A/N - Happy Wrestlemania Day!

I'm going to write my 'Mania now before I see it, but I won't be posting that for another week or two, much drama to come. I've jumped ahead in my writing and I'm going to fill in the blanks tomorrow once I've had my girlies round to watch Mania. So, I hope you enjoy this, it's a little eventful…some more of Katrina's history.

Read, enjoy, review and have an awesome Wrestlemania Day!

If reviews/hits are quick and fast, then there might be 22 before 'Mania, I'm feeling generous cause the sun is shining and it's Mania day.

Enjoy!

Chapter Twenty-One - Fearless.

I woke up back in my hotel room. I must've fallen asleep in the car. I sat up slowly to find Eve standing at the doorway to the bathroom, towel drying her hair, smiling at me. "You and Matt nothing, huh?" she laughed. "That's why he carried you upstairs instead of waking you up in the car. I saw you two on camera, there was something there. But then you and Jeff. Wow. No wonder him and Debbie had a fight."

Information overload.

I had been awake thirty seconds and had this information bombarded at me. Not good. First of all, why had Matt not just woken me up in the car? Second of all, why was everyone starting to think that there was something going on with me and Matt? And Debbie and Jeff had a fight? That couldn't be my fault, well, it could be. They could've fought about anything. Anything at all.

"There is nothing going on with me and Matt."

"I don't believe you. Although if there was, at least it would get you off the hook with Debbie. Last I checked Jeff was down in the bar, get yourself cleaned up and go find out what happened."

The bar was full of superstars celebrating after the taping of episode 500, even though the real party was on Friday after it had aired. The party which I was missing out on, stuck in corporate events in Connecticut from Thursday until next Tuesday's taping. I had changed into a denim skirt and white shirt, my hair in a loose ponytail, fading plum strands falling around my face. Paul spotted me at the bar and handed me two beers, "One for you, one for the depressed enigma in the corner."

Jeff was sitting in the booth nearest the restrooms alone. There was no sign of Debbie. Or Matt. I took a drink out of one of the bottles and walked over, placing the second bottle down in front of Jeff. His face was free of the paint that he wore during his match in the taping. He pulled off psychotic worryingly well. "Y'ok?" I asked, taking the seat opposite him.

"You didn't hear about my fight with Debbie?" he said, taking the bottle in his hands and holding it to his lips for a second before drinking half of it. "Basically…" he trailed off, "She doesn't want us hanging out."

I choked on the beer I had in my mouth, covering my mouth so that I didn't spit it in his face. Swallowing hard, I cleared my throat before saying, "Oh."

"I told her she was being ridiculous. It's gotten serious. If I wanted serious right now, I wouldn't be with her y'know…" he looked up from the bottle and smiled at me.

I tapped the side of my bottle nervously, "Jeffy…" his smile widened when I called him this, "We're acting like a bunch of hormonal teenagers. But we're not, I'm not playing games anymore. I don't wanna get hurt." I sighed. We sat in silence, continuing to drink our beer. I had been honest, possibly foolishly, but there was no use in pretending. I finished what was left of my beer and placed the empty bottle down on the table. "This isn't what I want us to be, but I don't think we can have what I want. Not now," I sighed. His fists tightened in anger. I couldn't do this, not to him and not to myself. I spotted Eve walk into the bar, my escape route had just arrived, "I'm gonna go catch up with Eve, and we both owe Paul a beer."

It wasn't long before the girls decided to go to a few bars in town. I decided to give it a miss, using the excuse of having an early flight in the morning. Also because I knew the more I had to drink, the more likely I was to cry. The last thing I wanted to be doing was pouring my heart out to a bunch of girls I didn't really know. It's hard to know who to trust around here.

I took my two empty bottles and placed them on the bar when I spotted Cena, "Last time I checked, this was a Smackdown party, get your skanky Raw ass out the door!" I laughed, pointing towards the exit, before hugging him.

"They just couldn't keep your pretty face in an office any longer then?" He slid an arm around my shoulder, "Beer?"

"Always," I smiled, taking the bottle from him.

"You do know how to pick them…" he trailed off, nodding towards Jeff who had been joined in the corner by Matt and Debbie.

Tucking the fallen strands of hair behind my ear, Debbie caught me looking over and glared at me. I replied with my best smile before taking a long drink of my beer. "How'd you mean?"

If there was one thing I hated about John Cena, it was his ability to read me like a book. A few weeks in Europe stuck on a bus, there was a plethora of midnight conversations when neither of us could sleep. He was one of the few you could trust, which I did. He knew all about the Simon thing, mostly because I used it to stall the possibility of us furthering our relationship.

"You don't fool me Tina…" John being John, had to call me something that no one else did. He put his arm around me and leaned close, "You and Jeff," he whispered, "He hasn't taken his eyes off you all night."

"Which begs the question, why have you had your eyes on Jeff all night?" I laughed, trying to hide the niggling feeling in the pit of my stomach at the mention of his name. The suggestion that there was an 'us' and the thought that he was watching me, and he possibly felt the same way about me, that I did about him. What? Why would he do that. He can't do that. He shouldn't be watching me. He should be completely concentrating on Debbie. Anything but me. As if this isn't all awkward enough without people starting to notice the tension between us. Not that John would say something, but if he had picked up on it, others were bound to have notice too. Maybe even Debbie.

His comeback was interrupted by Paul approaching, "Can I borrow you for a sec?" I nodded, swallowing the lump in my throat, and he ushered me into the hotel lobby. "What's going on?"

"Well I was about to buy you a beer, now we're standing in the lobby for no apparent reason." I was being short with him due to my frustration at Jeff.

He glared at me.

"Debbie doesn't want me and Jeff hanging out. So either she knows something or she's threatened by me."

"Wouldn't you be?" he asked.

"Threatened by me? Why?" I glanced back into the bar, Matt was now standing at the bar talking to John. No doubt finding out what was going on there. He did say he would look after me. Why did guys have to be so confusing. "Because of the storyline?" I guessed.

"Maybe, or…?" Paul trailed off, happy to let me play the guessing game.

"I don't know Paul. I wouldn't be threatened by me, I'm a mess." I could feel tears fill my eyes. "I'm petrified of getting hurt again," I admitted, " don't do anything. I was only meant to be back on the road to Mania and then I'm back to my apartment and my 9 to 5. I'm nothing to be threatened by, I'm nothing, nothing at all."

"Whoah, Kat," he pulled me into a hug and I started to cry, "Where's all this coming from?"

"Can I blame the beer?" I sobbed into his shoulder. He held me and then his hold of me loosened as he passed me into someone else's arms. I wasn't paying attention to who it was, I was just concentrating of stopping crying. I never cried. Not in public. Especially not in front of the majority of the roster.

"Do you want to go upstairs?"

Jeff.

I blinked rapidly to try and stop the tears, breaking our embreace, "I should go…" I moved towards the elevator.

"Kit, don't," he sighed, following me.

"I'll be fine. Please just go back to the bar. Back to Debbie, please?"

Looking defeated, his shoulders dropped as he sighed walking back towards the bar. John was walking the opposite direction: from the bar to me. Paul would've told him I was upset, and would now no doubt now be relaying the story to Matt.

"She's got a tendency to push away, the people she wants closest to her," I heard him say as he passed Jeff. He was doing this deliberately so I could hear, which I could tell because he then spoke to Jeff again, this time I couldn't make out what he was saying. The elevator door opened, empty, so I walked in, holding the door for John. "You never cry."

"I know," I sighed, hitting the button for my floor.

"It must be pretty bad then."

I nodded. It was more than just pretty bad. It was awful.

Eve was convinced that there was something going on me and Matt. Something I was trying to convince myself otherwise, especially after the kiss at the taping. Although I still had plans to set Matt up with Louise, seeing as he said he had a cute voice and they had a good giggle at the apartment over the weekend. Maybe I was just imagining things with Matt. At least I hope I was.

Debbie was up to something. Whether or not she knew something, or just thought she knew something, she felt strongly enough about something to tell Jeff she didn't want us hanging out. But if she did know something, then surely I wouldn't still be in possession of all of my fully functioning limbs.

And then there was Jeff. Jeff Hardy. Enigma. Daredevil. Artist. Poet. High flyer. Fearless.

If only I could be fearless with my heart.