Hey gang, I'm back with something new... Kind of. Y'all know I love me some Baron. And y'all know I love me some Corey. A long time ago a friend of mine AeonBlue mentioned something kind of like this. No spoilers though. Leave a review, let me know what you think, of course.


Chapter 1

Brennan Géroux was spending an evening out alone at a local live music establishment. She was proverbially dipping her toes back into the night life that Winter Park, Florida and its surrounding areas had to offer. It had been a long two years since her banishment from The Menace. She'd been working two jobs consistently and solely focusing on herself, as it was all she could do to not fall apart. Baron had been her rock though a lot of things, but as they say, all good things must come to an end. He'd moved on and bounced back quickly after their break up, while Brennan was left shattered. Four months after their break up, he was engaged. Six months after that, he was married. In all that time Brennan hadn't been on a single date. It was a tough pill for her to swallow when the man she thought she could have forever with, found it with someone else. There was a lot of unsaid and unresolved things between her and Baron, but she utterly refused to get involved in his new happy life. She felt he deserved that peace at least.

She stayed towards the back of venue, near the entrance and exit of the building with a clear view of the room. It was a small venue usually for local talent, but sometimes a more established band would roll through. Much to her surprise, on this night it was an acoustic night. Wearing a black crop top t-shirt and high waist skinny jeans, she made her way over to the bar to order herself a few drinks when an all too familiar voice spoke to her left.

"I guess we should change your nickname."

Refraining from rolling her eyes, "No one calls me Blue except you and Corey." She glanced at him from the corner of her eye. His lame joke wasn't lost on her. Her blue braids were long gone. She had vibrant red box braids now.

He gave a barely detectable nod, "How have you been?"

She turned to him sharply, "Can I help you with something?"

"What? I can't make conversation?"

"Oh, now you want to make conversation?"

He rolled his eyes, "Don't make a scene. It's not a big deal. I'm just trying to catch up with an old friend."

Scoffing, she turned back to the bar just as the bartender came over with her drinks. "Well the old friend is leaving now. Have a nice night." She spoke with a drink in each hand as she side stepped her way through the crowd around the bar and as far away from Baron Corbin as she could get.

The rest of the night she could feel his eyes on her. But instead of feeling like the most beautiful woman in the world, like she had before, it pissed her off. He thought he was being slick; only looking when he thought she wasn't paying attention. That was a hard feat when the woman he was staring at was very observant. She had to refrain from flipping him off. She wasn't bitter per se... But then she saw his wife. All of a sudden, any anger she felt had instantly disappeared and turned into soul sucking self loathing.

'Why wouldn't she be fucking beautiful?' She thought bitterly. He always did have good taste. 'Well, maybe not in me, but good taste nonetheless.' She thought darkly.

But this was different. This stung a little bit more than she expected it would. She was the complete opposite of Brennan; short, petite, long hair, no tattoos and white. They looked in love and it made the bile rise up in Brennan's stomach. Having had seen enough, she made her way towards the exit.

"Hey," he grabbed her arm preventing her from walking out the door, "you really shouldn't drive around here if you've been drinking."

She roughly pulled her arm from his light grasp, "Good thing I'm walking."

"Alone?"

"I can protect myself. Or have you forgotten that too?"

He stayed quiet and really took her in. She was a lot slimmer and trimmer since the last time he'd seen her. She had more tattoos and the most obvious, her hair was different. Of course he remembered spending hours with her sparing, teaching her all he knew about boxing. He recalled teaching her how to shoot at the range too. So yes, she could definitely protect herself if necessary.

He ran his hand over his mouth and chin, "I haven't forgotten."

Those whiskey in the sunlight eyes looked him up, down, then back up again. She didn't say anything else as her eyes briefly looked behind him then she walked away from him. His eyes followed her through the parking lot and into the darkness until he couldn't see her anymore.

"Hey, you okay?"

He hesitated briefly, "Yeah, I'm good."

His wife smiled up at him before sliding her hand into his and going back to enjoy the music.