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Drew caught Dottie before she could exit the building. "Hey, hey," He lifted her of the floor, which he had never done before just so she couldn't get away. "Dottie, ease up."

"Let go of me! Leave me alone!" She cried as she pulled on her arms and her feet swung as she tried to get away.

"What? What happened? Talk to me." He set her down and forced her to look at him. "Take deep breaths, Dot, come on. Just like my wife says, calm down. You have to calm down."

She couldn't get the air in her lungs. Everything was firing off at once. Too much sound, to much light and it was a big jumble of stuff that didn't make sense. Everything started moving at once and her legs just gave out.

Dottie felt her body leave the floor where it had been at. She held onto the familiarness of the Scottish man who carried her somewhere. His cologne was still there, nice and clean in her nose as she cried.

"What happened?" Cait asked as Drew put Dottie down in a chair back in the costume department.

"I don't know. She was running and crying. She almost ran into a crate."

"He kissed her." Dottie got out as she rubbed her eyes with the heels of her hands. "He kissed that woman, Cathy."

"What? Fergal kissed his ex?" Cait asked as she walked up. "Dottie, are you sure?"

"Yes. I saw him. He kissed her."

"I didn't." Fergal said from the door. "Dottie, I would never do that. Not to you."

"I saw you, I saw you." She fisted her hands into her stomach. "I'm not good enough for you."

"Yes you are." He approached.

"No." She pointed at him. "Don't you dare come near me. I hate you."

"No you don't." He said in that strange calm voice, with the thickness of his Irish accent turned up to ten.

She couldn't look at him, she couldn't stomach his presence. His voice just made her cry harder, so she put her hands over her ears, while gripping her hair and curled over her knees where she sat.

He did it again. He did something but it was just a lie. Just like last time when he didn't tell her that he was with someone. Fergal didn't tell the truth then. How could she trust him now?

Her mom was right, you couldn't trust foreigners.

As she curled her fingers into her hair, near painful to not feel the pain that was in her heart, hands gripped her wrists. The familiar slightly calloused hands, and his spicy smell. Fergal forced her hands off herself and fought to pull her to her feet. She gripped her hair tighter as she tried to turn away from him.

"Stop doing that." He said in that intense tone. "Don't hurt yourself."

"Let go of me!" She wailed.

"I respect you too much to do something like that, Dorothy." He held her hands away from her, preventing her from hiding. "She came on to me. She asked me to meet her. I didn't know she was going to do that."

"But I saw you…"

"I didn't kiss her. She kissed me. Think, think about the actions of our kisses. What happens when I kiss you? Did I seek her mouth out."

Squeezing her eyes shut, Dottie thought. She thought of the times that Fergal and her stayed in bed, talking. He'd pucker up anytime she would test kisses on him, he would caress her cheek and smile. He didn't smile at Cathy. He didn't do anything other than grab her wrists.

A tear trickled down Fergal's cheek. He was red in the face, but that could be for anything. He could be embarrassed, or angry or something altogether different.

It was because of her he was like this. She did this. She made him angry, or sad or embarrassed. Why, because she was acting like a little kid that had thrown a tantrum. She had a mild meltdown and he had to endure the things she said. I hate you seemed to be her go to phrase when something bad happened.

"It's my fault." She breathed out.

He shook his head. "No. Lovely, nothing is your fault. You didn't do…"

"I'm stupid, Fergal. I can't do anything right by you. I jumped to conclusions that weren't there. It's all because of me."

"What are you saying?"

"I'm not good enough for you. Not because of what you did but because I can't...I can't be normal."

"We've talked about this, Dottie. It's not about being normal."

"But I made the mistake, I thought you kissed her. I jumped to conclusions without thinking things through. I worry too much. Am I doing this right, or what did I do wrong. And now, look at what I did to you. I'm not good enough to be dating."

"Yes you are." He cupped her face. "You are good enough, you more than good enough. You know why?" She shrugged since she couldn't move her head. "You pay attention to me. You want to know things about me, rather than what is going on in social media. You know, Cathy and I wouldn't talk through dinner because she was busy on her phone. She didn't even want to put Legos together. But you're not like that."

She still shook her head. "I'm not…"

Fergal kissed the corner of her mouth. The moment his warm lips touched her skin, her stomach jumped, her toes curled as she felt something in that. Was it her imagination?

"I made you lose concentration for your match." She said when he pressed his forehead into hers. "You're not ready. You haven't spoken to any of your friends. Why? Because of me. I screwed up. I'm screwed up."

"I'm not even on until two hours in. The show is going to be a long one. You shouldn't have to worry about me like that. I'll be finished getting ready in time. I just need to know you're mentally okay."

"I don't...my head hurts." She looked down, trying to catch her breath. "Sensory overload. I need some time, quiet time."

He nodded. "Yeah. Do you mind if I get ready in here? I don't want to crowd you but you never did get to see me in Demon King before."

"Fine but not a lot of talking."

When he turned around, they both saw their friends there. Drew, Colby, Cait, Renee even the pesky Jon Good. They'd seen the entire thing. They saw what she had said, seen what he had done. Cait had the worried face on, her hand holding onto Colby's. She turned away from them all, being a fool and all.

No one bothered her, she was thankful for that. None of them said anything, did anything like touching. It was best just to not both her.

What was wrong with her? The things that Fergal said did make sense but...there was that part of herself that didn't believe it. He was right, there were certain things that Fergal did when he kissed her, than when Cathy kissed him. But she made him look like a bad person. She probably embarassed him, even embarrassed her sister.

That stupid phone she often glared at because the concept of using Data was another of those foreign languages, another reason why she wasn't a typical autistic. When people thought about autistic individuals they think that they had a great way with electronics. They were Dottie's Joker to her Batman. Or Redskull to Captain America. The Green Goblin to Spiderman, because that was Fergal's favorite comic book hero.

Shaking her head of the run on thoughts about her hate for this smartphone that made her feel even more stupid. She did manage to get on the wifi at the Barclay Center. She was searching for something, making sure she saved the various websites for what she needed.

"Dottie?" Fergal said. "I'm back."

"Mmhmm." She said as she scrolled through a time listing for trains.

"Want to watch me paint?"

She looked over at him. He had put some things of body paint on the folding table in the room. Intrigued, Dottie slipped her phone in her back pocket, crossed her arms and approached to see what Fergal was doing. He had some paintbrushes, and a few designs that almost looked like Venom from Spiderman. Except one was a big eye. Balor's eye.

He'd told her a little bit about the Irish myths. Balor was called the Demon King, but upon further research she found that he was a being from a scary race called the Fomorians, a race of beings that were against the Tuatha De Danann, who would later become the People of the Hills, or Fairies. Balor had one big eye, like a Cyclops.

Fergal had black paint, red paint, some blue paints and white paint. He'd trimmed his beard just before heading into the Barclay Center for SummerSlam. He did that just for his Demon King persona. He didn't have that big beard that wasn't as well groomed like Colby's beard.

She felt almost numb watching Fergal be himself. He applied certain paint in certain areas to make the mouth. Like the red went to the center of his chest to make the long twisty tongue that his body paint seemed to consist of, at least from the pictures she saw of him.

"Here." He held the paint brush out to her.

"No, I'll just screw it up." She took a step back.

"How do you know if you don't try." He still held the brush out. "I would like you to do it, so it could be like good luck. From you."

"There's no…"

"I will kiss you quiet." That was the weirdest threat she had ever heard from him. "Please, Lovely."

He'd already outlined the tongue in red. The tip of the tongue went down to just below his chest. Taking some of the red paint that was on the brush, she hesitated to put paint to flesh. Fergal was standing facing her, looking down at her. He didn't say a word, he watched her.

First stroke was a little shaky, but as she concentrated, she followed the outline of the design. Slowly her attention grew to wanting to finished the tongue. Her eyes focused on the squigle of the design, which went up to just under Fergal's chin. At first she didn't realize it, but he held her hips as she focused on what she was doing.

"There, that is done." She said as she put the brush down.

"See, I knew you could do it." He smiled, his thumb rubbing at the top of her jeans on either hip.

"Don't do that." She pushed his hands away.

"Why? What's wrong?"

"I get hot when you do that. And that isn't what I want. Not now." She actually had to step away from him, turn so she was facing the wall. She rubbed the back of her hand.

It was confusing. She liked Fergal a lot. She wanted him to be happy but how could he when he was always having to fix her screw ups? He was probably embarrassed with her outbursts. He didn't need to have that stuff. He didn't need to have a broken girlfriend.

"Dottie," Fergal said. "What's wrong? You're lost in your thoughts again."

"Conflict."

"Conflict? About us?"

"Yes." She counted four cement squares in the wall, four squares by four squares.

He sighed. "Do you want to know what I like about you, Dottie?"

She barely turned her head to look at him. He was looking in a mirror that he had brought while applying some black paint into his shorter but almost black beard.

"You care. Remember when we went to the market yesterday? You didn't hesitate to offer that man to trade some of your dollar bills for his when that machine wouldn't take his money. Or how you opened the door for that elderly woman. I also heard that AJ's daughter seems to like you and you let her near your sewing machine. Those are normal things that normal people do."

Maybe.

"Or, you would rather sit through a football game with me, ask certain questions rather than ignore it. I can see why you only root for animal mascots though. Dolphins fan."

"The Ravens won a Super Bowl." She countered.

"See, at least you pay attention. You may not know much about it, but you will do those things with me. Cathy didn't. And she's a sports reporter."

So she would rather be interested in what he was interested in. So what?

"You've always believed in me when it came to my wrestling career." He said. "They may not be pushing me like you want me to, but at least you're there rooting for me the entire way.

Yes that was true. But she still didn't believe she could be the best for Fergal.

Hey guys, sorry for the delay in the update to this story. My Internet went out for an entire day when I was ready to update. So, I hope you like this one and I'll try to get this story done by the end of the week, or at least try to.