I decided to do a sort of prequel in a way to my Take the Fall story in the sense of how they came together, and whatnot. I'd like to think it could stand on its own, it's really just an idea I had randomly. Don't ask why Robert seems like an innocent little fool, he just is. I own no one, thanks.

He watched the man in the ring from behind the curtain, a light smile tugging at his lips. He could hear and feel the ring tremble and creak as the other man performed before the fans with his partner. He could see the happiness that being in the ring brought the other man, he could feel the excitement.

"What are you staring at?"

Robert jumped, turning his head and looking at his Team Canada member, Eric Young. He flashed the other man a patent bored look before stepping away and walking down the hall. Eric peaked through the curtain, staring at the two men in the ring before running off after Robert.

"Hey Roode, why were you staring at America's Most Wanted? Hmmm? You know we don't face them until next week."

Robert rolled his eyes, grimacing as Eric managed to keep up with his long strides. He snapped his gaze to Eric, growling faintly.

"I wasn't staring at them, get lost Eric."

The thud of the locker room door shutting gave Robert the peace that he wanted. He threw himself down on a bench, his head in his hands with his fingers gripping tightly at his hair.

"Good job out there James! We finally beat those no-good punks!"

James looked over at Chris breathlessly, his chest heaving as they walked down the hall after their match. He grinned brightly, his hair sticking to his sweat covered face.

"Thanks Chris, you did perfectly great yourself."

Robert raised his head at the voices, his stomach wrenching as he stood up and walked to the door in a slight daze. He pulled the door open enough to peak out and spotted James and Chris walking past the door. His breath hitched as he stared, unable to pull himself away.

"I'll meet you at the car later, James, I need to see Jarrett."

James nodded and walked past the Team Canada locker room, but slowed a few steps from it. He turned slowly, frowning at the feeling of someone watching him. The hall was empty, no doors open anywhere. He shrugged and turned around, continuing down the hall once more and disappearing into his own locker room.

Robert leaned back against the door, his heart pounding heavily in his chest. He had almost seen him, seen him peeving on him like some little pervert. He shook his head, unable to believe himself, and walked over to his bag. He changed out of his gear, and then walked out to the parking lot. He had just stepped up to his car when a voice startled him, causing him to drop his keys.

"Sorry about that," said James, leaning down and picking up the keys, passing them over to Robert, "I just wanted to wish you luck for next week. You're going to need it."

Robert reached for his keys, their fingers grazing each other before James turned and walked off. He watched him for a few seconds then turned back to his car, throwing his stuff in and sitting in his seat, slamming the door shut.

"Stupid, stupid, stupid!" mumbled to himself as he pulled out of the parking lot, and drove back to the hotel for the night.

James leaned against his car, watching Robert drive off. He snickered gently to himself, turning his gaze to Chris as he walked over to him.

"What's so funny James?" asked Chris, unlocking the car and climbing in. James followed suit, shaking his head.

"Oh nothing," he responded, leaving it at that as they went back to the hotel for the night.

Robert sighed as he stared up at the ceiling that night, hours after he had gone to bed. He just couldn't sleep, his mind reeling with what had happened, the innocent touches and few words he had got from the other man. He sighed again, rolling onto his side and attempting once more to sleep without his mind shifting back to the man that left him so utterly flustered.