Chapter 2

The weekend seemed to fly by – well for Trish Stratus anyway- and it was now the early hours of Monday morning. The WWF was in Chicago and since RAW was being filmed later that night both the Alliance and WWF superstars were at the hotel near the arena.

Trish was currently in her hotel room, it was only 4.45am, and she was staring at the ceilling. That's how she had spent most her night: staring at the ceilling with the thoughts about leaving, Dwayne and of course Shane McMahon's threat echoing in her mind. She knew now what she had to do. She would go the arena and meet with Vince as planned. There she would tell him she was leaving. It was the safest thing to do.

A light snore caused the blonde's eyes to turn to her best friend who was sleeping soundly on the bed next to her.

How am I gonna tell Amy? I can't stay. She felt her heart sink at the thought of leaving her best friend behind. Amy had looked out for her ever since day one. She was practically her sister. Trish swallowed the lump that formed at her throat. No! Don't you dare cry! Amy will understand why you have to do this.

Would she? Trish knew that her pitiful excuse of the pressure of the Alliance getting to her would cause her best friend to scoff at her.

I should have told her the truth...she's my best friend but what if she told Matt? If that got out it would be me against Shane and I'd be accused of lying.

Trish sighed and turned her attention back to the ceilling. She would think of an excuse but she knew that she couldn't tell Amy the truth. She gazed at the clock it was now 4.56am.

Trish yawned as she felt the sleep she fought all night begin to take over her.

I'll just rest for a little while...maybe and hour or two... and with that she fell into a dreamless sleep.

"Trish?" "Trish come on, you gotta wake up now!" A voice called. The person also pulled the cover's off her bed.

Trish stirred and opened her eyes slowly. She squinted in the lightness and frowned when she saw Amy standing at the foot of her bed, her arms folded. She was fully dressed and looked slightly pissed off.

"What's wrong?" Trish sleeply asked.

Amy rolled her eyes. "What's wrong? I've been trying to wake you for the past hour! What the hell did you do last night?"

Trish sat up and rubbed her eyes. She cast a glance at the clock it was going onto 1.30 in the afternoon.

"Shit!" She bolted out of bed she didn't mean to sleep in so late.

"Shit indeed." Amy replied as she handed Trish her cell phone. She looked at it and realised she had 5 missed calls all from Vince who was not one for being kept waiting.

"He's gonna be pissed." Trish murmured as she ran a hand through her hair.

Amy smiled slightly. "Maybe he'll go easy on you, on account of his children trying to ruin him." She dryly remarked as she handed Trish clean clothes.

"Thanks." Trish said as aceepted her clothes. "I hope so, I guess I was more tired than I thought." She tried to throw Amy off the real reason she was kept awake.

"You really have to stop this worrying!" Amy scolded her. "It's not good for you." The red head remarked believeing that was why her friend overslept.

Trish sighed. "I know." "Look I'll be quick. Once I've put those on we can head to the arena, I'll grab food there. I better go see Vince before he gets even more mad." She replied all the while hating herself for lying again to her friend.

"Suits me, Jeff text me, the food isn't that great here anyway." Amy told her friend as she sat on the bed and waited for her to get ready.

It was almost 2.30 when the girls made it to the arena. Amy parked the rental car and she and Trish walked towards the locker room.

"I don't think he'll keep you long." Amy told Trish as they got closer to the WWF Women's locker room.

"I hope not." Trish replied quietly.

Amy grinned at her and slung her arm around her friend's shoulders. "Will you relax? Jesus he's probably worried that you've deflected or something!" Amy teased attempting to make her friend happier.

Trish tried to smile but it was useless. "I'll see you in a bit. I hope this will be quick." She said softly not looking at her friend because if she did she would most likely burst into tears.

Amy watched her friend and sighed. If Dwayne was still here she wouldn't feel like this. If he comes back I'm gonna kill him. No one makes my friend feel like shit and get away with it!

After what felt like an enternity's walk, Trish made it to Vince's office. She was about to knock but paused to take a deep breath in attempt to calm herself.

You can do this. You can quit. You can do this. She knocked on the door and waited until she heard his muffled "Come in." before opening the door.

"Vince I'm so sorry I'm late, I totally overslept..." Trish babbled as she opened the door to reveal her boss sitting behind his desk with a grin that could put the Chesire Cat to shame.

"Trish! I was beginning to think you'd left without telling me! Hopefully that's not why you're here." Vince cheerfully announced as she looked on stunned.

What in the Hell is wrong with him? "Uh, Vince are you alright?" Trish asked tentively. This was a completely different Vince from the one she left on Thursday night.

"Me?" Vince asked, the grin still etched on his face as he looked at her. "I'm on top of the world! Please take a seat. As soon as my other guest gets here we can begin this little meeting." He replied indicating to one of the two empty chairs in front of his desk.

Trish didn't speak, she was still confused as to why he was acting so happy. Not that she was one to begrude people from that but if you were in Vince McMahon's shoes it would be the last emotion you would show.

She nodded and made her way to one of the seats.

He must mean his lawyer, I'm sure he mentioned something about paperwork on Thursday night.

Trish sat down and stared at her boss who beamed at her before looking at the door.

"Um Vince about Thursday night..." Trish began attempting to start the conversation about her leaving the WWF.

Before he could reply or she could continue a sharp knock interrupted them. Vince's grin got wider which puzzled Trish more than ever.

"Right on time...Come in!" Vince murmured the first part before confidently bellowing the last part of his sentence.

Trish frowned at her boss. What is going on? "Vince what the hell is going on here?" Trish demanded her attention still on her boss.

Vince looked at the person who had just came in and then back at the blonde haired woman. He simply leaned back in his chair and folded his arms. His grin was not as big as before but was now a tad smug.

"Why don't you ask him yourself?" Vince indicated with a nod to the person who was standing behind her.

Trish frowned at her boss as she got up out of her seat. "Vince, I really don't have the time for your mind games! I thought you would be serious about our last meeting but I guess I was-"

The Diva was cut off as she turned away from him and was now face to face with the person who recently entered.

This cannot be happening! I'm dreaming, I have to be! Her eyes widened as she took him in. He hadn't changed one bit. Her breath caught in her throat she couldn't speak.

The dark sunglasses were removed and his eyes fixed on hers. He was grinning but not as bad as Vince.

"Hello Trish. You haven't changed one bit."

Dwayne Johnson was back.

A.N. Sorry for the shortness of this chapter. I hope it was okay. Thank you for all the lovely reviews and alerts I didn't think I would get as many! I am not sure when I am off next week so once I know I will post a note on my profile with the day when chapter 3 will be up.