Title: Unraveling the Truth
I own no one except my OC, Keagan Levy-McCarthy
I wrote a one shot awhile back entitled 'Fear Becomes Reality'. After re-reading it, I decided to take it and make it a longer story. You don't need to read it to read this, I'm just taking it a bit farther this time, that's all. Not thrilled with the title, but it works for now. Enjoy!

Prologue:

November 29, 2010

She sat quietly in the diner, sipping on her coffee, occasionally glancing at her phone, looking at the time. It was three in the morning. Three in the morning and she was trying to make a decision. She could either go home and face his wrath again or she could make a phone call. It wasn't like he'd be sleeping. Like her, he rarely ever got more than a couple hours of sleep. Sighing, she knew she couldn't go home, couldn't face the anger she knew was still boiling in her boyfriend's blood. Ex-boyfriend, she reminded herself. Just because he didn't listen didn't make that any less true. Sighing, she picked up her phone and dialed the number. It rang a few times before she heard his voice.

"Couldn't sleep either?" the voice on the other line said, making her smile a little. "What's your excuse?"

Biting her lip, she knew she couldn't tell him the exact truth, so she did what she always did in this scenario. She told a partial truth.

"I've got writer's block. I think I need to write something aside from this damn series for a bit." She replied, raking a hand over her face. "How's work?" she asked, wanting a change in subject.

"Have you been watching? I'm fucking miserable. I'm finally on Raw and I'm fucking hurt…."

"At least they've got you on commentary. You could be stuck at home doing nothing." She pointed out.

"I'd rather be home. Then I could annoy the hell out of you." He said with a little smirk. "I've got Wednesday off. What are you up to?"

She sat silent for a minute, trying to think of an excuse. Unfortunately, she was quiet for too long and Punk took it as a sign.

"That busy, huh? Good. I'm coming home and we're hanging out. We'll have a movie marathon, like old times. I'll bring the snacks; you pick out what movies you want to watch."

"Punk, I don't think-"

"Come on, Key, you've bailed out on me the past three times I've been home. I'm starting to think you don't want to see me anymore."

"It's not that, you know that…." She said in a huff, shaking her head as the waitress came by and offered to top her coffee off.

"Then what? Why don't you want to hang out?"

"It's not that I don't want to, I just….Punk, I-"

"Keagan!"

Keagan looked up and frowned as she saw him there, eyes blazing.

"Punk, I've gotta let you go. Just….I'll get back to you about Wednesday." She whispered before hanging up abruptly.

Punk frowned at the phone; if he didn't know any better, he'd think this was seven years ago when he first met her. She'd been secretive, then, too…..

6/28/03

Punk followed his best friend, Colt Cabana out of the arena they'd worked in that night, both tired and ready to head home. Punk stopped, however, when he saw a young woman sitting on a car, her long black hair hiding her face. He noticed she was on Raven's car and raised an eyebrow at that. Throwing his bag in the trunk, he told Colt to wait a minute, he was going to check on something. He slowly walked over to her, not wanting to startle the young woman. He gently tapped her shoulder, frowning at the flinch.

"Are you waiting on Raven?" he asked softly, not wanting to frighten her any more than he had.

The young woman simply nodded, still not revealing her face.

"He's still inside, talking with one of the guys. He might be awhile…."

"That's okay. I'm used to waiting on him…" she replied quietly.

He was about to reply, but there was suddenly a rumble of thunder and a clap of lightning. And, just like that, the sky opened and it started to rain.

"Of fucking course…." She muttered, lifting the hood of her sweatshirt, covering her head.

"You wanna wait in my car?" Punk suddenly blurted out, surprising them both.

"You….why?" she asked, slowly lifting her head, revealing a busted lip and a black eye.

Trying to remain calm, he shrugged.

"Figured if you know Raven, you can't be too bad. Besides, he could be awhile…"

Nodding, she got up and shouldered her bag, following him back to his car.

"I'm CM Punk, by the way." He said, opening the back door for her.

"Keagan." She replied, quickly getting in.

"We're gonna wait for Levy to come out. She's waiting on him." Punk said to Cabana as he got in the driver's seat. The other man just nodded.

"Hiya, I'm Colt Cabana." He said, offering his hand.

Keagan smiled a little, holding out her hand, but kept her face covered with her hair.

"Keagan."

"So, why are you waiting on Raven?"

"I…it's a bit of a long story. Let's just say I need some help and he said I could always come to him. Guess I'm just checking to see if that's still true…."

"How do you even know him? You two hook up or somethin'?" Colt asked, earning a scowl from Punk.

Keagan laughed at that, shaking her head.

"God no! Scott's my father."

"Are you serious?" Punk asked.

"Why would I lie about something like that?"

"Good point. Is...are you here about those bruises?"

"You're blunt, aren't you?" Keagan frowned, but nodded. "But, yeah, I got in over my head with something and…." She bit at her lower lip, hating to admit needing help.

"You mind if I ask what happened?" Punk asked softly, turning so he was facing her. "It looks like someone used you as a punching bag."

"Punk!" Colt yelled, ready to admonish him before Keagan put up a hand.

"It's okay. He's being honest. And, he's right. I-" She stopped, looking out the window, seeing Scott going to his car. "I've gotta go. Thanks for letting me wait in your car, I really appreciate it."

That said, she opened the door, grabbed her bag, hopped out and slammed it shut, running over to her father. The two Chicago natives watched as Scott embraced her and then let her in his car before it sped off.

"That was fucking weird. Let's get out of here." Colt said, resting his head back against the seat.

Punk nodded absently as he started the car and drove off, wondering what exactly had happened to the young woman….

Present:

He never did get a full explanation as to what had happened to her. All he knew was it had been done by whoever she was seeing at the time. As far as he knew, Levy didn't even know who it was. But, from the sounds of it, her problem may be back. And, if it was, Punk wasn't going to let her hide who it was. This time, he was getting answers.