One Year Later...

"How are you feeling today sweetie?" Elaine asked her daughter. She kissed the top of her head. Whitney grimaced, she was almost thirty years old and he mother still treated her as if she was a toddler.

"I'm fine. I swear" The younger woman replied with a sigh. The over protective thing was getting old really fast.

"So have you thought anymore about getting a job?" Elaine hadn't wanted to be so direct but with all the medical bills Whitney had racked up things had been very tight financially.

"I've been looking mom. But it's hard to find one at the moment. I'm gonna go to the store you want anything?"

"No, I'm fine."

She strolled into the corner market. As she did everyday at the same time. It was really the only time her mother let her out of the house anymore. She was ever so persistent about getting a job yet she was afraid to let Whitney walk down the street.

"Hey Sean." She greeted the young man behind the counter with a huge smile. Sean Cena was a nice guy. He had tried hitting on her a couple of time but she wasn't really feeling it so he settled on being her friend.

"Hey Whit." He returned her smile with one of his own. "How's the job search comin?"

She rolled her eyes. "Not well." She placed the few groceries she had picked out for tonight's dinner on the counter. He rang in the stuff. He opened his mouth to say something but then frowned and shook his head.

"What is it Sean?" Whitney asked perplexed by his sudden reluctance to talk to her. Her brown furrowed as she studied the younger man carefully. He looked to be having an inner battle with himself.

"You know how my brother John is a wrestler right?" He asked. Of course she did. Who hadn't heard of John Cena? "Well he is looking for a personal assistant to keep his schedule in check. What with all the appearances he does." Sean rolled his eyes.

"So ... why were you so afraid of telling me that?" she countered.

"Well John isn't the easiest person to deal with." He advised her. "He's very withdrawn and bitter towards the world. He's been through a lot this year and he doesn't want to admit that he needs help. You seem like a nice girl who needs a little help supporting your family. But I dunno if sticking John on you would be a good idea. I love my brother but he is a miserable bastard."

"I'm sure he can't be that bad." She gave him a shy grin. "If he is as charming as you are I'm sure I'd do fine."

Sean's skin blanched slightly. "I'll give him a call if you'd like." He offered.

"Don't go out of your way on my account. But if you happen to call your brother and it comes up then hey feel free to mention me. I don't want you to think I am not appreciative but I also kinda don't want to be pitied either."

"I could never pity you." Sean let out a deep chuckle. "You'd kick my ass if I did. That will be fifteen fifty by the way." She paid the young man and began her trek back to her home. Maybe things were starting to look up. This could be the step in the right direction she needed to begin rebuilding her life. But she was not one to count on anything until it happened. Time would tell.

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"Hey big brother it is good to hear your voice." Sean began to butter his older brother up.

"What do you want?" his older and very impatient brother asked. He knew Sean well enough to know when he wanted something.

"Well I know Mr. McMahon wants you to hire a PA and I have the perfect girl in mind." He waited for his brother to begin protesting that he didn't need any help.

"I don't need a damn PA." Sean grinned. He knew his brother like the back of his hand.

"Well according to the man who makes sure you get paid you do. She's a friend of mine and she could really use a job." Sean wasn't above begging.

"If she is a friend of yours then definitely not!" John put his foot down. "I've met some of your friends and I wouldn't trust them to walk my dog."

"Please John." Sean was beginning to get desperate. He really wanted to do something nice for Whitney. "Just give her a shot. I know you will love her."

"I highly doubt that." He sighed and ran a hand through his shortly cropped hair. "But I will give her a chance because you are my brother."

"Thanks John. I swear you will no regret this."

"I already do." The older man mumbled hanging up his phone. This was not going to be good. He could feel it already. He rubbed his temples to relieve the headache he felt coming on. The last thing he needed right now was to deal with one of Sean's female friends. Or a female in general.