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She stood there, looking forlornly in the mirror. Missy had told her that a few of the guys were crashing at their place for the night before crossing the border to Buffalo for the Armageddon Pay-Per View the next night, and she couldn't help but feel more self-conscious than she had as a Diva.

'I had hair as a Diva though...' Kaylah thought, running her hand over her head. It had been two weeks since that fateful morning when she woke up to hair on her pillow, and Missy helping to remove the rest of it.

"Hey Kayl. The guys just called; they're about twenty minutes away." Missy told her, entering the room.

She nodded distractedly, biting her lip. Without saying a word, Kaylah turned away from the mirror and went to curl up on her bed. Missy was almost immediately on the edge of the bed, sympathetic smile set in place.

"Whatch'ya thinkin'?" she asked, rubbing her friend's arm.

"How much I don't want him to see me like this. How much this sucks. How I want to be able to go back and do my job." The younger woman sighed, grabbing a pillow and hugging it to her. "I don't wanna be a burden on you anymore."

This got a small laugh from Missy. "A burden? Really, Kayl? You are my best friend, and like a sister to me. I can't think of anything else I would rather be doing than looking out for you. And if I enjoy it, how can it be a burden?"

"You enjoy looking after a needy, whiny, temperamental woman who is almost four years younger than you?"

"I put up with Megan all these years, didn't I?"

This got giggles from Kaylah as she propped herself up her elbow. "That's different. She's family."

"Just stop arguing and let me win for once."

"Fine."

"Oh my God, that actually worked..."

Kaylah got up to her knees, wrapping her arms around Missy's neck. "Just this once, bella."

Missy laughed, putting her hands on the arms wrapped around her. "I'll take it. Now let's get downstairs before the guys get here."

"'kay."

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Two lone figures sat on the couch, with everybody else having already headed off to bed. She was on his lap, with his arms wrapped securely around her and her head tucked under his chin. The television was on, and was the only source of light in the room, yet neither of them was really focused on the screen.

"There's a show next week in Toronto." He stated suddenly, breaking the comfortable silence they had been in.

"I know." was her quiet reply.

"I was kinda hoping that maybe... you'd be there..."

"But the tickets have been sold out for weeks." She knew; they had tried unsuccessfully to get tickets to the event.

"No. Well, yeah, but I mean... I want you to valet for me."

"There's... but my hair..." she said, almost in protest.

"What about it?" he asked, kissing the top of her head.

"I'll get mocked. The Divas... Barbie, and Candice, and those stupid twins, and –"

"Since when do you care what they think?"

"Since I can't beat the living Hell out of them."

"Bring Missy. If I remember correctly, she has an amazing left hook." He laughed, remembering one of the first times he had met the woman.

"I don't know..."

"Please, baby?" he begged, squeezing her gently as to not hurt her.

"I'm really -"

"Would you at least think about it? It's a Supershow..." he let himself trail off, knowing that she was stubborn as Hell, and that she wasn't going to change her mind easily.

"I'll think about it. But I promise you nothing."

"That's all I ask."

He nuzzled his head against her neck, earning a giggle for his efforts. When he raised his head, she caught his lips in a passionate kiss that he gladly returned, his hold loosening on his love as she turned, straddling his hips.

Reluctantly, he pulled away, his eyes lit up from the screen behind her head. "How about we continue this elsewhere?"

There was no arguing as she slid off his lap, offering her hand. He took his, pushing himself up off the couch, before intertwining his fingers with hers, both of them smiling widely as they headed upstairs...

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Now Kaylah will have more than one reason to kill me. This is no longer two-shot. There's one more part to this...