A/N: Ok New Story! I've been trying to write this one for a while now but with my illness and everything else I just haven't had the time nor energy… until now!

Here it is my first proper OC story. Please let me know what you think, if you have any suggestion - feedback in general would be great! Anyway enough with my blabbering - on with the story..

R&R!

Roxxi xx

Title - Don't Forget To Breathe

Characters/Pairings: Sheamus/OC (For Now), Finlay, Randy Orton, John Cena, CM Punk, etc. There will be twists and turns so the Pairing will changes, not sure of the end result yet though.

Spoilers/Time-lines: Basically set when Sheamus first joined the WWE although my memory isn't what it used to be so I'm play loose with story-lines, ages, etc. I'll try not to confuse you too much but let me know if I do.

Disclaimer. I own nothing but any OC's and the ideas.

Rated for language. not sure where I'm going with this so could be more mature stuff later.

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.The song is Sober' by Pink

Chapter 1 - Sweet Pea

"...I don't wanna be the girl who laughs the loudest,
Or the girl who never wants to be alone,
I don't wanna be that call at four o'clock in the mornin',
'Cause I'm the only one you know in the world that won't be home..."

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1 - 2 - 3!

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(Ding Ding Ding)

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Another one down.

I smiled watching the monitor as my boyfriend had his arms raised by the referee in Victory.

I leaned back into the soft leather couch with a daft smile on my face as I let my pride take over me.

Since he arrived in ECW little over 4 months ago he had run riot throughout the brand, defeating their top superstars time and time again - basically he had stolen the show. Defeating superstar after superstar and leaving them a broken and battered mess in the squared circle. His evil side shining through for all to see, the crowd booing as he takes great delight in injuring and maiming others superstars, some might say this is not a good quality to have in a boyfriend but I've never been one to listen to what other people think and ... I've always kinda been attracted to the bad boys.

I smiled hearing the locker room door open, dragging me from my thoughts and I stood up and turned to see the tall, muscular form that was my boyfriend entering. He was dabbing at himself with a towel, sweating and panting after his match.

I shook my head and bit my lip, trying to get my mind out of the gutter... easier said than done.
He had just won his match against Shelton Benjamin at an ECW house show.
He sauntered over to me and kissed me gently on the lips.

I smiled against his kiss, looking into his emerald eyes as he wrapped his arms around me.
"I'm just going to go and take a shower. Then we'll head to the hotel OK?" He said in his thick Dublin accent.
"No problem, I'm gonna go and see if I can find my dad. Find me when you're done?" I smiled kissing him goodbye.
I watched him enter the bathroom and then turned towards the door, opening it and walking into the hallway.

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Yeah! You guessed it!

Sheamus or as I know him Stephen Farrelly, the 272 lb, 6ft 6in Celtic Warrior is my boyfriend.
We've been together since I was 17 years old. 5 years - wow how time flies.
It seems like only yesterday we were laying on his bed, watching the likes of Randy Orton, Edge & John Cena blaze their way through the WWE. Stephen saying that one day that would be him - he would be a 'Main Eventer.'

I've been there with him through every step of his career. From the early days wrestling Indy shows on the weekends and working 9-5 throughout the week, to getting his first break in IWW (Irish Whip Wrestling) to now. Where his dream - our dream has finally come true. He has finally made it to the big time, the almighty WWE.

I was immensely proud of him.

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He's not like people think he is, sure he can be arrogant and stubborn but deep down he has a soft side that usually only I get to see. When we are together he treats me like a princess, like I am the most important thing in the world.
The Sheamus everybody sees in the ring is a far cry from the Stephen I know and love. Well maybe it is a part of him but a very small, minute part.
The Stephen I know tells lame jokes (- and then laughs at them himself), makes me tea every morning without fail, has an unhealthy obsession with potato bread and sings 'Bon Jovi's 'Livin' On A Prayer' at the top of his lungs when somewhat intoxicated - which tends to be nearly every week.

Stephen is very competitive, he really wants to climb that ladder and get to the top of his profession. He wants to be the best that he can be and to be honest, I can understand that. Besides he's never ever done anything to hurt me although our arguments are explosive.
And… I find that wicked streak extremely sexy.

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I walked down the long hallway heading straight for catering, that's where I could usually find my father.
I walked into the catering hall, which wasn't too crowded for this time of the evening. It wasn't long before I spotted dear old dad munching away on some onion rings and chatting to a few other superstars. I rolled my eyes as I made my way over.

"Is there anything you won't eat?" I laughed getting his attention

"Ah Roxanne, you should know me by now, all that fighting gives a man a hunger." He turned to look up at me and chuckled

"Yeah? Well, slow down big fella, you eat any more and they'll be calling you 'Fat Finlay'."

"Ok, Ok I get your point love. So where's 'The Ginger Ninja'?" He asked, his voice dropping with the last sentence.

I rolled my eyes and gave him a glare.

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My dad, Dave Finlay always had a problem with Stephen.
Maybe it was because he was 10 years older than me, or he was a wrestler or maybe it was the fact that Stephen was bigger than dad or maybe he was just your run of the mill over protective father… who knows?
But one thing is for certain the feeling was definitely mutual.
Stephen did not like my dad either. They would constantly glare at each other, grunt, and try to one up the other. It could become extremely annoying at times. I often felt like the piggy in the middle

"Stephen's just having a quick shower so I thought I'd pop in and say hello to you before we head back to the hotel." I replied.

Dad nodded and pulled out the seat beside him so I sat down.
"Sweetheart this is Jay (Christian), John (Morrison) and you remember Phil (CM Punk). Guys this beautiful girl here is my daughter Roxanne." I smiled at them.

Punk grinned, I cringed, knowing what was coming.
"Roxanne... put on the red light!" Punk sang, I rolled my eyes, suppressing a laugh.

I'd met Phil a few years before when I travelled with my dad. We'd become good friends, he was so sweet and extremely funny - he'd always crack me up.

John Morrison looked me up and down, making eye contract he gave me a strange look.
"Um... yes?" I frowned.
"Sorry but... the way Dave talks about his 'baby girl' I thought you'd be younger." Noticing my eyebrow raise he quickly added "Not that you're old or anything... eh... you know what I mean right?"I laughed and nodded.

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Obviously 'Daddy Dearest' had been talking about me, this was not unusual. I knew exactly what Morrison meant. I was my father's only child, his 'Pride & Joy' as he would say. I don't think he's ever stopped thinking of me as that energetic little 7 year old girl.

He raised me by himself, my mother died when I was 5 so from then on it was just the two of us. At first his parents, my grandparents looked after me in Belfast while he was working but I guess he felt guilty leaving me behind especially after losing my mother so he stopped working away as much and took me on the road with him when I wasn't as school. When he moved to the States permanently naturally he wanted me to come too but I was doing good at school and we decided that I'd stay with my grandparents until I was done, then move over. It's just as well I stayed or else I would not have been in that park, I might not have met my Stephen.

"...I don't wanna be the girl that has to fill the silence
The quiet scares me 'cause it screams the truth
Please don't tell me that we had that conversation
'Cause I won't remember, save your breath
'Cause what's the use?..."

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Maybe I should introduce myself.
My name is Roxanne Finlay.
Roxxi, preferably, if you want to keep your face intact.

I have long red hair, not natural. I'm a natural blonde thanks to my father's genes but my favourite colour is red. I also have the Finlay blue eyes.
I'm 5'7 and I'm about average build. Average chest but rather annoyingly 'child bearing' hips as my friends tease.
I am the 22 year old daughter of Dave 'Fit' Finlay.
And of course girlfriend to one extremely sexy 'Celtic Warrior'!

I'm a Punk Rock loving girl. I've got a few piercings & tattoos too. A labret piercing in my lip, eyebrow, my ears 3 times each side. Although I don't usually wear them all at the same time.
My tattoos, my dad really hates. Typical father. I have 'Fallen Angel Wings' on my shoulder blades, 'Faith' in script across my left wrist, a bar code on my right wrist (It's actually the bar code for Coca Cola, as I'm crazy addicted.) and two rose's one on each hip. The one on my left hip trailing in the shape of an 'S'. Obviously for Stephen.

I'm a mixed bag when it comes to personality. I'm pretty dry witted with a dark, sarcastic sense of humour and an unhealthy love of Puns. To others I can come across as rude sometimes, I don't mean to be, it's just not everyone gets my humour.

On the outside I come across as confident and outgoing, I'm always laughing and telling jokes but deep down I'm the opposite. I'm quite shy, I find it hard to be myself completely around people, to let the vulnerable side show. The only person I can do that with is Stephen. He makes me feel safe, secure, like no matter what happens I'm protected with him.

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I chatted with dad and the guys for about 15 minutes before I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned around and saw the face of Stephen smiling down at me.
He bent down and kissed me sweetly on the cheek before greeting his fellow wrestlers around the table with a simple nod.

To say Stephen was the quiet type would be stating the obvious.

"Well guys it was nice to meet you all. Dad we're gonna head back to the hotel now. I'll talk to you later." I smiled and kissed my dad goodbye.
Stephen nodded at my dad as they both glared at each other.

5 years… 5 years and the two of them still could not manage to be in the same room together without a fight for dominance.

Men!

"...Ah, the night is callin'
And it whispers to me softly, "Come and play"
But I, I am fallin'
And if I let myself go I'm the only one to blame..."

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Arriving at the hotel we made little work of retrieving our room key from reception and making our way through the packed lobby to the elevators.
Waiting for the elevators Stephen threw an arm around my shoulders and pulled me to lean against him.
I rested my head on his chest and looked up into his emerald eyes and gave a small smile.
I was so tired, I'd flown in from Belfast 2 days previously so my body was still running on Ireland time.
He kissed me on the head and I closed my eyes as he ran his hand soothingly up and down my bare arm.

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(Ding)

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The elevator doors opened as we lifted our bags and stepped in standing at the back corner, still against his chest with his arm around me.

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I felt so safe, I swear I could have drifted off there and then.

"Everything Ok Sweet Pea?" Stephen asked, using his affectionate nickname for me.

"Mm hmm, tired." I replied still against his chest not opening my eyes.

I felt him squeeze my shoulder as I leaned deeper into his frame.

"...I'm safe up high, nothing can touch me
But why do I feel this party's over?
No pain inside, you're my protection
But how do I feel this good sober?..."

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When we got to the room, I quickly kicked open the door, threw my bags on the floor and fell onto the bed exhausted.

I'd been awake since 3 am and now at 12.36am I was completely shattered. Stephen lay down beside me and yawned loudly.

Eyes still closed I rolled over and threw my arm across his waist, burying my head in his muscular chest.
I sighed contently, the safety I felt just feeling him close to me made me feel completely at ease.
Like if the world were to end right now, I'd be perfectly protected laying in his arms. It was a wonderful feeling.
I gave a loud, dragged out yawn.

It had been a long, long day and tomorrow we were flying to Stamford to the WWE head offices to speak to Mr. McMahon.
I had a good feeling about the meeting, I knew Stephen was bound to have impressed him with his in-ring abilities, and I was hoping he was maybe getting moved up the ladder to Smackdown.

As I was drifting off to sleep, still fully dressed I was imagining all the good that could come of Stephen getting the push to Smackdown.
Working away at achieving his goal of one day becoming a 'Main Event Player.'

Yes, tomorrow would be an interesting day to say the least.

A/N: I know its not a great chapter but I had to get as much background info in as I could. Let me know what you think. R&R Folks!

Roxxi xx