a/n am I awesome or what? This flashback is pretty awesome, it doesn't tell you what happened to make her leave, that won't happen for a bit, but it does explain a bit... I think lol. Big thanks to XODaniiOX, Just a Bit Natty, Julzi, Neurotic-Idealist, Irshbeth, LindseyRedfield and tvrox12 for reviewing!

Saturday, January 30

Enemy by Fozzy started to play and I hastily grabbed for my phone, I excused myself and answered it. I know it is extremely rude, but I always answer my phone. It could be really important.

"Hello?" I asked uncertainly as it was an unknown number,

"Is this Claire?"

"Yes?" why would you be calling me if you didn't know who I was?

"I have a man here; I believe his name is Michael."

"I'm sorry; I don't think I'm the person you should be calling." I went to hang up,

"No! Wait! He's really drunk, and he's been saying your name over and over again." The man explained and I sighed,

"It's midnight; I'm just getting home from a date..." I trailed off, "Where is he?" I gave in; I got the address and hung up.

"Everything alright?" Dennis asked and I sighed again,

"I've been called to an emergency pick up call. My friend got drunk and won't a bar." I explained and Dennis laughed,

"Sure, go ahead."

"I had a great time."

I shook my head as I reached the bar, it was a strip joint. I walked through a whole lot of people, one guy tried to feel me up, and reached Michael.

"Michael." I groaned and shook my head at the sight in front of me. He looked like he had passed out on the bar. His hair looked like it had once been a faux-hawk, but just barely.

I walked towards the drunken man and made him stand up, "Come on." I said despairingly. I pulled his arm over my shoulders so he was somewhat balanced, "Thank you," I said to the barman who nodded and gave a little wave. I pulled Michael to the awaiting taxi and pushed him inside. "Back to the hotel, please." I said to the driver once the door was closed. I leant over Michael to do his seatbelt up.

"You're tired." Michael said, his words slurred.

"It's one o'clock in the morning, of course I'm tired." I yawned and sat back down to do my own seatbelt up.

"I'm sorry."

"Just be quiet, please." I said and he went quiet. The cab arrived and I paid the driver before pulling Michael out of the car and towards the hotel's elevator.

"If anyone sees us Michael, we're going to be in trouble."

"Why?"

"You're wrestling tomorrow, tonight, in the Royal Rumble. You're not supposed to drink the night before a big show, you should know that."

"Why will you get in trouble?" he asked when we reached his bedroom door,

"You have a girlfriend," I stated and he nodded. I pulled his key card out of his pocket and slid it in the door. It opened and I pushed him inside, I was doing a lot of pushing because his feet weren't really working. He sat on the bed and I sighed, "Take your shoes off." I ordered, and he complied. That's one good thing about a drunk Michael Mizanin, he was complying, more so than when he was sober.

"You're beautiful." He was also full of compliments.

"Thank you," I said, "Now go to bed."

"I don't want to go to bed."

"Michael, go to bed. Please. I'll be back at ten with some Tylenol."

"Why can't you stay?"

"You have a girlfriend. Look, just go to bed. I'll see you in the morning." I sighed and actually tucked him in. He looked so pathetic I couldn't help it.

Sunday, January 31 – The Day of the Royal Rumble

As promised, I was at Michael's room at ten in the morning. Having gotten three hours sleep. As I had to be up at six to do some cardio with Ted.

I had taken Michael's keycard with me when I left, so I wouldn't have to wake him up by knocking on the door.

"Michael?"I asked as I entered the room. He wasn't lying in the bed. He was sitting at the table, staring absent minded out the window. "I brought you some Tylenol."

"What did I do last night? I can't remember a damn thing."

"I don't know," I answered honestly, "All I do know is that I had to collect you from a strip club at one in the morning. Care to explain why you were at a strip club? When your girlfriend could pass as a stripper?"

"I don't know why I was at the strip club." He grumbled, disregarding my comment about Maryse. "What day is it?"

"Its Sunday. It's the morning of the Royal Rumble." I answered and he ran a hand through his hair,

"I fucked up, didn't I?"

"No one knows, Michael. If you take the Tylenol, have a shower and try avoid bright lights, you should be fine." I put the Tylenol on the table with a glass of water, and sat down at the other chair.

"Why did you come get me?" he asked,

"The barman said you were saying my name." I shrugged,

"Did you drop everything you were doing? To come help me out when I've been nothing but an ass?"

"I had just got done on a date; I was going to go to bed." I answered honestly,

"I think I'm still drunk." He mumbled, rubbing his temples.

"Wouldn't surprise me." I half laughed. He looked up at me, his eyes full of question. I knew what was coming next.

"Why did you leave, Claire?" he asked and I shook my head,

"I can't tell you," it was quiet, almost a whisper.

"Did I do something wrong? Was it me?"

"No," I said honestly,

"So it's just a coincidence that it was me who you ran away from?"

"Yes, it was Mike."

"Tell me the truth Claire! Since when have you kept secrets from me?"

"I've kept this from everyone!" I shouted, shocking myself,

"Except Ted. You told Ted."

"He's my best friend! He has been since I was seven!" he stood from his seat, anger showing all of his face,

"Get out."

"What?"

"Get out of here! If you won't tell me, I don't want to speak to you!" he boomed and I stood up, fearful that he might become angrier. I grabbed my bag, and walked hastily from the room. Memories from the day I left plaguing my thoughts.

-Flashback; June 16, 2009; Third Person-

Claire threw a pair of shoes into her suitcase, followed by her pyjamas. Michael was watching her put everything away, just assuming she was packing for the next town, as they had to leave shortly. Little did he know, things were about to change. She zipped up her suitcase and threw her backpack over her shoulder.

"Where are you going? We don't have to leave for half an hour." He said confused as she rushed out the door.

"I'm… Ted… I'm going with Ted." She spoke, her voice faltering.

"Is everything okay?" he asked, noticing the quiver in her voice.

"Mhm." She mumbled and nodded, before running out the door. Mike didn't believe her for one second, so he rushed out after her.

"What the hell?" Ted asked as Claire brushed past him, followed by Michael. Claire stepped onto the elevator, quickly hitting the button for the ground floor, followed by the close doors button. She breathed a sigh of relief as the doors closed before Michael reached her. She started to cry, she didn't want to do it. She didn't want to lie to one of her best friends. But she just had, twice. The doors opened and she ran out into the lobby, then out the front doors to a taxi she had called before hand. She climbed into the back after putting her suitcase into the trunk.

"Just go, I'll tell you in a minute." She said to the driver, after noticing Michael had just exited the elevator. He was standing at the doors of the hotel in disbelief. She sighed and turned back around, not wanting to see the heartbreak and confusion that was written all over his face, the disappointment on Ted's as well as the confusion and mistrust on Cody's.

"Where to ma'am?"

"The airport, please." She said to the cab driver who nodded his head.

*Meanwhile, back at the hotel*

Michael turned to face the Legacy members, a sad and angry look on his face,

"Well?"

"Well what?" Cody asked, the confusion still plastered over his face.

"Where did she go? She said she was going with you guys."

"Does it look like I know where she is?" Cody snapped, glaring at The Miz. Both turned to the silent Ted DiBiase, who was watching them bicker.

"What?" he asked with a shrug.

"Where is she?" They asked in unison.

"She has a name," he said seriously and turned around, walking back into the hotel,

"You know where she is." Mike concluded, grabbing the younger man by the wrist, "Tell me."

"If Claire didn't tell you, I'm not about to. It's her damn business. Now let me go," Ted said, ripping his arm from Mike's grip.

a/n this is your very last chance to get an OC suggestion in! Message me! Next chapter we will meet the object of Cody's wet dreams lol