Meanwhile, as Mollie told the officer her story and John was informing her parents of their daughter's current condition, Brooklyn was rounding everyone up.

"Come on; let's go, up and out." Brooklyn started to turn on every light possible causing Randy, who'd taken the couch and Stu the floor to flinch. Teddy won the coin toss for the office futon.

"What the hell Brooklyn?" Stu squinted.

"Shut up, get dressed." She threw his things at him. "Mollie's awake."

"I'll get the car." Randy yawned.

Eve and Teddy emerged from the bedrooms, dressed and ready. Brooklyn in her sweats followed Randy to the car. Stu trailed behind. Within in a few minutes they were all on their way to Stamford Memorial.

Mollie's parents arrived at the hospital and were ecstatic that she was awake. Mollie apologized for not letting them know how bad her life with Ben had actually been. She was very surprised to see her crew come visit her.

Brooklyn entered first and smiled when she saw her friend awake. "Hey honey…" Brooklyn whispered.

"B…" Mollie replied. Then she spotted the rest of the crew. "Hey y'all!" she smiled.

"That's what we've been waiting on," Randy said as he gently hugged Mollie and kissed her cheek. Everyone else followed suit.

"How are you feeling?" Teddy asked.

"Like I've been run over by a truck," Mollie laughed then remembered her ribs.

The room laughed at Mollie's attempt at a joke but they couldn't really imagine what she'd been through. It was a crowded room for a little while until Teddy announced that he was heading out to go home and was happy that Mollie was better and would be sure to give Kristin a full report when he got home. Randy wasn't too far from his departure and he too promised that he'd check in on her. Eve left to head home as well.

And by the time her parents had left to eat dinner with John, which left Brooklyn and Stu in room with the red head. She had noticed it since they'd arrived, something was off. And it didn't disprove Mollie's theory when she realized that the two hadn't spoken a word or had touched one another since then as well.

"What gives?" Mollie finally asked.

"What?" Brooklyn asked.

"You heard me. What's wrong with the two of you?" she asked again.

"Mollie, now's not the time," Brooklyn mumbled.

Stu got up and said, "I'm going to try and catch a flight home. Mollie, I'm glad you're doing well. Please call if you need anything." He turned and left without saying a word to Brooklyn. He knew it wasn't the time or the place.

Mollie turned to Brooklyn. "What?"

"Mollie, I'd rather not talk about it right now," Brooklyn fumed.

"B, I've got nothing but time."

Brooklyn caved. "I will if you promise not to get upset."

"I can't promise that but go ahead," Mollie replied.

"Stu…Stu cheated on me while in Japan," Brooklyn finally blurted out.

"If I weren't in this bed, I'd kill him right now," Mollie exclaimed, trying not to lose her temper.

"We don't need for you to get upset right now," Brooklyn sighed.

Mollie asked, "How do you know?"

"Eve told me. Sent me a pic. I just…" Brooklyn stammered.

"I know…" Mollie assured her. "Have you talked to him?"

"I just can't right now…not with you…"

Mollie took her friend by the hand and pulled her down on the bed with her. "I know how you two are. Granted…he's made the most boneheaded, stupidest mistake but I do believe he cares for you. I know you care for him. Talk to him."

"In time I will." Brooklyn sighed. "It's not my main focus."

"Don't worry about me. Lord knows I have plenty of others doing that." Mollie joked. "John's going to have a hard time letting me out of his sights."

"With good reason though." Brooklyn added.

"I know and to be honest, I don't want to be out of his sight. Who knows where the hell Ben is, and if he's still around and hasn't been caught, I don't want to be alone." Mollie said sadly.

"You won't be. But you know he will have to go back to work. I still have two more weeks off and if you want to stay in your own place instead of heading back to your parents' house, I'm more than happy to be your temporary roommate." B offered.

"We'll talk about it. I haven't seen my parents in a while, so I might go home for a little while," Mollie told her.

"Are you sure?" she asked.

Mollie replied, "I don't know how to thank you for everything. I remember being in my office, but then it gets a little fuzzy after that."

"That's when I got the phone call about Stu," B explained. "When I came to the garage, you were lying on the ground in a pool of blood. I was so scared. I had never seen anything like that in my life."

"I'm sorry…" Mollie apologized.

"No…no…no…" Brooklyn told her. "Don't apologize."

"I feel horrible." Mollie shook her head gently.

"Don't. I'm the one that felt horrible. If I hadn't taken that phone call from Eve, I would have been there to save you. I could have stopped him." Brooklyn blamed herself.

"No one is to blame but the culprit himself." John said as he walked back into the room with Mollie's parents.

"Hey…" Mollie smiled as she received gentle hugs and kisses from the three.

Brooklyn broke in, "I think I'm going to go back to your place and then I'll see you in the morning. I'll let the four of you catch up." She hugged her friend and assured her she'd be back in the morning and left.

Ann looked toward her daughter, "How are you feeling?"

"I'm better," Mollie replied. "I'm actually a little hungry."

"That's a good sign," Jerry laughed.

"Want me to order you something, sweetie?" Ann asked.

"That's okay Momma. The nurse said she'd be bringing supper by soon." Mollie smiled.

John couldn't help but notice that Mollie's accent was turned on thick when she was around her parents. He couldn't believe he was so close to losing her. If Brooklyn hadn't found her, she'd be gone. He had his friend to thank for that and by the grace of God, because there was no way that John would ever thank Ben for Mollie ending up in Connecticut and working for the WWE, he'd be down his miserable dark hole still from his divorce.

"Did you guys have a good time at dinner?" Mollie asked in general. Nods were made from the threesome. "Baby, you didn't let Momma talk your ear off did you?"

"Are we filled with jokes today?" Ann laughed at her daughter.

"Mollie..." John caught her attention. She hummed and looked over to him. "If you don't mind, your parents are going to sit here with you until I come back. I've got to see about getting a hotel room in order to shower and clean up."

"No." Mollie stated. "If you hurry, you can catch up with B. Tell her I told you that you were staying there."

John was about to protest but thought it would be rude if he did so in front of her parents. "Alright." He pecked her on the cheek gently and shook her father's hand before hugging Ann and heading out to find the blonde that hopefully hadn't left yet.

"So, you didn't grill him too hard did you?" Mollie asked with a slight glare to her father and a wink at her mother.

"Mollie…" her dad groaned.

"Daddy, I know what y'all are probably thinking. It's too soon…I don't know him…That…"

Her mother interrupted her, "We like John."

"Really?" Mollie asked, surprised.

"He's a good guy," her dad chimed in, "and he makes you happy. We had a pretty good talk while at dinner."

Flashback

"John, we have no idea where we are…" Ann laughed. "Where can we eat?"

"There's a quiet place right down the street from here," John remembered. "I can drive if you want."

"Wonderful," Ann sighed. "This traffic is too much for me."

John smiled as the three of them got into their rental and sped away. John had remembered a quiet sandwich shop a few blocks from the hospital. It would be relatively deserted this time of day so they'd be able to eat in peace.

They arrived at Phil's a few minutes later and made their way inside. Phil, the owner, was helping his staff wipe off tables.

"Well hello John," Phil greeted him. "Are you in town for meetings?"

"I wish," John replied. "Have you seen the news?"

"Yeah…who was that? She worked for WWE, right?" he asked.

"Yeah…that's my girlfriend," John answered.

"I'm so sorry, man. What can I do for you?" Phil asked.

"These are Mollie's parents' Ann & Jerry. We've been at the hospital with her and just need some food and a quiet place," John told him.

Phil smiled warmly and welcomed them in. He was used to WWE talent and employees coming in and out of the shop all the time. He was more than happy to oblige. He ushered them to a back room and took their orders.

As they waited for food to arrive, John broke the uncomfortable silence. He said, "I am so glad to meet you guys, except I wish it were under different circumstances."

Jerry replied, "We are too, son."

Ann asked, "So…tell us a little about yourself John."

John nodded and proceeded to tell him about his life – growing up the 2nd oldest of five boys in West Newbury, MA. He told them about his parents and other tidbits about his life.

Jerry then asked the sixty four million dollar question, "Have you been married before?"

John sighed, "Yes sir. I'm recently divorced. That's something Mollie and I have in common."

Ann replied, "Oh…do you mind…?"

John finished her sentence, "…telling you what happened? No ma'am. Not at all." He took a deep breath and began, "This job takes you away from home a lot. While I was away, my wife cheated on me several times. I just so happened to catch her in the act one day a few months ago."

"That's terrible," Ann gasped.

"Yes ma'am, but it's nothing compared to what your sweet daughter has been through," John explained. "Part of Mollie's responsibilities with the WWE is to meet with the superstars to coordinate their schedules and commitments. She takes very good care of us. We would meet each week after Raw, normally at the hotel's restaurant or bar, and talk. She's such a wonderful person, and…I must say I love her very much."

Mollie's dad felt the need to speak his peace, "John, I wouldn't be a good Daddy if I didn't say this. She's a grown woman and can make her own decisions. I just want what's best for her. But, if you hurt her…and I mean in anyway…hell hath no fury. You'll never be allowed to see her again. I understand that you're a celebrity, and that you can have any woman in the world you want. You've chosen the best in Mollie. Don't screw that up."

"I understand, sir," John nodded, acknowledging to himself that he'd be the same way if he had a daughter.

To clear any tension, Ann said, "John, we understand you have a busy schedule but we'd love for you to come see us sometime."

"I'd like that very much," John replied.

While Mollie and her parents chatted over John and their dinner together among other things, John had managed to catch up to Brooklyn and the two of them were headed back to Mollie's apartment.

It was quiet the first few minutes of the ride until Cena spoke up. "You hanging in there?"

Brooklyn just nodded in response. "I'm tired, but I'm good."

"You know you could go home. I'm here, Ann and James are here and you know now that she's awake, Stephanie is going to poke her head in." John suggested.

"I know. I just don't want to." Brooklyn said. "You can't stay here forever. You'll have to be back on the road in a week. We got lucky with the double taping and my concussion."

It was John's turn to nod. "I know. I just don't want to leave her."

"None of us do." Brooklyn sighed. "What are you going to do? I offered to stay with her."

"I'm sure she'll want to go home with her parents. But it all depends on what her doctors say too. We just have to take it one day at a time." John responded.

"What's going to happen if they catch him?" She asked.

"I'll make sure he's charged with everything he can be and has zero chance of coming after her again." John stated firmly.

"And if they don't?" Brooklyn didn't want to say it but it was a possibility. For all they knew, Ben was in Mexico or Canada at this point.

"She'll never leave my side." John again stated firmly. "Some one will always be with her, even if I have to pay for private security."

Brooklyn nodded again and the silence resumed. It was this time B that broke it.

"What did you do when you found out about Liz the first time?" She asked quietly.

John sighed. "I took the blame and knew it was because of my job that things happened the way they did."

"Was it when you first started out?" Brooklyn asked.

"Yeah, more when I was gone more. Just around the time of the Marine and being Champ." He answered honestly. She nodded. "B, you need to at least talk to him, find out why he…"

"I don't need to. I am pretty sure there was not a single reason as to why he did it." She sniffled. This wasn't the time to think about this, nor to start getting emotional. "Things were great. We had this amazing week, not a single argument, I let him in and broke those walls down. For what? Absolutely nothing. I can guarantee that if you were to ask him why, he'd have no answer. How am I supposed to forgive something like that? How am I supposed to move on and past that? We're done and I need to make that clear."

"Don't go into this with guns blazing. You need to be calm about it or you'll end up really regretting everything you say. I'm not taking his side, I'm definitely on yours, but I know you well enough to know that you wear your heart on your sleeve and you're trying not to break weak, but baby girl there are times where you just need to let it all out and let it all go." John sighed.

"If I go home, all I'll see is the week we had together play through my mind." Brooklyn said sadly. "I can't do that yet. Besides, I don't want to think about any of it until our girl comes home and is safe."

"If anything Brooklyn, remember the good times then." John said as she pulled into Mollie's parking spot. "In the end, if you're together or not, it will work itself out for what's best for both of you."

Those were John's final words to her as he went inside the apartment and headed for Mollie's shower. He wasn't going to waste any time looking around and seeing her place for the first time. He'd leave that for when Mollie would come home. His focus was showering, changing clothes and getting back to Mollie.

Brooklyn grabbed a piece of leftover pizza and sat down at Mollie's bar while John finished getting ready. As he walked out of Mollie's bathroom, a small 4x6 picture frame caught his eye. It was a picture of him and Mollie from just a few weeks ago in Daytona Beach. He smiled at the memory and looked at Mollie's face. Her red hair was blowing in the gentle breeze as she hugged John's side. He took the picture with her camera since he had the longer arms. He also looked at his face – happy, content. The thought of losing the short, red haired reason for that happiness was almost more than he could comprehend.

He sat the picture back on her dresser and walked into the living room. Brooklyn had finished eating and was sound asleep on the couch. John knew she was exhausted, so he covered her up with a nearby throw and kissed the top of her head. He'd send her a text later to explain his disappearing act.