Chapter 1

The man known as Ricochet saw the dark-haired woman staring at something up on the ceiling. It wouldn't have been weird, had it been the fact that she was laying out on a gear crate in the back of the arena. A cane rested against the crate but her hands were clasped over her chest in a pseudo-dead man style position.

"Ma'am," he said, his southern drawl coming out of nowhere. "Are you okay?"

"Uh huh, never better. Aside from losing my leg that is." She said but still not moving.

He glanced down towards her shoes. She wore black capri pants, but the obvious prosthetic leg fit in a shoe was noticeable.

She took a deep breath and then let it out slowly. "How long does it take a man to change out of ring gear? I've been waiting here for over twenty minutes."

"Who are you waiting for?"

"My brother." She sat up.

His eyes took her in. She had dark hair, blue eyes, a lanyard with an ID card on it that read Abigail Rotunda.

"Sister Abigail?" Ricochet asked, still unsure if he was reading the ID correctly.

She shrugged. "Yeah, I guess I am. Though that brother isn't here, I'm talking about my B rated brother. Anyway, seen him or the other guy around?"

"They're still in the locker room. Do you want me to go get them?"

She shook her head, which made her two sets of dog tags jingle a bit. "No, that's fine. I'm just so damn bored. I know that Taylor wants to leave straight away but I just want to sleep."

He rubbed the back of his bald head. "Can I ask you a question?"

"If it's about how I lost my leg, I can't discuss it. I'll be arrested for treason." She threaded her fingers together.

"Why Sister Abigail?"

She didn't answer. Her face soured as she looked beyond his shoulder. Walking down the hall with Charlie, one of the interviewers, was Jojo the ring announcer. The darker skinned woman saw Abigail and her steps quickened. She didn't even bother to say bye or anything, Charlie looked confused as Jojo made for the back exit that other superstars had exited out of.

"It was a tribute for me. After going into the marines, one of the first active-duty women to do so, Windham wanted to do a tribute to me." Abigail said. "I didn't mind, at least because Sister Abigail became my call name on the field."

"Well, let me be the one to say thank you for your service."

She smiled. "You and Balor have been the only ones to do that."

"Finn's thanked you but no one else?"

"No one's bothered to talk to me. I met Finn during his feud with Bray Wyatt during his early time in the company, back when I was still in the military."

"Have you seen Finn lately?"

"Yeah, earlier. He, as before, was nice as ever. I haven't seen any of the Shield guys yet. Like Finn, they were respectful of me."

"We've been talking and I forgot to mention my name. I'm Trevor Mann." He stuck his hand out. "I'm..."

"Ricochet, I'm not that stupid when it comes to this business. Anytime I come back to Florida I go to see a show of NXT. You were good. Really good." She took his hand in the firmest handshake that a woman had ever given him.

The grin appeared faster than lightning. "Thanks."

"I'm not just saying it to be nice. Some of your best stuff has been muted since moving up, from what I saw. And not to sound creepy, I've seen you a few times on the indies."

"What? Really? Where?"

She laughed. "NJPW, I was stationed over in Japan for about a year. Out of boredom, a few other soldiers and I would go to see the shows. You were awesome over there. Did you have to clip your wings to get here?"

"Sort of. But what I set myself up in the Indies got me the push that I needed to get here. It's been a dream come true."

"You made it up to the main roster faster than Finn did. I guess the company is now into taking chances with their performers." She slid off the box and nearly fell over.

Ricochet caught her. Her hands rested on his shoulders, his hands felt the curve of her hip as she glanced up at his face. Though she was only a few inches shorter than he was, not even being five foot nine, she still looked at him.

"Sorry, I'm still getting used to my new foot." She said.

"No need to be sorry." He smiled. "I'm not used to having to catch women who try to fall at my feet."

"Oh, that was original." She pushed back on his shoulders, forcing him back. She had some strength in what she did. "And I didn't try to fall at your feet."

"Sure seemed like it."

"Sure seems like you're cute." A bit of pink flared across her cheeks.

For a moment they looked at each other before they both started laughing. She leaned against the crate she had been laying on and grabbed her cane.

"Abigail." The guy known as Bo Dallas said upon approach.

"Took you long enough. Thank goodness I had a good looking man to keep me company." She flashed him a smile.

"Abigail," Bo said in a tone that didn't sound right; like he was scolding her or something.

"Oh come on, can't a gimp have some fun?"

"You're supposed to be taking it easy."

"I am. He's just easy on the eyes." She grasped her can in both hands. "But unlike some people, who are younger than me might I add..."

"Hate to burst your bubble he's younger than you as well," Bo said as he crossed his arms.

She outright laughed. "He's still older than you."

"This conversation just got weird." Ricochet said.

"We need to get going anyway. Curtis is coming with us to the house show."

Abigail sighed before she turned to Ricochet. "It was nice meeting you, Ricochet. Or do you prefer your proper name?"

"Ricochet, it's been with me since I was a kid. I'll see you around, though, right?"

"I'll be on the road for a few weeks." She nodded.

Ricochet watched Abigail leave. She limped but that was due to her obviously new prosthetic leg she was fitted with. She glanced back at him and waved before exiting the building.

"I see you met the infamous Sister Abigail." Ricochet turned to look at Finn Balor.

"Yeah, and her protective younger brother didn't like the flirting we had going on."

The recent Intercontinental champion laughed. "They were always protective of their sisters. But Abigail can maintain herself. You didn't ask her how she lost her leg did you?"

"No, she warned me not to."

"Vince asked her, that's why. Almost bombarded her with questions. She's a hero, though. I respect her for that."

Finn Balor would know, especially from what Abigail told Ricochet about her experiences with the man.

"So she flirted with you?" Finn asked.

"Yeah, is that a problem?"

"She was married once."

"What?" Ricochet took a step back. "Let me guess, she cheated on him?"

"No, I met him a few years back. Marine like her. He perished in a firefight in Afghanistan. I think it was a bomb or something."

There had been something like that a few years ago, around the time of the Sister Abigail storyline. At least that was what he had remembered. The Rotunda family had personal issues going on but Ricochet didn't hear much about it since he was still on the Indy scene at that point.

"She must be ready to move on, considering she didn't try anything with me when we met earlier." Finn adjusted his backpack on his shoulder. "Ready?"

"Yeah, let's go." Taking his own backpack, Ricochet followed the other superstar.

I just wanted to write a Ricochet fic because he's so darn good. Hope you liked it.