It was weird being in another country on St. Valentine's Day, let alone one whose language was so drastically different from English.

Did they even celebrate Valentine's Day in Japan?

No matter if they did, it didn't change the fact that Cody Runnels would have much rather been home with Becky in Marietta than tagging with Oscar the Grouch in Tokyo.

It wasn't even that he didn't like the city because truth be told, he loved it.

Mainly, it was the fact that his tag team partner, Bob Holly, was the only person who could make him miserable on Valentine's Day.

Or miserable in general.

Cody couldn't even understand how his wife, Sandra, lived with him on a daily basis.

He let out a laugh as he realized that he was rarely home to live with her… and that was probably why they were still married, thankfully for Bob without children.

"Cody Garrett Runnels! I am going to kill you!" a shrill voice called from the door as a pounding noise began resonating around the room.

The spiky-haired twenty-two year old shot up from the couch.

When Becky used his full name, Cody knew something was up.

When Becky threatened him, he knew that she meant it.

However, Becky had just done both.

Cody's blue eyes widened as he heard footsteps outside of the door.

He was fucked.


By this time last year, her hotel room had been filled with roses of all different colors, mainly pink, white, and red.

But as the statuesque blonde known as Charlie West lounged in her room at the Hilton, there wasn't a petal, let alone a leaf in sight.

It used to be a lot easier way back when, before… well, before this past year in general. Guys seemed to be a lot easier to find and if they were hard to hold onto, so be it. She didn't care.

Over the course of the last five years, she'd gotten any guy she wanted.

With a smile, she couldn't help but recall them all…

It all started with Jason Reso… he was her first in the WWE, still known as the WWF at the time, before the World Wildlife Foundation made the argument that everyone was confusing the Rock with a panda.

Then, she moved on to Adam Copeland. Quickly, though… she got bored.

Like brother, like brother… well, kind of.

Then there was Dave Bautista.

God, she adored that man in bed. Upon his entry to the WWE in 2002, he was pretty green in the business and rather lonely to boot.

He was the one who admitted to her that he had a weakness for women, despite the fact that he was in love with the one he was with.

Charlie didn't mind at all and told him that it would be their little secret. Although, his little indiscretion with Melina pissed her off a little more than she'd ever admit, Dave was still her go-to guy, even when they were on separate shows.

After Dave moved shows, Charlie moved onto Chris Irvine, known as Chris Jericho professionally. Although, that didn't last for too long after he got married… and had a son.

It was after this that Charlie began moving in on the rookies, counting the Bashams, Jindrak, O'Haire, and Cade amongst them.

Soon though, her taste for the rising stars continued.

After a brief fling with John Cena, which came after he broke off his long-time engagement, she quickly moved on again.

Then there was her particular favorite of them all: Randy Orton.

Steroids or not… the man was good. REALLY GOOD. And Charlie took advantage of every ounce of him.

She didn't care about his girlfriend, fiancée, drowned rat… whatever he wanted to call Samantha. With Randy it was all about one thing: sex.

And he was excellent at it.

But these days, after more than two years of messing around sporadically, it had become increasingly difficult to hide the affair from everyone, including his new wife.

With the internet dirt sheet websites become more and more trafficked, and more and more sources leaking information, it was only a matter of time before their relationship was leaked too.

While neither party had cared before, as Randy and Charlie's reputations were both less than stellar, it was clear that if they kept it up, his newfound image as a family man, with a child on the way, would be ruined.

And despite their differences, and no-strings attached agreement, she cared about Randy's career too much to let that happen.

She'd break it off one of these days… just not right now. Not while she didn't have anyone.

The conquest of Ken Anderson was merely an ego trip for Charlie, as he pretty much completed her lengthy list, and she didn't want to be labeled a home wrecker if she nailed him before the wedding.

That would just be tacky.

With a smirk, she glanced down at her perfectly manicured nails.

Yes, her list was just about complete. There wasn't a single person left in the locker room that she hadn't bedded.

Maybe that's what was getting to her as of late. She was growing bored and there was a definitive lack of fresh meat on the roster.

Correction… attractive fresh meat on the roster.

Sure, there was Cody Rhodes, whom Charlie had her crystalline blue eyes on the moment he walked through the arena doors for the first time, but he was her sister's guy.

And despite any current ill-feelings towards her younger sister, she couldn't do that to Becky.

Morals aside, Charlie still knew that blood was thicker than water.

And the West bloodline ran through both of their veins.


The door flew open and smacked into the wall with a loud thud.

"Hey, baby," Cody rose to his feet, rubbing the back of his neck as his girlfriend blocked the doorway, which had now been closed off completely.

"Don't you 'hey, baby,' me, asshole," Becky scowled at him.

"Shit," he mumbled and ran a hand over his hair. "What did I do?"

She crossed her arms over her chest, "Something incredibly fucking stupid, even for you."

Cody chewed on the inside of his cheek as he struggled to come up with something that he had conscientiously done wrong over the last twenty-four hours… but came up with nothing.

"I'm drawing a blank, here… give me a hint?"

Becky's emerald eyes darkened at him, "This is not the time for a fucking guessing game, Runnels."

"Okay, so what is it time for?" he raised his eyebrows at her, but then began to regret the words almost immediately.

"In a moment… it'll be time for me to rip your favorite appendage from your body," she retorted sharply, not missing a beat.

If there was anything he knew not to do in life, it was antagonize Rebecca West. She'd come back at him a thousand times faster and a million times more vicious.

So why was he ignoring every instinct in his body?

"Whoa, whoa," Cody cringed, his denim-clad legs curling inwards at the thought, "No need for that. It's your favorite part too."

"No, it's not," she came back at him even faster. "You want to know what it really is?"

Cody nodded, "Sure."

"Your eyes," Becky stated plainly and then covered the distance between the two of them, staring into them. "Because no matter what your mouth says, they never lie."

Suddenly, fear washed over his entire body.

"Alright…"

"I'm going to ask you this once and if you lie, Cody…" she trailed off, holding his gaze firmly, "So help me, God…"

"Go ahead," he replied softly. "Ask away."

"Is there someone else?"


The boys today in the WWE, whom she had yet to turn into men, anyway, seemed to be of higher moral standard then they used to be.

It was easy back in 2001 and 2002. She'd show interest in a guy, turn on the charm, and he was putty in her hands. A hotel room romp later... wham, bam, thank you, m'am… it was done.

Things were so damn complicated these days.

Charlie rose from her position on the couch and sat down in front of the vanity.

Upon her debut, people compared her looks to that of Torrie Wilson.

At the time, when Torrie was young and fresh, one of the most beautiful women in the WWE, it was a comparison that she adored.

Now, though, she would vomit at the mere thought of it.

At thirty-two years old, the Boise-native needed more makeup that Joan Collins needed cosmetic surgery and would be on her way out soon enough.

Thankfully, within a year, all comparisons had ceased and now she was the Diva that people were comparing rising stars to.

After another quick glance in the mirror, she noticed that her makeup had faded slightly.

Reaching for her eyeshadow brush, Charlie dropped it from her hands and let it fall to the floor as another thought hit her like a ton of bricks.

If Becky was in line for a title shot, could she be on her way out too?


"Why would you even ask me that?"

"Just answer the damn question, Cody!" Becky continued the question. "Are you cheating on me with someone else?"

"No," he replied firmly, his sapphire eyes boring into her emerald ones. "There is no one else but you."

For a moment, Becky continued to study his eyes, looking for every answer they could provide.

Finally, she got the response that she was looking for.

"Okay," she nodded.

"Thank God," he sighed and wiped away at his forehead.

"No, no, no…" she wagged a finger at him, "Don't think you're off the hook yet. You've still got some major explaining to do."

Cody chuckled at her, envisioning what Becky might look like as redheaded as Lucille Ball, and sat down on the couch, "And why is that?"

Becky frowned at him, unable to tap into the mental picture in her boyfriend's brain, "Because the Crispy Bitch got her flowers before I got mine."

"The Crispy Bitch?" Cody's eyebrows furrowed as he looked up at her.

The Crispy Bitch… the Crispy Bitch… oh.

"You mean Melissa?"

"Yeah, I mean Melissa, Runnels," her hand quickly traveled to her hip. "I want to know why she got flowers from you because I'm sure there's an incredibly practical reason as to why you sent her any… and why she got hers before me?"

"Becky," Cody stood up and took her hands in his, "Number one, your surprise is waiting back at the hotel room. Number two… I never sent her anything."

"But on her Myspace… there's a picture," she tried to defend herself. "It's of her and her roses… and I even signed onto your account so that I could further investigate it all. There's a card and everything!"

"I swear to you, Rebecca," Cody assured her and placed a kiss on her forehead, "I NEVER sent her those roses…"

"But if you never sent them… then who did?" Becky looked up at him with cloudy green eyes.

For a moment, both of them tried to think of someone who could have sent them.

"Motherfucker," Cody shook his head as it hit him.

"You know who sent them?"

"Yeah," he nodded. "And so do you…" he added, his eyes attempting to transfer the answer into her brain.

A half-smile crossed her face and they both nodded their heads, "P.J."


"Motherfucker, I am going to kill you!" Becky sniped into Cody's cell phone as he drove back to the hotel room.

"Whoa… whoa… whoa…" P.J. tried to defend himself on the other end of the phone. "It's not my fault that you can't take a joke."

Cody tried to fight the smile playing on his lips. By the end of the conversation, he knew that P.J. would have a new hole in his body.

"It's not my fault that you don't get laid enough to know that condoms come in three or six-packs," she countered spitefully.

The smile had officially turned into incredibly loud laughter at her retort.

"Fuck you, Runnels," P.J. yelled at his friend, whom he could clearly hear in hysterics. "That's not funny."

"Yeah, it is, man," his friend replied, still chuckling.

"You know what, you're officially off of my top eight," the other Georgia native stated angrily.

"I guess you'll have to find some other way to get people to your page now, P.J. I mean, once you stop commenting Cody, none of his fans will even care to look for his response on your page," Becky informed him with a smirk on her face.

"Fuck you too, Becky," P.J. shot back again, unable to muster up with any more comebacks.

"No thanks, Cody already does that for me," she added, her voice dripping with sarcasm like sap from a tree. "Speaking of which, we're at the hotel. I've got to go. Bye, P.J.!"

And with that, she hung up the phone.


"No, no… not me," Charlie assured herself, fixing her perfectly lined lashes. "They love me too much here."

Once again, she stared into the reflective glass.

Who really loved her in the WWE?

Not Adam Copeland. Not Chris Irvine. Not John Cena. Not Ken Anderson.

Not Dave Bautista. Not Randy Orton.

Not even her own sister loved her.

A lone tear scraped down the porcelain skin of Charlotte West, as she came to the realization that she was all alone and not even a night with Dave or Randy could make her feel any more whole inside.

She was empty.

She was cold.

She was unloved.

And on a holiday meant for lovers, created by greeting card companies, Charlie couldn't help but wonder where the one man who wasn't on her list actually was… and what he was doing in the absence of his significant other at the moment.

A knock on her hotel room door caught her attention and she let out a sigh.

More than likely, the 6'4" chiseled statue that was Randy Orton was on the other side, looking for a little fun in the foreign country, where they could have a secret rendezvous with little repercussions.

But in her saddened state, not even a tryst with Randy could cheer her up tonight.

Charlie smoothed down her dark blue jeans and baby blue tee shirt as she stood up from the bed and walked to the door.

"Listen, I'm kind of having a bad night…" she started, pulling the door open, only to stop mid-sentence once it was open.

There he was… the man on her list.

"Hey," he greeted her with a charming smile.

"Hi," Charlie smiled back at him with her pearly whites. "You're not who I expected."

"Oh, you're expecting someone?" he asked her and then nodded slowly. "I'll leave you alone then…"

"No, wait," she halted him. "I just… I just thought you'd be someone else. I'm not expecting anyone, actually."

"Oh, okay. Cool," he replied brightly.

"Do you want to come in or something?"

He shook his head, "No, that's alright."

"I swear, I just cleaned it all up… it's spotless…" she trailed off.

"It's fine, thank you anyway," he laughed at her. "Listen, everyone has plans for tonight and I think I'm one of maybe three guys on the roster who is awake right now. Do you want to come hang out with me, watch a movie or something?"

"If you guys are having a boys' night, I don't want to intrude…"

"It's just me tonight, Charlie," he assured her with another smile. "Look, I know you're having a bad day. I knew it the moment you walked into the arena tonight. And me? I'm having a pretty bad day myself. Since tomorrow's a free day and sleeping in is definitely an option I intend to pursue, I just figured that maybe a night in with some movies and video games is exactlywhat we both need."

Charlie leaned against the doorframe, "You want to hear something funny?"

"Sure," he replied, crossing his arms over his chest.

"I couldn't even tell you the last time I played a video game," she admitted with an embarrassed grin.

"All the more reason you should come," he encouraged her. "Come on, it'll be fun. I'm a spontaneous guy."

"What makes you think that?" she laughed and then tucked a strand of blonde hair behind her ear. "Alright, I'm in. Let me just grab my cell phone."

"I'll wait here…"

"You know, you can come in for five seconds," Charlie rolled her eyes at him. "I don't exactly have my laundry strewn about, you know."

"I like the carpet out here better though," he laughed. "The colors are much nicer than the brown crap you have for flooring."

Charlie swiped her phone and key card from her nightstand and walked to the door, "You would definitely say something like that, Jeff."

Jeff flashed a classic Southern grin at the blonde as she shut the door behind her, "I believe I just did."

In her head, she couldn't even believe that she was going back to Jeff Hardy's hotel room without the slightest intention of sex in the back of her mind. Perhaps... he'd be the reason she'd change after all.


"Cody, you can take your hands off of my eyes!" Becky tried to pry his hands off of her face as they walked down the hallway. "I am not going to peek."

"I trust you, Becky," he replied, "But not that much. I want this to be a surprise."

"Fine," she pouted as they approached the doorway. "Can I look now?"

"No," Cody refused as he pulled out his key card and swiped it before opening the door. "Okay, you ready?"

"Mhmm," his girlfriend nodded eagerly.

He released his strong hands from her eyes, "Open."

Becky gratefully obliged and her jaw dropped as she caught sight of the room.

From the door to the bed was a long trail of red and white rose petals. The rose petals were strewn all over the bed, as well.

Deep red and peach candles were lit all over the room and were casting a dim glow around the room. However, the two sources of bright light, the lamps on either side of the bed, were covered by two red pieces of chiffon, draping the bed in a crimson glow.

Lastly, there were five balloons lining the pillows near the headboard, four were red and white latex, the center one was a red Mylar heart.

"Cody…" Becky trailed off in awe, her emerald eyes sparkling in the candlelight. "This is beautiful."

"A beautiful room for a beautiful girl," he beamed down at her as she turned around to face him and pressed her lips against his.

A few moments later, he pulled way, "Wait, wait. Not yet. You have presents to open first."

"Presents?" her eyebrows raised at the notion. "Where?"

Cody walked a few feet ahead of her and picked up a small, white baton with a pin point on the end, "In the balloons."

"You mean, my presents are inside the balloons?" her eyes widened as her smile broadened.

"Mhmm," he nodded and handed her the popper. "What are you waiting for? Go pop those balloons!"

"Gladly," Becky agreed and walked over to the bed. "I'll save the heart for last."

"Good plan," he laughed and watched as she popped the first balloon.

"Codes," she cooed as she finished reading the rolled up piece of paper. "You bought me a star?"

"Yeah," Cody smiled at her. "That way, whenever we're not together, I can look up at the star and think of you… and maybe, you'll look up at it and think of me."

"Always," she whispered to him and turned to the next balloon, popping it with ease.

"Now, this isn't as romantic as a star, but…"

"Stop," she halted him and held up the gift. "Is this the key to your house?"

Her boyfriend nodded, "Yes."

"Never say you're not romantic," she shook her head at him and popped the third balloon.

"This goes with your last present," he informed her as she pulled out the thin jewelry box from the latex.

"Cody," she sighed as she opened the box. "Is that a key on the bracelet?"

"You're full of questions tonight," he chuckled. "But yes, it is. It's a charm bracelet. That key is your first charm. I intend to get you a new one to add every Valentine's Day."

"It's beautiful," Becky remarked as she linked it around her wrist. "I'll wear it all the time."

"Just don't wear it in the ring, okay? I know that it's sturdy, but I don't think it's been Phoenix-tested yet…"

"You're an idiot…" she rolled her eyes at him and popped the last of the latex balloons, finding another small jewelry box, which she quickly opened. "Whom I happen to love."

"I'll take that as a compliment," he chuckled, for what seemed like the millionth time that night."

She held the delicate snowflake charm in the palm of her hand, "I thought you'd only get me charms on Valentine's Day."

"I lied."

"That's okay. I like it too much to stand on my principles and make you take it back," she shrugged her shoulders and attached it to the bracelet already on her wrist.

"Okay, last one, Becks," Cody noted with a chuckle.

"Last one," the raven-haired woman concurred and then popped the heart balloon, which released a small jewelry box. "Did you just sit in a jewelry store for an entire day?"

"Not an entire day," he grinned boyishly at her. "Open it."

Becky's hands ran over the red velvet of the box and then slowly, pried it open.

Inside, nestled in the box, was a looping band of white gold with a star on each end, one raised slightly above the other, a half-carat diamond resting in the center of each.

Becky bit down on her lower lip, "Oh, Cody…"

"It's a promise ring," Cody explained to her as he sat on the edge of the bed, a few rose petals falling to the floor. "I mean, I know we haven't really been together than long and I'm not sure where life is going to take us. I'm twenty-two years old and I'm not ready to get married right now, but despite being young, I'm old enough to know that I love you. I love you more than I ever thought that I could possibly love another human being. So this ring…" he trailed off, taking the ring from the box and holding it in his fingers. "This ring is my promise to you that I will remain faithful and that no matter how far away we are from each other, for whatever reason, I will always keep you in my heart. I will look up at your star… and I will think of you. I want you to look at this star… and think of me. Will you wear this ring, Becky?"

Tears began to pool in Becky's emerald eyes and she tried to fight them through her smile, "Of course."

Cody slid the ring onto her finger and wiped away at her tears with the pads of his thumbs, "I love you, Rebecca West."

For the first time in a while, she didn't even mind that he had called her by her first name. Maybe that was all part of the change that he had been the catalyst of.

Becky glanced down at the ring and then looked back into Cody's deep blue eyes, "I love you too, Cody Runnels."

With a smile of his own, Cody stroked the side of her face with his hand and leaned in, lightly pressing his lips to her own, connecting once again with the woman he had every intention of spending the rest of his life with.


A/N: Hey, Becky... how was that?

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