A/N: Sorry I've been a lazy sod, hahahaha, but I've been swimming in college work. I've had the next three chapters ready for ages but haven't got around to emailing them to Kaz! So please read, review and hopefully enjoy! PS. Check out Kaz's story The Animal and the Photographer: The Engagement!

(JOHN POV)

I have not been able to get Imogen out of my head; she's driving me crazy. We've met up a few times for lunch and she even helped me paint my living room. My mom came and visited me in Tampa last week and she met Imogen and fell in love with her immediately.

Tonight she's Imogen's starting her new job at Smackdown which suits me perfect as Jeff and I will be performing on Smackdown for a few months in different storylines. I haven't been able to see her yet; Adam's keeping her on a tight leash from the other guys, with good reason. Before In front of me Randy and Dave sit searching through their book of practical jokes to play on Imogen. Randy took it upon himself to visit Smackdown to hang out with the boys.

"I want to see her breasts," Randy says reading over the two pages; "we should do something that involves her taking her top off."

"No," I snap.

"Come on John," Randy begs, "you want to see them more than me."

"No absolutely not."

"John's right," Jeff says tearing the list away from Randy and looking through it. "Putting a lighter under a fire water sprinkler? You do know that's illegal, right?"

"Yeah but you get to see boobies, and the divas loved it when we pulled that prank on them," Randy whines.

"No they didn't."

Randy sulks as Jeff throws the list into a nearby trash can as Adam comes into the cafeteria with Imogen on his arm. She looks gorgeous in jeans and a t-shirt; she always looks amazing. Her warm smile melts my heart as they come over to the table.

"Guys you remember Imogen?" Adam asks.

"Your face is looking better Matt, did that cream help?" Imogen asks and Jeff pulls her into a hug. She comes over to me and hugs me taking my breath away.

"Yes, no thanks to your husband."

I can see her smirk slightly. "If you're going to hit someone please let it be someone besides my husband." Is Imogen becoming more confident? She's so sexy when she's around Matt; she gets so fired up.

"Don't you have a job to do?"

"Actually my job doesn't start until you start flying your fists around."

"What's this loser doing hanging around?" the group turn to see Shannon Moore approaching the table. "Hey I'm Shannon," he says to Imogen.

"Dr Imogen Copeland," Imogen says shaking his hand.

"I didn't know you have two sisters," Shannon says to Adam.

"I'm not his sister I'm his wife."

"I'm sorry…"
"Don't bother with your bullshit apologies. I'm going to go have a cigarette."

We watch her storm out of the room.

"You guys are unbelievable," Adam says, his voice shaking as he runs his hand through his hair. "Don't take your childish personal agenda out on her. It's harassment. Just back off before you break her like you did me."

We watch him storm out of the room, probably going to find Imogen.

"You guys are assholes," Jeff mutters and follows Adam.

"She's hot," Shannon says sitting down, "but dumb as shit. She can do so much better than him, Why is she with him?"

"Maybe she loves him," I snarl; for some reason those words sting.

"Hundred bucks says he cheats in a few months," he says and slams a hundred dollar note on the table.

An hour or so later I find myself leaving the arena searching for Imogen; Jim the trainer said she'd snuck out for another cigarette. There she is; 30 feet from where I stand leaning against the wall exhaling the foul substance. I'm not a smoker, I think it's a disgusting habit, but damn she makes it look good.

I make my way over to her and note how she cautiously lifts the filter to her lips, her hands shaking slightly. She's been crying.

"Hey," I say softly and she looks at me. Wiping the tears away she smiles shyly. "It's ok," I say collecting her in my arms as tears begin to fall and her cigarette falls to the ground. "They're assholes but you can't let them ruin your first night on the job."

(IMOGEN POV)

John's sincerity is touching. I sob into his chest as I cling onto him.

"It's ok," he whispers into my hair, "they can't hurt you if you don't let them. You've got to be strong; Adam needs you to be strong."

I move away and wipe my tears, "You're right as usual. I need to get back in and actually do my job." I move back towards the building; his generosity is overwhelming.

"You're doing an amazing thing," he says and I stop in my tracks, "giving up everything for him."

I shake my head and turn around. "John why are you putting me on this peddle stool? You're making me out to be this hero and I'm not."

"You're a great person, Mo."

"I hate to disappoint you but I'm not that great. I do wonder if Adam is going to cheat on me. My father cheated on my mother every day of their life together but to everyone else they were this perfect couple. What if your friends are right and he does cheat on me? What if someone else comes along? He's only human right?"

"Imogen," he says coming to me and placing his hands on my forearms, "Adam will never cheat on you, he loves you. Those morons in there don't know either of you; but I do."

I hang my head in shame; I can't believe I've just doubted my husband's loyalties in front of someone. I shouldn't doubt him in the first place.

"I'm sorry; I shouldn't think things like that. You must think I'm a bad person."

"Oh hell no," he says, his boyish grin warming his worried face, "you're far from being a bad person. You'd be an idiot not to watch your back but it's my job as your friend to help you through your doubts and set you on the right path. Come on you've got work to do."

I let him wrap his arm around my shoulder and lead me back to my office. He's so warm and considerate and over the past two weeks has proven to be a great friend. I think Adam might be warming to him too.

"This is my stop," I say stopping in front of the trainers' room. "Thanks for listening John."

"Anytime sweetie," he says pulling me into a hug. "Drinks are on me tonight."

I smile and go back into the trainers' room.

Jim looks up at me and smiles warmly. "You're doing a great job kid. The guys can't believe how gentle you are with them."

I laugh shyly and sit on the examination table. "I try."

"Well I for one am glad you're here; doing stitches scares the crap out of me."

"Imogen hurry up. How long does it take to get ready, honestly?" Adam's been whining for the last half an hour, trying to get me to hurry up, it obviously hasn't worked. Tonight we're going out to celebrate my first two weeks working with WWE.

I apply the last coat of lipstick and smooth out my dress. I don't think Adam will wait much longer for me so I leave the bathroom to find Adam lying on our bed flicking through the channels.

He looks up at me and scoots over to me. He circles me, running his hands over my shoulders. "You look stunning. What's the occasion?"

"We're going out to celebrate my new found success in applying stitches to men who like to roll around in a ring and beat the crap out of each other."

"Let's stay in," he whispers in my ear running his hands over my thighs. "You look too good to be let out; I want you all to myself tonight."

I laugh and move around to face him. "We are going out; people are expecting us. Besides you're the one who wanted to go out." I grab my bag and pull him out of the room trying to ignore the sad facepout.

In the lobby we find Jeff and John waiting for us, with Matt, Dave and Randy. My face falls immediately at the sight; a perfectly good evening has been ruined already.

"I promise they won't ruin our celebrations because I will kill them," Adam whispers reassuringly in my ear and clings to my waist.

"You look great," Jeff says pulling me into a hug. "They've already been warned," he whispers in my ear and we look at the trio.

I look to John to see him looking sheepish. I smile and pull him into a hug; he's been very quiet since our conversation two weeks ago.

"Hey," I say to the trio, who are choosing to ignore me, they nod politely.

"We're just waiting for Shannon," Jeff says as Shannon exits the elevator, "and speaking of the devil."

The ride to the bar is silent; Adam grips my hand in the limo forcing himself not to look at Matt who is glaring at him.

"Hey," I say to him quietly, "how you doing?"

"I'm ok," he said so soft he was barely audible, "I just wish they'd leave you alone. What did John have to say about them?"

"He was very nice about it and said to ignore them." I can feel someone staring at me; I casually look around the limo. Is John staring at me? No, why would he be staring at me?

The limo pulls in front of the bar and we go inside, Adam holding me closely. We find various divas, wrestlers and staff in a private room.

"Vince organised it," Adam whispers in my ear. "He figured you'd need a little encouraging bit of encouragement to staystaying."

I laugh, "You're the only encouragement I need, but this is amazing." I let Adam lead me to where Shane and Vince McMahon are sitting in a booth.

"Hey there," Shane says and shakes our hands, "good to see you made it. Everyone's really excited to meet you. The divas are especially excited to see a female trainer."

I smile nervously and look around the crowded room and feel my heart sink - there'sthere are so many people.

After an hour of mingling Adam drags me onto the dance floor. I let him wrap his arms around me and I lean into him.

"Are you having fun?" he asks as we sway to the music.

"Yeah," I say, "people are being really pleasant."

"The divas think you were really nice."

"I'm glad."

"Things are gonna be okay," he says pulling my face to look at him, "you being here has just made this so much easier. I love you."

"And I love you," I say and let him kiss me gently.

(JOHN POV)

For the past hour I have watched her from a distance- ; mingling, laughing, holding Adam close. Now I watch her in his arms dancing, talking quietly with each other. His hands linger just above her hips. I take a sip of my beer not taking my eyes off of them.

Wild Horses plays through the speakers as they continue to sway. That should be me. That smile should be for me. I chew on my finger as they kiss. He's not doing it right- ; he should be kissing her slowly and gently. He should be savouring her taste. What an idiot. I run a hand through my hair. My vision becomes blocked; I look up to see Randy.

"What are you doing? You've been hiding in this corner all night staring at the Doc."

"I just don't feel like dancing," I say and take another sip of my drink.

"No you're being a sick freak. Stop staring and go out there and find a piece of ass."

I shake my head and put the bottle on the table.

"I'm going to ask Imogen to dance," I say and he moves out of the booth for me.

"Your funeral."

I ignore him and make my way to where Imogen and Adam are still dancing. "Hey man," I say interrupting them and they look at me. Imogen smiles her big warm, beautiful smile. "Can I cut in?"

"Sure," Adam says and kisses her on her lips. We watch him walk away.

Imogen lets me place my hands on her hips and she puts her tiny hands on my shoulder and we begin to sway to the music. I bring her closer to me; the warmth off of her body is already driving me wild.

"Are you having fun?" I ask praying my voice doesn't crack.

"Yeah, it's been great so far," she says looking at me with those beautiful brown eyes. "Everyone's so nice." I smile and breathe in her scent; she's wearing her Chanel perfume. "Even Matt and his party of brats have been nice."

"That's good," I say daring to move my hands down a little further. "Did Adam tell you I'm driving with you guys to Maine?"

"Yeah ," she sighs.

"Are you alright?"

"I just feel so useless. I spent my entire high school preparing to be a doctor, I spent thousands of dollars and years slaving at university to become a doctor and here I am stitching up men and examining piss tests. I don't want to moan but it just feels like I burnt out and bled for nothing." Mo looks away for a second and sighs. "I didn't tell Adam but when I told my colleagues at the hospital about coming to work here they all laughed at me."

I kiss her forehead and whisper, "At least you get to hang around the coolest people of all time." I hear her laugh against my chest. "What you did for Adam is the most amazing thing anyone can do- . yYou sacrificed everything for him and he's so lucky to have you. Now go back to your husband and have a great night. I'll see you in the morning."

I hug her and watch her walk over to Adam who pulls her into a hug.

"You got it bad," Randy whispers in my ear as he passes by; I wish he wasn't right.