Peyton eyed Randy across the elevator. The doors slid open, letting a man in a business suit step on. Peyton reached over and pushed the button for her floor. "Don't do it, Peyton." She ignored him, eyes focused on the doors, waiting for them to open again. Once they opened, she rushed out. "God damnit, Peyton." Randy leaned out, keeping the doors from closing, "Make up your fucking mind. I won't wait forever."

"I know."

Swiping the key card into her door, she pushed it open and stepped inside her hotel room, grabbing her phone from her pocket. "I'm back. Go tell him yourself." She stared at the screen, hesitating, then hit send.

Fifteen minutes later and no response, she went to the bathroom and brushed her teeth, still able to taste Randy. Looking in the mirror, her hair was a tangled mess, makeup smeared and clothes wrinkled. She desperately needed a shower. Deciding she would get a workout in first and take a shower when she got done, Peyton went to her bag and grabbed her work out clothes and a change of shoes. She slung the bag over her shoulder and jumped when a knock echoed through her room. Peyton swung the door open, half expecting Randy to be standing there fuming.

"Hey." It was Jon, hands shoved in his pockets, head down, eyes shifting up to her.

"Hey."

"Going somewhere?" He motioned to the bag on her shoulder.

"Just going to head to the gym. It can wait."

He didn't say anything, just walked in to her room and sat on the end of the bed. "So, anything exciting happen at the signing?"

"Jon, just ask what you really want to know." She dropped her bag to the floor and sat at the top of the bed, too tired for any games.

"Did you fuck him today?"

Peyton nodded, struggling to find her voice. "Yeah."

Jon picked at a hole in the knee of his jeans, pulling at the frayed fabric. "This how you felt last night?" He looked over at her, blue eyes studying her face.

"I don't know. I guess, probably."

"I feel like I've been kicked in the chest. It fucking sucks and I don't like it. Why did you say it didn't bother you, me with that girl?"

"I lied, Jon. Was I suppose to be honest and say how much it fucking sucked? We're just suppose to be something casual. Casual doesn't include getting jealous when the other one hooks up with someone else."

"Was today…was that to get even? Are we even now?"

"I'm not keeping score. It's not a game. That's a no-win situation for everyone."

"Then why?

"Why did you do it? At least Randy and I have a past."

"To show myself I could. To convince myself that this," he motioned between them, "wasn't turning in to what we both know it is. But, at least whatsherface never stood in my room telling me how stupid and weak and pathetic I am. I'm not a good guy, but he's a fucking dick."

"He didn't…" Jon cut her off, "I swear, if you even try to defend him I'm done. That's bullshit. You sound like some battered woman. He talks horrible to you, yells in your face, says all sorts of shitty things and you want to make excuses for him. He introduces you to his fucking dealer and then gets mad at you when the mother fucker shows up?"

Peyton looked up at Jon. He'd moved and was standing in front of her trying to keep his voice low. "I needed to know that when this doesn't work out, that he would still be there. It's not right, I know that. In fact, it's completely fucked up, but I don't do being alone so great."

"What do you mean when this doesn't work out?"

"I mean, when you get tired of me and the drama that clearly seems to follow me around."

"Darlin' being with me ain't all sunshine and daisies either. Everyone has their fair amount of skeletons in the closet. You're pretty much the closest thing I've got to anyone who will put up with my shit and doesn't expect anything in return."

"You are kind of a handful."

"I know. Hell, I'm two fucking handfuls."

"Can we start over? Clean slate? Slow this all down to a pace that's more our speed?"

"No, we can't."

Peyton stared at him, not expecting that answer. "Well…ok."

"I mean, we can't start over, no clean slate…I ain't wiping off the body shots and playing quarters. That shit," he tapped his forehead, "burned in here forever."

Peyton laughed and rolled her eyes, letting him pull her to him, "But we can slow down. We're still going to be mattress dancing but everything else…that can work itself out."

"Mattress dancing? Ugh, you obviously talked to Joe."

"Yep…and remind me to have a long talk with Boobs Bella about her comment about you getting some Samoan in you."

"Good luck with that."

Jon leaned down, moving to kiss her, she held her hand up, covering his mouth. "Shit woman, how slow were you talking about taking things?"

"You just might want to wait for any kind of physical contact until after I get done with the gym and have showered."

"Oh…yeah. You hit the gym, I'm going to grab something to eat with the guys." Jon walked to the door, stopping, his hand on the knob. "I feel like we should hug or fist bump or make out or something before I leave. I'm not really sure how this works."

Peyton laughed, "Me neither. We'll figure it out. For now, go eat." She shooed him out the door, grabbed her bag off the floor and headed toward the gym, texting Nikki on her way, "Getting my gym on." Nikki responded immediately, "Be there in 5."

"You made up. How cute." Nikki rolled her eyes. "For the record I've converted. I'm not Team Randy anymore. I'm Team Joe."

"Nik, there is no Team Joe."

"Not yet."

"How about you just be Team Peyton?"

"I can do that. You know I just want you to be happy."

"I know and I appreciate that." Peyton finished taping her wrists, pushing at the heavy bag in the corner. Nikki jogged on the treadmill, watching Peyton pound on the bag in front of her.

"But how is it going to work doing this angle with Randy and Dave now? Awkward much?"

"I haven't even really thought about it to be honest. But, I can't imagine it's going to be a lot of fun." Peyton jabbed at the bag. Left, left, right. Left, right, left, right, right. Each hit she connected a little harder, testing her strength. Nikki heard the pop and saw Peyton double over, grabbing her arm, "Son of a bitch!"

"Oh my God, Peyton. Are you okay? What happened?" Nikki rushed over, helping Peyton to the bench at the end of the room.

"It's my wrist. It just gave out." She leaned her head back, not bothering to wipe the tears away from her cheeks. "It hurts like a mother fucker, Nik."

"Hang on. I'm calling a trainer." Nikki walked to her bag and pulled her cell out. "Doc? It's Nikki Bella. I'm at the hotel gym with Peyton. She just did something to her wrist. Yeah, the right one. Okay. Thanks." She hung up and turned back to Peyton. "He's on his way down."

"Who are you calling now?" Peyton asked, watching Nikki pace the floor.

"Hey. It's Nikki." She sighed and rolled her eyes, "Yeah, the one with the boobs. I'm at the gym with Peyton. She just snapped her wrist or something. Doc is on his way down to check it. Ok. Yeah, I will."

"Jon?"

Nikki nodded, "Does he always refer to us as Boobs Bella and No Boobs Bella?"

"No."

"Good."

"Sometimes you're Tits Twin and Brie is The Other Twin."

They looked up when the trainer entered the room, walking over to Peyton. "I gave you that brace for a reason."

"I know, Doc."

He eased her arm over, asking her to wiggle her fingers, and moving her hand around, pushing and rubbing on different spots. "Good news, I don't think it's broken, but it is dislocated. I can reset it, but it's going to hurt. And you have to start wearing that brace or you're going to end up needing to have it surgically repaired.

Jon, Joe, and Colby walked in to the gym just as the trainer popped Peyton's wrist back in to place, a string of curse words flying out of her mouth, her left hand gripping on to the seat of the bench. "I can give you something light for the pain," Peyton cut him off, shaking her head, "No, I'll be fine." "Well," he wrapped her arm, placing a new brace over her wrist, "if it starts hurting too bad, let me know. Otherwise, Tylenol, Aspirin, keep it elevated for a while to keep any swelling down to a minimum. You shouldn't miss any ring time, just don't rely too much on that wrist."

"Thanks, Doc."

Peyton stood, letting Nikki grab her bag and toss it to Colby. "You," she pointed at Jon, "make sure she takes it easy with that arm."

"Will do."

She poked him in the chest, glaring up at him, "You hurt her and they will be finding your body parts all across the country."

"Yes ma'am." He mock saluted her.

She turned to Joe, "And you, I still have hope for." She patted his cheek, "Call if you need me, Peyt."

Joe looked at Jon and shrugged his shoulders, "Can't help that I'm irresistible."

"Can we please go now? I really need a shower." Peyton caught her reflection in the mirror. Tears staining her cheeks, her black hair falling from her rubber band, mascara smeared across her eyes. "I look disgusting and," she lifted her left arm, "probably smell even worse."

"Well, you certainly don't smell as pretty as Jon did earlier." Colby held the door open, letting them all leave the room.

"So," Peyton walked out of the bathroom, feeling much better after her shower, wearing a Motley Crue t-shirt and a pair of shorts, her hair loose and wet. "About the show tomorrow…"

"Yeah…"

"I have a segment in the ring and one backstage with Randy."

"Yeah, that should be a lot of fun."

"That's what I told Nikki. Kind of like a lobotomy with no anesthesia." Peyton sat on the bed, easing up to lean against the headboard beside Jon.

Jon glanced at his phone, reading a text and typed in a short response, hitting send. "That was Colby. Him and Joe are going to grab a beer."

"If you want to go, you should. We're going to have to figure out the whole trusting each other thing sometime, might as well start now. Besides, I'm just going to watch TV until I fall asleep. My arm is still pretty sore, feeling better though."

"Eh, they're just running to the store down the block and coming back to the room. Besides, I'm afraid to find out what Bella One might do if she found out I left you alone tonight."

"She can be a little protective." Peyton scooted down on the bed, curling up against his side, resting her injured wrist across his upper body. "Did you just sniff me? Again?"

"Yep" His chest vibrating slightly with a small laugh, "you smell so much better now."