Title: Endless Love

Author: Crimson Coin Crimson_Coin@yahoo.com

Rating: PG 15 and higher at some points.

Summery: The sequel to "Unstoppable". Will Chris Jericho and Trish Stratus's love truly be able to last?

Disclaimer: I do not own the WWE or any of the affiliated wrestlers.

Timeline: From March 22, 2004 and all said dates.

Archiving: Ask me first.

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Detroit, MI ... March 22, 2004

Edge raked the hair back from his eyes, walking purposefully down the hall of the hectic arena. He knew where he wanted to go, who he needed to confront for many much needed answers. But as he turned a corner, Edge stopped, his eyes focusing intently on the drawn form of a man.

At first glance, the figure didn't even appear to be a man, only the shattered remnants of who at one time may have been human. Edge cocked his head slightly, squinting in an attempt to get a better look at the individual.

The man sat on a steel chair, his head bowed, hands raked through his hair as he cradled his head. His broad shoulders hung low and shook slightly as if he were withholding tears.

Feeling incredible sympathy, Edge slowly approached the man. In a way, he felt personally responsible for the current condition of this man.

"Why would she do it?"

Edge startled as the sorrow-laden drawl echoed in his head, though the man had only spoken softly, barely above a whisper. Yet, the man didn't move an inch, simply stayed motionless, his tears more evident now then ever.

"I ... I didn't want to believe it, but it's really true. God, it's true."

Edge closed his eyes a moment, stabilizing his own emotions in the presence of such a delicately conditioned man. "Jeff."

Jeff Hardy sniffed, raising his tear filled eyes, his hands shaking now that they weren't needed as a support any longer. "What happened? I ... I don't understand."

"I don't either." Edge answered in true honesty. With a sigh, he shook his head, pushing his hair out of his eyes. "I really don't. I ... I thought ... God, I don't know what I thought."

"I thought I knew her." Jeff said, lowly. "I ... I expected Chris to do something funny or hurt her and I was waiting and ready to just hop on a plane and give him a piece of my fist and mind the minute she or Lita breathed the word. But ... But Trish and ... and what she did at Wrestlemania and the weeks after and ... Did you see what she did in that ring tonight?"

Edge sat next to the other man, draping his forearms on his knees, trying to relax best he could on the uncomfortable concrete floor. "Yeah, I saw it. And frankly I don't understand. You know, Jeff, I really thought I knew her. When she would cry on my shoulder about Chris ..."

Jeff's eyes widened with anger. "Cried? What did he do to her?"

"No no no." Edge said quickly, hoping he could alleviate the hotheaded Southerner before action was taken against the blonde Canadian. "It wasn't that Chris did anything to her. She ... she was so torn. I really thought she loved him; she just seemed so torn and destroyed and she ... I really thought she wanted him in every way."

"He made her happy." Jeff said, softly. "I know he did. Just the little things. Lita would call me and say that even if they didn't say anything, if she passed him in the hall at a house show, she would just be changed. Like just the sight of him was all she needed to feel content. Have you talked to Chris?"

Edge shook his head. "No, he won't talk to me. But I've seen him and that's all I need. I know how he feels and just the look in his eyes is more than enough to remind me what that felt like. God, I don't ever want to feel that way again."

"I've never felt that way." Jeff said with a simple shrug. "I mean that's never happened to me. I've never been that heartbroken or even know what that would feel like to have a woman do that to me. I ... can only imagine what that feels like."

"It's absolutely horrible." Edge said. "I actually don't even know if words can describe what it feels like. I mean ... I guess that they call it heartbroken cuz that's what it feels like. It actually feels like your heart has broken in half and all you want to do is just cry your eyes out and then finally when you don't think it could possibly hurt anymore ... well let's just say that the sight of Trish sucking face with Christian is doing absolutely nothing to help him."

"You ... you've felt that way before?"

"I sure have." Edge answered. "And the sight of the woman you love kissing another man just rips your guts out. Especially the way that Trish ..." he sighed, shaking his head. "I don't know man. I mean what Trish did was just out right slutty. Turning on Chris like that then letting Christian shove his tongue down her throat ... right in front of Chris. God, that was so fucking wrong."

Jeff nodded. "Yeah, I know." Licking his lips, he cocked his head. "Where were you headed? Before you stopped here with me."

Edge smiled lightly. "Oh no where."

Jeff just eyed his one time friend. "You were going to find Trish weren't you."

Chuckling, Edge shook his head, standing and placing a reassuring hand on his friend's shoulder. "No, man. Trish is a grown woman. I'm not going to get involved in her life unless she comes to me."

Jeff nodded. "Ok, man. I'll ... I'll see you later."

Edge smiled, walking away from the youngest Hardy. But once out of view, determination engrained itself into his features. He felt bad lying to the boy, but it was the only way. Knowing exactly where he was going, only a few more locker rooms down the hall and he burst through the door.

The woman inside the room started, but Edge didn't care. His eyes cold and angered, he clenched his fists to keep from resorting to violence. "What in the holy FUCK are you two thinking?"

Trish Stratus gasped, shocked at the outburst and she tried desperately to wipe her eyes, keeping herself proud and erect. That easy smile slipped onto her face, her brow cocked with arrogance.

"Don't give me that." Edge snarled. "What the fuck are you trying to do? What's going on in that head of yours? Where ..." he glanced around the room. "Where's that bastard you've been sucking tongue with?"

Christian stepped out of the shower area, a towel wrapped around his waist, water dripping off of his short hair and slicked body. "What the hell do you want?"

"Answers."

"This has nothing to do with you." Christian growled. "Absolutely nothing. This doesn't concern you so butt the hell out."

"Oh this does concern me." Edge said, his voice laden with seriousness and intensity. "This concerns me when not two weeks ago she was crying in my arms because she claimed to love him and not know what to do. Or when I drove her ... how many hours was it ... to see him. It was for Chris, I know it was for Chris because Christian was down in the bar when you were up in Chris's room."

Trish stood, turning her back on Edge to hide the tears that brimmed in her eyes. Christian moved quickly, taking her in his arms and hugging her against his chest, letting her hide against him.

Edge laughed. "Awww, what did I hurt your feelings? Did I say something you didn't want to hear? Tough. Have you seen Chris? I mean really really looked. Does that bother you in anyway or do you simply not care? I'm talking to you, Trish. I said ... have you seen Chris since you two have decided to do this ... this ..." Growling his aggression, Edge stalked towards the two. "I'm talking to you, Stratus." He grabbed Trish's shoulder roughly spinning the woman.

Trish jostled away from Christian keeping her head down, but only for a moment. Swallowing her pride, she looked up, not caring of the tear streaks or the utter destruction that shone so obvious on her face and in her eyes.

Edge's features instantly softened, his eyes wide and surprised, shocked at the sudden emotions he could read so clearly on her face. "Oh God, no. Please no."

The tears peaking out the corner of her eyes, Trish turned her eyes away and up to a vacant corner of the ceiling. "Leave, Edge. Just leave."

Edge didn't obey, but instead walked closer to Trish. "Trish," he ducked down, tilting her chin up to look in her eyes. "Trish, please just look me in the eye."

She shook her head, looking away, averting her eyes away from Edge's penetrating gaze.

"Trish ..." he breathed. "Please."

The pleading in his voice pulled at her heart and she couldn't deny him, despite Christian's warning glare. Trish looked in his eyes.

"Oh God," Edge sighed, wrapping his arms right around the blonde woman, pulling his friend right into his chest in the tightest hug he could manage. "God, honey, what happened?"

Shuddering slightly, Trish curled into him, hiding in his chest, cuddling into him as if simply his touch brought protection and solace.