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(This is a companion story to one I am co-writing with Waldron82 called Saving Super Cena. Not a must read, but a good read.)

Fighting Demons of the Past

April 25,2013

Sheamus tried to keep his cool playful demeanor as he took Randy on a tour of some out-of-the-way spots of Ireland. They walked into one little eatery when he spotted someone who he was sort of glad to see, yet maybe not so much. He was torn seeing the person after so long. He wasn't sure if he wanted the guy to spot him or not as he moved Randy to one of the tables.

Of course both guys were easily recognized by people inside the place, but the fans over there tend to be more respectful of the wrestlers personal time, plus more than likely Sheamus knew at least a quarter of them in this small town. They both grabbed the menus looking them over.
"OK local boy, any suggestions?" Randy asked.
"Ye really want me to do the ordering?"
"Just don't make it anything too crazy."
Sheamus gave a wide grin even if blocked by the menu it carried in his voice. "Now would I do that to ya?"
"In a mother loving heartbeat."
"Drat…foiled…" Sheamus laughed.

"I thought I saw your sorry mug wander in here." Came a cool voice behind Sheamus that cause Randy to look up a little towards a man in a pain black hoodie that covered most of his face.
"There a problem?" Randy asked.
"Guess that depends." Started the guy.
"Finn we wish nay trouble." Sheamus answered not looking at the man behind him.
"Aye I know ye don't…yet it still has a way of finding ye don't it buddy."
"What tis it ye wish? I thought we both said our peace long ago."
"Maybe we had…but had ye made peace with yeself…that thee question…have ye been back to the old stomping grounds lately? Can ye go there without the shakes?"

"Enough…if ye only come to poke at me then leave."
"Ye can't…can ye? Does ye buddy here know of ye…know the real Sheamus?"
"He knows enough…"
"Really now." The man placed a hand on Sheamus shoulder giving him a firm squeeze. Randy narrowed his eyes at the gesture. Randy noticed the scared flesh on the guy's hand as he stood up.
"Yes really…now Sheamus is being a hell of a lot nicer then I tend to be. We came here to enjoy a nice local meal…he has already asked you to leave us alone. Now I am telling you man…back the hell off."

The man removes his hand from Sheamus' shoulder. "Don't say you haven't been warned." He turned walking away when Randy sat back down he saw Sheamus looking down the playful fire in his eyes now dimmed.
"Hey man…don't worry about him ok…"
"I just…" He swallowed a shaky breath before nodding picking up the menu.
"You with to go somewhere with better atmosphere?"
Sheamus just shook his head, if Finn was here then he knew the others weren't. Finn with his sour ramblings were the least of Sheamus' problems in this town.

"Nay it fine here…he just got sour grapes be all…he harmless."
"If you sure man…"
Sheamus nodded as the waitress came over getting their order. Sheamus kept is simple with bangers & mash along with a pint of the house tap.
"Banger & mash…that the sausage & tatters stuff right?"
Sheamus laughed. "Aye…the mash here also have peas & corn mixed all topped with a nice thick brown gravy." Sheamus licking his lips in the anticipation.
Randy gave a light smile seeing Sheamus relaxing again. The waitress returned with the two pints setting them down. Sheamus took a hold of his draining a good bit of it as Randy took a sip trying not to scrunch his face at the warm brew.

Shemaus snickered. "Ye never had a real union brew before fella?"
"Of course I have."
"Ye could of fooled me with that sour puss look."
"Ha ha, very funny."
Sheamus grew a Cheshire look when the food was brought out & they were large size servings of the vegetable filled mashed potatoes with three large sausage links topped , more like smoothed in a good coating of the thick brown grave made with the dripping of the sausage grease.

"Damn this will be a few extra gym hours." Randy groaned looking at the healthy helping of food.
"Oh will ye just calm down & enjoy for a change…ye eat enough salads to make one think ye a bloody cow."
Randy mumbled something under his breath before digging into the food. Sheamus was about to ask what he said…but he learned sometimes it is better not to poke Randy too hard on certain subjects.

He started to eat as content sounds of enjoyment passing his lips.
"Dude you sound anymore blissful I would swear you were gonna have sex with it."
"I can't help they make it here just like ma…"
"What ever man…turned on by food."
"Oh blast ya Randy."
"Maybe later Shea."
"Oh bother…ye incorrigible at times."
"But you like it."
Sheamus just rolled his eyes focusing on his food. Randy was eating as well & even if he wouldn't tell Sheamaus it was really good…even if it did mean extra time in the gym, he had to keep his appearance up for all those crazy fans.

They finished up & paid they part of the tab before heading back out. "OK so where to now tour guide?" Randy joked getting in to the passenger seat. Over there he was more than glad to let Sheamus take the wheel used to the crazy way they drove over there on the wrong side of the road.
"Hmm anything ye wish to see?"
"Well how bout where you grew up?"
Shemaus looked a little hesitant. "Um…sure…not much to see though."

They drove a short way to a neighboring town, Sheamus hit the locks as they got closer. Randy wondered why until he saw the shattered buildings lining the streets. You hear stories of the wars in Ireland, but few actually see parts of it. At least at the moment the streets themselves looked deserted, smoke coming from a few buildings as they passed. Randy at times would look at Sheamus, & he would just be looking ahead at the road, sometime his jaw set firm. Randy felt it was best not to ask anything. It was a while before the streets almost looked normal again. Houses standing untouched, people milling about the street & in shops. The pulled up to a small modest home. "They don't live 'ere anymore…but this twas me child home."
"Nice." Randy said looking out the window.

Sheamus feels a cold chill run down his spine looking in the side window. "No…no…" He whispered. Randy turned to look hearing something but wasn't sure what. Randy touched his hand & Sheamus nearly jumped from his skin.
"What is it?"
"Um…nothing…but we have a long drive back to the hotel before the show." He said in a hurried tone.
"OK man…sure." Randy moved to get comfortable in his seat before Sheamus began to drive again, trying to ignore the 4 men watching them as the car left.