11/18/13…

"You didn't have to go punching Paul Heyman in the face… it was an accident." Amanda said as Mike held a gel pack to her right hand.

In the midst of trying to pull them away to keep a fight from turning physical, Amanda was shoved down and landed wrong on her hand and arm… nothing was broken but the fall had angered Mike and he had lost it entirely.

At the same time, Ramiel had been watching them.

"I flipped out, I know… but that was damn scary, seeing you fall, Mandy." Mike said quietly as they hugged.

Ramiel let them be by themselves as he disappeared… but Amanda had seen him for a split second and Mike lightly tugged at part of her ponytail, Amanda turning back to him.

"What did you see there?" Mike asked.

"I… I don't know who it was…" Amanda answered, trailing off…

Present time…

"When a human sees one of us, it's hard to process it at first…" Ramiel said after he explained it, Bo and Curtis looking at each other.

"They were much happier friends then…" Bo said quietly as the radio played.

Let me run with you tonight
I'll take you on a moonlight ride
There's someone I used to see
But she don't give a damn for me

But let me get to the point, let's roll another joint
And turn the radio loud, I'm too alone to be proud

"They both like this song…" Curtis responded.

You don't know how it feels
You don't know how it feels to be me

People come, people go
Some grow young, some grow cold
I woke up in between
A memory and a dream

So let's get to the point, let's roll another joint
Let's head on down the road

There's somewhere I gotta go

"Now it emphasises the changes in their once strong bond." Ramiel said.

And you don't know how it feels
You don't know how it feels to be me
My old man was born to rock
He's still tryin' to beat the clock

Think of me what you will
I got a little space to fill

So let's get to the point, let's roll another joint
Let's head on down the road
There's somewhere I gotta go

And you don't know how it feels
No, you don't know how it feels to be me

Upstairs, Mike hadn't settled into sleep despite his best efforts.

"Now it's starting to sink in, isn't it?" Mike heard, looked and saw the same girl that Amanda and Finn saw earlier. "The last friend you had before you changed realising that you don't see her as your friend. That was brutal out there, what you did." She said, Mike sitting up.

"What I did?! What about how she changed when he walked into her life?!" Mike responded.

"You just can't see it, can you? She didn't change, she already had changed from who she used to be. Finn didn't change her, he helped her recover. The girl you knew back then was pulled down, hurt inside, Finn and him alone was able to walk in and fix that because he and few others would never think her any different. So in that sense… what you want is that hurt, loss riddled girl to come back and that, my friend, is truly sick!" The girl said.

"I thought you stopped sneaking guests in!" Enzo shouted from his room, half awake.

"Go back to sleep, Enzo!" Mike yelled.

Enzo started to get up out of his bed… and jumped back when the girl was now in his room.

"How did you…" Enzo started to ask.

"I melted through a drain and came out of the toilet, don't be alarmed…" The girl replied, raising her hand as it faded from being made of transparent water to a normal skin and bone one.

"He's still claiming that Mandy's the one who backstabbed him. I really can't comprehend it, he had been there to pick her back up on her feet when she was younger and went through hell." Enzo said.

"He doesn't like it now that she's not going through hell and she's walking on her own rather than needing him or anyone to lean on. He wants his injured friend back, injured." The girl replied.

"That ain't gonna happen anytime soon or at all. And… what's your name?" Enzo responded.

"Sachael…" The girl responded before raising her hand as water seemed to form from her fingers and trail down to the floor. "Angel of water."

It was early into the next morning that Amanda heard her phone going off and picked it up, seeing a video call from Colin, who had been out with a torn ACL. She pressed the button and immediately, the New York native could see how worn down she looked.

"I know how you are, you want to get on a plane, head over here and beat the hell out of Mike, don't you?" Amanda responded, trying to be as quiet as she could as Finn was still sleeping.

"And if I didn't have a bad injury, I would… Enzo called earlier, said something strange happened." Colin said as he saw Finn glancing at him through the phone screen.

"Knowing Enzo, it could've been anything. What exactly did he say?" Finn responded.

"That he saw someone who was doing things just… unnatural, things that aren't normal… he even said not human." Colin answered.

"Things are getting strange around here… we'll find out everything we can. But it would be best to explain it all in person." Amanda said, Colin seeing the bruising left on Amanda's neck.

"Yes… yes it would." Colin responded.

"Don't worry, I've got something planned to get back at that A-lister jackass." Amanda said, Colin smirking slightly.

"It's gonna be a damn good plan, I know it." Colin said before the video call ended.

"So what exactly is planned?" Finn asked after Amanda set the phone down and turned to him.

"That'll be revealed next week." Amanda answered, Finn faking a disappointed reaction but leaning in and kissing Amanda.

A week later, Monday Night Raw, Pepsi Center, Denver, Colorado…

Sariel, Ramiel, Ariel and Sachael had stayed mostly quiet throughout the week and it was time for Mike's match against Roman for the Intercontinental Championship.

Bo and Curtis were beaten up with a steel chair by Roman before the match started and when Mike was setting up for the Skull Crushing Finale, the lights flickered black and red.

Mike turned to the corner and saw Amanda, perched onto the turnbuckle with the grey, blue and white wings painted on her, her blue and white ring outfit on and her pale blue contact lenses in her eyes… and immediately, he became infuriated.

"Get outta here!" Mike yelled.

"Ná dearmad faoi rud éigin?" Amanda responded, pissing him off more.

"What the hell is she doing?" Ramiel asked quietly as he and Sachael watched from the stage.

"The hell is going on here?!" Michael Cole asked.

"Payback for last week, the A-lister is distracted!" Corey Graves answered.

Amanda jumped down as Mike swung at her, Mike turning back and ending up on the receiving end of a Superman Punch before Roman pinned him for the three count.

The bell rang and Roman was handed the Intercontinental Championship as his hand was raised in victory before he left.

Mike was feeling the shock hit him as he wasn't informed ahead of time of a script change and grabbed a microphone, turning his rage to Amanda when she got back in the ring… and took it from him.

"Why so angry? I mean last week, you said I was nothing and then proceeded to attack me. How do you feel now that it's been proven that you're nothing without the Miztourage at ringside, without the Intercontinental Championship you disgraced?! Without any of that, you're the stranger to them!" Amanda responded.

"Oh, it's me now?! It's me who's changed?! I could swear it was you who sleeps with that Irishman every night, who runs at his word and refuses, absolutely refuses, to let herself be convinced or listen to anything she doesn't like!" Mike shouted, Amanda clenching her free hand but suddenly felt that hand get cold, and a slight damp feeling brushed against it… it took her a moment of missing the rest of Mike's words to put together that it was Sachael, invisible and in a form that had surrounded her.

"Remember…" Sachael whispered, Amanda getting back on track.

"You really should wash your mouth out with soap… also… I asked for something that you may not like so much. Then again, no one ever really likes a TLC match, do they?" Amanda said, Mike chuckling as he thought she was his opponent. "I wouldn't laugh if I were you… you and whoever you get to tag with you actually know your opponents pretty well too." She said.

'Sierra!'

'Hotel!'

'India!'

'Echo!'

'Lima!'

'Delta!

SHIELD

"You all fucking split!" Mike yelled after Dean, Roman and Seth got into the ring.

"Yeah, we did… and we were the ones there when she was hurting. Now my actions three years ago were despicable but we know when my Shield sister needs our help." Seth said.

"No… you would never decline help for something you're too weak to do yourself, would-" Mike shouted, but was suddenly cut off… as a jet of freezing water soaked him entirely, a jet which came from Amanda's hand out of a sudden, uncontrollable instinct. As soon as the flow stopped, her left hand cradled the wet right one and she bit down hard on her tongue so as to not scream as what could only be described as frostbite shot pain flaring up her limb, the whole hand shaking and blue.

"Damn, that hurts… but you should see yourself!" Amanda said as Mike's expression turned from shock to embarrassment as the fans laughed when Mike's red and white trunks started to shrink and then tear at the seams.

Seth covered Amanda's eyes as he, Dean and Roman got her out of the ring and to the backstage area, Finn running to Amanda and wrapping a warm towel around her frozen arm and hand.

"Sachael…" Amanda said, Sachael appearing and John jumping back in a startled manner.

"Was that you that did that?" Roman asked.

"Yes… I couldn't appear physically to attack him so I held Amanda's hand, gave her the capability to use my energy through herself… unfortunately, she didn't get the temperature control too accurate and now she's most likely gonna have a touch of frostbite." Sachael answered.

Amanda cringed slightly when she started to feel the warmth of the towel hit her skin, Finn lightly brushing her hair out of her face.

"It feels like… damn…" Amanda said quietly, the last part as she raised the hand and saw the tips of the fingers turning a dark purple, almost black.

"Stay here." Sachael said.

"Where are you going?" All five asked simultaneously.

"To play out ideas… keep her fingers warming or they'll drop off, literally." Sachael responded before leaving.