A/N: While I was a little saddened by no reviews, I understand that the lack of interaction between Y2J and Trish might've left people a little disheartened. Originally, this chapter wasn't going to have them reunite, but I figured: "Give the people what they want". PLEASE review, hell, even a flame is nice once in a while. Ah, one more thing: I don't own any part of the WWE. Although I must say, I do wish I owned Chris…

I leave you to your reading! ;)

Kudos

Sitting up in bed and stretching her arms over her head, a buxom blonde had just awakened from a very comfortable night's sleep. Patricia did always like hotel beds. No matter where you went, they were always the same: covered in crisp white sheets and comfortable. She had become so used to hotel beds that once she had retired from wrestling, she found it difficult to sleep in her own bed every night. Of course, her husband Josh had made things easier but, to this day, nothing beat a good night's sleep in a hotel room bed. She was sure of it.

It was still early, she duly noted, and wondered if the little restaurant near the lobby of the hotel would even be open yet. Trish figured she should play her cards and make her way down there all the same. Dressing in a pair of denim jeans and a light blue polo, she merely slipped on the first pair of flip-flops she found and quickly brushed some mascara into her already long lashes; she dabbed some lip-gloss on her lips and she was finally ready to head downstairs.

It was frightfully quiet in the hotel and the dim glow of morning shone through deep red curtains as she passed through the lobby. Trish was surprised by the lack of activity. It was already 8:04am, and she half expected to see some wrestlers ready to head out to the airport. Perhaps she was just as early riser and expected too much from the guys. They had after all spent the night before being thrown about and slammed for the cameras. She smiled to herself and wondered why she had decided to this… again.

Correction: She knew exactly why she was doing this again.

Wrestling was like a drug and every time Trish came back for a brief appearance, she felt that itch that needed to be scratched. Only gone for two years, she felt she could not go on another day without hearing the fans, going through the motions of rehearsals, or anxiously waiting to get the next script. There were plenty of these 'so-called' Divas who were in the WWE simply because it was a nice story to tell their kids someday. Trish on the other hand did it because she loved it. She loved to wrestle and she loved to make the fans happy.

That was why the night before; Trish had signed her life away for four more years to the WWE. And what's more, she did it with a beaming smile and a huge thanks to the McMahon's. She wouldn't be active just yet, mind you, but she was already going to go through the motions she had grown fond of. Her husband Josh had been a bit disheartened to know his wife would be away once again… but he'd live, he told her. It was sweet how much support she had from her husband, and she believed it was proof that if there's enough love and effort, relationships between wrestlers had with non-wrestlers could work. She and Josh attested to that, and Trish proudly proclaimed it whenever she could.

At the moment though, Trish had her mind on getting breakfast. It wasn't long before Trish became aware that the charming little restaurant was in fact closed but would open in a half hour. Staring at the small sign pinned to the accordion-shutter doors, she was faced with a choice. Either she could spend five minutes getting to her room, ten flipping through channels, and then five more to get back down… or… she could merely wait patiently for it to open. Deciding that the latter was a more prudent decision, Trish shuffled over to where a make-shift lounge was smack dab in the middle of the lobby.

Sitting down in a rich leather loveseat, Trish smiled cutely and wiggled in her seat a bit. The seat was oddly throne-like and while she kept her composure seeing as the front desk was rather close-by, she had the urge to pose dramatically ala 'King of the Ring' photo shoots. She was unaware of her surroundings as she closed her eyes and sighed peacefully. It was quiet and relatively calm. She could hear shuffling around in the restaurant behind her and she knew that the staff was busy getting everything ready for when they opened.

The elevator dinged and she opened her eyes to see who it was. She half expected it to be someone she knew: Perhaps Adam or Jay, maybe Paul; better yet, Maria or Mickie. Instead a very serious looking man she had never met exited the elevator with a briefcase in hand. He seemed to be in a rush. Trish watched him briskly walk past her and quickly check out. Once outside the hotel itself, she heard the faint jingle of a cell phone and knew he was possibly late for a business meeting.

All of these little nothings lulled Trish into zoning out, her beautiful hazel eyes open but unfocused. Her through ran to her husband back home, to her dog, to her house…

"Trish?" a deep velvet voice sounded and she quickly snapped out of her reverie. Focusing on who was before her, she quickly looked up to see a blinding smile and gorgeous blue eyes.

"Chris!" she answered happily. Getting to her feet she closed the gap between them and gave him a friendly hug, once which he received and returned softly. Pulling away from each other she smiled at him and just sort stood there awkwardly, not really knowing what to say. Chris did much the same, shoving his hands into his jean pockets and licking his lips to merely do something, anything.

It should be noted that although they had participated in a storyline or two, they had never really gotten to know too much about each other. They were courteous and friendly to each other, making small talk backstage, but they had never stricken up much of a friendship. They were politely acquainted and had kissed on camera. Such was the extent of their relationship to date.

"So, is it a coincidence you're here, or is there something I don't know?" Chris questioned with a smirk. He had obviously heard nothing of Trish getting contracted once again and felt out of the loop suddenly.

Trish sent him a light chuckle and settled into her thro- seat, once again. Sitting in an ornate chair sans armrests, Chris leaned back and motioned for her to continue. She was not going to just giggle her way out of answering a question. He liked his questions answered, no matter how at ease and playful he might seem.

"Well," she started. "It's sort of like what happened to you. I just wanted to come back, you know? Once you get bit by the wrestling bug it's hard not to scratch," she finished. It was the short version of a story which could include hours of Trish just talking about how much she loved the WWE. Obviously, Trish was not going to torture him with her ramblings.

Jericho, as he was called by so many, would not have minded in the least listening to her talk for hours. She was a gorgeous woman who just happened to love his very same passion. She was smart at that. Plenty of other Diva's held the same qualities (he liked to think), so to say that Trish was anything special was stretching the imagination a tad too far. But he had to admit, there was a certain charm about her. Apart from her stunning beauty there was something just elementally perfect about her. He contented himself with chit-chatting now and again.

Chris had not pursued her those years when they were on the same roster because she was, and still seemed to be, a happily married woman. He gave her her space, and he respected her for doing the right thing and remaining faithful to her husband. How did he know this? Well, in the locker rooms no detail was ever spared and no story went untold. Chris himself had partaken in a couple escapades already and did what all of them did and spill it to all the boys.

It was those damn Divas and various other women backstage. They threw themselves at them and then expected to be valued. Chris liked very few of those women (as people, mind you) and respected even less. How could he even consider one of them as girlfriend material when they had screwed half the Smack Down roster and were making it up the ranks on RAW's? No. Chris didn't 'fly' that way.

Kudos to Trish for not being a slut.

"That's awesome. Really great…" he trailed off with a smile. He nodded his head and fell into silence, just sort of looking at her when a thought occurred to him. His face lit up, and Trish found herself noticing how attractive Christopher really was. But ha, guys like him were heart breakers, she told herself fondly. She ought to know, she married one.

"What roster did you get signed on to?" she heard him ask.

"RAW," she answered simply and noticed as Chris's smile grew. That smile was easily 1,000 volts and Trish found it contagious. "What? Why that smile?" she questioned with a confused grin.

"Well, I'm on RAW-," he said with a smirk, his chin tilting up slightly in an unconscious gesture. His characters' superiority complex had rubbed off on him a bit and the mannerisms as well. There was more Heel Chris in him than ever before and he wasn't too sure how he felt about turning Face, eventually. He had just gotten used to being the token douche-bag. "-the best brand obviously," he ended with a playful wink.

The two continued to talk and joke about, until Trish mentioned that the restaurant had opened. She was starving and asked him if he wanted to join her and finish their conversation. Jericho regrettably informed her that he had already eaten and was ready to check out when he had been side-tracked at the sight of her.

The pair of blondes exchanged goodbyes; a parting joke about finally getting what she deserved, an ass kicking at the hands of Beth Phoenix, was thrown at her. They parted ways soon after.

Trish did not have to eat alone, though. Soon enough, more than a handful of wrestlers had had the same idea of having an early breakfast and it was no time till they had all but cheered for Trish Stratus and her big comeback.

Everything was going her way, and there was no sign of complications on the horizon, she thought to herself.

A/N… again: I know things seem a little slow, but they'll pick up. I just wanted to have a nice set up for you guys. Once again, please review! Without them I kind of feel like I'm writing for no one at all…