He moved away from catering and with it, the noise and bright lights. He forgot just how busy this place got, especially compared to his apartment. It was almost unbearable if he was being honest. He didn't want too though. Be honest with himself.

He thought he'd missed this place, and would return in a heartbeat, and yet…no.

He wouldn't think like that. Couldn't think like that. This was what he'd worked for his entire life, he couldn't let an injury make him weak. He just needed a moment.

So he went to the place he went during shows when he needed a moment. He couldn't sit on the floor like he used to, that would be interesting trying to get up, but when he closed his eyes, it all felt the same.

The quiet, calm waves rushed over his body. The faint humming of all the people in catering reaching him, but not able to penetrate the bubble around him.

"Do you need direction? I know you haven't been here awhile but I didn't think you'd forget that quick."

He spun around as best as could, swearing at the pain searing up his knee at the sudden movement.

"Excited to see me?" She grinned.

"You've got no idea," He breathed, and couldn't help but move forward, dropping his crutches when close enough and wrapped his arms around her, trusting her to hold his weight.

"Whoa," She muttered, but didn't push him away, instead wrapped her arms around him in return. He wasn't sure how long they stayed there, didn't matter, he just needed to hold her. His body shuddered uncontrollably, and Jackie tightened her arms around him, and damn if that didn't make his throat tighten.

She was the one that eased back, and as mush as he wanted to complain, he let her. "You okay?" She asked, keeping a grip on his arms to make sure he wouldn't fall.

She wasn't missing a beat. "It's been awhile." He said, examining her to make sure she was okay.

"It hasn't been that long," She muttered, dipping down and grabbing his crutches, handing them over to him.

"Over a month. Where have you been?"

"Around," She said, shrugging.

"Not around me."

She completely moved away from him at this point. "You know why Seth."

"Yeah, I guess I do. I just didn't expect you to completely disappear," he said, letting his hurt and frustration through. "I'm sorry."

"I'm the one who went away Seth, you don't have to apologize. I just thought it would be easier."

Right. Because around her he was like some puppy dog following her around with goo-goo eyes. He could only imagine how pathetic he looked to her.

"Right," he said, looking down. "I'm gonna go change. Just in case."

When he looked up, she was smiling at him. "I'll be waiting for your acceptance speech."

xXx

He accepted all the slaps on the back and said thanks when he had to, but there was one person he was looking for and couldn't find. He told himself he wasn't going out of his way to find her, he just needed to stretch out his legs. Keeping moving.

But that didn't stop him from being slightly relieved when he did find her. She stood off to herself, watching on a monitor as a match went on. She seemed to be really invested in the match, a scowl set on her face, and he was going to make a joke, but the look in her eyes made him stop. It was the same look he had everytime he saw a match, or a really good story line happening. It was longing.

So instead he came to a stop beside her and settled in to watch the match with her."Do you miss it?" he asked after a moment.

"Everyday," She said softly, not taking her eyes off the match.

"So get back in there. Vince would take you back in a heartbeat. Besides, we all know the divas division could use someone like you."

"Someone like me?" She asked, the corner of her mouth rising. "And what does that mean?"

"Besides someone who can actually wrestle and do a promo? An actual women."

Her eyes softened and she looked back towards the match. "Paige is good."

"Not as good as you."

She laughed at that. "Its been a long time since I've been in a ring."

"Come back."

"It's not that simple," She said. "If I could, I would, but that's not how life works"

Didn't he know all about that? But it didn't stop him from feeling bad for her. It would be the last thing she wanted from him, but he knew all too well how she felt at the moment. Maybe not to her extent, but he knew.

"Besides," she said, turning to face him. "I've got three boys to look after, they'r more then enough."

It felt like a personal blow. She was stating the obvious, she signed the three of them together, but he always forgot about the other two, thought her attention was on him. It may sound selfish of him, but when it came to her, he was okay with that. He felt like by bringing the other two up, she was trying to put distance between them.

"I always forget about those two," He muttered, making her laugh.

"They think the same thing. I'm always with you," She said. "You need me more."

"Always will."

The smile slid away.

A month. A month of pent up feelings, emotions, words, he would kill to express to her. A month of sleepless nights, lying awake thinking about where she was, what she was doing. Who she might be with. He tortured himself with all kinds of images, always thinking the worse. And here she was in all her beautiful glory.

Her eyes blue, which was something he wondered about too.

So many things he wanted to say, things he had to say, but when he opened his mouth, nothing came out.

xXx

He couldn't just stand there. He had to move. So he did, cursing shis knee and the damn crutches as he went.

Damn him for getting himself in this situation, only he could do this. Why couldn't he just back off? She set her boundaries, and he couldn't stop pushing them and as a result, she took action and pushed back and left him in a depressed mess.

The last month had been hell on him. The first week was the worst, because then he'd still had hope on her randomly dropping in. When she didn't, he accepted the fact that he had t get over it and tried to focus on recovery and his wrestling school. It worked for the most part, but there was parts of the day where everything would be still, or right before bed, or anytime he was with Zarha, that the feeling of loneliness and depression hit him.

It hurt, but he dealt with it. But now… fuck, now he was back to square one.

"Yo cripple, where's your wheelchair at?"

He turned towards the voice, grinning at the Ohio native walking towards him. "Wassup," He greeted, giving him the best hug he could manage.

"I see your milking this injury," He grinned, eyeing Seth's crutches. "You got people waiting on you?"

"Why, are you jealous?" Seth shot back.

I got my own little nurse to take care of me," Dean smirked, causing Seth to make a face.

"Please dude, don't go there," He said, shuddering at the images.

Dean's smirk turned even more devious. "Probably don't need details from me considering you got your own girl."

"Nah, Zarha's busy working and is on the road, no exciting stories from me," He chuckled.

"Zahra? I was talking about Jackie. She moved to Iowa for you, you better have some exciting stories."

Well didn't that darken his mood even more. "Nothing's going on between me and Jackie,, He sad, getting even more annoyed at the look Dean gave him. "Why do you care anyways? You've got your own girl."

"But your love life is more interesting," Dean said. "We've both turned into old boring people."

That made Seth snort, knowing that their relationship was anything but boring. "You want me to go ask her about that?" He grinned, getting a look from Dean.

"You want me to ask Jackie about you guys?"

"Go ahead, cause nothings happening."

Dean nodded once before meeting his eyes. "Change that."

xXx

"Oh my God, shes gonna do it! She's going to become champion!"

Chyna got up shakily, swaying on her feet, and suddenly launched forward as Veronica's feet collided with her back. Not wasting any time, she put her in a Boston Crab. A combination known as Spikes End.

Chyna laid withering in the ring, desperately trying to crawl towards the rope. Veronica only settled deeper, screaming for the muscular women under her to tap.

Mere seconds before Chyna looked to tap, suddenly DX slid in the ring, Triple H in the lead with his signature took. A sledgehammer, and the match was over.

Seth clicked off before the whole beat down happened, he'd already memorized every part of this match. He knew she didn't get back up, and that would be the last time she stepped foot in a ring.

It still nagged him every single time why. She didn't seem to get really hurt, nobody rushed to her side, no X's were thrown up. So maybe an incident backstage? Maybe an expired contract

Growling under his breath, he bit the bullet and typed in her number. He thought she wouldn't pick up at first, seeing as it just kept ringing, but at the last ring she picked up. "Hello?" She panted, clearly out of breath.

Seth's interest peaked, along with something else, the sound of her voice sending shudders down his back.

"Uh," He coughed. "Bad time?"

She was silent, only the sound of her strained breathing, not helping his rising issue. "I was running."

A smirk spread across his face. "Running? Getting that cardio in?"

Yet another breathless laugh from her. "What do you want Seth?"

He could name a few, and all of them would no doubt result in her hanging up on him. So what did he want? Other then her under him, and in any and every position he could think of.

"I was watching your match. The one against Chyna." Where was he going with this?

"There's quite a few of them out there."

And all of them better then the last. She was a damn good wrestler, and that's when it clicked.

"I want you to train me," he blurted out. Once more he thought he lost her, and he was strainging to hear anything when she finally spoke.

"It's a little too early for that, don't you think? I mean, I've never trained someone on crutches."

"I meant when I get back you smartass," he growled, but again still smiled.

She laughed too, and that sound didn't help him at all. "It's been a while.

"Since you're been in the ring, or since you went…rubbing?"

"I'll train you Seth. On one condition."

The sly tone drove him wild, and the longer the spoke, the colder the shower he would need. "Yeah?"

"If you let me take you running once those crutches are off."

His breath caught, and hand tightened around the phone. What..was..happening?

Forbidden thoughts started to run through his brain, just how their running episode would go, when she laughed.

"Goodbye Seth."

"Wait!" He said quickly, needing to hear more, but she was already gone, leaving him to just his imagination and hand.

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