A/N Hello all and my apologies for taking for ever with this chapter. Thank you all for waiting patiently, even if you didn't ;) In this chapter there is going to be a LOT of misspelling because I've gotta write in a thick Irish accent. Hope y'all don't mind and hope you can decode my weird phrasing. And a little 'ugh' on how short my chapter is…those kind of things bug me! Yet I just couldn't write any more without it being overkill…No more to say here, so let's get started :D

Chapter Fourteen—Surprise, Surprise, Suprise

-December-

Catalyn was running around the back half of the quaint little house she and Sanja shared. She was cleaning and getting ready for a special visitor she was having. Evan. He had a couple days off and was coming to visit. Now, of course they cleared it with Sanja, who just laughed and said so long as they didn't wake her with raucous love making, she was cool. This of course made Evan go speechless and Catalyn turn red with embarrassment. Yet, it was about an hour until he'd be over and the red head was making absolutely positive that everything was going to be perfect. She had changed out her sheets, scrubbed the bathroom spotless, vacuumed all the floors and swept and mopped the carpet less ones, stocked the fridge and freezer, made sure the living room was set precisely to her likings, and hell the girl even made sure the lawn was mowed and the bushes trimmed to her liking. To say she had a couple days of pure OCD was an understatement.

Sanja, on the other hand, was sitting in the living room reading a cheesy romance novel and teary up at a particularly cliché scene. All the while she was munching away at a bowl of popcorn that she had prepared as her favorite snack. She could hear Catalyn moving around and cleaning already spotless things. Truly, with a little snicker, she wished they had people coming over more often so Catalyn would do all the cleaning and the likes. She was suddenly snapped out of her daydream of having the main guy in the book sweeping her away on one of her horses and riding into the sunset to do nothing but make love for the rest of their lives when the doorbell rang. She called out, "Kitty! Door!"

"Can ye get it? I cin't get this fecking thing out!" What she was trying to get Sanja didn't know and didn't care for; instead she shoved her bookmark between the pages and set the book aside. The doorbell rang again. She huffed, "I'm comin'!" She walked over and turned the knob, pulling the heavy wooden door back with a smile. There at the door was a man about six or so feet tall with skin like coffee creamer, emerald green eyes, and flaming hair with a few grey streaks that was pulled into a short, low ponytail at the nape of his neck. Sanja smiled, "Can I help you?"

The man smiled politely, "Oi'm 'ere ta sae Catalyn." His accent was thick and barely understandable, but is Sanja could decode Catalyn, she could decode this guy. He wanted to see her redheaded roommate. Telling him to wait, Sanja guessed it was a surprise visit from a family member or old friend. Walking back and letting him into the small living room and out of the chill, letting him take a seat, she walked down the hall. Turning into a room she saw her friend trying to pry an old box of something from a shelf.

Catalyn turned as she heard her friend enter. She grinned, "Who was it?"

Sanja shrugged, "Some guy is here to see you. It's not Evan. He's Irish, though."

Curious, the young Irishwoman walked down the hall and emerged in the living room. The man heard her and stood. Sanja, who had followed her friend, watched as green eyes met green. Then she saw Catalyn's face turn a bloody red color. The woman began shaking with rage. Her thin, invisible line between calm and anger crossed. Taking a breath, Catalyn didn't hold back an inch, "What kind of fecking ballsch is this! I don't remember tellin' ye tha' ye could jist barge on in on me!" She took a step toward him, still yelling. Sanja, realizing this wasn't someone she should have let into the house, slowly backed away. Catalyn went on relentlessly, "I've got 'alf a mind ta give ye a right clatter ta the jaw right 'ere and now!"

The man shook his head, getting a little mad himself, "Catalyn ye cin't kaick me outta o' yer loife entirely. Oi'm yer da, and yer da I'll always be."

She glared at him, "And I'm an adult who cin do whot ever the hell I want!"

Bryce Reidy started staring her down, "Look, oi came 'ere ta see me girl asince 'er birthday ain't ta far from now."

Catalyn scoffed, "Since when 'ave ye ever given a damn about me birthday! Da, I'm twenty-fecking-four! Twenty-foive in two weeks and it's been seven years since ye've ever given a damn! Jaysus!"

He took a step towards her, "Now look 'ere Catalyn. Yer me inion. Me layttle girl. Oi've got the roight ta see ye."

She glared at him, "Not after ye fecked it up with Ma."

His turn to get red in the face. Staring her down, he growled it out, "Foine, oi came 'ere cause yer ma mentioned ta me a bit ago tha' ye were doin' well an' had even found yerself a gued man. Oi ne'er though' ye would raylly git a loife out 'ere."

Catalyn smirked pleasantly, "And ye thought ye'd come and see it for yerself?" He simply nodded. She thought it was funny how he seemed to give a shit. She chuckled, "Well, I am doin' jist fine. I've got me tigers, me friends, and me gra, me love. Now, if'n ye don' mind. I do love ta chat, but I'm expecting someone right soon an' I don' think ye'd want to meet them."

Bing-bong! Too late. Without taking her eyes off her father for more than a second, Catalyn crossed to the door. She opened the door and her heart almost stopped. He was early. Thirty minutes early…She gulped before yelling out a happy…and somewhat a somewhat shocked sounding, "Evan!"

The brunette at her door smiled and pulled her into a pleasant hug, "Hey Cat." Looking over her shoulder, he saw a man he thought he'd seen before. Pulling away he nodded, "Who's that?"

Catalyn looked back to her father, who was staring at Evan with curious eyes, and sighed, "Evan, meet me da."

Evan's smile faded away. He knew about the relationship between his girlfriend and her father. The look on his face was a shocked curious. He looked to his girlfriend, who had anguish in the situation written all over her face, "What's he doin' here?"

Bryce smirked, "Oi came ta sae me daugh'er an sa 'ow she wos doin'. I cin guess yer the…boy…oi'd 'eard aboot from 'er ma." Evan nodded slowly. Bryce smiled and clapped his hands together, "Well then, pleased ta me ye!" He held out a large hand to Evan.

The wrestler looked at the man's hand, but seeing as how he was still Catalyn's father, he shook it, "Hello. Evan Bourne, Cat's boyfriend."

Catalyn bit her lip before pulling in Evan's suitcase. She then turned a pleasantly fake smile to her father, "Well, lovely seein' ye da, ye don' wanna miss yer flight." She began pushing her dad towards the door. She thanked God when he didn't stop her from pushing him onto the front steps. He was about to say something when she waved, "Bye! And how about waitin' another seven years before I 'ave ta deal wit' ye again!" She slammed the door in his face. Leaning her back against the door she slid down it with a heavy sigh.

Sanja emerged, "I'm sorry Kitty. Had I known I wouldn't have let him in."

The redhead shrugged, "He wouldn't 'ave left…I just hope he don't bother me anymore. I really can't stand tha' man…" Sanja apologized once again before leaving the house out the back door to go riding.

Evan sat down beside Catalyn and soothed her out of the teary-eyed anger she was feeling. He kissed her forehead and gave her a hug. He then smirked and began leaving playful kisses along her neck, all the while talking, "You know, for the first time in a month an' a half to see you, it's not turning out too well." Kiss, kiss, kiss…He even gave her neck a tiny nip, "Such a terrible beginning." He could feel Catalyn's skin actually beginning to warm up, but for a totally different reason than the previous emotion.

She giggled, "Well, love, I can think of one particular way to get on a better foot." Oh, say no more! Evan hoisted Catalyn into his arms and with some damn good guessing, found his way to her room, where they took part in a kind of recreational activity that would make one's head spin! A particular activity they took part in most of his visit. In her bedroom…the equipment room of her enclosure…the enclosure itself…all the while being very sneaky about it since they didn't want to disrupt Sanja's day-to-day life.

After his three days were up, Catalyn awoke one morning alone and sad. It had been the best three days of her life…and now they were gone. He'd left the night before and the bed had seemed so empty…The only thing that put a smile on her face was that she knew the next time she would see him because they had mapped out meetings to perfection. It would be a lonely two months, two that were worth waiting.

As the time passed her right on by, Evan's absence became unnoticed with more important things taking place in her mind. She only had three and a half months left to finish training the girls for the next traveling season and she needed to start taping her routine. The Cirque always had understudies; they were actually the people who helped getting the show going. Aside from the main performers were the ones who would take their place if ill or whatever. Catalyn always taped her routines that way she never had to teach her understudy to do anything and the girl could just watch the tapes.

But along with Evan's absence there was another, this one completely unnoticed and uncared for. A dangerous one…