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I sat down a few days ago and planned out this entire fic, so I now know exactly what is going to happen with it. I'm not going to give away too much, all I can say is that it isn't going to be too long... and there is going to be a hell of a lot of drama.

Anyway, here comes the second one, and the drama starts here. I hope you all enjoy and please don't forget to leave feedback!

Chapter 2 – Hurt

"Pierre?" I squealed, not being able to hide my delight as I bounded out the room and into his arms, grinning from ear to ear as he hugged me back tightly. After finally pulling away I led him back into the locker room, frowning as I closed the door behind us and span to face him. "It's not that I'm not happy to see you, but what the hell are you doing here?"

"Not one for pleasantries, are we Ella?" Pierre asked with an amused smile as he took off his extremely expensive coat and draped it over the back of the sofa before he took a seat. He crossed his legs, resting his hands on top of his knees before he turned to look at me again. "I was in town for a day or so dealing with a few problems, and when I heard you were here too I couldn't possibly leave without calling in and seeing how you were."

I shook my head with a small smile as I walked over and took a seat beside him. The last time I had seen Pierre was just over a week ago at the wedding, but it truly felt like a lifetime ago already. I was more than grateful that he'd taken time out to find me, being with one of my best friends right now was exactly what I needed.

"I'm good," I nodded, my eyes on the television as I searched for the remote. As much as I wanted to watch Randy wrestling, I knew if I left it switched on I'd be far too distracted by my half naked husband to talk to Pierre. I turned it off with a small sigh before I manoeuvred myself to face the man beside me.

"Just good?" He picked up on my words straight away, his perfectly waxed eyebrow rising my way. "With a hunk of a man like that, I thought you'd have been on cloud nine."

"Oh believe me, it's nothing to do with Randy," I shook my head quickly, my eyes wide. How could he ever think I wasn't happy because of him? After everything I'd gone through to get him, I don't think I could ever not be happy. "Randy, he's... he's perfect, Pierre. I couldn't ask for anything more from him."

"Then what's bothering you, princess?" He cooed, moving closer and placing his hand on my arm.

"I don't know," I shrugged lamely, not really knowing why I was feeling glum myself. "I guess I just wish I didn't have to be here, that's all. Don't get me wrong, I love being able to be so close to Randy every day, and it's not that I don't like what I have to do here... I just can't say I enjoy who I have to do it for. Plus, the honeymoon was absolutely amazing, I just wish we could go back and stay there for good."

"Well my darling, the offer for you to work for Elle will always be open if you change your mind," He smiled at me lightly.

I bit down on my lip, hearing the same words that he had said to me at least a dozen times since I had turned him down the first time. If the offer was under different circumstances, then I'd have taken it in a heartbeat... but that wasn't going to happen now, not with Randy by my side. I just hoped more than anything that he wasn't around when Pierre decided to ask me again.

"You know that won't happen," I shook my head, smiling his way before I moved forward and hugged him tightly, "Thank you, though. I love that you care so much Pierre."

"I'm only doing my job," He added, as he pulled away, his eyes finding my own, "Are you going to be okay?"

"Of course. Things will be fine again when I get back into the swing of things," I nodded, sending him a reassuring smile for both my own and his purposes.

"Alright, well you know I'm only a phone call away if you need to talk," Pierre added, and I nodded and smiled gratefully. He was such an amazing guy, I really had no idea how I managed with all of my crazy problems before he came into my life. "So, the honeymoon was amazing? Or Randy was amazing?"

My eye's shot to Pierre's face, and as a knowing smirk grew across his lips I couldn't help myself from bursting out with laughter. Yet another thing I loved about this man was that he was as gay as they come, and proud of it. He really didn't give two hoots what other's thought of his sexuality, which made him all the more special to me.

And not to mention he had the complete hots for Randy.

"Oh, amazing isn't the word," I managed to say after calming myself down, smirking back.

"I am beyond jealous of you, my little blonde friend," Pierre glared, making me giggle once again... although it did make me feel slightly bad.

Pierre seemed to have the same problem as I did when it came to guys. Falling for the wrong ones. It wasn't that he had bad, crazy ass relationships like I had... instead, he just never found the right guy because all the ones he seemed to fall for were straight.

"Speaking of, are any of your charming man's friends available? I have to admit, after meeting Randy he's definitely opened my eyes to the world of wrestling."

"Your eyes or something else?" I asked, and he shot me a glare that told me the answer. I struggled to hold in my laughter once again, coughing a few times before I spoke again. "Okay, let me think..."

I pulled a face, trying to work out if any of the men played for the other team, or were at least single. Who knew, maybe one of them was open to both sexes?

"I really don't know, Pierre. From the top of my head I can't think of anyone, but I'm not really the person to ask. Maybe you should bring it up with Randy, he'll know more about the guys than I do," I shrugged his way.

"Ahh yes, he is quite the good Samaritan these days..."

My face scrunched up in confusion as I looked his way, wondering what he was talking about. Randy, the good Samaritan? Don't get me wrong, he was much improved on the guy that he used to be, and I wouldn't have him any other way now... but I wouldn't take it that far.

"Huh? What do you mean by that?"

"Ahh, he hasn't told you about this yet?" He raised an eyebrow again, and I shook my head, wondering what the hell he was talking about. What was going on? "Oops, maybe I should wait until he gets back from his match then..."

"No, no way," I quickly added. It wasn't long until Randy's match would be over with, minutes, in fact, but I needed to know what was going on now. I had never been one for secrets, not when I'd had to keep my own for so long. "What's going on Pierre? Is everything okay?"

"Of course it is, sweetie, don't worry about anything, it's nothing like that. It's something great, actually," He smiled my way, placing a calming hand on my shoulder. "I suppose I should tell you then, as long as you stand in if Randal is annoyed."

"Sure," I rolled my eyes, knowing that Pierre was over-reacting. Randy wouldn't get annoyed with Pierre... how could anyone ever be annoyed with him? He was way too nice a guy.

"Okay, well seeing as I knew I'd be meeting up with you today I thought I'd give you these while I was here."

Pierre began to fish through his coat pocket, both of us silent for a few moments before he finally pulled out two pieces of card and held them out to me. I frowned as I looked down, my eyes ever so slightly growing wider as I read the words written on them.

"I, umm... are you serious?" I took the cards away from him, a smile spreading across my lips as I read New York Fashion Week which was going to take place in a month over and over again. This was perhaps the biggest fashion show of the entire year... and I had tickets?

"Yes, I'm serious. Elle are going to be there so I was able to get a number of tickets for guests, at a price, of course."

"What? You paid for me to go?" My head shot up and I began to shake it back and forth. "No, Pierre, that's too much. I can't ask for you to..."

"You didn't let me finish, darling," He interrupted, smiling my way knowingly. "I didn't pay for them. Randy did. One ticket for you, one for him."

"But... how?"

"At your wedding, do you remember when you were dancing with your father and Randy and I were talking?" He paused and I nodded, smiling at the memory and how happy it had made me to see them getting along so well. "Well you see, he must have been reading up on the fashion world because he said he'd heard there was a huge show coming up and he wanted you to be there. He said that you didn't mention it to him much, but he knew you missed your old job. He also said that he wanted you to still have a part of what you love in your life, and that he wanted to be there to share it with you."

I could feel the tears brimming my eyes at Pierre's words, and I quickly sniffled, trying to stop myself from looking like a crazy person... but I was just so happy. I still couldn't get my head around the fact that I was married to Randy now, never mind that he was the most amazing and perfect guy there was for doing something like that for me.

"It must have cost so much," I sighed, wiping my eyes as I looked back up and frowned at my friend.

"Hmm, an arm and a leg," He added, amused, but his smirk quickly turned to a genuine smile. "He really loves you, Ella."

"Yeah... I guess he does." I bit down on my lip, smiling crookedly his way and feeling giddy. Even now I still had doubts sometimes that Randy didn't feel the same way about me as I did him... but when others, especially my close friends, told me how much he cared about me, I couldn't help but grin in happiness. "I love him, too."

"Uh-huh, I think that's pretty obvious," Pierre chuckled, shaking his head back and forth. "Look at you, the cute little couple. I never would have said this back in the day, but you really are perfect for each other now."

"We are, huh?" I giggled, shaking my head back and forth as a knock echoed throughout the room.

I pulled a face towards Pierre, wondering who was on the opposite side of the door this time. I was expecting Randy to be back by now... but it couldn't have been him. He wouldn't have knocked on his own locker room.

"Come in," I shouted, my face full with confusion as the door shot open and one of the backstage workers practically fell into the room in his haste, his breath heavy as if he had been rushing to get there.

"Ella, I..." He looked at me, his eyes sad, and my stomach instantly dropped. Whatever he was about to say to me wasn't going to be good news. "You need to come, quick. It's Randy, he... he's hurt."

He's hurt.

My whole world came to a standstill at those two words. I stopped completely, staring in front of me, my eyes clouding over. I could barely hear Pierre beside me as he tried to snap me out of it; all I could hear was my heavy breathing as the panic set in and the sound of blood rushing to my brain.

This couldn't have been happening. Everything was perfect. It couldn't have been true...

"Ella!"

At the sound of Pierre shouting my name, my entire dream world seemed to shatter and I was back in reality. I looked around to see the backstage worker stood beside me, his eyes full with worry and concern. I gulped, turning my attention to my friend who still sat beside me, hoping more than anything that he was going to say this wasn't true.

"Ella, you need to go, okay? You need to go to him."

"I, umm... okay." I could barely even feel my legs as I stood up, dazed. I turned back to the other man in the room, swallowing the lump in my throat as I spoke to him. "Is it... is it serious?"

"No, I don't think so. It's definitely not life threatening, but he's in a lot of pain. They think it might be his shoulder..."

I nodded his way, silently hating that I had inwardly sighed in relief at it not being extremely serious. No matter what was wrong, it was hurting him. I shouldn't have been relieved about anything. I turned back towards Pierre as he stood up beside me and accepted his hug, holding on to him for dear life.

"I'll head out now, you don't need me around when you've got to deal with this," He pulled away, his eyes finding mine. "He's going to be fine, Ella. Call me later, okay?"

"Of course," I nodded his way, now realising that all I wanted was to be out of there and by Randy's side. I quickly span back towards the other man, nodding towards him as I took in the deep breath. "Okay, where is he?"

"Come on, I'll take you there," He nudged his head towards the door before he started walking at a fast pace, me following close behind. I barely even registered the fact that I was leaving Pierre behind, or that everyone we passed was staring at us with wide eyes, wondering what was happening. The only thing I could think about was getting to Randy.

It seemed to take forever for the guy to lead me through the arena corridors to the room where the guys got checked over after a match. The door was closed when we reached it, but within seconds of being stood outside it opened up and out walked Chris, one of the few first aid guys who worked for WWE. I could feel my insides churn at the site of him. I knew that if there was anything he could do for Randy, then he would have been inside the room fixing him up. It must have been more serious than the backstage guy was making out...

"Ella," He nodded my way quickly, smiling ever so lightly.

"How is he?" I felt kinda bad, my voice was clipped as I spoke to him, but I couldn't deal with the niceties right now.

"We're not exactly sure. He's gonna have to get it checked out at the hospital. You should head on in," He opened the door wider for me and I nodded his way quickly, before I slipped under his arm and into the silent room.

My eyes found the examination table within seconds, and my heart nearly broke in two as my gaze met Randy's. He was sat with his back pressed against the wall, his entire shoulder bandaged up, as well as his arm against his chest to stop him from jolting it even further.

I bit down on my lip hard, trying to hold in my emotions at the defeated look in his eyes. This must have been so terrible for him. He was at the top of his career now... or at least he was, before this.

"Randy..." I whispered, not knowing what to say to him as I walked a little closer, stopping just beside the table, "I'm so sorry, I didn't know what was happening. Pierre turned up so I switched off the TV and..."

My sentence trailed off as Randy's eyes found mine. He looked so tired, like he was ready to drop any second... and not to mention the amount of pain that was clearly visible there.

I shook my head, a single tear rolling down my face. I couldn't hold off any longer, I quickly closed the gap between us and hugged him with everything I had, being extremely careful not to touch the sensitive parts of his body.

I felt his un-injured arm wrap around my back and hold on to me with as much force, and I rested my head against his shoulder, placing comforting kisses anywhere that I could without hurting him.

"It's gonna be okay, Randy. It's gonna be okay," I whispered as I held him close, trying to convince myself as much as I was him.