I have to say this might be one of my favorites so far :D

I woke two days later in a hospital room with Jon snoring lightly, his head on my leg. I was confused and dazed. Like a three day drunk daze. Wendy was standing at the window with Lexi and Candice. Lexi seen I was awake first and came to the side of the bed.

"Hey girl." She whispered. Looking at Jon she said, "He hasn't left your side. Or slept much for that matter."

Wendy left to get the nurse when I asked what happened. Jon stirred when he heard my voice. First time he's ever woke up that easily, I thought. Lexi moved back when he stood to lean over me.

Pressing a kiss to my forehead he said, "God, it's good to hear you."

The doctor and Wendy came back into the room. The doctor started asking the stupidest questions at rapid fire. "Do you know where you are? Who is the president? What is your phone number? Where do you live? What year is it?"

When he paused at the look on my face he asked, "What?"

"I was just wondering if you wanted me to answer all in one breath or if you'd like me to take a breath at some point. That's all."

My friends laughed and Jon said, "She's alright."

The doctor was still perplexed so I answered his questions and then, "When can I leave?"

He starred at me. "When can you leave? You were unconscious for almost seventy two hours and you want to know when you can leave?"

"Yes."

He said something about wrestlers and then told me they would have to run some tests and if all was good then I'd get out sometime around six pm. When he walked out Jon asked if anyone wanted anything from the vending machine. Wendy went to call Cody and Lexi and Candy decided when Jon came back they would go get a real meal for everyone. Jon came back and said Wendy went to the gym because Cody wasn't answering his phone.

He sat on the end of my bed facing me his loot in his lap. "So how are you feeling really?"

He knew me too well. "I'm fine. I feel fine."

We sat in silence for a few minutes while he finished the four candy bars and a coke. I stared at him I wanted to know if what his ex had said was true. I didn't think him a cheater at all but Jon had a way with women. He swallowed the last bite and sighed.

"Out with it."

"Out with what?"

He looked at me. "Really? You aren't going to ask me about Cathy?"

"Oh so the ex has a name. Yes I wanted to ask but…"

"…but you were scared to know the truth." He finished.

"No I don't…I don't know. I'm tried I know that. I want you to hold me and just shut up I know that too."

He pushed me over a bit until he could fit his big body beside me. "I'm sorry I haven't slept and it's been a long two days. I shouldn't have said anything now."

I leaned back against him and kissed his jaw line. "I understand and you're right I don't want to know. I do want to know who the other girl was though."

He laughed. "There was no other girl. Well there was but she was more of a figment of my memory than anything else at the time."

"Uh…" What?

"I mean it was you. I couldn't get you out of my head and Cath kicked me out when she heard me say something over the phone to Cody. You were the other girl or rather your memory. I don't know why she fucking flipped like that. She's the one who threw my shit at me and told me not to come back."

"So you are a cheater." I laughed. "It's hard to be jealous of yourself."

"Well ya know." He kissed the top of my head.

We laid there in silence I started to drift off when Jon's breathing became deeper but I was interrupted by the door opening. When I set up the nurse smiled at me held her index finger to her lips as if to say shh. She wheeled in a chair after I settled in she pushed me out the door and gently closed it.

"That boy has hardly slept since you were brought in. Is he your husband?"

I laughed. "No just my boyfriend but we've been together for a year or so."

Wow had it been that long since I asked him if he wanted to come home with me? I was shocked and had to count in my head. Sure enough we'd been officially been together since the summer of 2009. I wondered where the time had gone but then again Jon nor I were really good with dates and stuff like that. While I contemplated mine and Jon relationship length the nurse made small talk on the elevator on the way to the x-ray department. I heard a ding and realized she had just gone through the department's door. Wow was I out of it!

"Got one for ya, Big John."

Big John as it turned out was a rather large man standing almost two feet taller than me with an even bigger grin on his face. An x-ray tech with a smile? Yep this guy liked causing pain. I thought standing up. We did everything that needed to be done turned out I did in fact have some broken bones they just couldn't see them the first time they looked. Big John was concerned about a few of my ribs that hadn't healed in the right place but I soothed him over with offering a free pass and guest pass to the next HWF event. Les and Cody might kill me but it got me out of there fast.

Jon was awake and setting in the window when we came back in. The morning sun hitting him just right haloing his head like a fallen angel. He still had a sleepy look in his eyes but he smiled when he seen me. The nurse made sure I was settled before heading off to find the medical supplies she needed to wrap my hand and wrist.

"So what's the verdict?"

"Blunt force trauma, like I hit something. A person's face maybe." I joked but didn't get nothing out of him. "I broke my left hand and wrist. If it were up to me I would just leave it alone but Trish, the nurse, said the doctor wouldn't let me out if I didn't have the proper cast."

"That sucks. At least you're right handed." He ran a hand through his hair and mussed it. "Oh I called that lawyer guy for you. Told him you'd had an accident and might not make it on next Thursday."

"Thank you. You didn't have to, ya know?"

"I know but I also know how freaked out you are about going and I didn't want you to have to make the call. And now with you being hurt I'll be driving more on the way and a man's gotta sleep some time." He grinned.

I smiled back. "I'm not completely broken, Jon. Just my wrist and hand on one side. I can drive."

"I'll make you a deal you let me take care of you and on the way back you can drive. Deal?"

"Yep!" I said as Trish came back in.

Lexi and Candice came back about an hour later and Wendy brought Cody. I told him the deal I made with the x-ray guy then because hey if he did strangle me at least I was already at a hospital, right? He wasn't mad mostly because he was too grateful I was okay. We all ate the Chinese food the girls had picked up while we waited for the doctor to come in and release me. A few of the people from Bahama Mama's and the gym came by with get well stuff, including a four foot tall bear. The time passed and the doctor finally showed up.

"Well, all but the broken wrist and concussion everything looks fine. I'll let you get dressed and then send the nurse in with your papers in about thirty minutes." With that he walked out leaving Jon and I staring after him.

"Well. Okay then." I gave Jon a questioning look, "Where are my clothes?"

He went to the little cubby and pulled open a drawer. "Lexi and Candy brought these." He threw me a duffle. "They said they were your favorite when you guys traveled so that's what they grabbed out of the car."

Luckily I like to travel in sweats and a tee most of the time. Sure enough my mid-calf black and white sweats and Jon's old 'Explicit Mox Violence hoodie were there among sneakers and sock, cotton panties and a bra. When I was dressed I rummaged through the bag again sure enough I found a ponytail holder and a brush.

"Candy had to think of this." I said as I pulled my hair back.

Jon's phone went off. He read the text. "Cody wants to know if we're leaving tonight or not."

"I don't guess. I mean you called the guy and bought some time, right? So can we just go home and leave in the a.m. some time?"

"Works for me." He sent a text back.

When the nurse came in an hour later she asked all the basic questions and finally, "Okay sign here and you're free to go."

I signed so fast I don't think it was even my name. I wanted out of that place. I might still be injured but I was fine with that. And then she called me back to the nurse's station. "I'm sorry Hon. You forgot to put the date. It's June sixth."

Once we were settled in the car he asked if I was hungry. Which of course I was. I hadn't eaten much lunch and we'd missed supper because we had to wait for the doctor to come in. He drove to our little dinner where we went almost every night if we could but they had closed early. So we decided on take out and going home to eat. Once we got home we headed to the bed room not bothering to turn on the lights in any other part of the house. Went we set on the bed Jon hunted for the remote to the TV and I split our food between us and rested against the head board.

I laughed when he flipped over the side of the bed like a child. "What are you doing?"

"Looking for the remote." He tossed back from under the bed.

"Oh you mean that black rectangular thing sitting on the dresser?"

He grumble and looked at me annoyed. "Yes. If you knew where it was why didn't you tell me?"

"I just seen it, like right before I said anything." I threw a noddle at him.

He grabbed the noddle off his shoulder and put it in the bag. "I love you."

"Why because when you get annoyed I throw food at you?" I laughed.

"No because you might be the only person that would dare throw food at me." He said tossing a fortune cookie at my face.

"So you want to start a food fight, then?"

"Sure" A pea hit me on the forehead. "We need showers anyways."

"Jonathan!" I said his full name out of surprise from the pea hitting me. "You are such an ass!"

Of course more food was thrown. He dared me I couldn't help it and he responded in kind. We started trying to catch it in our mouths which only worked a few times. By the time the food had ran out most of it was on us or on our bed.

"Ugh! Look at the mess you caused." Jon joked cleaning up the mess off his shirt. "Screw it."

As he threw his shirt off I did the same our clothes were too dirty to try to salvage so they ended up in a pile. We were standing in the middle of our room staring at each other.

"I want a shower or rather need one now. But I can't with this stupid thing." I lifted up my arm.

"Wait. I have an idea." Jon went into the kitchen.

I followed him enjoying the way the muscles in his long legs and butt stretched and contracted as he walked. He walked into the kitchen and hit the switch. Light flooded the place and he went to the cabinet under the sink.

"Here we can put this on your arm and you can shower without getting it wet." He held up a trash bag. "When Scotty broke his arm in Germany we had to tie a bag on his arm too. But I'll help you shower I don't like Scot that much." He said.

"Works for me!"

He followed me to the bathroom. He made an animalistic noise deep in his chest and I looked back. He had that look in his eyes. The one that turned his eyes dark blue. The one that said he wanted to throw me against the wall and take me whether I said yes or no. The one that turned me on and made me wet before he even touched me.

"Like what you see?" I said walking into the bathroom.

"I love what I see." He grabbed my hips and turned me around. Kissing me hard he picked me up and dropped me on the counter.

"Oh gees. That would ruin the mood." When he looked at me I said, "the cold of the counter."

"Oh I get ya. I'll fix that." He turned on the water in the shower and then turned back to me. "Here give me your arm."

After he had my broken arm wrapped tightly and water proofed in the trash bag he separated my thighs so he could slip between them. I wrapped my arms and legs around him and he carried me to the shower holding me with one hand and opening the door with the other. Setting me on the bench seat he hit the button that would let the water spray from all the heads.

"God, I love this shower." He said coming toward me.

I tipped my head back enjoying the hot spray. I opened my eyes when he ran his long fingers through my hair. He washed my hair gently and careful of the bump still on the back of my head and the stitches that were there from the doctor having to remove a piece of glass from the back of my neck. I moaned it felt so good. With him being gone in Germany and Japan for the last few months we hadn't been able to do anything but talk on the phone and video chat and with him rooming with a bunch of guys even phone and video sex was hard to come by.

"Jon." I said reaching for him.

He knew what I meant and picked me up only to sit down with me in his arms and gingerly twist me around until I was straddling his thighs. He kissed me, one of those long dizzying kisses that could last forever and you wouldn't care. I wrapped my arms around his neck and ran my fingers thought his soaked hair. He kissed his way to my chest and I tilted my head back.

I hissed when the stitches on my neck caught on each other.

Jon stopped. "We probably shouldn't be doing this. Should we?"

"Are you serious right now?"

He grinned halfheartedly. "Fine then but we're going to do it a different way."

He stood up but never dropped me. I wrapped my legs around his waist. Jon walked to the front of the shower turned off the water and captured my lips at the same time. Holding me up with one arm and opening the shower door with the other he stepped out. We kissed the entire time he walked to the bedroom. He only broke the kiss when he set me in a chair. He threw the food ridden comforter off. Then came back for me laying me in the middle of the queen sized mattress. Then went to the end of the bed and stood there in all his dripping wet glory.

"See I said I was going to take care of you." He started to crawl from the bottom of the bed. "And that my lovely is what I plan to do."

I opened my legs for him. For Jon I'd just about open a bank vault so he could rob the place. He paused at the v there. But only kissed my thigh. He continued up my body planting kisses randomly. His lips touched mine and he settled between my legs most of his weight on his elbows. He kissed the tip of my nose, forehead and cheeks, finally he made his way back to my mouth. I gave to his kiss and his touch. He took it willingly and without force. Tonight there would be no rough round about play or heads banging into the headboard of the bed. No tonight Jon was just Jon and I was just Kianna, tonight we'd make love slowly and let it burn out slower.

We had never been the couple that talked much during sex a few jokes or sentences here and there but never actually talked about anything. We went hard and fast most of the time but tonight was different all the way around. I knew Jon could be a goof ball and the worst asshole you could ever meet and I also knew he had a sweet sensitive side. But that side hardly came out Jon Moxley couldn't care and wouldn't care to be sensitive even for me but Jon Good, the man behind the driving force known as Moxley, did know how to be sweet and caring, he was the Jon I was seeing tonight. We talked about anything and everything as we slowly reached the peak together.

"You that is the first time I've ever done that." Jon said afterwards as we laid wrapped in each other's arms.

"What had slow sex? Or talked during it." I asked only half kidding.

"Smartass." He mumbled into my hair. "No and yes. I'm mean the slow part, mostly, before you it would be in and out in the fastest time possible. If I talked it was to say shut up or how much. Honestly I never cared passed that."

I turned in his arms to look him the face. "Is that because they would know you weren't Jon Moxley, Mr. off the charts crazy, all the time. Or was it because of something else?"

He smiled then. "Never thought about it. Maybe it's because if they knew the real me; I mean Moxley is the real me but you every person has two sides; then they'd try to fix me or something." He rolled to his back and inhaled deeply. "And maybe the chicks I slept with didn't mean a damn thing and weren't worth getting to know or letting them in."

Fix? I thought. "Fix you? Why do you say that?" I asked brushing his hair back. I loved his hair but to read Jon his eyes were key and his hair covered them most of the time.

He looked at me. "Broken down street kid grown into broken crazy wrestler because it's the only thing I'm good at. Yeah, fix."

I set up his words shocked me I knew about his childhood about his mom being a prostitute and about some asshole, who I really wanted to kill, making him sell drugs until he learned enough wrestling moves to actually fight back. I knew there were still some people that seen him as that but I didn't know Jon seen or defined himself like that.

"You can't fix what isn't broken, Jon. You, my love, are so much more than what those people see or want to see. You are good at more than wrestling but you love it and you're damn good too so why mess with a good thing. But you can cook. And my God can you kiss! You're not that broken little boy anymore or the puck ass wrestler." I paused to let it sink in.

He stared at me. His eyes turning a lighter blue. "You think so?"

"I do."

He made a cross between an ugh and a grr sound and kissed me. "I love that about you."

"I know. What would you do without me?"

He said nothing so I kissed his chest and laid my head there listening to his heartbeat. I fell asleep shortly after. When I woke up the next morning it was to a ringing phone. I set up and a blanket slipped to my waist I realized Jon must have covered us up after I'd fallen asleep. I heard him say hello from another part of the house. Running my hand through my hair I groaned. Tossing the blanket aside I stood up and walked to the dresser pulling on some of Jon's sweats and synching them up tight to fit my smaller frame and a hoodie with Mox written in permeate marker across the back. The hoodie was mine so it fit a little better than the sweats.

I walked out of the room only to catch Jon telling the person on the other end to shut up. I stopped and listened. He had to be talking to his ex by the sound of his voice, that was dangerously calm, calm on Jon could be very bad, and the conversation.

"You could have killed her! Jesus Christ! Shut the hell up. I told you I'm done with you. Why?" He puffed out a laugh. "Because you're a fucking psycho! Oh my God. Really? You didn't mean to slam her into the mirror or the wall enough to cause a level three concussion? Oh yeah I believe that one! Don't call me again from any number. I don't give a damn if you're bleeding to death. Do you understand?" he hung up the phone.

I didn't want him to think I was listening in so I walked into the kitchen like I had heard nothing. "What's wrong?"

"I know you heard, Ki." His voice was low as he tried to suppress his anger.

I said nothing so he turned from the counter and looked at me. Taking me into his arms he said, "I'm sorry." He kissed my forehead. "There is a reason you shouldn't date a psycho bitch that only became a wrestler after all the wrestlers stopped wanting to screw her."

"Jon!" I looked up at him only a little surprised.

"What? It's true. You hungry?"

We drove to our dinner and had breakfast before we left to go to Texas. We were almost done when Jon got a call. I prayed it wasn't her again, he might actually make sure she bleed to death if he had to slit her throat to do it. Fortunately it was his boss Cas. He'd gotten a good location for one of their annual blood and gore shows but Jon had to be in Missouri in two days and he was a headliner.

"Wanna make a pit stop on the way to Texas?"

"Huh?" I said around a mouth full of bacon.

He took a bite of his food, chewed and swallowed and said, "so much for my time off is what I'm really saying." He relayed what Cas had told him. "He took the location and jumped it's a little early but whatever."

"Well then let the mayhem roll. But after we finish breakfast. "I joked.

We headed out about eleven thirty Jon was still insisting on driving the whole trip. So to annoy him a little I played with his stereo. And ended up changing the station to a God awful country station that only played old country. I laughed at the look on his face.

"What? We are going to Texas, Jon." I laughed.

He said nothing just set at a right light and looked at me. I smiled and tried to cover the dial with my hand but he was faster and hit it auto-scanning through all of Cincinnati's stations we were three miles from town when it landed on a classic rock station.

"Well it's old but at least it's good." He laughed.

As we drove to Missouri I had to sleep most of the way, Jon's driving was bad enough when I didn't have a headache but today it was making me sick. When I woke up we were stopped at a gas n' go. I unlocked the door and got out to stretch my legs.

"Well hello Sunshine." Jon said in laid back drawl. "Thought you were never going to wake up."

I stretched my arms above my head and walked to the drives side of the car where he was pumping gas. I leaned against the door. "If you wanted me awake you should have woke me up." I teased. I knew he wouldn't have woken me.

"You were just too damned adorable. I couldn't force myself to do it."

My stomach growled. "I'm starving. Want anything?" I said reaching back into the car to grab some money out of my bag.

"Yeah you know what I like. And here's the money for the gas. I'm gonna go take a leak while you pay." He walked me to the door and then split off heading to the restroom.

I paid for the gas then went to look for food. I picked a few protein bars, waters and two sandwiches. When I walked to the front of the store again to pay for my goods two scuzzy looking men were standing there. I was trying to ignore the cat calls and other rude remarks while I paid out.

"Hey pretty thing." One called.

I handed the cashier the money and ignore him. They laughed about something but I wasn't going to acknowledge them. Working in a bar had taught me when to ignore guys like this. They were blocking the doors when I turned to leave.

"Excuse me." I said a little bit annoyed.

"Oh my my my. I think she said something Gage." The fatter of the two said.

I turned to the cashier who was no help pretending he was wiping off the coke machine. Okay fine we'll do this my way, I thought. I asked them to move but one only scooter over a hair. But it was enough for me to slip by. Or so I thought the fatter one grabbed me around the waist just as I walked past him.

"What the fuck?!" I let out a little scream. "Get off me!" I kicked and tried to punch.

The cashier heard the commotion but instead of coming to my rescue he said. "Hey guys take it outside."

I was going to kill that little pissant when I got done with these two. The fatter one dragged me out just as Jon came around the corner. "What the fuck?"

"Nothing to worry about man. My girlfriends just a little drunk is all." Fatso said.

Jon laughed low. "No she's mine and you really want to take your hands off of her."

I kicked the smaller of the two away from me and into him. He swung and missed. Jon nailed him between the eyes and he went down. "Now I said let her go." He said calmly stalking toward Fatso.

He shoved me to the ground when the clerk came out and shouted that the cop had been called I stood up faster than I should have but even dizzy I managed to land a hard and well deserved punch to the pissant's throat. Jon laughed and grabbed my hand. After we got out of there he asked why I'd punched the clerk I told him exactly why.

"That's my girl." He said pulling me across the seat toward him.

"Thanks for being the distraction I needed, babe." I joked I honestly didn't know if I could have fought off both men if he hadn't been there. I kissed his cheek. "Where are we?"

"Some little shithole town called Odin outside of Joplin."

We drove in silence for a while until Jon pulled into a motel. "Why are we stopping here?"

"Because I don't like staying in the same exact town as where the matches will be. Especially these types of matches."

We paid for our room and settled in for the night. I took a shower while Jon drank a beer and watched TV. When I walked out on only a towel he was sprawled across the bed. The TV was off and he had ear buds in. His eyes were closed but he wasn't asleep. I wish I had a camera so I could capture him like this, all thoughtful and almost innocent.

"Jon." I said loud enough where he could hear but not so loud that it was a shout.

He slowly opened his eyes. I noticed they were bright grey tonight. I think his eyes were one of the top things I loved about him; they changed color depended on his mood. A friend told me once they were better than a mood ring, if only I knew which color went with what emotion.

"Yes." He took in what I was wearing. "Well this is better than what I was thinking about by far."

"Oh. And what were you thinking about?" I said dropping the towel and crawled on the bed.

He shrugged. "Nothing much."

"So you weren't thinking about tomorrow?" I snuggled in close.

"Well of course." He ran a hand though my hair. "I'm just hopping it's a nice day. It's hard to see when it's raining."

"Just a little. But if anyone can do it you can." I said kissing his cheek.

"Oh! I can feel the confidence rising!"

"Oh you're a smartass Jon Moxley." I always called him Moxley when he was just being an asshole.

We laid there in silence. My head on his chest his arm resting on my waist. I could feel his breathing deepening as he fell asleep. I looked up at his face and wondered if anyone had ever told him just how innocent he looked when he was asleep. I kissed his lips and rolled to face the wall. He rolled with me spooning his body around mine.

"You're not getting away that easily." He whispered in my ear. "You are going with me tomorrow, right?"

I looked over my shoulder at him. "Duh!"

"I love you." He said as he laid his head back on the pillow.

"Love you too."