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Author's Note: Okay, I went to WWE Smackdown for the first time yesterday, and I somehow started to like Heath Slater when I didn't before. I always loved Justin Gabriel, and I've wanted to write a story for a while now. I was listening to "No Surprise" from Daughtry earlier and had an idea, lol. It's not what I originally planned, but I think it could be really interesting to write and all. I've never written any of them, including Wade who is also important in this, so, lol. Also, I'm just not using real names in this because it's easier to write. ... and that's all I have to say, so... lol. Enjoy!

Elizabeth hated all the stares she got as she walked around backstage. Every person who knew her ex stared at her: it was her fault he ended up injured. A rough push sent her into the wall and she cowered when a large, British frame growled. "You," he said, his accent, usually charming, suddenly terrifying. "What do you think you're doing back here?"

She swallowed, unable to answer.

He grabbed her roughly on the chin and forced her eyes into his. A deep and scary hate danced around in them. "Your life is now hell to pay, bitch." He let her chin go and stalked away, a few of his followers trailing after him. One of them caught her eye and smiled sadly, as he was the only one who didn't seem to hate her. He motioned at something and she realized it was a phone. You text me, he mouthed.

"Slater!" Barrett snapped, and the redhead bounded away.

Liz looked down at her phone with trembling fingers. It wasn't even kayfabe. It was real. Everyone hated her. All she ever wanted was adventure in her life, and she wasn't ready to settle down like he was… she never meant for him to really get hurt. And now some said they didn't think he'd ever be the same anymore, possible permanent damage. It was all her fault and she felt sick for that reason.

She texted Slater with a few tears rolling down her face. Any news?

A few minutes later, she had a reply for him. I'm heading for the hospital now. Wanna come?

She snorted. If Wade saw her with the redhead, his life and hers would be ruined. As if hers wasn't already. No, it's okay. I don't even belong there anyway… if he could, he'd hate me…

You know he wouldn't, Liz.

She smiled weakly. Of course he wouldn't. Justin Gabriel was one of the nicest people she ever met… and she was the reason he'd probably never wrestle ever again. If she would've known this, she wouldn't have broken up with him. Maybe if just stayed for a while longer, he'd be okay… he'd not be on a ventilator that was breathing for him, keeping him alive … barely.

Last she did hear, there was possible brain damage. If he woke up, they'd know more. She watched it happen on the monitor… she felt her heart almost stop when he fell. He always did stop before he did the 450 splash, but this time, his foot slipped. He tumbled forward, even though one of the guys tried to stop him, and hit the apron. And everyone did know the apron is the hardest part of the ring.

All she remembered after was trying to run toward the ring and all the other talent holding her back. And then she remembered the ambulance and the stare that Wade Barrett gave her. She remembered Otunga pushing her aside. She remembered so many tears, and one of the divas trying to console her, but she didn't care. Somehow, she managed to drive to the hospital. It was Wade's fault she couldn't see him. He told a few of the nurses she wasn't allowed. She saw his motionless body once though and it nearly killed her. It was all her fault.

"Liz."

She cursed when she saw him walking toward her. "Come with me," he pleaded.

"I can't," she whispered. "What are you even doing? If Wade sees you talking to me, he'll … I don't know what he'll do, but it won't be good."

"I don't care." He stepped forward. "I know you and Justin maybe didn't work, but I know you love him and you want to see him, and if he could say it, he'd want to see you… don't let Wade stop you. He's just a moron."

Liz breathed in slowly. Of course she wanted to see Justin. And yes, she definitely loved Justin but she didn't want Wade to ruin her life. And he would. He was really good at doing stuff like that. She remembered when he was training down in FCW. When she was a ring announcer and nothing more. When he didn't get his way, he was an asshole. And if he wanted to ruin someone, he would. He could also be one of the nicest guys if he liked you… it was just Wade.

"Liz…"

Liz smiled weakly and stepped away. "Maybe when everything is less crazy… I don't want anything to ruin his recovery."

"Liz!"

"Lizzie," he teased, pushing her forward. His smile was so addicting and perfect, she couldn't help but laugh when he smiled at her. She left and walked into the other room for a second to get her make up bag. "Oh, Lizzie, Lizzie, Lizzie." Don't get her started on his accent… talk about damn perfection. "Where did my little Lizzie go?"

"You're so charming," she laughed, walking into the hotel room. "Morning."

"Morning," he agreed, sitting up on the bed. He motioned where the bed was, and she walked over, welcoming his touch. He kissed her on the forehead, always an easy romantic and whispered he loved her in his ear. It was all so… so, perfect. So much anyone would want. Inside, while she smiled on the outside, she was yelling. She didn't want this perfect, storybook romance. She wanted adventure. Someone who would take her places and keep her on her feet all the time. She didn't want elegant restaurants and warm sand between her toes… she could have that anytime she wanted. She was only twenty four. Why settle down so young? And why was he?

"Lizzie?"

He was only allowed to call her Lizzie. Anyone else was punched. "Sorry," she laughed. "What's up?"

"I was asking you if you wanted to see that new romantic comedy tonight after the show." He offered one of his cute smiles. "I feel as if we haven't done anything recently."

Does mind numbing sex count? she wondered. If it was one thing they were good at, it was sex. It was one of the few times she loved her relationship with Justin. He was a good man in bed, and she didn't envy anyone else's life.

"Okay." A movie… why… so … dull, she thought and then sighed.

My first WWE story in a while, lol. REVIEW.