Title: Where the Heart Is

Author: Juliette

Rating: Teen with Mature Themes

Disclaimer: I do not own anyone you see in this fiction. They are the property of WWE and to themselves. So please do not sue me. Because all you will get from me is student loans and a very fat black and white cat named Max, and three new kittens. And a very lazy Boyfriend.

Summary: (Take Off the Movie Sweet Home Alabama)-Trish Stratus is finally doing what she loves, her career as wedding dress designer is finally propelling her to nation-wide success, she is dating almost engaged to a very well known surgeon in LA, the only thing that is missing her husband.

Chapter Two

Currently the pillow was wrapped around her head. All she wanted to do now was hide, she should be happy. She and Dave were going to get married. She tried to think positively. Think of the wedding dress, the reception, and the vows.

But it wasn't helping. She wanted to turn the television on or slip the headphones into her ears to block all her thoughts, but then decided that was defeating the purpose. She was exhausted, mentally and physically worn and all she wanted was some damn peace and quiet! Silence. Sleep. Was that really asking too much, it was after two in the morning for heaven sake?

Why couldn't her brain stopping thinking, why did she keep picturing him. They were done. Over. Kaput. He just needed sigh on the dotted line and their nightmare would be over. But like most things he had to make things difficult.

She shouldn't have to go through all this trouble just to get him to let her go; in all actuality they should have never been married to begin with.

She threw back the covers and sat up. Glaring at the wall cursing him silently he had sent back the papers a total of ten times. She jerked her feet out of bed hissing slightly as the touched the cold floor for the second time in the last twenty-four hours.

She slammed into the main area of her apartment eyeing the large book of photo's she had stuck underneath the small wooden coffee table three years ago. Never once opening it to show her new friends her past. She had never spoken about her home, her parents, her husband… And what she did tell Dave and people like Torrie wasn't always the complete truth.

She walked over to the plush couch slowly before bending to retrieve the leather bound book from its resting place.

Opening it slowly she allowed it to take her back to a time where butterflies and grass stained jeans were all she need in her life. Staring at the small photo she started to smile as she looked at herself at fourteen, the day of her first official kiss.

"Ow… You jerk that hurt." The young pre-teen whined as she picked herself off the ground dusting off the dirt that had gathered on her knees.

He smiled brightly before dropping down on the green grass. "Sorry," he laughed patting at the grass for her to sit. She slowly dropped down next to him.

"You can be a real jerk sometimes. You know that right?" She asked him as she leaned down on her elbows gazing up at him silently.

"Said I was sorry, besides you deserved it."

"How in the heck do you figure that?" She grinned as she threw a piece of grass at him.

"You made me make a fool of myself in front of Candice Michelle. You could have told me she was standing right behind me when I was sticking all those fries up my nose."

"Hell if she wants to date you, she should get to know the real you and not the little pansy you become when her highness is around." Trish grumbled looking down suddenly.

"I do not act like a pansy, you're the one that acts weird when that brick head Shawn is around. He is like seven years older then you too, and friends with your brother." The tall boy said as he leaned down fully on his back. He never did understand what Trish saw in the other boy he was old and already looked to be balding.

"You say I act weird?" Trish shrieked laughing, "Who did I catch having a fake conversation with Candy Cane in the mirror." Getting up and running towards the small creek on the far side of the field.

The boy blushed hotly, "You said you never bring that up ever again." he shouted as he chased after her. She ducked and dodged him a few times but being that he was bigger and had longer legs he caught up. Picking her up easily he held her high above his head. Laughing as she squealed. "What do you say?"

"You're the Almighty, I bow before you." She said laughing hard. "Now put me down before I wet my pants you big nerf head."

"Did you just call me a nerf head?" He asked as he dropped her back on to her feet. When she only giggled he sighed loudly and messed with her hair before walking over the rest of the way to the creek pulling his sneakers off and rolling his jeans up he stuck his tanned feet into the cool water.

"Almost summertime." Trish smiled as she followed his action but because of her shorts she could go further into the water without getting her cloths wet.

"Yeah." He smiled at her, but when their eyes met she got that funny feeling she had been getting as of late whenever they spent time together. She broke eye contact and her him cough, "Oh wait did I show you the new camera my granddad got me for my birthday?" When she shok his head he quickly scrambled to his discarded backpack rooting through all the papers and books, when he finally found the large black and silver camera he shouted for her to come over.

"He says it was his when he was younger, suppose to take some really cool blacks and whites."

"Why would you want black and white pictures when you could just get a pretty colored one/" She asked aloud as she took the camera from him twisting it around in her hands.

"Because it gives it depth." When she blinked at him he grinned. "I don't know but they look really cool. Hey come on lets take a picture."

As he fiddled with it for a few minutes finally getting it's timer fixed, he placed it on the small rock formation. He then made her sit down on the ground and he sat behind her, adjusting himself so that Trish situated between his legs that stretched out on either side of her. He wrapped his arms around her waist snuggling her back up against his chest. She jerked suddenly at his touch but said nothing. The funny feeling was back and stronger then ever.


"Now…look in the camera there," he said pointing to the camera like she didn't know where it was. She glanced at the camera and then back at him. "Camera." He repeated. "And Smile."

But instead of doing like she had been told she looked back at him staring at his full lips before letting her eyes meet his. He was focused on the camera and before she could chick out she leaned forward and kissed him soundly, just as she heard the click of the camera.

Jerking out of the memory she closed the book suddenly throwing it across the room.

If he wasn't going to sign those damn papers on his own she was going to make him sign them, any means necessary. Even if that meant going back to the place she had sworn to herself she would never step foot into again.

She was going to have to go home.

Trish had driven at least for almost four hours after stepping off the plane and was now well out of the Philadelphia area and into the back country roads that Pennsylvania had to offer. The top of her glitzy bright silver convertible she had rented was down, and her hair freely whipped around in the air. A pair of pink sunglasses rested on the end of her nose, and she smiled to herself as she drove down the highway. Trees, bushes, and fields of grass had eventually replaced the towering skyscrapers and loud sounds of the city, and the deserted, winding road announced that Trish was nearing her hometown.

She continued driving for another twenty minutes before she went flying by a sign to her right. She didn't read the sign; but then again, she didn't need to read it since she had memorized the sign years ago when she had her friends use to ride their bikes up to the bypass and throw rocks. The sign read:

Welcome to Old Haven

Home of the Old Haven Huskies

Population 543 and Counting

"There is no place like Home." She muttered as she pulled into the only highway that ran into town.

Pulling into the small out cove that the lush trees offered, Trish shut the engine off as she looked around what use to be her home. The town was so small that almost everyone was a pedestrian; hardly anyone who lived and worked in her hometown actually drove. There was only one part of town that you could find everyone at this time of day.

The main square still looked the same, the Moonlight Movie Theater next door to the local diner and in the center the small park that she had spent most of her childhood in. The local store sitting to her right still emblazed the old sign she and her friends had tried to steal when they had been twelve still sat proudly. Barely aware of what she was doing she walked silently towards the small school that hadn't been let out yet.

Her hands barely touched the black iron gate as she walked past the small smile gently flitted across her lips as she remembered the many days she had climbed over it to slips a class.

"Trish! Trish Stratus!" A voice called out, shock evident in the tone.

The blonde started and turned quickly barely catching sight as a tall woman grabbed her hard and pulled her into a tight hug.

"Well I'll be damned it is you." The tall women laughed as she pulled back to get another look at Trish.

"Lita…" Trish gasped sharply at the sight of her childhood friend. She looked the same, her hair was a little darker and she had a few laugh lines but she looked exactly the same as she had when they had been teenagers trying to catch the eye of boys.

"Well if it isn't Miss Hollywood." The redhead smiled as she hugged Trish once more. "I haven't seen you in god… six years. You look good."

"Thank you." Trish smiled genially happy to see the other women but her eyes widened at the sight of Lita's huge belly. "Oh My god." Trish smiled as she touched her friend's stomach.

"Yeah. There's a little monster in there." Lita smiled clasping her hands around her round stomach. "Got another two in there." She said with a smile as she gestured to the school.

"You have two children!" Trish gasped before smiling. "You were always the one saying you never have kids."

"Well they kind of grow on you." Lita smiled, her eyes drifting to the large ring on the other women's finger." "Damn Trish." She smirked as she pulled her hand up close to her face. "That is almost as big as your brother's nose."

"Haha." Trish blushed tugging her hand out of Lita's grasp. She had made a point to put Dave's ring on her finger on the plane. She had removed the ring that been there for seven years and placed it on a chain that was around her neck hidden by her white blouse.

"So that's why you're here." Lita muttered silently before stepping back. "He's at work on the docks near the Old Haven Lake."

"Oh…" Trish said quietly. "Thanks Lita. It was great to see you." The blonde said as she tried to smile but it came out more as a grimace. They were thankfully interrupted by the large bell signaling school was over.

"No problem. Don't be a stranger Trish. We missed you around here." Lita called as Trish started to walk away. But Trish only waved to her and kept heading to the large docks near by.

As soon as she got this over with the sooner she could go back to her life in LA.

The walk was a quick one barely two blocks from the center of town but it seemed like the longest walk she had ever experienced.

When she finally stepped out of the wood foliage and saw the small dock that had been a place of almost worship to her when she was younger she gasped silently. It was like stepping back into time, memories hit her quickly. As the man that was the main attraction in most of them stepped off the small red boat into her line of sight.

"John…" She whispered silently.