Chapter 2 is up! Sheamus is such a sweetie in this. Sweet Sheamus! Enjoy!


Lying on her bed with her iPod blaring, Cailin was reading the latest WWE magazine. Skimming through it, she found pictures of Stephen in various segments of the magazine.

"He should be on the cover, though," Cailin thought to herself. It bothered her that even though her brother was WWE Champion twice, he still wasn't getting the credit she thought he deserved. She imagined Stephen on the front cover of WWE Magazine, what he would look like, what kind of questions they would ask him. Hopefully some questions about his wrestling and his family instead of his skin colour and the like…

Read the words that are written in my face/Oh I believe, Oh I believe

Cailin jumped half a mile when her brother's theme song blared in her ear and brought her attention back.

"Christ!" she exclaimed. She stopped for a moment. A sign?

"Surely not" she thought, shaking her head. She turned it down a tad and kept reading. She obviously didn't turn it down enough because her door was ever so slowly creaking open. She couldn't see or hear Stephen tiptoe into her room. He slowly started creeping up to her, fingers held out like claws, wriggling, a smirk forming on his face. He got closer, and closer, and closer. Cailin was still away with the fairies so he wasn't worried about being spotted.

"Oh, oh!" Cailin shouted part of Stephen's entrance theme, causing him to jump half a mile.

"Christ!" he exclaimed, laughing to himself. He eased his hands closer to her sides, snickering. Bringing them back slightly, he widened his eyes and smile and…

"GOTCHA!" He grabbed her sides causing Cailin to jump with fright, scream and laugh, all at the same time. She looked at him.

"You scared me!" she laughed.

"Well, that was the plan," Stephen replied laughing. He laid on the bed next to her. "Whatcha doin'?" he asked.

"Hm, just readin' a magazine." Cailin replied. "You feelin' alright now?"

"Yeah, how long was I asleep?" Stephen asked.

"About, 5 hours I think. You must have been tired!" Cailin exclaimed, putting her magazine down.

"Yeah, just a bit." Stephen smiled. Cailin gave him a confused look.

"What?" she asked. His smile widened. "What?" She laughed.

"Did yeh really miss me?" Stephen asked, pulling her into an affectionate hug. "Cause I missed you a lot." Cailin smiled, then frowned.

"No." She didn't look at him. Stephen looked confused.

"What?" he asked.

"I said, no. I didn't miss you." Cailin replied, still avoiding eye contact.

"But, downstairs, you said-"

"I lied, okay?" She shook her head. "Sucker," she thought, fighting the smirk trying to crawl onto her face.

"So, you REALLY didn't miss me? Not one little bit?" Stephen asked.

"Nope!" Cailin broke out of his grip, crawled down and lay her head down at the foot of her bed, lying on her tummy, her legs resting beside Stephen.

"She's lyin'." he thought to himself. Then, a smirk crawled across his face. He scooted down the bed and sat next to her on her right hand side. He took his hand and traced his finger up and down and around her back, shoulders and neck. Cailin squirmed, giggling.

"Are you lyin' teh me?" Stephen asked.

"No," Cailin replied, trying to fight the giggles. Stephen knew that she was possibly the most ticklish girl in the world and he was not going to stop until he got the truth from her.

"LIES!" he screamed, tickling her. Cailin screamed and started laughing as he poked and tickled her sides. She tried to pry his hands away but every time she tried he would just keep going.

"No! No Stephen, stop! Stop it!" She pleaded between giggles and breaths. Squirming and kicking, she somehow ended up on her back. Stephen laughed wickedly and he continued the torture on his little sister, her giggling and pleading making him laugh along.

"She has the cutest giggle," he thought smiling. Poor Cailin's scrunched up face and body looked so funny he couldn't help but laugh. She screamed before admitting the truth.

"Okay! Okay, I missed you! I missed you! I missed you!" Stephen stopped the tickles and leaned over her, his hands beside her head. He laughed in succession.

"I missed you." Cailin repeated, smiling.

"That's good teh hear. You won't lie teh me again, will yeh?" Cailin shook her head. Stephen laughed and ruffled her hair.

"So, are yeh ready for that debate?" Stephen asked.

"You're on." Cailin replied as Stephen let her up. She sat facing him. "Okay, you start."

"Well, I missed you more than any WWE title that could grace my glorious, drool worthy waist," he grinned. Cailin scoffed.

"That's nothin'! I missed you more than you miss your SPF Gazillion!"

"Ooh. Good one." Stephen thought for a while. "Okay, uh..um..no, I can't top that." Cailin laughed.

"Ha, fear dúr," she laughed. Stephen raised one eyebrow.

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me. Fear dúr." Cailin smiled. Stephen leaned in closer to her face.

"I dare yeh teh say that again," he growled in a deep voice. Cailin looked him square in the eyes.

"You don't scare me." She grinned. "Fear dúr." She giggled as Stephen stared at her. Then without warning he leapt forward, grabbed her, pulled her to him and gripped her tightly. She tried wriggling from his grip, but he was too strong.

"I warned yeh, didn't I? Huh?" he laughed, Cailin still wriggling and giggling.

"Stephan, no I'm sorry! I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" She couldn't control her giggling. She knew what was coming; all she could do was take it.

"Now yeh gonna get it," Stephen threatened as his fingers started to tickle. Cailin suddenly started to thrash and kick, wriggling to try to free herself from Stephen's tightly gripped tree trunk arms and tickly hands. But it was no use. She quickly gave in, screaming and laughing, thrashing, squirming and kicking.

"No! Okay, I'm sorry! I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'M SORRYYYYYYY-HY-HYYYY!" She screamed, pleading for him to stop before she wet herself. Stephen laughed and let go of his sister. She quickly crawled away from him, afraid of another round of torture. Stephen raised his eyebrows, laughing. Cailin curled up into a ball.

"It's not funny," she said, her voice muffled.

"Oh, Tá brón orm," he laughed and soothed, stroking her arm. She sat up and looked at him.

"But seriously," she said, going back to their debate. "I really did miss you. So much. I had no one to talk to, and nothing to do. And I missed all the things we used to do together. I missed how you used to pick me up from school, I missed how you used to watch Father Ted with me, I missed how I used to beat your arse at cards, I missed how you used to pick me up and spin me around, I missed our kitchen disasters, I missed our trampoline wrestling, I missed how you used to tickle me when I was upset, I-" Her words suddenly broke off, she paused and then she started to cry. She hung her head and sobbed.

"Oh, amháin milis," he soothed as he scooped her up and held her close, running his fingers up and down her back slowly and gently. Hearing her crying softly, he held her a little tighter.

"Oh, sweet'eart. Tá sé ceart go leor, ná caoin," he soothed again, brushing the backs of his fingers across her wet cheeks. It was moments like these that reminded Cailin just how lucky she was to have such a close relationship with her brother. Someone to give you a hug and a kiss and to let her know that everything was going to be okay. She missed those moments with him. He gave her a kiss on the forehead and he felt her body wrack with sobs. He gave her a quick tight squeeze and directed her face up to his with his fingers.

"You really did miss me, didn'tche?" Cailin nodded, trying to catch her breath by breathing heavily. Stephen gave her a little smile before adding, "I think its fair teh say you won." She laughed and wiped her eyes with the sleeve of her hoodie. As she moved her arm, Stephen quickly went in and gave her an eskimo kiss, Cailin giggled and joined in. Stephen smiled and pulled her in for one last hug. Cailin rested her head on her brother's chest, her head moving up and down with each of his deep breaths.

"Stephen?"

"Yeah?" Cailin sighed.

"I'm really glad you're home." She looked up at him and smiled. He smiled back.

"Me too, beag amháin." He gave her another kiss on her forehead and rocked her slowly. "Me too."


Isn't he adorable? :-)

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