Title: I'll Love You Tomorrow

Author: Carm

Disclaimers: I own no one. Everyone is WWE property.

Distribution: Frollies, Fanfic.net, Group archives. All others ask first.

Rating: PG-13 for some profanity

SPOILER ALERT: This story contains spoilers for the Smackdown Draft Pick. If you don't want to know who was drafted until Thursday (or whenever you get the show) do not read this story. I will not post the pairing as to not give away the pick. Again, this contains SPOILERS, so don't say that I didn't warn you. There is SPOILER written all over the place here LoL

Summary: The draft forces one couple to say goodbye before they're ready... and before anything can be solved.

“Well… maybe they’re gonna switch Dave over, huh? Maybe you’ll get a few weeks with the Undertaker, and then you can have your Orton-Batista feud. Not like Smackdown has a champion now, anyway.” Trish shrugged. “Such is life, ya know? I guess Stacy and I can bemoan the fact that Hunter shattered our lives together.”

“Oh, what the fuck, Trish? You’re just being paranoid now, you know that? What the hell does Hunter have to do with any of this?”

“Oh, come on, Randy. You know things with him and Steph aren’t on the up and up. If he can’t be happy, then nobody’s gonna be happy, which means that Stacy and I will get screwed all to hell. He can talk that garbage about being just one of the talent all he wants, but we all know that he’s running things right up there with Vince.”

Randy groaned and leaned forward. He ran his hands over his head, feeling the prickles of growing hair against his palms. He slid his hands down his face and sighed. He looked up at Trish. “The hell with Hunter and anybody else, alright? This is between you and me. Yeah, I’m going to Smackdown, but that doesn’t mean…”

“Stop right there,” she interrupted him. His hand was reaching out towards her and she jumped up, a bit too quickly. She winced at a small ache in the small of her back, then shook it off. “Don’t start acting like the issue here is that I’m hurt or anything. I was just trying to make you feel bad for packing all your shit up and running out. Don’t go thinking that I’m gonna cry when you walk out that door, because I’m not.”

“Uh huh.”

“Seriously, I’m not. In fact, I’ll probably call Stacy and tell her how glad I am that you’re finally somewhere else.” Her attitude on the subject had changed so quickly that it left her confused. It was her own defense mechanism. Randy leaving for Smackdown hurt more than she wanted it to, and she’d let out more pain over it for him to see than she would have liked. The only thing to do was take it all back. “I’m cool with it, Randy. I was just having a moment, ya know? It’s not like we were this whole united thing. Not like we were like… Charlie and Jackie or anything. Because, believe me, we’re not.”

“Trish…” Randy stood up and sighed. His arms dangled at his sides. “This is something we gotta talk about, but I can’t do it now. I’ve gotta get on a plane.”

“It’s fine. Go. By the time you’re out there, the taxi will be here.” She smiled brightly, stretching her lips tight. She wondered if it looked as fake to him as it felt to herself. “Call me tomorrow.”

“I’ll call you after the show.”

“No, call me tomorrow,” she said firmly. Trish moved around him and put the last of his things that were resting on the bed inside the suitcase. “It’s cool. Go on and have a blast. Give ‘em hell, and we’ll talk tomorrow.”

She waited for him to say something, to maybe say the words that neither had dared say in the year they’d been seeing one another. Maybe, she thought, he would say them, knowing that it would make her feel better. Of course, that didn’t mean that he meant it. And neither did it mean that she would say them back. In fact, she couldn’t even admit it to herself unless he was gone.

In the end, Randy said nothing. He picked his suitcase up off the bed and leaned in, kissing her on the cheek. Trish walked him to the front door and they kissed once more. Their lips touched and Randy lingered for a moment, before going out to the waiting taxi.

And Trish watched from the doorway, leaning to the side, her head rested against the door jam. The taxi drove off and she sighed. “Maybe I’ll love him tomorrow,” she muttered. Not like that was anything new. She always loved him tomorrow, with tomorrow being the day after they separated. There would just be a lot more tomorrows this time than ever before. An entire lifetime of them.

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