Title: Teacher's Pet
Author: Keeper of Oz
Summary: A routine 'Be A Star' event Stephen Farrelly (Sheamus) expects nothing more than to talk with staff and students. He never expected that it would be the beginning of a life changing education.
Disclaimer: As Always I own nothing except my OC's all characters belong to Vince McMahon and the WWE. I am but a mere fan who likes to play on their playground from time to time.
Chapter One "Back to School"
April 2012 – Auburn Hills, Michigan
Madison Elementary had been buzzing with excitement for nearly two weeks. Students, teachers, and staff alike were beyond thrilled when principal Hayes had announced that Madison had been chosen as part of WWE's 'Be A Star' campaign. All classrooms had taken part in creating welcoming banners, signs, and various pieces of art work currently covering the halls.
Elementary education was Peyton Ross' passion. She loved watching as little minds expand and grew – changing with new thoughts and possibilities. It saddened her that school bullying had reached such epic proportions. While she was not a huge fan of WWE, she respected what they were trying to accomplish with this program. Turning from the blackboard to face her class, Peyton realized that concentration was probably going to be impossible to today. She watched silently for a few minutes as her usually quiet class fidgeted in their seats – whispering among themselves. Smiling she watched as their enthusiasm became contagious. She wondered which 'superstars' would be visiting the school today. As a kid, her two brothers watched wrestling with their granddad. She fondly remembered the three of them piled into the small living room sharing a large bowl of popcorn – arguing over who Hulk Hogan would be facing next.
Gazing at the clock, Peyton, asked her students to begin cleaning up their desks and to put their books away. Giggling softly she watched as they quickly cleaned their areas in record time. Looking around the room at his classmates "were done!" shouted Tommy Adamlee.
Chuckling softly more to herself than her class Peyton responded "I see – thank you Tommy." Within a few minutes Peyton and her class were seated in the auditorium awaiting the arrival of the WWE 'superstars.'
"Good Afternoon teachers, students, and staff," greeted Principal Hayes, "we are very fortunate to have members of the WWE with us as part of their 'Be A Star" campaign. So with that said please help me welcome WWE COO Triple H to Madison Elementary." The auditorium was thunderous with applause, shouts, and an occasional whistle as Triple H made his way to the front of the room.
As she listened to Triple H speak she was grateful to the WWE for choosing her elementary school as their first "Be A Star" stop here in Michigan. As the school year drew to a close, incidents of bullying seemed to be on the rise. Peyton hoped this was just the shot in the arm, everyone needed before school ended for the summer. Glancing around the auditorium Peyton noticed him for the first time. He stood between a woman Peyton knew to be Stephanie McMahon and a very large slightly shorter man she didn't recognize. As she listened to the students asking questions of Triple H – she found that her gaze continued to wonder to the tall red haired gentleman listening intently to the students. Unlike her brothers, Peyton was not an avid fan of wrestling. Sure she knew who Triple H and Stephanie were but she didn't recognize the other two men with them. She suddenly wished she had a name to go with such a beautiful face. As she watched him, the students, staff, and other voices faded softly into muted background noise. She found herself noting even the simplest things about him; his neatly trimmed facial hair, the way his black pin-striped shirt fit nicely across his broad shoulders, the jaunty little angle of the soft cap covering what appeared to be gorgeous red hair. As she watched, she noted him smiling at something one of his two companions said. His brief smile lit his face from deep within. Whatever she had noticed before paled in comparison to his smile. As Triple H stepped aside making room for Stephanie, Peyton attempted to drag her attention back to the program. Pulling her gaze away from the handsome red head; she admonished herself 'you're a thirty-year old third grade teacher – not some young love-struck fan-girl'.
Across the room Stephen Farrelly (Sheamus) and George Murdoch (Brodus Clay) stood watching as Triple H and Stephanie talked with the students – knowing they would both have the chance to speak shortly. As Stephen surveyed the room; he couldn't help be feel as if he were being watched. At first he brushed it off to being in a room full of screaming fans all under the age of twelve. As time passed though he realized that it was more than just the students filling the auditorium. At first he couldn't quite put his finger on it. He innocently scanned the crowd once…twice…before noticing her. She was sitting among the students – a teacher he assumed. As he watched, he noticed the nervous way she kept tucking her dark hair behind her right ear. She was a tall woman – that much was obvious even though she was seated. Stephen wanted a better look. He suddenly found himself wishing the room were a little less crowded. As if someone were listening and granting wishes, she suddenly stood up and made her way towards the back of the auditorium. Although he would have preferred to see her face, he wasn't being greedy. Grateful to whoever or whatever caused her to move he watched as she walked away. Guessing he thought her to about five foot eight maybe nine. She wore her hair long dark and straight down her back. Absently he wondered if her hair was as soft and warm to the touch as it appeared. As she cleared the small crowd of students, to stand at the back of the room he noticed that she was all thick curves. Turning slightly he smiled at something Stephanie and Triple H told the students. Yet even as he tried to get his head back in the game – he continued to find himself aware of her presence. She wasn't the usual petite blondes that he normally noticed or favored; so why couldn't he stop watching her. 'I'm only watchin' her cause she's watchin' me,' he thought distractedly to himself; even as he told himself that he knew it to be a lie. He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but there was something about her that simply drew him in.
Within a few minutes, Stephanie and Triple H stepped aside giving him and the big guy the floor. As he began to talk with the students, he found his eyes wandering to the back of the room. He finally noticed her leaning against the far rear wall. Continuing to speak, he took in her black top and long crimson colored skirt. He noted that she wore glasses – glasses that added a certain mystery as they slight obscured her eye color.
Sharing the floor with Brodus took some of the pressure off Stephen. It gave him the chance to watch her a little further without drawing unwanted attention. As the crowd laughed at something the big guy said – she smiled. Her smile hit him like a sucker punch to the gut. He was suddenly more than just a little grateful that Brodus continued to speak.
As he rejoined the conversation with his co-workers and students, he noted that the event was drawing to a natural close. As a group they always hung around afterwards and talked with students and staff individually. He hoped to have to the chance to speak with his mystery woman. Wandering around the room the four of them spoke with students and staff alike, signed autographs, and posed for pictures. As he neared the rear of the room, he heard a small voice "Ms. Ross….please go with me." He turned to see his mystery lady kneeling down next to the thin small framed little girl. Holding her hand the teacher replied, "Its ok Shannon, I'm right here. We'll go talk to him together ok?" The small girl nodded in return. He watched as the young teacher stood continuing to hold her teacher's hand as they made their way towards him. As they came to stand in front of him the little girl looked up at him in awe. "You're Mr. Sheamus," she muttered with awestruck glee.
With a mischievous grin he knelt down in front of the young girl; casually looking over both shoulders he laughed "Jus' Sheamus and yeh are?" he questioned. Blushing clear to her roots, Shannon looked between Sheamus and her teacher. Kneeling closer to her, Peyton smiled squeezing her fragile hand in reassurance "This is Shannon Moore and she is a HUGE fan of yours."
Extending his hand towards the young girl he smiled "Well it's a pleasure to meet yeh Shannon. Did you enjoy yehself today?"
Awestruck that her hero was actually talking to her Shannon simply nodded with great enthusiasm. Out of the corner of her eye, Shannon noticed some of her class mates dancing with Brodus Clay. Tugging on Peyton's hand, Shannon pointed to where the other students were dancing with the big guy. Smiling she nodded, "Sure looks like their having fun. Why don't you go join them?" Turning back to Sheamus Shannon nodded "Bye Mr. Sheamus" she called over her shoulder as she rushed to join her friends. Standing Stephen laughed "The Funk-a- saurs" gets um' every time,' he murmured. Standing he smiled at Peyton.
Peyton stood watching him – she found herself swept up in the beautiful lilt of his Irish accent. Whenever her students or brothers mentioned the 'Celtic Warrior' she assumed that being for Ireland was just part of his on-screen character; now she wasn't so sure.
As she stood across from him he noted for the first time her deep milk chocolate colored eyes. "Ah man could lose his himself to those eyes,' he thought absently. As they chatted making small talk, Stephen was struck with an idea. "Ms. Ross" he began with his thick Irish brogue.
"Please Sheamus, its Peyton" she replied.
"Alright Peyton," he began loving the way her name weighed against his lips. "Please Peyton, its Stephen," he replied with a broad smile "I was jus' thinking," he murmured. I have two tickets to tonight's event. How would yeh and litl' Shannon like to be muh guests, maybe even get backstage after the show?"
Author's Note: Special thank you to NellyLove, KiwiStar, and for inspiring me to finally publish my little tale, my impressions/take on everyone's favorite Celtic Warrior. I hope that my work inspires others the way you're work has me.
This is the second wrestling Fanfic that I'm working on. My third fanfic – total. I'm probably spreading myself to thin here – trying to keep all three updated and what not. So please, please, please read and review. Let me know if this is any good – if I should continue or just move back to my previous to stories. Thanks for everything ….much love xoxoxoxoxox OZ.