Summary: Dr. Alexandra Avery ran away from a dark and glamorous past to pursue her dreams of becoming a doctor. Upon landing a job with the WWE, she meets the intensely troubled Randy Orton. Together, can they finally feel safe and wanted?
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A/N: Read, enjoy and review! Oh, and just because I like to put a face to my OCs I was thinking Alex would be 'played' by Canadian model, Daria Werbowy. She is gorgeous!
October 14, 2010: Stamford, Connecticut
The warm-colored foliage bunched up around her favorite pair of Christian Louboutins. She pulled the sunglasses over her head of wavy, brown tresses. She glanced up at the ten-foot sign at the top of the building: a giant 'W' with a red line underneath. If anyone had asked her if she knew she would end up working here, she would have probably just laughed in their face.
She held on tightly to her structured leather purse and approached the blonde at the front desk. The receptionist, who was dressed in a low-cut blouse and pinstripe blazer, was wearing way too much eye shadow for daytime in a business setting.
"Hi, I'm Alexandra Avery. I'm here to meet with Mr. McMahon."
The receptionist smiled before she glanced back down to the computer monitor. She nodded her head, "Yes, Mr. McMahon's office is at the seventh floor. His assistant, Natalya, will let you know when he's ready."
Alex thanked her and walked to the elevators. As soon as she arrived at the lobby of the Chairman's office, she was greeted by his assistant. Her pearl necklace completely conflicted with the skin-tight pencil skirt and dangerously low-cut blouse. As she waited for her meeting, she checked her iPhone to see six missed calls from her ex-boyfriend, Justin. They had worked at the same place and engaged in an inappropriate and unprofessional relationship. She found him cheating on her with a dumb intern, and that was the end of it – at least for her. She had just erased the list of missed calls when someone entered the lobby.
He was tall - definitely over six feet. He was dressed in a custom-made Ralph Lauren suit which complimented his all-American, boyish look. Alex smiled at his direction and he returned her graciousness. Seconds later, the intercom went on and Mr. McMahon asked to let Alex into his office.
"Well, if it isn't my favorite goddaughter," said Vince McMahon as he walked around his desk to give the girl a hug.
"There goes the hope of avoiding nepotism," Alex shrugged, "Hey, Uncle Vince."
"Aren't you happy to see your old uncle, kiddo?"
She smiled at the nickname, "I am. I was just hoping we could disregard family ties while at work. I mean, I love you; but I just don't want to get preferential treatment just because you're my godfather."
"Alex, you're not a wrestler so don't worry about locker room rumours," he started, "you're going to be in charge of leading RAW's medical team. I did not hire you because your mom and I are practically family. I hired you because you are a damn good doctor. Besides, I know you eventually want to get into Orthopedics. What better way to gain experience by working with people who are straining muscle joints and breaking bones all the time?"
"Good point."
"Kiddo, I don't have a lot of time because there's a show tonight at Springfield and I still need to make a couple of conference calls. Do you already know how to get there?"
Alex' eyes widened, "What? I'm going?"
Vince raised his eyebrows, "Well, of course. It is your first day on the job."
"Oh..." she trailed off, "when I spoke to Human Resources last night, they told me I wasn't starting until the show next Monday."
He shrugged, "I need a serious talk with the head of HR. I know it's their mistake and I didn't want to catch you off guard, but we need you this week." He stroked his chin before he pressed on the intercom, "Natalya, darling, will you ask Cena to come in."
Seconds later, the man wearing the Ralph Lauren suit stepped inside. He firmly shook Vince's hand and sat on the chair beside Alex.
"John Cena," Vince motioned, "this is Dr. Alexandra Avery. She will be the new general practitioner for RAW. And Dr. Avery," he turned to the only woman in the room, "this is John Cena. He's the face of the company and someone you want on your good side," Vince laughed. John laughed as well as he shook the young doctor's hand. From what Alex could tell, the two had a healthy professional relationship.
"So Cena, the reason I'm introducing you two is because HR screwed up again and told the lovely Dr. Avery that she wasn't starting until Thursday. She needs a lift to Springfield-"
"Say no more, sir. I'll take her," John interjected.
"Perfect," Vince stated decisively, "Dr. Avery, if you don't mind, I'll meet with John briefly then you can discuss your travel arrangements."
She shook Vince's hand and smiled because he kept to his promise and had been tight-lipped about her being his goddaughter. When John looked away briefly, Vince took the opportunity to wink at her.
After the meeting, Alex and John discussed travel arrangements and he offered to pick her up from her hotel. As soon as she got back, she quickly packed her things and fit every article of clothing and pair of shoes into a massive suitcase. Alex' impression of the the wrestler had been good from the get-go. He seemed like a really nice, easy-going guy, who wasn't bad to look at either. He had a contagious smile and his laugh was definitely intoxicating. When she met John at the lobby, he was a complete gentleman when he offered to carry her suitcase.
"So Doc, I forgot to tell you but a buddy of mine will be riding with us," said John, "that cool?"
"Of course. I'm just thankful, again, for letting me tag along."
"You don't have to say thank you. It's cool, Doc. I'm sure you'll return the favor by saving my life one day."
She laughed at the fake somberness on the wrestler's face. He placed the suitcase on the trunk of the rental and proceeded to open the back door for Alex. She was introduced to the younger wrestler who had 'shotgunned' the passenger seat. His name was Matthew Korklan, but his ring name was Evan Bourne. He had a much smaller build than John, but he was still very cute.
"John, you didn't tell me the doctor was going to be hot!" Matthew shamelessly said, playfully hitting John on the shoulder. "No seriously," he continued and turned to me, "I don't mean to make you uncomfortable, Doc, but you're gorgeous."
"Awww, thanks," she smiled genuinely. The boys were incredibly sweet and if it were any indication to how the rest of the wrestlers were going to be, Alex had a feeling she was going to love her new job.
"Stop flirting with Doc, Matt," John smacked him on the head before he started the engine, "she's way out of your league."
The two-hour ride to the arena was filled with ribbing – mostly on Matt who graciously took everything in stride. The two men made Alex feel welcome immediately. They had even gone off tangent on some occasions and talked about everything from backstage politics to backstage rumors. Not being a fan of the WWE, Alex mostly kept quiet and listened intently at all the real-life drama that occurred behind the scenes. She couldn't put faces to names, but she certainly kept note of the names that often cropped up because of the notorious stories attached to them.
Upon arriving at the arena, she separated from the two men who headed to the locker room to go over the night's card. After ten minutes of searching, she finally found the medical room and some of the medics she would be working with for the rest of her contract. She introduced herself and settled into her surroundings quickly. Before the show began, a number of superstars walked in to have their sprains bandaged up or to pick up their prescription for painkillers. Since they were always on the go, it was difficult for wrestlers to meet with doctors to get their prescriptions, so it was handy for the WWE to have a doctor travelling with each brand.
The night had gone off to a good start until WWE diva Maryse walked in asking if she could be cleared for a match. Alex recalled the conversation between the two boys in the car, and she immediately remembered the name Maryse. John had asked Matthew about their date, which only resulted in a look of fear in the younger wrestler's face. Apparently, based off their stories, this girl was a bit of a psycho. When Alex examined her wrist, she found a torn ligament which was causing it to swell. It was already bad enough that there was no cast, but there was no way she was cleared to wrestle or place it any kind of stress for the next few days. Alex emphatically refused to sign the clearance only because she was looking out for the French woman's safety. Maryse huffed and stormed out of the medical room. Clearly, not everyone in the locker room was going to be on Dr. Avery's team.
Alex pulled her auburn hair out of the constricting topknot and let the waves frame softly around her pretty face. She watched the flat screen showing a live telecast of RAW, which in reality was happening less than a hundred meters away. She looked around the room and noticed how most of the medics were really into the matches. She sighed and stepped out of the room.
"Hey," said a familiar voice from the end of the hall, "I thought I'd find you here."
"Hey, John," Alex smiled. He was wearing one of his bright purple shirts and jean shorts. Even without the suit, he still looked quite handsome.
"I just wanted to see how your first day's coming along. I heard you met a couple of the guys. There's a lot of talk about you, Doc."
"Really?" she asked incredulously. The last thing she wanted was to be involved in the rollercoaster of backstage drama.
John laughed, "Don't worry, Doc. It's all praise and admiration. You've got the whole locker room falling in love with you."
"Really?" she asked incredulously again – this time with a different tone.
"I'm sorry, but you're being a distraction with your sexy legs and those smoldering blue eyes," said John so austerely that Alex caught on that he was joking – to some extent anyway.
"Stop flattering me, John," she replied shyly.
"It's true, Doc. You're a refreshing change from our old doctor. He was a pain in the ass."
"I heard," she pointed over to the medics inside the room, "they were telling me what a nightmare he was. Apparently, he wasn't exactly a paradigm for the Wellness program."
"Yeah, he did take advantage of the medicine and liquor cabinet a couple times," said the wrestler, "anyway, I just wanted to see how you were doing. I've got to cut a promo in five. I'll see you around, Doc." John waved and ran towards the gorilla. Alex watched as his form cut into another hallway and disappeared.
The last match was scheduled to begin after the commercial break. Alex excused herself and went to the bathroom across the hall. When she returned, the match had already begun. It was between the current champion, Seamus, and the number one contender, Randy Orton. Alex giggled quietly at the difference in color between the two men. One was ghastly pale and the other one was tanned and bathed in baby oil. She watched as Orton's face twitched on screen; he had a glazed expression in his eyes as he pounded on the mat. As soon as Seamus turned around, the fans cheered and watched on as Orton attempted to land an RKO. Seamus saw it coming and instead sent Orton to the turnbuckle. When Seamus was running towards him, Orton quickly moved out of the way, forcing the Irish champion to slam hard on the steel pole.
The fans cheered as Randy was regaining the upper hand. He pulled Seamus away from the turnbuckle, to propel him against the ropes. But something happened. Something really bad happened. The fans knew it as soon as the camera zoomed into Randy's pained face. His features grimacing, his eyes tightly locking to hide signs of weakness. Alex knew immediately that something was wrong when she looked at his shoulder. It was hanging languidly at his side. She stood from her chair and without looking around she stated what should have been obvious. "He's dislocated his shoulder."
Four emergency medics set themselves to go to the gorilla so they could rush out once RAW went off air. The rest watched as Seamus played into Orton's injury by putting him in a painless submission that looked as if it placed pressure on his shoulder. Even if he was supposed to lose by disqualification, Orton was forced to tap out. As soon as the referee alerted both men that RAW was off air, Orton winced in pain. Seamus tried to preoccupy the fans by posing on top of the turnbuckle as the medics rushed to Randy's side. They helped him back up the ramp and into the medical room.
Alex breath hitched in her throat as the medics took him into the room. Sure, she had just seen him on television but it was different seeing Randy Orton in person. It was like seeing fireworks in the night sky – you couldn't help but be mesmerized even for just a moment. He looked up to meet with the doctor's eyes and immediately Alex could see the torture in his eyes. She snapped out of her momentary daze to attend to her patient.
She quickly but carefully examined his shoulder and confirmed that it was indeed an anterior dislocation.
"Just help me pop it back In," he grumbled.
"I think we'll need to run some x-rays first-"
"Doc, just pop it back in!"
Alex looked him in the eye. Who was he to tell her what to do? "Popping it back in is not going to solve anything. It looks like you'll need a reduction to correct the alignment."
"Reduction?" Randy asked, "you mean surgery? Look, Doc, I know you're new and I should cut you some slack, but I've had every single kind of shoulder surgery there is out there and nothing's every helped. I have hypermobile shoulders and this sort of thing happens all the time. I don't want to be sidelined. I don't want a cast. I don't want to take any more unnecessary tests. Just tell everybody to leave this room because I scream like a little girl."
Alex looked over his shoulder and nodded at the other medics. She had a feeling they knew it wasn't a strange occurrence when Orton was involved. The last medic closed the door behind him and she turned to the man they called the Viper. "Fine, I'll pop it back in for you, but you have to promise me that you'll consider looking into other surgical options. There are always new procedures and one of them is bound to work for you."
Randy sighed, "Whatever, just do what you're here to do."
"Excuse me?"
"You heard me," Randy narrowed his eyes at the beautiful doctor, "Be a doctor and fix my goddamn shoulder."
Alex pursed her lips. In her head, she was fuming and ready to slap his right across the face. She stood beside the wrestler who was seated on the examination table. Without warning, she snapped his shoulder back into place. Randy Orton's loud scream reverberated in the room and it probably stretched out all across the arena.
"Fuck!" He yelled after the scream, as he rubbed into his strained shoulder.
"I just did what you asked me to do," smirked Alex. She picked up her purse from one corner of the room before turning the knob on the door.
Randy grimaced in pain. He knew it hurt. Popping his shoulder back into place was almost a biweekly thing for him, and the regularity of it never made it feel any better. There was something in the way she did it though that made him suffer a lot harder. Maybe it was her manicured nails digging into his skin or the way she did it without warning. Either way, he couldn't help but glare at her direction when she began to walk out the door. She bent over to pick up her purse and the wrestler couldn't help but notice the curve of her ass underneath the tight pencil skirt. When she stood up straight, he noticed how her 5-inch heels made her nearly as tall as him and how they made her legs appear like they went on for miles. He licked his lips and watched as her hand grazed on the metal door knob. She turned around and met his cold blue eyes. "I'll see you around then," she smirked arrogantly, "Randy."