Authors Note : Okay, I know. Third update in one day, I'm getting a little over the top, but the scene just kept playing over in my head I had to get it down. So I hope you guys like.

Side note, has anyone heard Justin Timberlake's 'FutureSex/LoveSound' ? If one song ever described Randy Orton, I think that would be it. As ever, I don't anything or anyone. Please read and review guys!

"…did I win?" Trish heard the croak in her own voice, finding the scratchy pitch mildly hilarious. Realising that it wasn't in the slightest bit funny, Trish had already guessed that she was drugged up to her eyeballs. However, the response she got to her question came from the last person she could imagine, leading to wonder if she really was that far gone from medication.

"Not quite butterfly."

The Carolina twang in his smooth voice brought caused Trish's mouth to curve slightly, a flicker of a smile appearing on her flushed face. Carefully opening her eyes, Trish found the room to be fuzzy blur of colours, all bleeding into one another. Gradually, the pale grey cement room came into fuller focus in her eyes.

The Trainers Room. Rolling her eyes, Trish groaned at the low throbbing in the back of her shoulder and the matching pain coming from her lower back. Forcing herself up onto her elbows to get a better view, Trish found it surprisingly difficult to make her eyes focus on anything in particular.

Making hysterical movements with her eyes, Trish tried her hardest to focus on the other person in the room she thought she had heard. Not that she didn't know who it was from the sound of his voice, but Trish wanted her eyes to confirm what her heart felt. Sure enough, the haze lifted itself, to reveal a smirking Jeff Hardy resting against the wall opposite from the bed she was resting on. His arms folded lightly across his chest, Trish noted randomly that his hair now had red streaks intermingled with the midnight blue he had been sporting in recent weeks.

Feeling a warmth in her body, Trish was glad to see Jeff. Although she had decided that her heart and soul belonged to Randy, there was still a part of her which held a special place for Jeff, and probably always would. If nothing else, he was a dear friend to her now.

"Jeffro…what brings a nice place like you into a boy like this…?" Trish giggled, her voice tumbling lazily over her lips, blissfully unaware of the mistake she had made. Dipping his head as he chuckled, Jeff smiled fondly at the doped up Canadian.

"You're smacked on some good shit Stratus," he grinned, registering Trish's twitching eyebrow, "Earl, what have you been pumping her full of?"

From around the corner, the trainer's head emerged, his body following behind. Quickly noting Trish's now conscious status, he waddled forwards to assess her injuries. Grabbing his pocket torch, he gently held Trish's head in his hands, shining a light into her eyes. Spluttering, Trish slapped at his hands.

"Uh…excuse you…blind here…" she slurred.

"No concussion," Earl surmised, pleased it was just a sore back that Trish would be coping with, "I've just given her a little muscle relaxant, and a mild pain-killer. It's very funny to watch actually. She's never had much tolerance to the stuff. Makes her all loopy."

"Really?" Jeff smirked, now watching in amused fascination as Trish played with torch she had taken from Earl, tracing patterns with the light across the Trainer's belly.

"Yeah. You should have seen her after her Hardcore Match with Lisa from a couple of years back. Anyone would think she'd been smoking some good quality stuff. She spent an hour telling me to 'get the gun', asking if I could see the elephants too. It was fucking hilarious." Earl chuckled at the memory as he carefully took his torch back, sticking into his back pocket. With a slight nod to Jeff, he shuffled back around the corner.

Crossing the room, Jeff hoped up onto the bed, resting next to Trish's legs as he watched her fiddle with the front of her tee-shirt.

"Quit staring Hardy." Jeff smiled and politely turned his attention away from Trish.

"Sorry." He grinned, turning back to watch her again.

"Where's Randy? Is he okay? Did the Spirit boys hurt him?" Trish's eyes narrowed as she tried to sit up, wanting to know where her boyfriend was, if he was safe. An injury would explain why he hadn't waited for her to regain consciousness.

"He's good Trish. He left about ten minutes ago actually. He got a call which made him leave," Jeff explained, "he wanted to stay, but it was some important stuff I think. He grabbed me on my way out and asked me to sit with you."

"He did?" Trish giggled unintentionally, feeling confused, "Why did he ask you?"

"Because I think he knows I'd be concerned for your welfare," Jeff smiled, patting her left foot, "that and there was no-one else around."

"Did he go back to the hotel?" Trish asked hopefully.

"Yeah. He'll be here soon though. He just said to sit tight until he gets back." Jeff assured Trish, "Congratulations on the win by the way."

Jeff nodded towards the Tag Team Title belt resting on the cupboard near Trish's bed. Pride swelled in her chest as her eyes devoured the gold before her. Licking her lips, Trish couldn't help but grin as she regarded the culmination of her efforts tonight.

"Where's my Women's Title? Did I lose it?" Trish pondered, taking in Jeff's solemn nod. "Jazz."

The memory of Vince springing the title defence on her clouded the vision, seemingly darkening the brown of her eyes. Jeff noted her tensing her fists, her knuckles turning white because of the pressure. Carefully he took one of Trish's hands' in both of his, making soothing circular motions as he rubbed it.

"You'll get her butterfly. But right now you just need to rest up and wait for Randy to come pick you up and give you a little TLC." Jeff assured, his voice low and soothing.

"No thank you. I don't think I could face a T.L.C match right now." Trish breathed, her eyes fluttering closed. Jeff smiled, squeezing her foot softly.

"Tender-Loving-Care Trish, not Tables-Ladders and Chairs." Jeff chuckled softly

"Oh…yeah…" Trish stuttered, awkwardly shaking her head, "Jeff, will you drive me back to the hotel? I don't want to sit here and wait. Please?"

Looking at him with those big, brown doe eyes, Jeff felt his heart flutter. He had accepted that they were only going to be friends now. It hurt like hell to see her everyday, to see her happy with another man, but Jeff had learned to cope. He had Trish's friendship and she was a part of his life. He could learn to live with that. But when she looked at him like that, whether it was because the medication robbed her of the ability to focus her eyes or not, Jeff knew full well there was nothing he wouldn't do for her, no matter the request.

Sighing through his teeth, he patted Trish's leg. "I'll bring my car around."

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Resting against the back of lift car, Trish felt more than a little woozy, closing her eyes to try and make the world stop spinning before her.

Yes Jeff. I can make it up to the room myself…No, you don't need to walk me there. I can do it myself.

Sure you can Trish, she giggled to herself, hoping that the lift would reach her floor soonAs if answering her thoughts, the lift shuddered to a halt, the doors swishing open before her. Using the wall as a support, Trish carefully made her way down the hall, her palm trailing all the way.

Stopping before a door, Trish clumsily pulled her key card out of her pocket, pressing it into the reader. A red light flashed, making an irritated bleeping noise. Attempting to gain access again, Trish received the same outcome. Scratching her head, Trish stepped back to survey the door. Feeling the colour flush to her cheek, Trish realised she was at the wrong room.

As quietly as possible, Trish began walking along the hall again, this time double checking she had the right room. Readying her key card, Trish stop just short of sliding the key into the reader. Straining, Trish could just make out voices coming from the other side of the door. Knowing she'd recognise the deep intones anywhere, Trish realised Randy was in their room. But his wasn't the only voice. There was another. And it was distinctly more feminine.

Resting her head against the door, Trish hushed her own breath, trying to pick up the conversation.

"…Trish can't find out about this…I've got to do it properly…" Trish furrowed her brow, her mind working in overdrive trying to figure out what Randy was trying to hide from her.

"I won't say anything," Came the reply from the mystery woman

Gritting her teeth together, Trish had heard enough. Her mother had always warned her about eavesdropping, that she would overhear things that she shouldn't be privy too. And she was right. Trish wanted nothing more than to challenge Randy on what he was talking about, but feared just what the reason might be.

Forcing her shaking hand to place the key card into the reader, Trish inhaled her breath as a way to build her courage as the door unlocked for her. Carefully pushing it to be open, Trish bit her bottom lip in preparation of what she was going to see.

With soft lamps lighting the room, Trish noted Randy and Lana, sat on the edge of the bed facing each other. Both looked at Trish in unison, seemingly startled at being interrupted. Colour flushed in both their faces as they immediately got up off the bed, putting as much distance between each other. If that didn't qualify as guilty behaviour, Trish didn't know what would. Randy ventured towards Trish, as Lana bent down to pick up her bag.

Being able to read Randy like a book, Trish could see the look of guilt pasted across his face. Lana didn't look anymore innocent than he did, both adding to the growing nausea in her stomach. What exactly wasn't aren't I supposed to find out?

"Trish…I was just coming to get you." Randy attempted a smile at his girlfriend.

"I can see that." Came Trish's flat reply. Using the doorframe as a support, Trish edged her way into the room, as Lana tried to head towards the exit.

"I should be going. Awesome match Trish, really. You did awesome. Bye guys." Clearly avoiding eye contact with the Canadian blonde, Lana ducked her head, rushing out of the room.

Trish sent a venomous glance at the retreating brunette before stepping fully into the room. Randy stepped closer to Trish, opening his arms to hold her, but she recoiled from his touch. Inching across the room out, she was trying to get out of his reach.

"Trish?" The look of confusion and hurt was evident to Trish, even in the dim lighting. Feeling spite well up within her chest, she forced herself to remain calm.

"Sorry. I'm just a little sore." Her tone remained as flat as hit had been before, Trish working as hard as possible to remove every inflection and trace of emotion.

"I'm really proud of you Trish," Randy smiled softly, "you did really well tonight. There aren't many girls who could have pulled off what you did. The soreness is shitty, but I can help you work that out if you like?"

"Your concern is touching," Trish forced, "thanks for being there when I woke up by the way."

A flash of hurt crossed Randy's face as he caught the ghost of a sneer on Trish's face. "Baby I'm sorry. I just had to nip back to the hotel for a half an hour. I was seriously just about to come and get you. I honestly didn't think you'd be awake just yet."

Trish vaguely nodded, as though she took in what he said. "Who called you?"

"Huh?" Randy replied, shifting nervously as he shuffled his feet out of his shoes.

"Someone called you," Trish repeated, "Jeff told me the reason you left was because you got a phone call. I just wondered who called. Y'know, and what could have been so urgent."

"Baby, I'm sorry. I really didn't think you'd be awake yet." Randy offered, shoving his hands into his pockets.

"You said that already," Trish sighed, shaking her head, "but that wasn't my question. Doesn't matter I suppose. I can kind of figure out who called you."

"Trish…" Randy started, crossing the room to Trish, placing his hands on her waste. Carefully, Trish pressed her hands against his chest, forcing him to back up slightly. It was hard enough talking to him when he looked so hurt. But she was this close to him, Trish knew she would crumble in a heartbeat.

"When did we stop being honest with each other?" Trish softly questioned, raising her head to look into Randy's eyes. "I'm really not the stereotypical blonde Randy. I'm really perceptive actually. Like, I know when something is going on around me that I'm not a part of. And I think I know you well enough by now to know when you're not telling me something."

Randy said nothing, licking his lips. Watching the expression on his face, Trish knew he was trying to figure out what to say, trying to chose the right words to say.

Not giving Randy the chance to feed her some more lies, Trish continued. "What did Vince mean when he said he'd promised you that he would give me some real competition?"

Randy's silence was deafening. His blue eyes shifted from Trish's as he said nothing. Trish nodded slowly, removing herself from Randy's arms entirely.

"I see. Well, when you decide you want to let me in on what's going on in that head of yours, you let me know okay?" Trish's voice sounded more shaky than she had been prepared for, as she turned towards the door.

"Trish…where are you going?" Randy's voice was strained, forcing to Trish to turn back to face him.

"I'm gonna stay with Lisa tonight," Randy's eyes pooled hurt at Trish's words, "I just don't feel that comfortable sharing a bed with someone who doesn't trust me enough to tell me the truth."

"Trish please just stay here. Please?" Randy attempted weakly, but Trish could only shake her head.

"I trust you Randy. I think the beating I took in the match attests to that much. I believed you tonight when you said you had faith in me. I didn't go out there tonight so I could be your tag partner, or so I could become the first female Tag Champion in history. Everything in my being told me it was a bad idea for me to be in that match. But I did it because I believed you. I believed you when you told me that you wanted me out there at your side, and that I was good enough to be in that match," Trish felt the tingle of tears forming in her eyes, but pushed herself to finish.

"And I felt like I could do anything. You gave me faith in myself, and I don't ever doubt myself at all. I believe in you because I love you. That's how it's supposed to work when you're in a relationship with someone. I trust you. Why don't you trust me?"

Trish sighed at headed towards the door, more hurt and disappointed in Randy's silence than she had ever felt before. A thousand words and ideas crashed disjointedly through Randy's mind. He wanted so much to make Trish stay. His heart told him that if he let Trish walk out of this room, it would be the biggest mistake he would ever make in his life.

Trish didn't even turn around as she let the door close behind her, and Randy felt his heart burn. He stood in the middle of the room for what seemed like an eternity, his head going over the last few moments of that conversation in his mind, feeling very much alone in the world.

Finally regaining clarity, Randy reached into his pocket to extract his cell phone. Dialling a number he knew so well, he held the receiver to his ear.

"Hi, it's me. I've gone and done something really stupid…I think I'm gonna to need your help…"