Pairing: Finn Bálor X Female OC
Summary:

After a traumatic childhood and a murder attempt that left her with a heart condition, Miracle Seanoa

wants nothing more than to find some peace and fulfillment in her life. Working as a writer for WWE, she's shocked when Stephanie McMahon takes a gamble on her skills and assigns her to a new RAW roster member. None other than Finn Bálor—the man who'd long ago saved her life and captured her heart.

Finn Bálor left his career as a police officer behind in order to chase his true dream of becoming a professional wrestler. Working incredibly hard within NXT, he soon finds himself drafted to Monday Night RAW. He's shocked to see Miracle again, but even more shocked is he to see what a stunning woman she's become.

However, someone else has had his eye on Miracle for a long while. With his infatuation turning to a deep, dark obsession, he's not going to give up on her easily. Finn will have to resort to his past skills as a cop, to protect the woman he loves.

Because if her weakening heart doesn't kill her, her stalker just might...

Disclaimers: I own nothing or anyone associated or affiliated with WWE. I own only the original characters. This is just a fictional story that came from my imagination. This story contains various scenes that are for people 18 years of age and older ONLY.

Prologue/Chapter 1

"We are sorry. You have reached a number that has been disconnected or is no longer in service. If you feel you have reached this recording in error, please check the number and try your call again."

Fourteen-year-old Miracle Seanoa looked down at her cellphone, sadness in her eyes. "Finn..." she whispered, as a tear spilled down her cheek.

A little over three months had passed since she and her family moved from Seattle to Orlando after a nightmare that had haunted her family for the better part of fifteen years. Miracle's mother—Ella Seanoa—had been stalked since the age of eighteen by a man named Jacques Fournier. He attempted to use her in a revenge plot against her own father. To protect her, her Uncle Jeff suggested she and her boyfriend marry and hide away somewhere till the psychopath was caught. Sadly, on Ella's wedding night, Fournier made another attempt to kidnap her and so she faked her death and fled Tennessee—leaving her husband and family behind in order to protect them. She traveled to Seattle where nine months later, she gave birth to Miracle. She managed to stay hidden from Fournier for several years, until one fateful night when her husband—Joe Seanoa found her alive and well.

Unfortunately, Fournier was one step ahead and had already kidnapped Miracle to use as bait, and interrupted their passionate reunion. Within the next couple hours, Fournier had Ella, and Joe was soon found by an officer—lying on Ella's living room floor, shot in the chest.

And that's how Miracle came to meet and fall in love with Officer Finn Bálor. He'd aided in saving her father's life, and then acted as her bodyguard for the next few months till the ordeal with Fournier finally came to a head.

Having difficulty in making Ella toe the line for him, after he discovered her to be pregnant with Joe's second child, Fournier decided to kidnap Miracle again in order to subdue her mother. His plan backfired however when Ella and her daughter realized they had no choice but to fight back. Ella was finally able to put an end to the French psychopath, but not before he poisoned Miracle.

Finn found them soon after, and stayed with Miracle until help arrived. Even though she was sure she was dying, she kept her feelings for Finn a secret. Save for a few friends who'd guessed she had a crush on her bodyguard, no one ever knew the true extent of her feelings.

Suffering a heart attack due to the poison Fournier had forced on her, Miracle nonetheless fought through and, albeit she would live with a heart condition, she survived.

After her recovery, she finished the school year out, and Ella had her second baby. Then, it was time to move to Florida, so Joe could return to his career.

Finn Bálor had stopped by their Seattle home the day they were leaving for Orlando, and gave her his cell number, telling her to call him if she ever needed to talk. Miracle fondly remembered the feel of his fingers pressing the slip of paper into her palm.

"This is my cell number. If ya ever need t' talk, li'l lass, feel free t' give me a call."

Those were his last words to her. He'd turned and walked away without looking back once.

She'd not seen or heard from him since.

"Finn, I really need to talk," she said aloud, wishing she could convey some sort of telepathic message to him. "Florida is so different from Seattle. I just need to hear your voice." She laid her cell phone aside and curled up on her bed, letting her tears fall freely.

Unbeknownst to her, Ella was in the hallway after putting baby Nathan to bed and had heard her daughter's heartbroken words and quiet sobs. Fighting tears herself, Ella returned to the living room where Joe was reading the newspaper in his armchair.

"Miracle's crying," she said softly, placing her hand on Joe's shoulder.

Immediately, Joe set the paper aside. "Why?"

"I think she's having trouble adjusting to Florida," Ella replied, lowering herself onto his lap and settling against him. "She was trying to call Finn. Apparently, he's not taking her calls or his phone's been disconnected, or something."

"That asshole," Joe growled. "He shouldn't have given his number if he didn't mean for her to keep in touch with him."

"Easy, Papa Bear," Ella smiled softly, and kissed his mouth. "I'm not so sure that's an accurate assumption. Finn cared about Miracle. It's not like him to just ignore her. I think..."

"What," Joe asked, seeing her mind's gears turning. "What's going on in that pretty head of yours?"

"Well," she started. "He's a cop, Joe. What if... What if something happened to him, and he can't speak to Miracle?"

Joe thought for a moment before speaking. "Well, I'm sure it would be easy enough to find out." He got up from the armchair and set Ella on her feet. "Come on." He took her hand and quietly led her into their computer room. Sitting down at the desk, he pulled up a search engine and began a search for Officer Finn Bálor in Seattle, Washington while Ella stood behind him and watched.

Within minutes, Joe found a newspaper article about a cop who'd been shot in the line of duty a couple weeks prior.

Detective Finn Bálor.

Ella spotted the article the same time Joe did. "Oh, God, Joe."

Silently, they read the article and discovered that Finn had been promoted to detective shortly after they moved to Orlando. He was involved in a shoot out when a hostage situation had gone wrong. He was hit near his lung and slipped into a coma for several days. However, once he awoke, he was expected to fully recover.

"Oh, my God," Ella whispered. "What do we tell Miracle?"

Joe was quiet for a moment, deep in thought. "I don't think we should tell her anything, lo'u alofa."

"But, Joe... She-"

"I know he is her friend, Ella. But... Her heart. I'm afraid to upset her that much."

Ella froze and took in his words. She finally nodded. "I guess... I guess it's better for her to think he didn't want to speak to her, huh?"

Joe nodded. "Exactly. I hate it. But that's how it has to be."

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With a soft groan, Finn began waking up from his week-long coma.

"Sir? How are you feeling," came a female voice.

Bright lights blinded him, and his hand rose up to his face to block it out. He felt a slight tugging at his wrist and managed to squint his eyes to get a look at what was inhibiting his movement.

An IV? What d'a hell, he thought.

Then it all came rushing back to him.

The hostage situation. The shoot out. He was hit in the chest.

"I'm going to get the doctor for you, Detective Bálor," the soft, female voice spoke again. Footsteps walked across the room and exited out the door.

Finn shifted, trying to get more comfortable, when a searing pain shot up his side from his rib cage. He groaned from the pain and immediately ceased all movement.

"Detective Bálor, how are we feeling," a cheerful older doctor hurried into the room then, and began prodding around Finn and checking him over. "Much pain?"

"It'll be a lot better when ya can quit pokin' me," he replied honestly. "How long have I been here?"

"You were in a coma. For about a week," the doctor replied, checking Finn's pupils. "You lost a lot of blood. But you're going to be fine now," the doctor smiled warmly. "Would you like something for pain?"

He shook his head. "No, I want t' be able to t'ink clearly."

Because I have a lot 'o t'inking and soul-searchin' t' do, he thought. I don't even particularly enjoy my job, and I almost died because of it. But if it hadn't been for my job, I probably wouldn't have met Miracle or her family, he thought sadly. Suddenly, at the thought of the Seanoa family, Finn raised up and ignored the pain in his ribs. He looked at the little table next to his bed and saw no sign of his cell phone.

"Doc, where's my phone," he asked. "Was it not brought in wit' my t'ings?"

"I'm afraid not," the doctor replied. "It's possible that it fell off you when you were shot," he added.

Finn dropped his head back against his pillow in frustration. Miracle will t'ink I abandoned her, he thought.

Even though he'd not yet heard from the girl in the three months since he saw her last, he could almost literally feel her need to talk with him. Ever since he'd met her, he'd developed an almost sixth sense where she was concerned.

The day she told him about her uncle calling her and saying that Ella was found… He knew something was up. And sure enough, because of his negligence, she'd been kidnapped and nearly killed. He sensed when she'd been poisoned. His heart had exploded into an abnormal rhythm till he found her in Fournier's yard. And then he had no choice but to see her fall to the ground, grabbing her chest, agony on her face.

He shook his head to clear it. He didn't like remembering that day, but it came back to haunt him more times than he cared to acknowledge. He couldn't explain the bond he shared with Miracle. It just happened, and it wouldn't' go away. He knew she needed him, but he had no way of reaching her. All his contacts on his phone were long gone. And he of course didn't have all the phone numbers memorized. His only hope was that Miracle would contact his precinct and get his office's phone-line.

But that line of thought brought him to his new dilemma.

I'm not goin' t' be at my office much longer. I'm puttin' in my notice. He relaxed a little more as he thought out the next step in his life. I have a pretty good amount of savings… He managed a slight smile as he made plans in his mind. It's long past time for me t' concentrate solely on my wrestling career.