I Thought You Might Appreciate It
She wasn't supposed to be hanging around the backstage set, especially while they were doing interviews, but it was difficult not to be drawn to the commotion. It was the busiest area backstage aside from Gorilla and Darcy was still getting used to everything that happened behind the scenes on such a big show. The main reason she was hanging around, though, was because The Shield were being interviewed by Renee Young and, as much as she wished it wasn't the case, Darcy couldn't shake the feeling that something wasn't quite right.
The interview itself was pretty much harmless, just the usual quick-witted banter the fans had come to expect from the group, it was what happened when the cameras were off that had her screwing up her face.
Their sudden marriage had been brought on by Darcy revealing that she thought Jon was cheating on her - even Darcy knew that didn't quite make sense - yet he had quickly quashed her fears and the marriage ceremony had been what she needed, as much as she didn't really want it, to push the thoughts of him cheating from her mind. Having him standing with Renee, long after Colby and Joe had disappeared, was bringing all of those fears back.
She wanted to blame Colby for putting those thoughts back into her mind – if she hadn't caught him with Tessa and been given proof that they could get away with anything on the road, she would surely not be having these thoughts again – but he wasn't whispering in Jon's ear, telling him all the right things to say to make Renee laugh or telling him to gently brush her arm with his fingertips.
Were those things he did with everyone? Surely he wasn't stupid enough to do anything when his wife was in the building – when his wife was less than 10 feet away.
Not being able to stand the sight for another second, Darcy marched over. She had never hated her Sister Abigail wardrobe more than in that moment – no shoes meant that she lacked the intimidating factor that usually came with her heavy boots and the concentration that went with trying not to trip over her dress meant that she wasn't glaring at Renee as she got closer, she was glaring at her own legs.
"I really like this dress," Renee said when Darcy joined them. "You look really cute in it – especially the long hair."
"It's not me," Darcy responded gruffly, kicking out the bottom of the dress. "Give me my shorts and my boots any day of the week."
"I think you rock the whole Sister Abigail look," Renee continued with a kind smile. "That being said, Darcy's style is pretty kick ass, too."
"Yeah, thanks. What're you two talking about over here?"
"I was just telling Renee about that really bad movie we watched last night," Jon chimed in. "She gets a kick out of b-grade flicks like us."
"It sounds terrible," Renee laughed, "I cannot wait to watch it!"
Darcy faltered. They were talking about a movie. There was no reason not to believe Jon, especially when Renee hadn't even paused with confusion before she cemented his explanation. She must have been imaging everything.
"It was pretty fucking bad," Darcy said after a pause and Jon nudged her leg with his foot. "Not even good enough to be b-grade."
Renee's smile made her turn away and roll her eyes – no one was that happy all the time. Darcy never saw Renee with anything but a smile on her face and it was driving her mad. It surely wouldn't kill her to have other emotions.
Darcy's head snapped up when her name was called by John Cena. She looked up at Jon pointedly, hoping to convey some sort of message that him spending so much time with Renee was only heightening Darcy's worries from the previous week. He didn't seem to catch the message because he kissed her quickly on the head and wished her luck.
Not that she needed it because she would be out in front of the crowd for all of two minutes. Maybe not even that.
-Taped for Smackdown, May 9-
Sister Abigail hadn't made an appearance during the match but that did not mean that she had been playing on Cena's mind. It was evident throughout the entire match that he had been waiting for her to descend from the rafters or to crawl out from underneath the ring. It had been this that led to him and The Usos being defeated by The Wyatt Family.
Post-match, as Cena was lying in the ring dead to the world after being hit with the Sister Abigail finishing move, Bray Wyatt lifted a microphone to his mouth.
"John, you have not been hallucinating – she is not a figment of your imagination. Sister Abigail is here to save us – to save all of us. She is here to save you from your indiscretions, save you from sin and she is here to save me from this world. Sister Abigail knows no bounds, John. Sister Abigail is corporeal, Sister Abigail is ethereal. Sister Abigail is everything we all aspire to be. Sister Abigail is everything we will never be but she is everything we are."
The lights went out and smoke started to billow at the top of the ramp as a dull spotlight was directed towards it. Appearing from backstage and immediately being caught by the spotlight, Sister Abigail appeared to be floating through the smoke. She continued down the ramp, the smoke following her, and stopped at the bottom to stare up at Bray.
"This is the moment we have all been waiting for!" Bray announced gleefully. "With Sister Abigail now amongst us we can finally be saved."
Sister Abigail did not even acknowledge that he has spoken; she instead sat down in his rocking chair. She rocked the chair back and forth, her eyes never once leaving Bray in the ring.
He continued his promo about how he was going to beat John whenever they entered into a ring together – they there was no way John could win now that Sister Abigail had made herself known.
He dropped the microphone to the ground and rolled out of the ring – he looked at Sister Abigail and kept walking. Luke Harper and Erick Rowan followed him, each grabbing the back of the rocking chair with one hand and pulling Sister Abigail backwards up the ramp.
The show ended with Sister Abigail sitting alone at the top of the ramp, keeping a watchful eye on John Cena who was still lying helpless in the middle of the ring.
-Backstage-
Despite her annoyance at Renee's permanently happy state, Darcy was finding it difficult to be anything but happy. She had just closed a show. She hadn't done anything other than sit in a rocking chair but the last thing the cameras had been focused on was her and that was something she had never expected to happen.
Emma was right there at the curtain to greet Darcy when she came back through the curtain. Emma couldn't help but squeal and jump at Darcy with a hug – she knew just how big a deal it was, too.
"I hate you," Emma said with a grin as she gave Darcy a chance to breath. "I mean, you've been here two fucking weeks and you're working with Cena and closing the show. How is that even fair?"
Darcy shrugged, making sure to have a smug smirk on her face. "What can I say? I was destined for greatness."
"Okay," Emma retorted with a roll of her eyes. "But my favourite part was Rowan and Harper pulling you up the ramp on the chair."
"That's all that happened when I was out there," Darcy laughed.
"It looked so cool, though. You need to get them to make that a regular thing. You sitting in the chair and them hauling you back up the ramp. It was just cool, you know?"
Darcy hoisted her dress up around her knees as they walked back towards the Divas locker room. She was a little confused by the lack of Jon's presence as she walked backstage but put it down to him still getting changed.
Emma helped her pull the dress over her head – Darcy still didn't trust herself not to rip it in a dozen places – and then watched as she removed the extensions. When she was finally free of the extra hair, Darcy shook her head quickly and ran her fingers through her hair.
"Have you seen Jon? I thought he'd be in the same place I left him."
"He disappeared just after you went to Gorilla," Emma answered and Darcy felt her heart drop just a little. "He was heading towards the locker room."
Darcy nodded and then announced that she was going to go find him and that she'd see Emma at the next Raw.
She walked towards the locker room, her heart feeling heavy. She was hurt that Jon hadn't watched her, even if she didn't do anything. He was supposed to be her biggest supporter but he couldn't wait five minutes before he went to shower.
Joe was walking out when she reached the door and she asked him if the room had been cleared out – he told her that Jon was the last person in there.
She entered and locked the door behind her – she could hear Jon in the shower.
"You know, when your wife is on television you're supposed to watch her," Darcy said, stepping into the wet area.
Jon was in the far shower and steam was filling half the area. He poked his head out from the wall and furrowed his brow.
"I know you aren't one for rules but I'd be happier if you weren't in the guys' locker room."
"No one else is in here. I locked the door. They can use the other room. Don't ignore what I said," she said sharply, stepping closer to him and feeling the steam moisten her skin.
"I watched from the monitor just outside," he explained, his head disappearing back into the shower. "I'm going to watch you any chance I get. You know that."
Darcy lifted her feet one by one and pulled off her shoes, throwing them back into the dry area. They were quickly followed by her clothes and her underwear.
"I'm still really annoyed that they wouldn't let Sister Abigail interfere in last night's match."
The pitter-patter of her feet on the tiles alerted Jon to her proximity. He was hardly surprised, when he turned around, to see her standing in front of him with no clothes on.
"Maybe in the future," he said slowly as he began to smirk.
She took small steps towards him and, when she reached him, she threw her arms around his neck and pulled him down for a deep kiss. She was covered with water in an instant, Jon's hand moving to her hair and only aiding the process. She pressed herself into him, as close as she could get, and moaned into his mouth.
