Fix You

Author's Note: I'm taking a chance with this story. The idea came to me late one night, and it's really grown on me.

Some of the pairings in this story include: John/OC, Rey/Maria, Dave/OC (possibility), Dave/Trish, and Eddie/Christy. I realize that not all of these are the traditional pairings that fans are used to… I thought I'd try a couple different ones. If you have suggestions for pairings, or characters to add, feel free to let me know at any point, and I'll try to work with your ideas.

Disclaimer: I don't own WWE, or any of its characters mentioned in this story.

Warnings: This story is rated M for Mature; it contains content for mature readers only, including: language, sexual content, violence, substance abuse, and more.

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Bzzz Bzzzzzz. Rey groaned and grabbed the pillow beside him, then attempted to cover his head with it. He couldn't have been asleep for more than a couple of hours, could he? Bzz Bzzzz. He figured he must have left his phone on vibrate. He stretched and rubbed his eyes, then propped himself up into sitting position, but was surprised when his hand came in contact with soft skin. Remembering that someone was staying at his place for the night, he leaned over the sleeping form beside him and kissed her lightly on the forehead, then slid from the warm confines of the bed. He snatched his cell phone from the bureau and slipped out of the room as quietly as possible.

He shut the bedroom door behind himself so he wouldn't wake her and flicked the light switch on in the hallway. Flipping his phone open, he read, '1 missed call.' He selected 'recently missed calls' from the menu and waited as the list of calls popped up. 'That's weird…'

He headed into the main room of the suite and sat down on the plush, black leather sofa, then hit redial on his phone. He was about ready to hang up after countless unanswered rings until he was met by the sound of sniffles on the line.

"Maddie? What's wrong?"

There was no answer, but she seemed to break down and cry harder.

"Madds, what happened?"

After a few minutes, and still no answer, Rey glanced at the digital clock on the DVD-VCR player, '1:45.' She wouldn't call at 2:45 in the morning unless something was very wrong, would she?

"Maddie, do you want me to come pick you up?"

There was still no answer. "Madds?"

"… Okay." Her voice was so quiet it could have been mistaken for a whisper.

"Do you want me to stay on the phone with you until I get there?" He stood up, walked over and removed his jacket from a coat hook and slipped it on.

"Yes," she sniffed.

Rey grabbed his car keys from the kitchen counter, along with the room key, and left. "Maddie, what's going on?" She still wouldn't answer, and he decided it would be best if he dropped it; at least until he picked her up.

After what seemed like forever, he finally reached her house. She was sitting on the front steps with her duffel bag beside her. She looked miserable; her knees were pulled in towards her body and her head was lowered, her eyes set on the ground.

Rey jogged up to her and picked up her duffel, slung it over his shoulder, then grabbed her hand in his and helped her to her feet. She followed him to his car and slid into the passenger's seat. He closed the door behind her, put her bag into the trunk, and got into the driver's side himself. Something seemed seriously wrong, because she wouldn't even look at him, and she was still completely silent. Usually Maddie was all smiles, and her positive aura brushed off on those around her; it was a rare occasion when she was this quiet.

The hood of Maddie's sweatshirt was pulled up over her head, casting a shadow over her face. Rey started up the vehicle and drove a few blocks from her house, then decided to pull over near a park so they could talk. He turned the engine off and slowly turned towards her. Her hands sat entwined in her lap; her gaze was locked on the dark, empty street ahead of her. When she still wouldn't turn to look at him, he reached up and gently tugged her hood off.

Maddie's usually vibrant, delicate facial features seemed to be masked by pain; she looked very distraught. Her eyelids were puffy and red, and he could tell she had been crying. There were dark circles under her red eyes, and he imagined she hadn't been sleeping much. Her skin was now a grayish, pale shade that made her look sickly and her sky blue eyes had lost their sparkle.

She looked down at her lap and nervously bit down on her bottom lip. "Rey…" she slowly turned to look at him.

His comforting expression all too quickly turned dark. Her right cheekbone, just underneath her eye, was badly bruised—an awful purplish, blue-black color—and her cheek seemed to be swelling up.

"What happened?" He squeezed hard on the car keys he was holding in his right hand. He didn't want his anger to come flooding out and scare her away, and he hoped he could manipulate and mangle the keys instead.

A tear slid from the duct of her eye and rolled down her washed-out cheek. "Earlier today I decided to break things off with Matt… I was fed up with his shit. When I got there, I barely had the chance to get a word out. Before I could talk to him, he was all over me… pretty soon we were upstairs. Fine, whatever, you know? But Matt's been using drugs lately, and it makes him more aggressive. When I told him 'no,' I think it hurt his pride or something… because the next thing I knew…" her voice was getting shaky and she was on the verge of tears.

Rey grabbed her hand and held it in his, "Come on baby girl, you know you can tell me anything..."

She nodded and continued. "…I trusted him. Even though he was doing a lot of stupid things, I never thought he'd hurt me…" She felt a sharp pain in her chest as she struggled for the right words. It felt like her heart was breaking, and rehashing the whole thing to him wasn't helping.

"When I told him 'no,' he got really angry. He started screaming at me, and I tried to leave before things got out of hand. He grabbed me around the waist and pushed me down onto the bed…"

Rey winced. Maddie was a small girl. Not abnormally small, but small; small enough for someone to push her around. She was about 5'5", and she couldn't weigh more than about 115 pounds. Her boyfriend was probably about 5'11" or 5'12", and he had a decent build. It would have been easy for him to take advantage of her. He silently prayed that nothing had happened.

"I tried to fight back… I really did… but he was so much stronger than me, and the more I fought back, the more aggressive he got. I ended up hitting him in the nose so hard that he fell backwards and hit his head on the dresser. He was out cold, and I left… I left him there unconscious…" she wiped her eyes with her fingertips and took another deep breath, "because I was scared of what would happen if I stayed around any longer."

Rey nodded, but still hadn't said much. Maddie tried to search his eyes for any sign of emotion, but couldn't figure out what was on his mind. After he still hadn't said anything, and his eyes were fixed straight ahead, her gaze fell to her lap again.

"You're mad, aren't you?" Her voice was hardly a whisper. He nodded.

"Do you think it's my fault?" Her heart felt like it was breaking more by the minute. It felt like she was all alone, and it scared her to death.

"What?" Rey's gaze shifted from the view of the street, to the emotionally fragile girl sitting beside him.

"You said you were mad. I thought you must be mad at me." Maddie repeated, chewing on her bottom lip again.

"How could you think that? No… of course I don't think it's your fault."

"I feel so guilty. What if I hurt him badly? How could I just leave him there?"

"You didn't do anything wrong. You were just trying to protect yourself. I'm sure he'll be fine."

"I know he's not a stranger to me… we were dating. We've had sex before, but… things were normal then. This wasn't the Matt I knew. The drugs were doing something to him. It was like he was an entirely different person." Maddie explained.

"Madds, it doesn't matter that you two were dating. You could be married to the fucking guy, and forcing you to have sex with him would still be wrong." Rey grasped the keys in his fist even tighter. He was putting so much pressure on the metal that his knuckles were turning white. "Wait a minute, how did you get the black eye? Did he hit you?"

Maddie nodded. It was like she could physically feel the contact his knuckles made with her cheekbone all over again, and it made her wince and touch her cheek. "I don't want to be a burden. I'm just not comfortable being around my dad, either. You know my dad drinks a lot, ever since—" she stopped, and looked thoughtful. "I can't handle his temper right now. It's way too much to deal with…"

"I know, but it's your dad. You don't think he'd actually hurt you, do you?"

"I don't know." And she really wasn't sure. She was scared. She didn't think that Matt would ever physically hurt her, and he did. Wasn't her father or any other person, for that matter, capable of doing the same thing?

Rey rubbed his temples. He was exhausted; it was already 3:35 in the morning, and he had barely gotten any sleep. "Okay, why don't we go back to the hotel we're staying at, and we can talk for a bit? We can figure out the rest later…"