving man such as yourself to give her what she needed and what she wanted..some form of love." Randy's eyes grew dark with raw anger as he soaked in what he knew was the absolute truth.

"Don't tell me what I was doing. You think you figured me out, huh? C'mon, Amy, give me a fucking break!" The redhead that had been calmly sitting before him raised an accusing finger at the brunette, a sour look crossing her pretty face.

"You know I'm right. So suck it up and be a fucking man for once in your goddamn life, Randy!" The stares that were now shot in their direction didn't seem to phase Amy nor did it seem to affect the young man who was now huffing in bitter defeat at the hands of a woman.

"You've always got to be fucking right, huh Amy? I'm a piece of shit, sue me," Randy growled, clenching his jaw in the way that made the redhead smile in amusement. This was one of the many quirks he possessed that made her heart melt, no matter how badly he'd pissed her off.

"I never said that, Rand. I never, ever could think that of you. Although you are hardly justified for what you did, neither am I. You know what I'm talking about," Amy whispered, lowering her head in what appeared to be shame at the mention of her own sins. Randy relaxed his tense body as he studied the beauty before him, well aware of the messy shit the once loved diva had gotten herself into.

"At least we're in the same boat," he whispered back, leaning down to catch her eye although she had previously hidden her orbs from sight. Amy let out a gentle laugh, once again raising her vision so that she stared back at the man before her.

"Yeah..we are.." she trailed off, reaching out to give Randy's strong arm a caring squeeze, now aware of the tears that were stinging at her eyes. Their eyes continued to stay locked as the two now faded into silence, their minds entangled in the sins they had committed. Amy's strong connection with Randy Orton had been reignited once again and she could feel all of her hatred for him slipping away into nothingness..and it felt right once more..felt right to have him back in her life as the one person she'd ever been able to really relate to..

xxxxx

"He better not look at me again or else I'll.."

"You'll what?" Stacy laughed, nodding in thanks to the cashier who had handed her the bag of sweets the two Divas had purchased.

"I'll do something..I'll think of it in a minute," the Canadian blonde retorted, a finger raised to quiet the much taller figure beside her who was now laughing under her breath. "Why is it that you find this shit funny?"

"I never said that, Trish! You just assume that I'm evil like that," Stacy smiled sweetly, turning around to cast a glance at Dave Batista, who had seemingly met up with the two bombshells at the small store that was at least two minutes from the hotel. Trish hadn't found this to be the pleasant environment she'd been promised for the day. She was supposed to be relaxing along with the much taller blonde while Amy spent the day by herself like she'd wanted, but now that Dave had randomly appeared out of thin air, the stress-free day was history. Trish had promised the redhead that she'd talk with him and if word got back to her that she'd chickened out, there would be hell to pay.

"This is the stupidest place to stroll over and demand to speak with Dave..we're in the middle of a fucki.."

"Then why don't you two go somewhere to talk? I'll just head back to our room and get the movies ready. Or you can wait until you're ready," Stacy whispered, attempting to avoid the questioning glances that Dave was shooting in their direction. Trish sucked in a much needed breath and turned to stare at her lover, a sudden wave of nausea washing over her as she locked eyes with him. She couldn't go on like this any longer. Stacy nudged the Canadian forward softly and turned to leave, quietly sending a reassuring smile over to Dave, who thanked her silently.

"Hey sweetheart," he spoke softly, well aware of the gentle trembles that were causing Trish to shiver as she drew closer to him. His familiar sweet scent filled her with both happiness and despair as she collapsed into his arms, almost silent sobs shaking her body rapidly. Dave melted against her and buried his face in her neck, his strong hands tracing gentle circles on her back as she cried into him. "I'm so sorry baby.."

"No, Dave, I should b-be the one apologizing," Trish whispered, her cool hands taking his handsome face captive as she stared into the depths of his eyes, the undeniable urge to kiss him overtaking her as she leapt forward. Dave devoured her lips as if his very life depended on the taste of her kiss.

"Don't you say sorry for anything, you hear me? What happened that night with Angie was my fault..I couldn't believe I'd done what I had done to my wife. But, baby, I can't go on without you.." Trish sobbed into his chest, gripping onto his shirt for support.

"I know..you don't have to explain anymore," she whispered, smiling softly up into Dave's dark chocolate eyes, her heart matching the rhythm of his. Things felt right once again at this very moment in time. Nothing on Earth was going to stop the smile that lingered on Trish's beautiful face and nothing was going to go wrong anymore. She had Dave back and that was all that mattered.

xxxxx

A thousand memories and a few more coffees later found Amy and Randy laying on his hotel room bed, recalling every moment they'd ever spent together along with Stacy and all the others. The redhead lay on her stomach, her legs crossed behind her and her head resting on her arms as she listened to Randy, who was beside her, lying on his side.

"Those were the days. Do you still have all those photo albums that you used to obsess over?" he asked, a smile cracking out across his lips at the soft laugh the redhead expelled from beside him.

"'Course I do! Whatcha think I burned 'em?" Amy joked, raising a thin eyebrow over at the handsome brunette.

"No," he laughed, tilting his head as he studied her once again in the soft afternoon light. "I was just asking..you have them on ya?" The diva shook her head in reply, a sad smile replacing her previous grin.

"I only take 'em on vacations. Speaking of which, we haven't been on one in forever. We used to all the time but ever since you and Stace broke up..yeah, we just stopped going," Amy said, picking at the bed spread as if it had offended her incredibly. Randy rolled onto his back and stared up at the ceiling, resting his arms behind his head as he let out a deep sigh. "What's wrong?" she asked, looking up quickly.

"Huh? Oh..nothing..just, how has Stacy been?"

"Well, fine as far as I know. I've only been talking to her and Trish again for the past month or so. Up until then, I was in the dark like you are. Speaking of a certain Canadian blonde, what's up between you two?" Amy asked, sending a smirk down at the man who was now staring up at her.

"What's she told you?" The redhead let out an amused laugh, biting her bottom lip softly as she tilted her head, raising her eyebrows suggestively. Randy wet his lips and shook his head in mock annoyance. "Nothing's going on between Trish and I."

"Bullshit! She's told me everything, liar!" Amy laughed, pointing an accusing finger at him.

"Hey, shut the fuck up," he growled, grabbing her hand roughly so that she could no longer point at him with that evil smirk on her pretty face.

"I'm just stating the truth, Rand," she smiled sweetly. He held onto her hand for a brief moment before letting her pull away, his crystal eyes reflecting the light that poured in from the windows.

"And how is John?"

"He's doing alright..as you probably know, he still hasn't forgiven you," Amy snorted, patting his arm gently.

"Really? Hadn't noticed," Randy said sarcastically, rolling his eyes at the smile the redhead sent him.

"He'll get over it..maybe," she added before Randy could, chuckling softly at the man beside her who was now shaking his head repeatedly. Amy knew that John wasn't one to forgive without a damn good reason and the chance of an apology from Randy was very slim to none. The redhead went to open her mouth before being rudely cut off by the loud ringing of her cell which was buried somewhere in her purse. After digging obsessively to find the object that was still ringing loudly, Amy finally found it only to see that Stacy was the one who was calling upon her. Not wanting to answer in front of Randy, she quickly ignored the call and turned back to him. "I'm gonna have to go. I promised Stacy and Trish that I'd be back by dinner," she sighed, surprisingly disappointed that she had to leave. Randy got up from his comfortable spot on the bed to walk the redhead to the door. They stood in silence for what seemed like forever until Amy reached over to stroke Randy's arm. "You know where to reach me if you ever need anything.." He smiled softly at her and nodded his head, his mouth forming a silent "Okay" before she turned to leave, only to be pulled back to her spot in front of him.

"Thank you," Randy whispered, pulling her into his arms. Amy tensed up against him, her eyes suddenly wide in surprise. It had been ages since she'd been so close to him and it was a little more shocking to feel his strong chest pressed against her breasts so firmly. She gave into the hug and wrapped her own arms around him, giving him a slight squeeze before pulling away. Amy nodded to him as if to say you're welcome before turning on her heel, another smile sent to him as she turned the corner towards the elevators. Randy's stomach sank the second she disappeared from view. He wasn't sure why he felt so empty now that he was alone but he did..his chest felt heavy. He closed his blue eyes and turned to head inside, bitterly aware that he was the only one present..and that was one thing he was beginning to despise, being alone.