Disclaimer: I don't own anyone in this story :(

A/N: This is a re-write story, I kind of want to continue with it so let me know what you think. P.S. For Ainat, feel better ;)

One And Only

He has been watching her… he had always been watching her.

It wasn't like he could help it; at this point of his life his eyes would follow her as if they had a life of their own, as if an alien entity that wanted nothing but to torture his already shattered soul had taken control of his body the moment they first meet just to force his eyes to follow her.

It wasn't in him and he had no choice but to watch.

By now his clear blue orbs were trained in the arts of her, they knew when she was near and as soon as they picked up her approaching presence they would dart to her, drinking in her silhouette as she walked by.

It was a routine now, a way of life taken by circumstances that shouldn't have been. He was, he sensed and he watched; then, before he could do anything else she was gone.

She was always gone.

Dragging his fingers through his short hair, Ted forced his eyes to move away from the empty corridor she disappeared into, focusing on the wall in front of him instead, the blank, plain wall…

If truth be told, he would say that he was tired of that compulsive routine; he was tired of being the weak one, the one that always watched while she was the one who moved on, the one who kept walking as he watched.

And as much as he had tried he couldn't stop himself from doing it; he was always in the same predicament, watching as she kept going, always one step behind of her when he wanted to be one step ahead.

He wanted to be where he once was, he wanted to be his old self instead of the empty shell he was now, a carcass of a man that did nothing but watch.

So very deep into his thoughts he has been that when he realized that he was up to his feet and walking in the direction she had gone into he was a bit puzzled; but it seemed that as much as he didn't have control of his eyes he didn't have control of his legs either.

There was nothing to do, he was drawn to her; even if she had no idea her body magnetized his every cell, calling him, luring him after her.

A prisoner of his own body he had no choice on the matter, so he allowed his determined legs to carry him closer to her. In that manner, silent as a shadow he followed her, guarding his distance and watching as her graceful movements lead her towards the room that served as the Divas locker room.

While his legs moved him forward, he tilted his head a bit to the side, noticing that the reason she was unaware of everything around her was because she was engrossed with her phone, it seemed like she was texting and that gave him the opportunity to follow her without her knowledge.

It gave him the opportunity to drink from her appearance even when her back was to him. That night she had her down, cascading down her back in soft waves… and he would bet on anything that if he had the chance of running his fingers through the blonde locks he would find her hair soft and silky.

Her hips were also hypnotizing and he moved his eyes to them, watching them swing as she walked, the echo of her footsteps resonating through the corridor.

Maryse… he watched her, as he always did, but this time he did a bit more and he followed her, all the way through the corridor until she made it to her destination and closed the door, leaving him out.

As he stood there, lurking in one corner and contemplating the door he leered around, trying to spot if there was someone who could witness Ted Dibiase at his lowest, acting like a stalker… the line that kept him from being obsessive to pathetic blurring in his mind.

Luckily there was no one to see, just him and the knowledge that he had reached a low point in his life.

Taking a few steps and looking around to make sure no one was coming, he approached the door, his hand lifting to the door handle and turning it until it opened.

This too he did in silence, and it was only when he closed the door behind him that she turned around and noticed him.

"Ted? God you scared me." She said, taking a brief look at him before turning around to put her phone over a small vanity. To the third generation superstar she didn't seem scared; he didn't know what she looked like but it wasn't scared. "And what are you doing here?" She asked without turning, apparently taking more interest in investigating the contents of her purse.

Upon taking a look around and noticing that there was no one else in the room, Ted locked the door and took the steps that he needed to take to be closer; walking to her until he was right behind her. "I just wanted to see you." He said, plain and simple, fighting the urge to lift his hand and touch her hair.

But he didn't touch her, he just watched as her shoulders dropped and her head moved the sightless to the right, then she turned back to him. "We talked about this…"

"I know-" How could he forget? The conversation was like a broken disc inside his head that would go on repeat over and over again. It was enough to drive him crazy, especially when he knew every word of that conversation to be a mistake.

"Then why are you here?"

Ted bit on his lower lip, his eyes delving deep into hers. There was so much to say… he didn't even know where to start. "You look beautiful tonight."

"Ted…" She breathed out, closing her eyes as if not to lose her patience with him. "That was unprofessional and in case you forgot we are strictly professional, we work together and nothing more."

"Professional-" He snorted bitterly, pursing his lips and moving an inch closer to her. "How can you say that after all we've been through, or is it that you are the one forgetting things? I remember and I remember everything." He hissed.

At that, Maryse shook her head and opened her eyes to stare at the ceiling. "Don't do this now, Ted…"

"Don't do what? Because for the longest time I haven't done anything and I'm tired of it." He said placing both hands against the wall at each side of her. "I'm tired of watching you from afar."

Looking everywhere but to him, Maryse sighed; he didn't get why she looked so exasperated while he was feeling so desperate. "We agreed to this Ted, you even said it was for the best…"

"I was wrong." He said through clenched teeth, trying to control the feeling that was rising within him. He knew what he said, and ever since that night he has been regretting those words.

Yes he agreed to everything that was said, but to that day he didn't know why. Maybe it was because he was feeling guilty that he has been sleeping around with someone who wasn't his wife… and with one of the guys' girlfriend none the less.

Maybe he thought he could get over her; whatever it was he had been so wrong because forgetting her was impossible; time has proven to be the worse medicine.

"We were both wrong." He took her chin in his hands and forced her to look at him. In that position her face was barely below his, her eyes wild and shining into his.

"We made the right decision, you know it…"

"Are you happy with that decision? Because I'm not. I have to go by everyday watching you walk by, wanting to follow you, to notice me… and I've tried to fight it off for the longest time and I just can't."

At his words, Maryse just closed her eyes again, shaking her head as she did before. She didn't said anything so he kept on, spilling his heart out.

"I've been telling myself how this was for the best and sometimes I believe it was for the best, but then I see you and I know that there's no way I can control what I feel for you."

"Stop it, Ted." She said, her voice a soft whisper against his face.

At her words, Ted moved his hand from her chin to her cheek, enjoying the way her soft skin felt underneath his fingers. He had missed it, he had missed all of her.

While his hand remembered in touch he took a good look at her face and by the way she was chewing on her lips he could say that her walls were crumbling, thing that was good because he wanted them down.

"Why stop? I made that mistake before."

To that Maryse opened her turbulent hazel eyes to him. "I'm with Mike… I can't go through the same thing again, you know this Ted…"

"Then leave him."

Blinking, Maryse took a deep breath. Back to the time when they would sneak around to be in each other's arms he had never told her such a thing, he had hoped she would make that decision by her own but when weeks turned into months he just gave up that hope and he learned to live with the phantom of that other man behind his back. "I can't do that."

"Why not?"

He once thought that he could never leave his wife until the day he found himself asking for a divorce… but then it has been too late, by then Maryse was no longer part of his life. "You don't love him, not like you love me."

"This is not about love…"

"Damn it, Maryse." Ted grunted, punching the wall behind her. At that the blonde flinched but didn't move away and he took a deep breath to calm himself. "This has everything to do with love! For Christ sake, I have tried to come up with a thousand reasons of why I need to forget you, I invented a million ways not think about you and you say this has nothing to do with love?"

"I think it's better if you leave."

At her request, Ted took a deep breath and moved away from her, just two steps away. He thought about it… it had always been like this, she was stubborn and that was going to be the end of her, just like it has been the end of him.

Sure; he could make it without her, he just needed to pick up the pieces and move on… it would only take him a little bit of time.

But no, he didn't want that, if she didn't want to leave Mike then he could still be with her, they did it once before and everything had been fine, they had been happy…

Maybe it was an illusion of happiness but it was more than what he had now.

"I love you and I won't stop loving you just because you insist of being with him." He took a deep breath. "And what's sad is that I'm even willing to take whatever you are willing to give me." He shook his head and dragged his hand down his face. He was truly pathetic; she had made him that way.

"I can't… give you anything."

He looked back at her, taking notice that she was just standing there, chewing on her lower lip harder than before and looking back at him almost expectantly. He took in her image for a few seconds.

So that was it… there was no more for him.

Nodding, he took a step toward the door, meaning to walk out. But then he halted, turned around and walked to her. He didn't give her time, he just went to her and when he was close enough he captured her lips with his.

She didn't fight it, as soon as the contact was made she wrapped an arm around his neck and granted him entrance pass her lips.

He took what she gave, deepening the kiss and drinking on the feeling that was kissing the woman he loved. It has been such a long time and wanted to savor every second, the taste of her, to take on the way her body molded to his.

This was the way it was supposed to be, just the two of them giving in to each other.

Taking on the opportunity, he moved one hand to her hair, burying his fingers though her silky strands, pulling her even more into him. She was like he remembered; maybe even better, she was everything that he ever wanted.

He could stay like this, kissing her forever but he also wanted to reach to her very core… so pulling away from the kiss he swallowed hard and watched her.

She was with her eyes closed and her face flushed; there had been so many times that he had seen that face. "As long as I know that you feel for me as I feel for you I won't walk away, as long as your body responds to mine like this I won't let go."

"We can't do this." She said, pressing her forehead against his.

He placed a finger against her lips. "Jesus, Maryse; why do you have to be so stubborn?" He asked pulling away. She was still with her eyes closed and when his hand brushed her hair off her face she took in a shaky breath. "I love you."

At his words, Maryse shook her head and pouted her lips, if she was going to say something it got lost when he brushed his lips to hers before fully kissing her once again.

In Ted's mind, they had made a mistake by ending things but he was going to fix it… a kiss was a start and by the way she was responding he could say that it was a good start to something that shouldn't have stopped in the first place.

He was no longer going to be content with just watching her, he wanted more.

"I love you," He mumbled once more against her lips before resuming the kiss. Yes, loved her, it has never been a matter of that as it hadn't been a matter of she loving him back.

He knew her heart, he was her heart and this time he was going to do everything in his power to get back to her; only that this time he wanted her all for himself…

"Leave him." He whispered in a plead.

Maryse wrapped both arms around him and pulled closer to him. For a moment that was all she did, cling to him as if her life depended on it; but then, lowering her hands to his sides she breathed into his scent and pressed her lips to his shoulder. "Someone could come in and see us here."

"I don't care." He said, trying to find a way he could reach to her and make her understand that he was the one for her and that she needed to go back to him.

"I do care. If Mike finds out he'll… I can't, Ted, I just can't." After saying that, she pulled away from him and without giving him a chance to say something, she left.

~*TBC?*~