The next morning, Mollie got up and got ready for her breakfast date with John. But first, she knew she needed to check on her friend. She got ready and made her way to Stu's room and quietly knocked. Stu answered the door with a yawn.

"Hi Mollie," he greeted her sleepily.

"Hi…how's B?" she asked.

"She's well, I guess. She's a tad bit ill from lack of sleep," he replied with another yawn. "She's in the shower."

"I figured that," Mollie laughed. "You look exhausted. Why don't I take her off of your hands for a few hours and let you get some sleep?"

"It's quite alright," Stu said but Mollie insisted.

"You've got a big day. You need your rest."

Just them Brooklyn emerged from the shower. "Hi Mollie," she greeted her friend.

"How are you feeling?" she asked.

"I'm ok…" B replied.

"You're staying with me while the boys are gone," Mollie informed her.

"But…"

Stu stepped in, "No buts B. You really don't need to be alone while we're overseas. I'd feel better about it."

Brooklyn sent Stu a glare that made Mollie cringe.

"I'll come get you after breakfast." Mollie smiled. "Just be ready to go, since you're inactive tonight."

Brooklyn nodded and Mollie excused herself. Once Mollie was gone Brooklyn turned on Stu. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"

"What are you talking about?" Stu asked as he went to lie down.

"I can take care of myself Stu. I'm an adult. I just have a little head injury. Nothing I haven't had before." Brooklyn was feeling the pressure build in her head from raising her voice. Not to mention she hadn't slept in a day, so she was cranky and exhausted.

"I know you can. But the doctors said that you need to rest and take it easy. You know you won't do that sitting at home." The Britt sat up to defend himself.

"You cannot make those choices for me. What if I didn't want to go to Stamford? What if I want to stay in my own bed? I should just go to Asia anyway." Brooklyn argued.

"Like hell you will. You're sick. You risk a major problem if you go. You're not going." Stu now stood. "I already told you, I'd feel better about you being with someone while I'm gone."

"I think you need to slow down there and realize that this," she pointed to the two of them, "isn't in a position to be higher up than I am. Not at this point."

Stu was doing his best not to shout but she was being her stubborn self. "When are you going to let that go?" He raised his voice. "You can't just run around and think that everyone who cares for you is going to hurt you. It doesn't work like that. I made promises and I keep them. I'm just trying to help and take care of you, Brooklyn. Now quit being so bloody stubborn and just give into me! Especially after what we've shared with one another." He now yelled.

Brooklyn just looked at him in shock. To her, he had no right talking to her like that, but really in his mind, Stu felt like he needed to finally speak his mind. They've been around the issue one too many times in the few months they'd been together.

With nothing to say, Brooklyn grabbed her gym bag that she'd carried with her from the arena after Summerslam and left Stu behind fuming.

Meanwhile, Mollie found her Prince trying to keep a low profile in the hotel restaurant. He smiled as he stood to greet her.

"Good morning baby," he sighed as he kissed her on the cheek.

"Good morning," Mollie replied. "You're in an exceptionally good mood."

"I got a good night's rest, and I get to have breakfast with you," he grinned.

"Now you're laying it on thick," Mollie laughed. "I'm sorry for making you wait, but I went by to check on Brooklyn."

"And…" John eyed his girl.

"And she's ill…ill as a wet hen. I told her she was coming to stay with me while you guys were gone."

John nodded, "I can image that went over well."

"Why is she so stubborn? She really got mad when Stu asked her to go with me," Mollie said as she took a drink of her orange juice.

"And I'm sure that was display." John sighed and sipped his coffee. "Brooklyn's damaged. But in a different way than what you and I had gone through. She was with someone who was up and coming just like she was. They were both signed from FCW at the same time and when her push came his didn't. They toughed it out for a while and when she found out he'd slept with one of the FCW divas while she was back home in LA on some time off, he told her that he was with B just so he could get called up to a roster. It turned out that he'd been with the FCW Diva the entire time and was stringing B along." John told Brooklyn's untold story.

"Wow…" Mollie sighed as she sat back in her chair. The waiter walked up and brought them their food. When he walked away Mollie continued, "She's never told me that before."

"It's something she's pretty quiet about. She hasn't dated that much. In fact, Stu's the first guy she's really been interested in for a while," John said with a mouthful of food.

"Now I understand her misgivings about Stu. But she's going to have to realize that he's just trying to take care of her."

"She will," John nodded. "Listen, I'd really like for you to come to Boston with me. Fabo would love to meet you."

"Fabo?" Mollie asked with a raised eyebrow.

"My dad. Sorry. With the names being the same everyone just calls him Fabo – short for Johnny Fabulous," John laughed.

"Are you sure? About meeting the parents and everything?"

John sat his fork down and took Mollie by the hand. "I haven't been more sure of anything in my life," he said with a wink.

Mollie contemplated his offer for a brief moment. "Alright. When you comeback from Asia, I'll go home with you. It's only fitting since the 900th episode of Raw is at the Garden."

John hadn't smiled that bright in years. He finally had found the girl for him. It just sucked that it took a rotten 12 years of a relationship and marriage to get there. "Great!"

"You know that means eventually, when you're ready you'll have to go home with me." Mollie winked.

"And I can't wait." John shot her a wink right back.

The two sat in silence as they devoured their meals. Mollie changed gears. She asked, "Can you believe you're about to go to China?"

"Pretty amazing isn't it?" John agreed. "It would be even better if we were going."

"John…" Mollie eyed him.

"I know…I know," he told her. "How's 900 shaping up?"

"While it's still a milestone, it's not going to be as big as when y'all initially broke the record. It's only going to be two hours, so we can't fit in as much nostalgia," Mollie rattled off.

"It's still going to be a good show. Nothing to worry about."

Mollie sighed. "I know, but it should be bigger than what is wanted."

John just chuckled a little. He looked over at Mollie who was fiddling with her breakfast. He wasn't sure how or why their paths crossed at the times they did but he was thankful for it. He was down and out and she was broken and abused. At this point in their relationship, it was too early to tell her he loved her, but the truth was he did. So, in the best way he knew how, he said something otherwise. "You know, I don't know what I'd do if anything ever happened to you, to us."

His words took the red head a little aback and she gave him a slight stare. Swallowing hard, her words found her, "Sometimes I think the same thing."

"I'm not trying to freak you out by any means, but I wanted you to know that even though this thing of ours is still new…I'm ready for the ride. Wherever it goes…I'm there," he said with the sweetest smile. Mollie wasn't in the least little bit freaked out at his words. In fact, it was the perfect thing for him to say.

"Good. Because I am too." Mollie said with confidence. She knew in her heart that she agreed with him. She cared too much for him to not have things turn out this way.

John leaned over and kissed her sweetly. It was abnormal for such a display of PDA, especially in such a public place, but it felt right. There was something nagging at him, a feeling deep within his gut that made him worry about leaving Mollie behind while he was in Asia. Call it boyfriend's intuition if one will, but the feeling gnawed at him like a dog with a bone.

"What was that for?" Mollie laughed, once the kiss was over.

"Because I love you..." he whispered.

Mollie's heart almost stopped. "What?"

"Mollie Garrison, I love you," he said again. "You brought me out of a dark place, and for that I'll always be grateful."

Mollie's mind raced momentarily once the words left John's mouth. Her heart fluttered and her stomach twisted in knots of excitement. For a moment, John felt like he'd jumped the gun but when Mollie's expression changed to a grin, his worries eased. Leaning in and giving John a powerful kiss that made the hair stand on the back of his neck, Mollie was still smiling when they parted.

"I love you too." She beamed.

John felt like he was going to float away like a hot air balloon. Across the table from him sat a young lady who loved him. He believed her wholeheartedly. Her smile brightened his days, and her kisses made him come back for more. He wanted to shout it from the rooftops.

Mollie looked at her watch, "I hate to leave you, baby, but I've got to go check on B. I better make sure she and Stu haven't killed each other."

"Alright...I've got media this morning. I'll see you at the arena tonight for the show," he replied, getting up from the table.

"Yes sir..." she replied as she leaned over and kissed his cheek. "Love you."

"Love you, too," he replied as he watched his love walk away.

As for the girl in questions, she was sitting in the bathroom of her hotel room, her cheek pressed to the cool edge of the tub. She felt like hell. After she had stormed out on Stu, Brooklyn went to her room and for the last hour the room spun, her ears rang and her head pounded. Not to mention her stomach turned violently and she'd kept the toilet near by. This wasn't your ordinary concussion and she knew it. That fall from the ring and dive right into the padded barricade didn't help. While the padded semi-protected her, she still hit it hard enough to hit the ground just as fast and that's what caused the concussion.

Stu had frantically tried calling and finding her, he'd even resorted to pounding on the door of her room, but she wouldn't answer. Realizing that he may have over stepped his boundaries, he left her alone and would wait to speak with her once everything had settled. And so he went about his business making sure he had what he'd need for the double taping of Raw and headed for the gym then on to the arena he'd go.

Mollie had a spare key to Brooklyn's room always and this time it would come in handy when she went to see her friend. She felt bad for offering to be with her for the day, but Stu had things to do and Brooklyn would be of no use in terms of anything work related for a couple of weeks. Slipping the key card into the door, Mollie watched as the red light quickly turned green and she pushed the heavy door open.

"B... you in here?" Mollie called out. Then Mollie heard the noise coming from the bathroom. Someone was vomiting and then came the flushing of the toilet. "Brooklyn?" Mollie opened the door that was slightly ajar and gasped.

"Ugh..." Brooklyn sighed as she sat back on the floor.

"Come on...we're going back to the hospital," Mollie told her.

"No...no..." Brooklyn insisted.

"B!"

"I'm ok. It's all a part of a concussion like this." Brooklyn sat back against the tub. "I'll stay with you."

"Well, I'm glad you've finally come to your senses. You can't stay by yourself like this. You heard John tell you to let Stu take care of you. He cares for you. We all do," Mollie explained.

"Uh yeah, about that." Brooklyn sighed. "We had a fight."

Mollie knew she might have started it with her offering. "I'm sorry. I'll take full responsibility for that."

"No, it's alright. We bicker. It's what we do. I'm sure we'll be over it. I just have to learn to not be so stubborn and guarded." Brooklyn slightly smiled.

Silence filled the bathroom and Mollie sighed when she looked at her watch. "We need to get going."

"Can you do me a huge favor first?" Brooklyn asked with her eyes closed.

"Yeah." Mollie responded eagerly.

"Can you bring me my sunglasses?" Brooklyn slightly chuckled.

"Sure..." Mollie smiled as she grabbed her friend's sunglasses and helped her up off the floor. "Do you feel up to the creative meeting? I'll gladly get you out of it."

"I'll be fine," B assured her. "Can you hang out while I take another shower and freshen up?"

"Of course," Mollie replied. Brooklyn took a quick shower and changed into some comfortable yoga pants and a loose t-shirt.

The two women headed for valet and waited for Mollie's car. Some fans spotted Brooklyn so she smiled as best she could, with her sunglasses on her face and snapped pictures along with signing a few things. Once the car arrived, the girl were off and running to the arena.

Meanwhile, John finished with his media for Legendary and headed to the arena. On his way downstairs, he saw Stu coming out of his room.

"Where's B?" John asked.

"The hell if I know," Stu huffed. "We got into a huge argument, and she left. I went to her room and banged on the door. She never answered, so I left her alone for a while." John read the frustration on his friend's face.

"Bear with her, man. She'll come around and open up. She's one of my best friends, so I can say this without a doubt. She's a stubborn mule."

"But really John, when is it enough time. I mean I'm doing all that I can but enough is enough. This is just driving me insane." Stu sighed.

"I don't know what to say man, I don't. But trust me, she'll warm up. I know it's hard but if you only knew..." John started.

"I know everything. We talked the other night at her place." Stu shook his head. "I don't know how much more I have to do to prove to her that I'm not him, but then again, I don't know if I want to anymore."

"You're both just frustrated. Give her some time to cool off. The girl hasn't slept either so think about that too." John chuckled. "Give her today and tonight you two should just relax. It'll be some time before you see her."

"What are you and Mollie going to do?" Stu asked as they now waited for their cars.

"I don't know yet. Something good I'm sure. We might just make it a night in." John nodded.

Stu and John parted ways just then and would meet up later for the creative meeting. By the time everyone arrived at the arena, meetings were in full swing as were interviews, photoshoots and people were getting ready for the show.

Loads of people were stuffed into the catering area for the creative meeting where Mollie, per Vince and Stephanie's orders, ran through what would be going on for the double taping. She was worried about presenting everyone with the correct information, since it was a large responsibility, but she swooped through it and everyone was square on what they needed to do for the tapings.

Once Mollie had scripts passed out, she went on the hunt for Brooklyn who'd distanced herself from Stu and John at the meeting, to ensure she hadn't snuck off somewhere to sleep. Eventually Mollie found her sitting on a couch in the locker room tinkering on her phone.

"What are you doing?" Mollie asked.

"Just tweeting…" B answered. "Everyone has been blowing up my phone and Twitter since last night."

"We released an update to the website about you," Mollie added.

"I'm…so…tired…" Brooklyn whined.

"I know honey. Tonight you can sleep. I promise. Question is…where?"

Brooklyn knew what she meant. "I'll talk to him and apologize. But, he's got to know his limits when it comes to me and us."

"I'm sure he's learned his lesson," Mollie laughed.

"I'm sure he does. He knows why I'm the way I am but while he says he understands, he sure doesn't act like it." Brooklyn shook her head and the yawned. "I want to pass out so bad!"

"Come on, we'll walk around a bit until the show starts." Mollie laughed at her dozing friend.

The two girls moved around the arena talking and just giggling around. They came across John and Stu just before show time.

"Hey you." John winked at his girl and gave her a kiss to the cheek.

"Hey." Mollie smiled. "Be safe."

"I always am. What do you say we grab some dessert and a movie in my room tonight?" John offered.

"I'll be waiting." Mollie smirked. The couple continued to talk while Brooklyn and Stu just stood there.

"Brooklyn..." Stu sighed.

"I'm sorry." She replied. "But, let's just talk later. Focus on the job and be safe."

Stu couldn't help but smile. While they still weren't great, they were on the road to good. "Don't sleep."

"I'm trying not to." Brooklyn yawned again. Stu pressed a kiss to her forehead.

"Come on..." Mollie grabbed at Brooklyn to keep her moving. "If I don't keep her going, she'll pass out like a horse, right where I leave her."

John laughed at the red head and nodded as the two took off. The girls ended up in catering at a small table near a television. Round 1 of Raw for the night went live and seemed to be just fine, however, by the time round 2 came the program fell a little flat with minor matches and everyone seemed to be just exhausted. Midway through the second taping Mollie finally let Brooklyn fall asleep in the locker room as she finished watching the taping from the gorilla since the show was no longer live on USA.

John and the boys finished the show and headed backstage. Stu first stopped at Mollie.

"How is she?" he asked of Brooklyn.

"She's better. She's asleep right now in the locker room. Why don't you go get her and take her back to the hotel?" Mollie told him.

"Thank you, Mollie," Stu replied with a hug for his friend.

John walked up with a chuckle, "Am I going to have to whip the British boy's ass for messing with my girl?"

"Oh hush..." Mollie replied with her southern accent. "You ready to go back to the hotel?"

"Yes...I'm exhausted. Let me get a shower and then we'll leave," John replied.

Stu quickly showered and found Brooklyn out cold in the locker room. He had to chuckle a little at the sight of her. She was snuggled into the corner of the couch, her one hand wedged between her knees, the other cradling her face as a pillow and her sunglasses were still over her eyes. He kneeled down and tucked a piece of hair behind her ear.

"Brooklyn?" He said softly. She stirred a little and slowly opened her eyes.

"Hey." She croaked out sleepily and pushed her glasses to the top of her head.

"Let's go home." He smiled. Of course, home meant the hotel, but she was fine with that.

Getting up slowly from the couch, Stu gathered her things and held her hand as they walked to the car. Loading things up, it didn't take long before Brooklyn was out again and they were on their way to the Sheraton.

Already at the hotel, Mollie and John were looking over the room service menu all snuggled into the little couch in John's room.

"Ice cream sundaes or cakes?" John chuckled.

"Hmmm..." Mollie hummed. They both sounded good. "Both?"

John smirked. "Both it is." He called down to Room Service and ordered two ice cream sundaes and a platter of the petite cakes. If his girl wanted both, she'd get both.

"You spoil me." Mollie sighed as she snuggled into John's embrace more.

"You deserve it." John kissed the top of her head.

"I don't but thank you anyway." Mollie was always being so modest. John loved that about her. She was so different than Liz. Mollie didn't have to be constantly entertained or catered to; she was just fine with what she could get from John, when he could give it to her. And the occasional spoiling was just fine between them. She didn't need fancy cars or diamond rings, she just needed him and he needed her.

For a while a comfortable silence filled the room as they flipped through channels deciding on what to watch while they waited for room service. Once the server knocked on the door, John went to answer it. Mollie immediately felt cold away from John's body but reveled in the fact that him being so close to her meant so much.

"What do you say we just watch something simple? I don't think I can make it through a movie." John chuckled as they picked at the desserts.

Mollie replied with a yawn and John knew she agreed. "I'm fine with that, baby."

He leaned in close and kissed her gently. "I love you." He whispered.

Mollie sheepishly smiled. His words, so fresh and new between the two of them, made her blush. "I love you too."

Back in Stu's room, Brooklyn was on a second wind as she nibbled on some fries that Stu ordered for her. They hadn't said anything to one another since they'd left the arena and before that there were promises to speak about the morning's argument. But neither one knew how to approach the situation.

"You know, I am sorry love about this morning." Stu finally broke the ice.

"I am too." Brooklyn said quietly. "I overreacted and I was out of line. I understand that you're trying to take care of me and I appreciate that. I do. I just..."

"Just need to stop being so guarded. I don't know what more I can do to prove that I'm not in this for any other reason than just you and I. I really care for you and if we're going to work out, you've got to start knocking down those walls, love." Stu interrupted her.

"I know. I just, it takes time." Brooklyn sighed. "I like you a lot too. Just, bear with me. I'm stubborn and I know it. I won't deny it."

"I'll do my best baby, I promise." Stu touched a gently hand to her face. Brooklyn molded into his touch, relishing in his sincerity.

They weren't on the path to love just yet, but they were finding their way there. Brooklyn needed him more than she cared to admit to and Stu had found someone he knew he could care for, for a long while, possibly forever. But that was only if she would let him in that far.

Meanwhile, a dark figure emerged from a taxi at the airport. The gruff young man grabbed his one small carry on bag and quickly paid the driver. He then walked inside and checked in for his flight. He had spent the last few days in sunny Los Angeles taking in the sights and sounds of SummerSlam. He was so ready to leave that chaos. His next stop was Stamford, CT.