Author's Note: So, I'm back! And this chapter is very talk heavy, but needed! I promise, the next chapter will be more action filled.

I've been updating some of the past chapters, trying to clean them up, and make them less choppy. If you haven't read the whole story in a while, maybe you should check it out :)

To all my reviewers and followers, THANK YOU SO MUCH!

"What in the world are you doing out here? It's late." Whitney asked, finding Jon on their balcony that Tuesday night.

"Can't sleep." He should have been exhausted, any other man living his life would have been, but for some reason, sleep eluded him. It had been a week since he'd made his big return to the ring; the buzz surrounding his return giving him a migraine almost as bad as if Colby had driven his head through those cinder blocks anyways. He was glad Whitney was with him, having someone to share the excitement, seeing how proud of him she was.

"Did I wake you up?" to Jon, it always seemed like Whitney was the last one to bed, and the first one up in the morning. He knew how much the upcoming decision on the band's record deal had been weighing on her shoulders, and he hated how much pressure she put on herself. Waiting was nothing new to him, remembering the days of trying to get into WWE, and get a chance at NXT. Even if she wasn't already sleeping, she didn't look far from it, standing in the doorway in her pajamas, a blanket wrapped around her.

"No. Jake did. He called." she smirked lazily, rubbing at her eyes. Jon opened his arms, gathering her in his lap, pulling the blanket over both of them. He hadn't realized how cool the air was outside until she was cuddled up beside him, a warm ball of cotton, the scent of her peppermint shampoo calming him.

"He misses his baby sister. But he's gonna hafta wait, I still need more girlfriend time." She'd be leaving again at the end of the week, separated until he made it there for Hell In A Cell. Whitney snuggled in closer, resting her head on Jon's chest.

"I can't believe it." she spoke up, quietly, staring out into the inky darkness that surrounded them. Jon ran his fingers through her hair, looking down at her face.

"Believe what?"

"I can't believe," she started again, "it's almost been six months since the night we met."

"Best night of my life. And to think, neither of us almost went." he smirked, remembering how Joe and Colby basically dragged him out of the room that night. Looking back now, there's so much he would have missed out on. Sure, they weren't all the best memories, but he knew how he felt in that moment, and that's all that really mattered.

XxX

A week later, Whitney was back in Dallas, eagerly anticipating the busy month October was turning out to be. The band was busier than ever, between meetings and shows, whatever they could do impress the record executives. They'd know by the end of the month if the last two years had been worth it, travelling the country, sleeping in an RV, staying up til God knows when most nights. One phone call could make them, or break them to bits.

Of course, there was some good in the month. The state fair was in town, one of her favorite parts of the season. JR had even invited her to join him at the Texas/Oklahoma rivalry game, even if she did like Texas better than his beloved Sooners. Whitney was also counting down the days until Hell in a Cell, until she'd be back with Jon.

She'd laughed her butt off when Colby got slimed, but worried about her man when the show went off the air, Jon lying in a heap after being curb stomped-again, this time face first onto the same briefcase he'd stolen only a week earlier. Turning off the television, she dialed his number, knowing he was awake.

"Hey, baby. Miss you."

"Miss you too. How's your head?"

"It's alright. I can smell the leather of Colby's boot pretty well still though." Whitney could hear him packing away his things, getting ready to leave the arena. She thought about it sadly; this was the first time in a long time he would be travelling to the next city alone. Joe was on the road to recovering after surgery, and he couldn't be seen with Colby, especially just after the show.

"I bet you made a lot of new fans tonight, Mr. Ambrose, giving away merch like that."

"Ugh, don't call me 'Mr. Ambrose'. Makes me feel old, or like I should be wearing a sweater vest of something." Whitney giggled, but quieted, feeling like something wasn't right with her man.

"You alright over there?"

"Yeah. Miss you." Whitney sighed, wishing she was there with him. Jon was stubborn, hard to open up. There wasn't many he trusted, no one outside his pieced together family, no one more than Whitney.

"I know I'm not there physically, but I'm all ears." she tried, leaving her living room, heading up to the bedroom, leaning against her headboard. She heard him exhale, the sound of a car door closing. Jon sat alone in his rental, rubbing tiredly at his face.

"I mean't what I said out there tonight. I don't know why they call me unstable."

"Jon-"

"No, I mean it. When they disbanded the Shield, Joe immediately got put in the title chase. Colby joined the Authority, so he gets to go around in high priced suits, get into everyone else's business, and I got labeled as the nut job that hides in trunks and boxes, and slimes people like it's motherfuckin' Nickelodeon."

"I thought you said you enjoyed that."

"I did. I mean, yeah, a little bit. But, it's getting old. I'm not crazy."

"I know you're not. Your fans know you're not."

"Then why are they buying all those fuckin' shirts that has that word scrawled across their chest?" His voice was cracking, this had obviously been on his mind for a while.

"Because they're your shirts. They want to support you."

"I don't know, darlin'. I sometimes wish they didn't sell so damn well, maybe they'd change, you know?"

"It'll pass, sweetie. I mean, how many people were probably walking around with 'Doctor of Thuganomics' shirts? Dean Ambrose is unstable. But not because he's crazy. Dean Ambrose is unstable because he's bucking the trend. He's not a heel. He's not a face. He drives girls crazy, and guys wanna be him, and all for different reasons. Opponents don't know how to prepare for your style. Joe is all about power. Colby is all about acrobatics and speed. But you, you're all over the place. You're fast, your're strong, you're in their face."

"You sound like Michael Cole."

"Hey! I'm trying to be nice to you. No need to throw insults!" she teased, finally earning a laugh in response.

"Sorry, baby." Jon snickered, holding the phone with his shoulder, starting the car.

"Feeling any better?" she asked him, pulling back the covers, lying down in bed.

"I'd feel a lot better if I was lying in that bed with you right now instead of sitting in this damn car."

"How'd you know I was in bed?" she asked, confused, looking around as if he were there with her.

"Because your bed is fucking comfortable, and I'd stay in it all day if I could. Especially if you were in it with me."

"And this conversation just got a little more R rated."

"Well I am alone..."

"Driving, Jonnycakes." the growl he replied with almost made her change her mind.

"Call me in the morning?"

"Wake up for phone sex? I knew I loved you."

"Pervert. Goodnight, baby."

"Night, doll face. And babe?"

"Yeah?"

"Thanks. I really do love you."

"Love you too, crazy boy."

"Crazy about you."

Like I said, the next chapter will have a little bit more action in it, as well as the return of a character we haven't seen for a bit!