Paige was nervous. Her goal lay in front of her, but she wasn't exactly sure how to go about it. She'd practiced the speech in the mirror several times, but now those all felt rather useless. She had a tag match tonight, teaming up with Becky Lynch. Her former friend, her former sister from her days back in Shimmer. But that had all come crashing down last year when Paige had gone after the Diva's Title. She'd said some awful things; she'd done some awful things. And even though her and Becky were a really good team, there was going to be that mistrust there and Paige didn't blame her at all.

It wasn't only the tag match though. Paige had wanted to patch things up for months. She hadn't known how to go about it, Becky must hate her now, so what could she say? She'd been a total ass, and a combination of her pride and the fear of having burned one of her oldest bridges had kept her from approaching her thus far. Well, that and one other factor.

Dean Ambrose. Paige didn't know when Dean and Becky had become whatever they were, but ever since Paige turned she'd seen them together. Whether they were talking over food at catering, pumping each other up at gorilla for a match, or using each other to shadowbox in an abandoned hallway. Paige used to be the one that would talk boys with Becky, and she'd heard nothing about Dean when she had been a member of PCB.

All of this led her to her current problem. Standing across the room from Becky, who had Dean at her side like always. They were talking and laughing, Dean was taping up his hands and trying to show Becky how he did it. They looked happy and content. But Paige knew that if she didn't do this tonight before the tag match, then she might not get a better chance. She pulled together every piece of courage she had left and strode over.

"Becky." She watched her orange-headed former friend look up and drop the happy look she had a moment earlier. Paige had always been the one to make Becky smile and laugh. She'd been the one that had made the Irish girl do crazy fun things with her. She'd been the one to try to embarrass her friend all in good fun, but she supposed she should be content with not getting punched right now. "I was hoping we could talk," she glanced at Ambrose who was glaring at her with a wild look in his eye, "alone."

She watched Ambrose look over at her and she nodded at him. He sighed and stood up. He walked past Paige, but grabbed her arm and leaned in close. She felt him whisper in her ear, "You fuck this up, I'll make you pay for it. I'm a pro at destroying jackets and much worse things too."

She suppressed a shudder and nodded. She felt his presence leave and his hand disappear. And then she was alone with Becky. She gulped as she looked down at the Irishwoman. What could she even say?

Becky just stares up at her with a blank expression, waiting. Paige cleared her throat and tried to meet Becky's eyes the best she could. "I wanted to come and apologize. For, um, everything that happened last year. I was out of line, and just got caught up in it all. I'm not expecting us to be friends again or go back to what we had in Shimmer and stuff, but…"

Before she could continue she saw Becky smile at her. It wasn't a sickly sweet smile that she had grown used to seeing in the locker room but a real, genuine smile that was just so Becky. She instantly felt more at ease, and then she felt Becky grasp her hand and squeeze it. "What took you so long?"

Paige chuckled, "I was nervous I guess. Didn't think you'd want to see me. I did some awful things just to get a shot at the belt."

Becky huffed a laugh, "You did, but I forgave you a while ago." She gestured to the seat that had been Dean's and pushed it out for her. Paige sat down, not letting go of Becky's hand.

"How? Why?" Paige didn't want to push her luck, but she was curious how she had earned forgiveness before she had even thought of apologizing.

"Well, for one, you kinda did end up being right about Charlotte. Could have tried to tell me in a better way, but still." Paige shrugged sheepishly, but Becky continued, "But the person who really helped me see it was Dean."

Paige was taken aback, her brow furrowed, "Ambrose barely even knows me. How did he help?"

Becky chuckled, "After it first happened, he found me in a hallway looking through old pictures of us. He talked to me, even though we didn't know each other and told me how people who grew up in the business sometimes can lose sight of things and get blinders. He said that you'd come around and apologize eventually." She smiled at Paige a bit teasingly, "When your pride allowed it." Paige blushed, because that was the exact reason she had not done this sooner.

"The more I thought about it, the more I got it. I was still angry, and I still wanted to beat you in a match or two, but by the time Charlotte turned on me all was forgiven." Paige smiled at Becky; happy that even though she might not deserve it, she had gotten the forgiveness she sought.

"Yeah, Charlotte's a piece of work." Becky hummed in agreement. "You know I wasn't always like that. You knew me back in Shimmer. I could be a brat sometimes, but never to that degree. Being in the locker room with some of the other girls in this place… it changes you. I know it's no excuse, but still…" Paige then offered her their old pinky handshake they had done in PCB. Becky looked at it for a second like she forgot, but she grinned and linked their pinkies together. "Friends again?"

Becky nodded, "For sure. Just next time, talk to me about the title thing. I'm a lot more understanding then you'd think."

Paige looked behind her as Dean leaned against the wall, observing them. "Clearly."

Becky noticed her stare and shrugged. "When Charlotte started hanging out with her dad more, Dean was really nice and ate lunch with me at catering and hung out with me. He was there after Charlotte, after the Royal Rumble, and he's stuck around. We ride together, room together, and hang out outside of work. He's become my best friend."

Paige smiled at how happy her friend looked and sounded. Dean must have been good for her. She grew a devious look on her face, time to see if she and Becky could still get along the way they used to. "So how long have you two been…?" She made a crude hand gesture and immediately giggled at how scarlet Becky turned.

"Me and Dean? Date?" Becky looked like she'd swallowed a globe by how much she was gaping right now. Paige was actually a little disappointed that they didn't seem to be dating. They'd be cute together. But she was having too much fun to leave it at that.

"Well come on, I've heard some good talk about him in the locker room. He must be great between the sheets." Becky's whole face was scarlet and she was stuttering.

"We don't- We've never- It's not like that! We kissed once, but it was-" Paige was grinning ear to ear.

"Oh you kissed him?" she interrupted, "Well how was it? When was it? Tell me everything!"

Becky ran a hand through her hair, and wouldn't look at Paige. Paige would find out by the end of the night every detail of that kiss. Just like old times. And Becky knew it. She just, looked down at her shoes, and mumbled, "I hate you."

And Paige knew that her friend probably wouldn't be able to look Dean in the face for the rest of the night.