[an] I have been so excited for this story, I just couldn't wait any longer to publish it. This will, in no way, follow current WWE story-lines and I am just going to have fun having a free-for all story-line wise… still, a lot of this story will take place in the backstage setting.

[disclaimer] I am in no way affiliated with the WWE. I only own my OCs, Amelia [FC: Julianne Hough] and Elliot [FC Derek Hough] [Elliot is only a minor character]

Between the Raindrops
"Life's under no obligation to give us what we expect."
― Margaret Mitchell

~June 30, 2018~

Amelia Blum followed the executive down the hallway at World Wrestling Entertainment Headquarters in Stamford, Connecticut. He was impeccably dressed in a charcoal gray suit, white dress shirt and gray and white striped tie. Her nude pumps clicked on the polished tile as she struggled to keep up with his long strides.

"Here you are, Ms. Blum." He smiled kindly as he knocked on the door.

She waited patiently, her heart racing, as he opened the door and peeked inside. "Mr McMahon, Ms. Blum is here to see you."

A gruff voice replied, "Lovely, send her in, send her in."

The man smiled as he stood upright, pushing the door open for her. She thanked him as she stepped inside.

"Ms. Blum, please have a seat." She nodded, looking back as her guide snapped the door shut. She crossed the room and took a seat in one of the three empty leather chairs facing Mr. McMahon. She crossed her legs and ran her hands over the smooth material covering her legs, flattening out any wrinkles in the tan, wide-legged slacks. Her wrap around blouse was accented with a topaz necklace and earrings. "Thank you for agreeing to meet with me on such short notice."

"It is my pleasure. Although, I will admit I am not sure how I can be of assistance to you, Mr. McMahon." She gave him an inquisitive look, letting him know she was very interested in finding out just what their meeting was about.

"Well, you are a doctor and we do have doctors to attend to our talent."

"I'm sorry, sir. If you are interested in hiring me as a doctor, I am afraid I am not longer practicing."

"But, you are still licensed."

"Yes, that is true. Even though I have decided to go down a different career path, I didn't think it would hurt to keep my license… just in case.'

Vince nodded, "Of course. Well, then, you will be happy to know that is not why I asked you to meet with me. You see, Ms. Blum… I am more interested in your new occupation."

"My occupation as a sober companion"?" She didn't bother to hide her surprise. She knew very well that you couldn't always spot an addict just by looking at them, and that many rich and powerful people turned to drugs and or alcohol; however Mr. McMahon just didn't seem the type.

"Yes." Vince gave her a knowing smile. "Don't worry, it is not for me. It is actually for one of my employees. He has been going through a lot of personal issues and hasn't dealt with them in the healthiest way. He is one of my top talents and I have big plans for him when he returns, but I need to make sure he can keep his act together."

She nodded, "So, would I be reporting here to headquarters?"

Vince laughed and Amelia frowned, unsure of what was so funny about her question. "No. I need your assistance with one of my wrestlers. You would be traveling with him, of course."

"I am sorry, I would be traveling?"

"Yes, is that a problem?" He frowned, seeming disappointed. "When you were referred to me, I was told you are the best. I really do like having the best, Ms. Blum and I willing to pay top dollar to have it."

Amelia sighed, thinking about her little scotty dog Lennox. She hated the idea of being away from him for extended periods of time. She could always leave him with her older brother, Elliot, but missing him would be nearly unbearable. "I will consider it."

"I suppose I can't ask for more than that can I." He smiled, obviously enjoying the idea of trying to sell her on the job. "If you are the best, the best deserves the best price. I will pay you 1 million dollars for a year's worth of service."

"W-what?"

"As well as a personal bus for you and your new client with all travel expenses paid."

It was a good deal. She would be stupid to turn it down. One million dollars for one client? She wouldn't even make that in 10 years at her normal pay.

"You would have to appear on camera though, in a non wrestling role… to explain why you are always around."

Amelia sighed, she knew there would a catch. She was not an actress, "Mr, McMahon, it is a lovely offer-"

He held up a hand, motioning for her to stop talking, which she did. "You would be given acting classes and you would not be working alone… You would be working with your client.

What was she going to do? It was an amazing opportunity of course, but it was also going to be difficult. She had never acted before .

She frowned, pondering her situation. Finally, she smiled and held out her hand to Mr. McMahon. "Okay, I accept" she smiled,.

"Fantastic! I was thinking that might change your mind."

"But who will I be working with sir?"

~Summerslam 2018~

Amelia, along with her brother Elliot, arrived at the arena at 2:30. She had yet to meet with her new client. It was his first night back on the main roster. Up until then he had been training under the watchful eye of the trainers at the WWE Performance center. Elliot got out of the driver's side before going to the back and pulling his sister's suitcase out of the trunk. Amelia stepped out of the passenger side, her purse slung over her shoulder, and closed the door.

"It will be alright, sis. You will be amazing." He said; He knew here well enough to catch how nervous she was. He drug her wheeled suitcase along as they crossed the parking lot toward the back entrance of the Barclay's Center.

Amelia tucked a strand of blonde hair behind her ear and gave him a grateful smile. 'I certainly hope so. I would hate to make an ass out of myself on television."

Elliot chuckled, "I have all the faith in the world in you. Just relax. There are a ton of people who would kill for an opportunity like this. Have fun with it." He smiled reassuringly. He grabbed the door and held it open for her.

She thanked him as she walked inside. Once he had followed her in and the door had swung shut behind them she spoke, "Thank you. I don't know what I would do without you."

"Oh I am sure you would be jumping for joy if you didn't have an older brother bugging you all the time."

"No, I wouldn't." She insisted. "I think I would be pretty lonely."

He smiled and gave her a quick, one-armed hug before nodding toward the nearest hallway. "Maybe we should figure out where we have to go."

She nodded and led the way down the hallway. It was filled with crew members and managers bustling about, getting ready for the show. She stopped by a man with a clipboard and smiled, "I'm sorry to bother you. I know you are all very busy. I was hoping you could direct me to where I could find Mr. McMahon?"

The man nodded, "Down this hall" He pointed toward the hall on the right, "Then take a left, go down that hall and it is the fourth door on the right. His name will be on the door."

"Thank you so much." She smiled gratefully and waved for Elliot to follow behind her. "This way."

She led the way down the first hallway, garnering a few curious looks from the superstars who had come early to warm up and go over last minute details about the show. She turned down the second hallway and began to count the doors. When she reached the fourth she stopped and checked the sign to make sure she hadn't made a mistake somewhere along the way.

Vince McMahon.

She let out a little sigh of relief. How did the superstars and crew manage to remember where they were going at all of the different arenas? She knocked on the door and waited for the go-ahead to enter.

"Come in." She recognized the same gruff voice from WWE Headquarters and opened the door, motioning for Elliot to follow her. They stepped inside and Amelia closed the door.

"Ms. Blum. Wonderful. I was wondering what time you would arrive."

"I am sorry if I am late, sir - I thought."

"No, no. You are perfectly fine. And who is this?" McMahon motioned toward Elliot

"Elliot Blum, sir. I am Amelia's brother."

"Elliot brought me to the arena seeing I will be traveling on a bus with my client. I was hoping it would be okay if he stayed during the show."

McMahon nodded, "I don't see where that would be a problem. Please, both of you, take a seat."

They did as requested and sat in two chairs closest to the couch Mr. McMahon was seated on. A coffee table in front of him held a variety of hard candies and a standard office phone. Across the room was a large TV, most likely for Mr. McMahon to watch the pay-per-view and monitor how it was going. Vince leaned forward and pressed a button the phone. "Bring him in." He said simply.

"Ms. Blum, I think it is about time you meet your client."

"Elliot can step out, I haven't had a chance to find out if he is comfortable-"

"Your brother is fine. Although, I would like to ask that he be discreet."

Elliot nodded, "Of course."

A moment later the door to the office swung open and a rather tall man in a leather coat stepped inside. His sandy hair was disheveled. He crossed the room and sat down beside Vince. He scratched slightly at the stubble on his chin and eyed both Amelia and Elliot with a rather irritated look.

"Amelia, your client, Jon Good, better known to the world as Dean Ambrose."

Amelia smiled and held out a hand to the wrestler, "Amelia Blum. It's a pleasure to meet you."

Dean eyed her hand for a moment, clearly not thrilled about the idea of shaking her hand. He took her hand and shook it gently and nodded, "You too." He then nodded toward Elliot, "Who is he? Don't tell me I have two babysitters." Dean shot a dissatisfied look at McMahon.

Amelia frowned, "Mr. Good, I am not a babysitter. I am a sober companion...someone to be around to help keep you on your path to sobriety."

Dean waved off the explanation and looked at Elliot expectantly,

"I am her brother."

"So, only one babysitter, then. Good."

Amelia scoffed and Dean smirked, obviously proud he was able to get under her skin so easily.

"Be professional." McMahon warned, giving him a dirty look. "You will be working closely with Ms. Blum on set. You will be seeing a lot of each other. It would be better if you didn't intentionally make things difficult."

"Yes, sir."

"Good, you can go. I would like to better discuss the story-line plans with Ms. Blum.'

Dean shrugged, "See ya later." He got up and left the room, closing the door behind him.

Amelia stared at the closed door and took a deep breath. What had she gotten herself into?

-x-x-x-

An hour and a half later Amelia was being pushed into a makeup chair by one of the WWE's hair and makeup artists. She had already been to wardrobe, where they had dressed her in a simple pair of distressed jeans, leather boots, a white tank top and leather jacket.

The woman made quick work of loosening her hair from the ponytail it was in. She had pulled it back while driving to the arena. She then added a generous amount of conditioner treatment before grabbing the hair straightener.

Amelia watched the crew members bustling about backstage and the superstars as they talked and went over last minute plans for their segments. She had not seen Dean again, but was certain he was fine wherever he was, given the amount of people that were in the arena to keep an eye on him. She would have to track him down after her stint at the hair and makeup table. She felt guilty getting paid for a job she wasn't really doing.

Once her hair was done the woman set herself to work teasing the roots for extra volume. After her hair was well teased and rather wild looking, the woman began her makeup. She did a light eye, with eyeliner and a red lip.

"There you go. You look perfect for you debut tonight, Ms. Blum."

'"Thank you" She smiled, surprised the employee already new her buy name. "You did an amazing job."

"I appreciate that."

Amelia smiled and got out of the chair. Now that she was officially glammed up for the show, she needed to find her client and check in.

She walked down the hallway and ran into her client as he was leaving the men's locker room. He was still dressed in the same clothing he had been wearing when they had met earlier. She smiled at him and walked up to him.

"Hey, I was just checking in -"

Dean cut her off, waving his hand to silence her, "Look. I am sure you are nice and all, but the reality is I don't need you around. McMahon is just being paranoid. I don't need some babysitter to keep track of my every move and make sure I am behaving myself."

Amelia frowned, it wasn't the first time she had been given a difficult case where the client would have preferred she not be around. "Dean, or Jon, or whatever, look. I know this isn't easy. Nobody likes the idea of having a stranger around at first, but I promise you I am not here to judge you. I just - "

"You can judge me all you want. I really don't give a fuck what you think. Just do what you are supposed to do on screen and collect whatever outrageous sum McMahon is offering you, because I can take care of myself."

He didn't wait for a response, he turned and walked down the hallway, leaving her, mouth agape and speechless, by the men's locker room door.

-x-x-x-

Seth Rollins was laying on his back in the center of the ring. Dolph was lying a few feet away. He had just hit his signature frog splash from the top rope and was taking a moment to collect himself. He could hear Drew McIntyre as he banged his fist on the mat and yelled orders to Dolph. Seth slowly sat up, grabbing the ropes. Dolph was also stirring, rolling onto to his stomach to push himself onto his hands and knees. Seth clutched the ropes and pulled himself up. He ran over to the corner and yelled for Dolph to get up.

Dolph pushed himself up and Seth ran, hitting the curb stomp. He dropped down and rolled Dolph over for the pin. The referee got down and counted.. .

One

Two

Drew grabbed Seth's ankle and pulled him out of the ring, tossing him into the barricade. Seth grabbed his back as he sank to the floor.

The referee was on his feet now, yelling at McIntyre. He motioned toward the ramp and yelled, "You're out of here!" The fans all cheered as the Referee continued to yell at Drew to leave ringside.

Seth smiled and clambered to his feet. He staggered over and rolled into the ring, just as familiar music hit.

He looked up to find Constable Corbin standing at the top of the ramp, microphone in hand. He waved his arm in the air, "No, no. Wait a minute. I just got done talking to Stephanie McMahon." The fans booed and jeered, but Corbin ignored them. "She says McIntyre is to remain at ringside - and this match is now a no disqualification match!" He laughed at the look on Rollins face as he backed away.

After Corbin disappeared backstage, Seth quickly rolled out of the ring, barely missing McIntyre, who had charged at him. He ducked down and reached under the ring, grabbing a chair to defend himself. When he stood up he was met by a big boot from McIntyre. The fans all booed at the interference. Drew then grabbed him and threw him back in the ring. Dolph scrambled into the pin, but Seth kicked out at two. He pulled himself up in the corner and leaned against the turnbuckles. Cheers erupted from the crowd as he dodged an attack from Ziggler. He slid out of the ring, hoping to collect himself again, only to be plowed over by McIntyre. He groaned as he lay on the mat. He heard McIntyre yelling out to the crowd.

Drew seized him by the hair and pulled him up. He picked him up and threw him into the steel steps. The fans all booed and gasped. Seth clutched his back, kicking his foot against the mat. Drew grabbed him once again and rammed him into the ring apron. Seth crumpled on the floor at his feet. Drew stomped on him several times before turning his back on him to, once again, yell out into the crowd.

While Drew's back was turned, Seth reached under the ring and grabbed a Kendo stick. He got up and struck Drew across the back with it. He stumbled forward and Seth hit him with another shot, then another, and another as the fans cheered. Once Drew was on the ground he dropped the Kendo stick and turned around and slid into the ring, only to be met by a famouser from Dolph. Dolph rolled him over for the three count and the win. Seth lay on his back as the fans booed. Drew got back into the ring and pushed him out with his foot before turning around to celebrate the victory with Dolph.

Seth pulled himself up, fans clapping him on the back, and leaned against the barricade. He watched Drew and Dolph celebrate before walking up the ramp to the backstage area.

-x-x-x-

Seth had grabbed a towel and a bottle of water. He wiped the sweat from his face and wrapped the towel around his neck as he walked in the direction of the men's locker room.

"Seth!" Charly walked up to him. "How does it feel after losing to Dolph once again because of interference by Drew McIntyre?"

"I'll tell you what Charly, It feels exactly how you think it would feel - I got myself into a situation where I know I can be Dolph Ziggler. Drew McIntyre had been banned from ringside, but then Stephanie McMahon stacks the cards against me and once again I fail. Right now that Intercontinental championship should be with me, it should be around my waist -"

"Excuse me" Seth and Charly both turned around at the unexpected interruption. "Mr. Rollins, I was hoping I could have a word . . .. alone." The attractive blonde shot a look at Charly who frowned.

Seth eyed the blonde, looking her up and down before shrugging, "Yea, I guess."

She smiled sweetly, "Wonderful. I have a business proposition to discuss with you." She grabbed his arm, lacing it through hers and guided him down the hallway behind him and out of the camera shot, leaving a dumbfounded Charly to stare down the hallway.

-x-x-x-

Roman Reigns took another F5. Half of the audience cheered and half booed as Brock went for the pin and Roman once again kicked out. He rolled away from Brock and pulled himself up. He stood in the corner and waited for Brock to turn around before hitting him with a superman punch. He ran to the other corner and waited for Brock to get up and hit him with a spear. The crowd was on their feet, a series of cheers and boos filling the arena as Roman waited in the corner to hit Brock with another spear. As Brock once again staggered to his feet Roman hit him with a second spear. He scrambled into a pin.

One

Two

Three

The arena erupted as Roman rolled off of Brock and sat up. He got to his feet as the referee handed him his championship. He held it up, smiling triumphantly to a mixed reaction from the crowd.

He climbed up onto the ring ropes, holding up the title, as his music stopped and new music started.

It's time to play the game!

The fans all cheered as Triple H come out onto the stage. He was wearing gray slacks and a white button down shirt with a blue tie. He had obviously opted to leave his sport coat in the back. Brock had cleared the ring and was walking up the ramp with Paul Heyman. He glared at Triple H and purposefully bumped into his shoulder.

Hunter laughed as he walked up the steel steps and climbed into the ring. He pointed back toward Brock, who was heading into the backstage area with Paul, with his thumb. "Talk about a sore loser!"

The fans all cheered again. Roman jumped down from the ropes and eyed Hunter suspiciously. He slowly walked toward to the center of the ring.

"Now, now, Roman. No need to get defensive. I am just out here to congratulate you. We needed a superstar to hold the champion who would be on RAW week in and week out, so congratulations." The fans booed, obviously hoping Hunter was out there to screw Roman over. He ignored them and held out his hand for Roman to shake.

Roman eyed his hand for a moment before taking it and shaking it firmly. Hunter held onto his hand and raised his arm high in the air while Roman held up the title.

Triple H turned them around to face the other side of the audience, holding the same pose. He slowly lowered Roman's arm before pulling him closer and kneeing him in the stomach. When Roman hunched over Triple H set him up and hit him with a pedigree.

He then stood up and waved up the ramp.

More familiar music hit and the crowd was on its feet. Kevin Owens, who had won the Money In the Bank Briefcase earlier in the night from Braun Strowman via count out, ran toward the ring. He thrust his briefcase at the time keeper who announced that he was cashing in his briefcase. A referee ran down to the ring. Triple H moved to the corner of the ring and the time keeper rang the bell.

Kevin climbed to the top rope and hit the frog splash and pinned Roman.

One

Two

Three!

Kevin grabbed the title that Roman had dropped on the mat, holding it up in the air. He leaned down to trash down Roman. He laughed as he stookd up straight and held up the title once again.

He rolled out of the ring, while Triple H climbed down the ring steps. Stephanie had come out with Constable Corbin. They were waiting at the top of the ramp for Kevin and Hunter. When they reached the top of the ramp, Stephanie and Hunter both raised Kevin's hands in victory while Roman looked on, leaning against the bottom turnbuckle.

-x-x-x-

Summerslam 2018 had ended with a bang with the return of the authority and Kevin Owens cashing in his money in the bank briefcase on Roman. Amelia was waiting outside of the men's locker room for Dean. She knew he wasn't pleased about her being around, but they were traveling together regardless.

She had already had a tearful goodbye with her brother after her segment with Seth Rollins. He had promised to take good care of Lennox while she was gone and she had promised to call him when they got to the hotel.

The door to the men's locker room swung open and Dean stepped out, dragging his suitcase. He frowned at her, but said nothing as he turned down the hallway. She jogged after him, struggling to keep up with his long strides and quick pace.

When they got to the back entrance of the arena, he held the door open for her.

"Thank you." She said, unable to hide her surprise. After the way he had been acting all day the gesture was startling.

"Just because I don't want you around doesn't mean I shouldn't be a gentleman."

She frowned at the reply, but didn't respond. It wouldn't do her any good to fight with him. 'Which bus are we riding."

He pointed to a long white bus, with gray and red designs, on the far right. "Vinnie must really like you. How did you manage to get us a bus."

"I am assuming he thought it would be best so we can talk if you need it. I mean I am here for you, not as a talent."

Dean shot her a look that she couldn't quite decipher. She walked along beside him. Other superstars were all making their way to their assigned buses or rental cars. "I hate to break it to you, I don't have much to talk to you about."

She shrugged, "it's okay. I am here if you want to. I am not going to force you to talk to me."

He grunted, "I would like to see you try to make me talk to you." He smiled, obviously finding the thought of such a situation quite humorous.

"I am just here to help keep you from drinking. You know there are big plans for you coming up. You don't want to mess that up. That's why I am here."

They reached the bus and Dean opened the door for her, "Like I said, Amelia, just do what you are supposed to do on screen and collect your payday…. I am just fine."

She sighed and stepped onto the bus. She had hoped, with his little quip and smile, they were going to get on better terms and he might open up to her. She dragged her bag to a corner of the bus and tucked it away before sitting in one of the recliners.

Dean put his bags in the closet and flopped on the couch.

"There is nothing to be ashamed of, you know. I am not going to judge you based on anything you tell me."

Dean groaned in annoyance, "Lady, I'm tired. I don't feel like hearing your spiel right now."

"Mr. Good. -"

"How do I address you anyway?"

"Amelia is fine."

"No, no, when people come around. I have to have a reason you are here. I don't think I should tell them I have a glorified helper monkey."

"Excuse me? Helper monkey?"

"So, what is it?"

She took a deep breath and released it. "You can tell them whatever you feel comfortable telling them."

He nodded, "Gotcha." He had just opened his mouth to speak when there was a knock on the door to the bus.

A moment later Seth Rollins had climbed on to the bus. He was followed by Roman Reigns. "We heard you got your own bus. There is no way you get to ride on this nice bus without biringing us along." Roman said as he closed the door.

"The driver is coming. Hey there Amelia." Seth flopped down in the recliner beside her while Roman shoved Dean's legs off the couch and sat down. "Good job tonight."

"Thanks." She mumbled, not entirely recovered from their unannounced appearance on the bus.

"So you get to travel with the new girl!" Roman jabbed Dean in the ribs with his elbow.

Dean grunted in response. "You guys can travel with her and I can go to the other bus, no problem."

Amelia shot him a glare across the room. She hadn't done anything to deserve this kind of treatment from him.

"Hey! Be nice to her. I feel bad for her having to put up with you." Seth pulled his phone out of the pocket of his jeans and opened the twitter app.

"I suppose he isn't happy with our business arrangement." Amelia's eyes were still narrowed and locked on Dean.

He shrugged, "You could put it that way."

"Well it isn't, Amelia's fault." He glanced at her, "You probably wish you were still off doing the news or television or whatever it was you were doing before Vince snatched you up from your employer."

"Well if Vince grabbed her from wherever she was probably at the top of her game. You know how he is about picking talent." Roman added, motioning toward Amelia.

Amelia couldn't help but notice Dean roll his eyes. She opened her mouth to speak, but the bus door opened once again and the driver got on. He got in the driver's seat and started the engine.

"Thank you." She said to both Roman and Seth. "Hopefully, I don't let anybody down."

Seth shook his head in response, "You'll do great and even if he is a jerk, your travel buddy over there will help you out, right?"

Dean smirked, but nodded, "Of course."

"See nothing to worry about." Seth smiled brightly and patted her on the back before turning his attention back to his phone.

Amelia sighed and glanced at Dean.

Somehow, she found that highly unlikely.