Chapter 4: No Reservations

"So earlier you talked about being from Tennessee, what part?" Dean asked as soon as they climbed into his rented truck; a Ford, much to Megan's dismay.

"I grew up on the outskirts of Nashville, where the asphalt turns into dirt roads; basically in the boondocks."

"What was it like growing up out there?"

"It was great. It wasn't too awfully populated, so whenever you went out, people would call you by your first name. The only bad part is when you'd get into trouble it seemed like everyone knew about it."

"Were you a troublemaker?" Dean asked as they came to a stop sign and then continued on.

"Who, me? Never, I was the good girl. I always did what I was told and never got into trouble."

"I sense a 'but' in there somewhere."

"But, when I turned sixteen, I snuck out of the house to meet this guy that I liked at the park. I thought he felt the same way I did about him and we made out. My daddy warned me to stay away from him and I should have listened." Megan said, looking down at her hands, hating having reminisced about Derek.

"What happened with him?"

"Well before this all happened, he and his family moved to Indiana and he had just come down to visit for a couple of days. About a month after he went back home, I found out he was using me and never gave a damn about how I felt. It tore me up inside and made me want to fight the world."

"Is that why you got into wrestling?"

"Kind of, I grew up watching wrestling since all of my friends were guys. When I was trying to get over the heartbreak he caused, I picked up Jiu Jitsu and then mixed martial arts. All of the training that I did eventually lead me down this path towards my dream."

"So when was the last time you talked to this douchebag?"

"I think it's been a good three or four years since I talked to him."

"Wow, if only he could see you now."

"He would probably freak out and then I could give him a good ass kicking that he so deserves." Megan said with a smile and a laugh.

"Okay, so tell me more about you. Do you have any siblings? What's your family like?"

"My family is very dysfunctional, but what family isn't nowadays? I have four siblings; three older half-sisters with the same dad and then one younger brother. My dad is a self-employed automotive repair mechanic and my basically runs the place."

"I bet that came in handy growing up, not having to worry about your car."

Before she could answer Dean's statement, there was a loud band under the hood. Dean had just enough time to pull off to the side of the road before the car came to a complete stop.

"Sonofabitch!" he muttered.

"I think I know what's wrong. Go ahead and pop the hood and I'll take a look." Megan said as she unbuckled and started to get out of the car.

Dean just looked confused, so she leaned across his lap and pulled the lever. He admitted to himself that he thought of himself as a man's man, but he knew absolutely nothing about vehicles. Once outside, she propped the hood up and waited for the smoke to clear. Dean finally joined her at the front of the car, looking completely lost.

"Should we call Triple A or something?"

"Why should we?"

"Oh I don't know, maybe because the damn car is on fire!"

"Calm down! The car is not on fire and this is a common problem with Fords. In hot climates, the oil pressure becomes too much so the oil cap basically pops off, hence the loud bang. Now if I could just find the, aha! Here it is."

Finding the oil cap near the engine block, Megan picked it up and gently screwed it back in place. Loudly dropping the hood, she walked over to the driver side and turned the key. The truck instantly started and she couldn't help but to smile to herself. Her dad would have been so proud knowing she really did pay attention when he talked about fixing vehicles.

Looking back up, Megan realized that Dean was still standing at the front of the truck. She climbed back out and went over to him. He was leaning against the truck with both hands on the hood.

"Is everything okay?" she asked, putting a comforting hand on his back.

"Yeah, I'm just glad that I came on strong enough to let me drive you to the hotel. I wouldn't have known what to do and I probably would have called a tow truck and then got charged crazy amounts of money because they could see how clueless I am about vehicles."

"You are probably right about that. Some mechanics can spot a sucker from a mile away. But you have nothing to worry about, it's all fixed."

"Thank you." Dean said finally standing up straight and looking Megan in the eyes before giving her a hug.

"You're welcome, but just one thing…"

"What's that?" he asked as he let go.

"Can I drive?"

Dean was surprised at her request, but just nodded his head. Megan was excited and she gave him another quick hug before running around and climbing in the driver's seat. Turning the key in the ignition, she revved the engine waiting for Dean to climb in. When he did, she cautiously pulled back onto the road and steadily increased the speed. Dean couldn't help but to think back to when he was with Eva Marie, he was always scared when she wanted to drive. She was absolutely the worst driver.

"So where were we in our game of twenty questions?" Megan asked, bringing Dean back to reality.

"I don't remember to be honest. How about sports, did you play any growing up?"

"Yes, I was one of the biggest tomboys you'd ever meet and I guess I still am. I would rather wear sweatpants and tank tops compared to dresses and high heels as you can clearly see. I started off playing softball when I was about five or so. Then around third grade is when I started playing basketball. I participated in both all through elementary and then in middle school, I was cut of the school softball team so I just stuck with basketball. That is up until my senior year."

"Why, what happened?"

"I was having knee troubles. Freshman year I tore my ACL and I didn't have it reconstructed until my junior year. The surgeon messed something up and I missed playing varsity my senior year."

"That's awful, how is it now?"

"Before I signed with WWE and went to developmental, I had the surgery again by a more renowned surgeon and he fixed it to where it's as good a new."

"That's my kind of woman." Dean whispered to himself.

"What did you say?"

Dean's eyes slightly bugged out. He didn't mean to say that out loud.

"Oh nothing. Enough about sports and stuff, let's move to music."

"I love music! I can't imagine my life without my iPod."

"What kind of music do you listen to?"

"I listen to country mostly, as you can tell by my theme song. But I'm usually down for anything; heavy metal, pop, hip-hop, rap, etc."

"What about classical and jazz?"

"Oh hell no! Those are about the only genres I cannot stand!"

"Mental note to not play them while you are around."

Finally pulling into the hotel parking lot, Megan found a parking space and backed the car in. Putting the car in park, she unbuckled and turned in her seat to look Dean right in the eyes.

"What makes you so sure that I'm going to be around you a lot?"

"Call it intuition I guess. Come on, let's go check in. Maybe we will be neighbors!"

Megan scoffed at the idea as she climbed out of the car, popping the trunk open and grabbing her duffel. They walked into the hotel in silence and went straight up to the front desk.

"Welcome to the Best Western, are you two checking in?"

"Yes, it should be under Ambrose-WWE."

"And mine should be under Megan-WWE."

"I'm sorry, but we only have a reservation for Ambrose and we are currently booked full."

"You have got to be kidding me!"

Panic started to rise in Megan's voice. What was she going to do?

"It's okay. You can room with me for the night."

"I don't want to be a nuisance. Besides, you already gave me a ride here. I'll just look for Natalya and see if I can stay with her."

"It's no problem at all. You saved my ass back there by fixing the truck and from what I have heard from the other Divas, you don't want to share a room with Nattie, especially when Tyson comes over." Dean explained as he pulled out a credit card and handed it over.

"Are you sure?"

"I wouldn't have it any other way."

"Alright thanks, I'll sleep on the couch."

"Not with a concussion you won't. I'm sure that a double bed will be big enough for the both of us so I can keep an eye on you through the night."

"You don't have to do that."

"I know that I don't, but I want too." Dean said with a slightly flirty smile as he grabbed the room key from the lady at the front desk and headed over towards the elevators.