Okay everyone. It has come to my attention that there are NOT ENOUGH SHEAMUS STORIES ON HERE! So, with the wonderful help and guidance of AnaMarieBella (read her stories!), I have decided to write another Sheamus fan fic! It is centred around 18 year old Cailin Farrelly, Sheamus' younger sister, who misses him dearly while he is on the road in The States, away from Dublin and his family. Yeah, so, read and please review! I love Sheamus so much and he is so cute in this story! Cute Sheamus, you probably wouldn't see THAT on T.V, but anywho, see what you think! xoxo

Disclaimer: I do not own anything to do with the WWE or Sheamus, the characters in story (except one Celtic Warrior) are fictional and any real names of any persons (alive or deceased) is unintentional. That is all! Enjoy! xoxo

Cailin lay face down in her pillow, bored as all hell. There was nothing to do in her neighbourhood. She didn't have any friends to hang out with, her parents were at work, all her homework was done and there was nothing good on the telly so boredom was her only choice. She looked up and placed her head on its side. She looked at her favourite poster of WWE Superstar Sheamus, former WWE Champion. The Celtic Warrior. Her brother.

"I miss you, deartháir." She sighed and buried her head in her pillow again. Ever since Stephen had left Ireland to become the big star that he is, Cailin had no one to talk to, except for her parents. Her school friends don't like her because she's a little different. The only person she could really be comfortable being around was her brother.

"But you're not here, are yeh?" She sat up, rubbing her eyes. At the present time, Stephen was out with a shoulder injury and would be out of action for almost a year. She knew how devastated he would be about not being able to wrestle for a full year. But she had a theory: if he was injured for that long, maybe, just maybe, he could recover at home? In Ireland? With her and her Mum and Dad? It was a big ask, maybe he wouldn't be up to it. He could stay in Florida, in the searing hot heat, with no one to socialise with. "Boring," she thought to herself. And it's not like he would go outside, not without his SPF 85 that he loved so much he had a panic attack once when he left it at home. "Dork," she thought again, laughing. She turned around when she heard a car pull into the drive way.

"Mum must be home." She figured. Sure enough…

"Cailin, I'm home," her mum shouted.

"Oka-ay!" she called, getting up and picking up a few items of clothing that were strewn across the floor. She threw them in the corner and flumped on her bed again. She looked outside. It was a beautiful day, but there was no one to share it with.

"I bet I could go for a walk with Stephen on a day like today," she thought sadly, as she looked at her poster again. She sighed as she made her way towards the door when she stopped. She could hear heavy footsteps entering her house.

"Who the hell is that?" she wondered, continuing her way towards the top of the stairs. She stopped again. Her eyes widened, gasping, she covered her mouth with her hands. She didn't believe what she was seeing.

"Hey, deirfiúr." There, at the front door, was her brother, Stephen Farrelly. He was smiling and laughing at Cailin's shocked state. She screamed and raced down the stairs; Stephen couldn't help but smile to see his sister's wildly happy face. She squealed as he scooped her up and swung her around. Giggling, she hugged him as tightly as she could. It felt like forever since her brother had held her. The last time that happened was when he came to Dublin on the last WWE World Tour. Ages ago. Her mum just stood in the doorway of the living room, with a big smile plastered across her face. Cailin let him go and looked into his eyes.

"For someone who's injured, yeh sure are goin' alright, swingin' me around like that." She giggled. Stephen laughed.

"I'm tough; you should know that by now." He was right, he is a tough nut. Her eyes started to well up with tears.

"Oh, chéadsearc," he soothed as he pulled her into a gentle embrace. She had missed him badly and still couldn't believe he was home.

"I'm sorry," she sobbed. "I'm just so happy teh see you." She looked up at him. He was smiling.

"I'm happy teh see you too." He continued the warm hug. "You have no idea how much I've missed yeh, Cail." She smiled. Knowing her brother had missed her made her realise how close they really were. His grip got a little tighter, he really had missed his sister so much and loved seeing her again. He squeezed her like a teddy.

"Um, Stephen?"

"Yeah?"

"I can't BREATHE!" she squealed.

"Ooh, sorry lass." He quickly let go as Cailin breathed in and out deeply. He laughed and ruffled her hair playfully.

"Hey! Stop that." she giggled. She turned to her mother.

"How could you keep such a secret?" She laughed. Her mother just shrugged.

"I just wanted it to be a surprise." She smiled.

"Does Dad know?"

"Yes, love. They met just earlier." Cailin knew how much of an influence her father had been on her brother and knew that their relationship as father and son was strong. But a bond between a big brother and his little sister was also a bond that was hard to break.

"Okay." She looked at Stephen. And hugged him again.

"You have no idea how much I've missed YOU, brother!"

"I missed yeh more," Stephen teased.

"Wanna bet?" Cailin replied. Stephen laughed.

"How about we talk about it?" Stephen suggested before WWIII started.

"Don't you wanna sleep first? I mean, you just got off a gazillion hour flight." Cailin suggested to a humoured Stephen.

"Gazillion was it?" He laughed.

"Yeah." She nodded. Stephen sighed.

"Well, a nap does sound good," he stretched and yawned. Cailin backed away, in case he tilted and fell on her. Plus, a man his size stretching is kind of intimidating, well, to her anyway.

"Alright," he said, wrapping his arm around her neck. "I'm gonna hit the sack for a while."

"Good boy, we don't want yeh getting grumpy now, do we?" she smiled at him. He ruffled her hair again.

"No, or the BOG MONSTER WILL GET YEH!" She squealed and laughed as he picked her up and squeezed her tight. He was such a child when he wanted to be, threatening her with his movie rolls and all. He put her down gently. "I'll be off then." He picked up his suitcases and carried them upstairs.

"Sleep well, love." His mother said.

"Oh, I reckon I will." He laughed and continued up the stairs. "See yeh soon, Cail."

"Yep! Have a good sleep," she replied. She knew he would. A long flight would take it's toll on anybody, even on a behemoth like her brother.

Cailin made her way upstairs after watching Father Ted. "Awesome show," she thought to herself. She walked to Stephen's doorway. She sighed and pushed the door open ever so slightly, to see a sleeping Stephen. There he was, lying there like an angel. She smiled. He was a big man. On TV, he was a scary Celtic beast but when he was around her, he was just like a big teddy bear with an even bigger heart to match. He always talked to her when he could, and told her how much he missed her. Of course, she missed him more. But she left that thought for the little debate he and her were going to have when he woke up, but for now, she would let him rest. He had a long flight that he needed to sleep off. She just smiled.

"Fáilte abhaile, deartháir." She whispered softly. And with that, she silently pulled the door, letting it click shut.

So, there it is! First chapter, I may take a while updating so bear with me as this is a stressful time of year for a college rat! I hope you liked the first chapter! Please review! :-) xoxo