Author's Note: This is my first sheamus story so i hope you like it

Disclaimer: i do not own WWE. i only own OC

So here is the first chapter!

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Stepping outside the doors of the o2 telecoms office building, I shuddered pulling my coat tighter around me as the ice cold wind wiped at my legs and ankles, silently cursing the pencil skirt I had chosen this morning. I started walking in the direction of my hotel, praying I would find a taxi rank somewhere along the way.

After walking for about five minutes I looked at my watch, seeing it was just past 8pm and already dark. Deciding to quicken my pace and walk the rest of the way to the hotel since it was only a ten minute walk at most. I began to think about the meeting I had with the corporate managers, they seemed impressed with my advertising pitch and hoped they would sign with the company. Suddenly being startled from my thoughts by a rough hard hand grabbing my wrist, gasping with shock at the contact I spun around finding myself face to face with a rough unkempt looking man.

"Get off me!" I spat forcefully pulling my wrist out of his grasp and turning to walk away.

"Ah now, that's no' nice" he slurred grabbing me again harder than before.

"Oww" I yelped, panic quickly setting in as I tried to pull my arm away again but failing. My instincts kicking in I yelled "Get your grubby mitts off me, ya fool!" my hand on his chest pushing him away.

My heart pounding so loud in my ears, I didn't hear a voice behind him until I was violently pulled forward landing hard on my hands and knees, feeling them starting to burn and sting. Moving back sitting on the ground taking the pressure off my grazed hands and knees. I looked up to see the man that intervened, my eyes taking in the sight of him noticing the intense paleness of his skin and bold red hair, the sheer size of the man made me tremble. Seeing him violently push my attacker back "Didn' ya mother teach ya to never put ya hands on a woman" he drawled in a thick Dublin accent. The smaller man scramble to his feet before running in the other direction, turning and walking over to me as I see sat there on the cold ground in shock. "Are ya alrite lass" bending down and holding his hand out for me. I took his hand for help off the floor but hissed at the contact pulling my hand back quickly. He took my hands and turned those palms up, seeing them bloody and graze he slid his hands under my arms lifting me to my feet with ease. Trembling as he lifted me I tried to steady myself and control my breathing, he brought his face level with mine looking into my eyes "its ok lass, am no' gonna hurt ya" a small comforting smile on his lips. Standing there looking into his slivery orbs I found myself sending him a small smile back "thanks for helpin me" my voice still a little shaky.

Standing there he held me by my shoulders his intense sending shivers up and down my spine " so where are you going lass cos am walking ya" he said in a tone that I knew I wouldn't argue with.

Taking a deep breath "The Clarion hotel" Looking down at my hands wishing the stinging would stop.

"Ah that's the same one I'm at" he chuckled slightly. Sliding one of his large arms around my shoulders guiding me in the direction of the hotel.

"what's ya name lass" looking down into my eyes.

"Fiona, Fiona O'Neil" I whispered feeling his eyes on me.

"Am Stephen Farrelly, nice to meet ya" his strong Dublin accent sending shivers through my body.

"So what ya doin walkin the streets of Dublin, alone in the dark" gently running his hand up and down the top of my arm.

Feeling so stupid I tried to explain "I came out of a meetin and back home in Waterford am safe enough walkin home" shaking my head. "Ah should have known better" looking down embarrassed at what happened.

"Don't worry lass, just next time take a taxi" he replied as we arrived at the hotel.

Walking through the lobby, he removed his arm from around me but stayed at my side standing there waiting for the lift. Looking down at my hands again "A ... Ah just want to say thanks for what ya did" before stepping into the lift. "Let me clean those for ya before they get infected, I have a first aid kit in ma room" holding my hands to look at them better. Guiding me out of the lift and down the hall we stood in front of his door, watching him unlocking it holding it open. I slowly walked into his room feeling uncomfortable being here, I turned to leave but he took my shoulders guiding me to sit down on the chair. Sitting there with my head down listening to him move around the room, then seeing his feet in front of me I looked up to see him kneeling down.

Watching him take things from the first aid kit and place them on the table beside the chair, taking my hands he looked into my eyes "This is gonna sting lass" as he rubbed an antiseptic wipe across one of my grazed palms, I hissed and tried to pull my hand away but he had a firm hold on it. Once he had finished with my hands I felt his eyes travel down my body, approvingly before settling his eyes on my knees, releasing my hands. Taking my ankle and resting it on his knee, his hand gently moving up my calf towards my knee sending jolts of electricity through my body at the feeling of his touch. Taking an antiseptic wipe gently drawing it across the grazed area but as I hissed at the stinging sensation, he lowered his head towards my knee blowing the graze easing the stinging. My breath hitched in my throat as I felt his breathe on my leg, his thumbs caressing the side on my knee. I began to feel my body heat up at the almost intimate touch before I could formulate a thought he stood up taking me by the wrist.

"Ya all cleaned up now lass, ah will walk ya back to ya room" walking me towards the door.

Once in the hall his hand travelled up my arm to my shoulder before moving down my back were his hand settled guiding me to my room. Stopping outside my room taking the key from my bag and unlocking the door. I turned and looked up at Stephen "thanks for ya help tonight" resting my hands on his chest. Gently one of his hands cupped my cheek before he leaned down, my breathing hitch and my eyes slid closed feeling his hot breath on my face then feeling his lips make contact with my cheek. "Night lass" he whispered in my ear before turning and walking away. Standing there a moment, watching him disappear into the lift, before turning and walking into my room. Leaning against the door I slid out of my shoes and made my way to the bed leaving a trail of my clothing along the way. Climbing into the bed I lay there thinking about the man that had come to my rescue only an hour or so ago before letting sleep take me.


Light streaming through the windows I groaned and gently rubbed my eyes, my eyes landing on the clock next to me. seeing it was 10 am I sighed getting out of the warm bed and making my way to the bathroom, turning on the shower my thoughts drifted slowly back to the man who had been my white knight last night. I chuckled lightly as I stepped into the shower, calling him a white knight with the paleness of his skin seemed so fitting. After my shower I got dressed and packed up my things getting ready to check out at noon, deciding I would leave a message for Stephen thanking him again and leaving him my number. I took a seat at the table and started to write my note, remembering hearing him mutter in Gaelic last night I wrote buíochas a ghabháil leat. Mo ridire bán... Signing my name and number. Putting on my coat and grabbing my case I took the note and went to check out, reaching the desk the clerk handed papers for me to sign. Finally finishing up everything at the desk I asked the clerk to give Stephen Farrelly the written message, as I was just about to turn and leave when I heard the clerk speak "I'm sorry miss but he has already checked out" handing me back the note. Feeling my mood plummet I walked slowly outside, taking a taxi to the train station to go back home. I couldn't help thinking would I ever see him again?

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