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Dottie barely ate her pizza. She had been given a personal size but she ate about half. Nick had a smile on as he ate, laughed about something or answered a few texts.

By the end of the meal, Dottie was ready to get back to the hotel.

"I forgot my phone." She said, mostly out loud to herself.

"Huh?" Nick looked at her as he wiped his mouth.

"Nothing, just thinking out loud." She crumbled up her napkin and put it on the table. "Are we ready to go?"

"I am." He stood up and reached for his back pocket for his wallet. "I'll go pay. Meet me out at the car."

There was a problem with that plan. She didn't know which car was the one that Nick had drove. She stood outside the restaurant looking at the the cars in the parking lot, most of which were black or silver and a lot of them were fancy. Nick did drive a fancy rental that night but she didn't know which one.

"I thought I said you could go to the car." Nick said when he came out.

"You did, but I just realized I didn't really look at the car and I don't know which one it is." She said as she pulled at the shirt again.

He motioned in a direction. "It's over here."

Much like when they arrived at the place, Nick didn't open the car door for her. She did that for him. Was she relying on the kindness that Fergal seemed to own? Maybe, yeah, that was it, she decided she could do those things on her own. Dottie got in, buckled up, planted her feet firmly on the floor and crossed her arms over her middle.

"You know, tonight was not that bad." Nick said as he eased out into the main road.

She didn't object. She did have a list of complaints a mile long going on in her head but Dottie kept those thoughts to herself.

Nick swerved a little, Dottie pressed her feet into the floor and kept her eyes closed.

Dottie refused to watch as Nick drove almost recklessly, her hand on the hand rest of the car door. Fergal wouldn't do this, Colby definitely didn't do this. She could feel the velocity of the car as it went down the road. She moved her knees together when she felt Nick's hand reach for her thigh.

"Hey, want to have some fun tonight? Let's watch a movie in my room. I'm sure your sister is boinking Rollins tonight anyway."

"Boinking?" She didn't even open her eyes.

"Yeah, getting it on. Doing the dirty deed. Screwing around. Fucking each other."

"I don't want to think of my sister and friend like that."

"Yeah, I don't want to know what Rollins can do that she thinks is so damn great either." He replied.

Finally they got to the hotel. The car radio said it was eleven o'clock. Dottie liked that she was back before midnight.

She followed Nick into the hotel, seeing no one that could help her. She'd looked from one side of the lobby to the next but there wasn't anyone there.

Nick grabbed her wrist and pulled her to the elevators.

"I'm on the fourth floor in room 440." Fergal's soothing voice said in her mind.

The elevator opened on the fifth floor, one floor over Fergal's. Their footsteps were muffled by the carpet as Nick started to pull her down the hall again.

"We'll have fun, so much fun, Dot." Nick said.

"I don't really want to now."

"Oh come on. You've never really been with a true man until you've been with me." He slid his keycard into the slot and the door to Room 555 opened up.

Before she had a chance to object again he had pulled her into the room and closed the door behind him.

"Come on, Little Red, don't be a stick in the mud. We're just going to have some fun." He slipped his jacket off, tossing it over the back of a chair.

"I'm, I'm scared."

"Oh you don't have to be scared of me, Dottie." He reached for her.

She opened her mouth to tell him that she wanted to go back to her own room, only he pulled her to him and lowered his mouth to hers. He grabbed the back of her head and held her there even as she tried to push him away. The other hand grabbed the back of her thigh and pulled it up so she was basically standing on one leg and had no choice but to hold onto him.

Something touched her at the junction between her legs and she knew exactly what it was.

Nick pulled back. "Having fun yet, Babe?"

What was it that Ronda Rousey used to do? He had her off balance with only one foot on the floor. Pulling her leg down, she grabbed the arm that was attached to the hand holding the back of her hand and twisted to her left, dropping Nick to the floor. Because he was the one that let go and fell while she stayed upright, she ran for the door.

She cried as she ran down the hall, back towards the elevators. She kept hitting the button, looking over her shoulder in case Nick was following her. The doors slid open and she stumbled in as he got out of his room.

"Shit, Little Red, get back here."

The doors slid closed on his face, her stabbing the number 4 on the floor options. She hugged herself as the doors slid open a moment later, the fourth floor being indicated.

Door after door wasn't the 440 she had been told. Of course everything blurred because she'd been crying.

Room 440 was about halfway down the hall and she knocked, trying to hold her top together.

"Please," she remembered the things Nick said about Fergal, how he could be with Cathy. But she had to try, she had to. "Please," she slapped at the wood door.

He opened the door, shirtless and boxers hanging off his hips. Fergal looked at her, his eyes narrowed slits.

"Please," she cried, not sure what to do.

"Lovely, what happened?" When he touched her shoulders she just pressed her body into his, feeling his soft warm skin under her cheek.

The words weren't there, she couldn't make them come out. Her chest ached, her head was swimming and it was all just bad.

"Dottie, what happened?" Fergal asked as he pulled her into the safety of his room.

He turned on the lights, sat Dottie down on the bed and went for his phone. As she sat there, she rocked. She stared and she rocked while she hugged her upper body. Dottie could hear Fergal talking but her brain wasn't working, it just processed everything wrong. Her brain was telling her that the lights hurt so she squeezed her eyes shut and rocked harder.

"Dottie, stop. Please stop."

He knelt in front of her, his hands on either side of her face, his thumbs wiping away her tears. Fergal licked his lips, worry obviously on his face. It just made her cry harder because it was her fault. She was making him worry.

Nick was right, she always needed someone to watch her.

"Stop it, Dorothy," he lightly shook her. "Stop. Just stop. You're scaring me."

But she didn't know how. Her hands squeezed Fergal's wrists, and the single tear she saw fall down his face forced her to watch it. It slid from his right blue eye down his cheek and it got lost in the forest that was his beard. Soon another one followed.

She reached over and wiped his tear away like he had done to her.

He pushed her hair from her face, his fingers running through it. "What happened? Can you show me what Nick did."

She pointed to her mouth and then touched his lips. Fergal shifted on his knees since he'd been kneeling in front of her.

"He kissed you? Did you say no?" She nodded. "Did he touch you?"

She nodded and took his hand and moved it to the place where Nick had grabbed her. It was the back of her thigh, just below her buttocks. Fergal's hand didn't stay there, he pulled it away and had her stand up.

"I'll give you some clothes. Cait's coming by to see how you are." He turned away.

The things that Nick said, those personal things about Fergal, nagged her. His boxers didn't hide much to the imagination, the curve of his rounded backside was easy to see against the thin material. They were low, the lines that mark the boundaries of certain bodily areas were being hinted at and Dottie felt her heart in her throat.

Fergal handed her one of his BC Logo shirts and a pair of shorts. He told her to go into the bathroom and change.

When he closed the door behind her, him not following, she found what her reflexion looked like. Her hair was wild around her upper shoulders, her once nice eyeshadow smeared and it looked like she had two black eyes.

That shirt she wore, the deep V neck was almost showing her bra, especially part of her upper clavicle area near her neck.

Forcing herself to change was like having bricks in her feet. She there were stuff that felt bad on her skin, like in the places that Nick had touched. She saw some faint bruises and red marks on her right wrist where he'd been grabbing her throughout the night.

A soft knock on the door. "Dottie, Lovely, your sister's here." Fergal said through the door.

She didn't waste any time opening the door. Fergal stepped to the side and sure enough Cait was in the middle of the room, Colby and a frazzled looking Scotsman were there as well. Dottie launched herself across the room to hug Cait.

"She's gone mute." Fergal supplied. "From what she showed me, he kissed her and had his hand on the back of her upper thigh holding her to him."

"Shh, shh, Dot. I'm here." Cait whispered in her ear, swaying.

Cait smelt like Colby, because Colby had a funny cologne that had a forest smell to it. His body wash. Cait's hair was damp, so was Colby when she chanced a look at him.

"Should I let Triple H know about this?" Colby asked.

"Yes." Drew said, his voice low. "Then you go get Ambrose and tag team against him. I'll stay out of it."

Cait sat Dottie down on the bed and she held onto her. Cait began to cry.

"Why is this happening again?" She asked. "Why does this shit keep happening to my sister?"

She was going to get sick. Maybe get an ulcer from the stress.

It was all her fault. Everytime she did something, something bad would happen and it just kept happening over and over again.

Maybe she was better off going back to the Facility.

"I can watch her tonight." Fergal said, making both sisters look at him.

He was standing with his arms over his chest, looking bigger than before. His legs were spread to shoulder width and every once in a while his thighs would flex. Dottie had to look away because of the funny thoughts filtering through her head.

"I can't have you do that." Cait said.

"Yes he can, Baby." Colby said, his hand resting on Cait's shoulder.

"She came to him first," Drew said. "Not implying anything, but maybe she would have wanted you two to have a night together."

Dottie nodded. She held onto her sister's hand tighter, looking at her matching green eyes.

"I know you think I worry too much, Dottie. But you're my sister, you're like the only family that I have that I actually care about."

Dottie reached up and wipe the tear that fell from her sister's eye. She didn't want Cait to feel like that. It was Dottie's fault that this happened. If she'd just stayed with Fergal, or even said no to Nick's dinner proposal, then none of this would have happened.

"It's not your fault, Dot." Drew said. "None of this is your fault. Even if Nick had a slight chance with your sister, he would have screwed it up just like now."

How could he know what she was thinking?

"Come here, Dot," Drew held his arm out.

She happily accepted the one arm hug from him. He knew exactly the way she liked to be hugged, his large arm wrapped around her shoulder, pulling her into his side. He was the tallest of everyone in the room, she barely reached his chest. He rubbed her shoulder, he even kissed the top of her head.

"You'll be safe with Ferg tonight. Of all of us, he's the right fit for you." The Scotsman said.

She didn't understand what he meant by "right fit for you" but when she looked at Fergal, his face had softened up a bit and he nodded at Drew.

"I agree. And I sent a text to Triple H about what is going on right now. He should have something for you in the morning." Colby said.

There was a pad of paper on the hotel table, there was a pen next to it. Stepping out from Drew's embrace she went over there and scrawled something down, tore it out and walked up to Colby, making sure to look him in the eye.

"What?" Cait asked.

"She said, Take care of my Sister." Colby smiled as he folded the piece of paper and put it in his pocket. "I will, Dottie. Come here."

The differences in all the hugs her friends gave her were all still comforting. Drew knew how she liked to be held. Colby was big and strong, putting strength in his hug because his arms were really big. Fergal was light, airy and almost just right to feel. His fingers liked to play with her skin, rubbing her shoulder with his thumb or simply rubbing her back.

Cait hugged Dottie one last time before she, Colby and Drew left the room. When the door was closed behind them, she turned to look at Fergal and the single bed in the room.

Fergal straightened out the covers. "Come sleep, Dottie."

She walked to one side of the bed and looked at it. Fergal flipped off the light and then started to get in bed. She slipped her feet in under the covers and laid back, hugging the edge of the bed while she laid on her side.

"Lovely," he grabbed her hip slightly. "Move closer to me."

She did, her head coming to rest on his shoulder. His smell lulled her into a nice sleep.