DISCLAIMER: As much as it breaks my heart to admit it, I do not own anyone or anything connected to Vince McMahon and his awesomeness. I can only claim property rights of OC.

The drive back from Stamford took much longer than Claire thought she would be able to stand. She was ready to put as much distance between herself and the home office as possible. She didn't like feeling so exposed. It was hard enough to deal with her feelings for Randy without having to look at them under a microscope. And that was exactly what Stephanie wanted. Once again, Claire felt a wave of shame at how badly she had treated Randy. In the process of trying to protect herself, she had hurt someone that she truly cared for. It had taken the last 24 hours for her to realize that under that bad-ass, fuck-em-all attitude was a gentle, caring soul. Randy did everything with that absolute intensity of his; including the way he loved her. It was still a shock to know Randy had actually admitted he loved her. It was something she never expected to hear, and something she would sell her soul to hear again. Randy was a man of action, words didn't come easy to him. Those three little words meant more to her than anything else in the world. Claire swore to herself, that no matter what, she would find a way to make it up to him. It was the least she could do. Letting go of a pent-up breath, Claire slouched back against her seat. The sign for the exit loomed just ahead. Thank God, only a few more miles. The ringing of the phone startled Claire from her thoughts. She dug it out of her pocket and flipped it open without looking.

"Where are you?" Randy's voice was slightly muffled by a roaring noise in the background.

"Almost there. I'm pulling off the interstate now." Claire forced her grip on the steering wheel to relax.

"How did it go?"

Claire glanced at the seat next to her before answering, "Better than I expected. Steph was pleased, for the most part."

"And the other part?" Randy knew Claire wasn't telling him everything.

"You won't even believe it." Claire murmured.

"Tell me about it when you get here." Randy ended the call without saying good-bye. Claire couldn't hide the smile that tugged at her lips. She was starting to get used to Randy's abrupt ways and sudden lapses in good manners.

Claire pulled into one of the few remaining parking spaces reserved for the roster. She turned the engine off and sat a moment, enjoying the quiet. It was the last time for a good, long while she would actually be able to find two minutes of peace. Glancing into the passenger seat, Claire shook her head as she looked at the young girl sitting there. Hannah Carter was a new photographer from the art department. The ink was barely dry on Hannah's contract. Stephanie had assigned Hannah to be Claire's shadow for the next three weeks while they worked on the final deadline. As Stephanie had calmly explained, a picture is still worth a thousand words. Claire's eyes moved over Hannah's short, dark hair and elf-like features. How old she was, she couldn't even begin to guess. What am I going to do with you? Claire asked herself for the hundredth time as she felt a wave of anxiety. All Claire knew for certain was that a young girl like Hannah wasn't going to last very long in the wolf's den. The girl was going to have one hell of a rude awakening the minute she stepped into the building. These guys were a force to be reckoned with. It took a special kind of person to be able to deal with them. Claire could only pray Hannah would prove herself to be one of them. Taking Hannah's shoulder in her hand, she shook her gently until her eyes slowly opened.

"We're here." Claire slipped her phone into her purse and tossed in a nearly full bottle of water.

"Already? That was a quick trip." Hannah grabbed her camera bag off the seat and bolted from the car before Claire had even unbuckled her seat belt. Claire shook her head slowly as she climbed out of the driver's seat. Looking around the parking lot, Claire had the distinct feeling that she was very much alone. Nobody was going to be able to help her out this time. Hannah quickly followed her into the building. Claire was barely ten feet into the building when she realized Hannah was no longer hot on her heels. Scanning the people milling around, Claire spotted Hanna's dark head. Whistling sharply, Claire motioned for her to catch up.

"Do yourself a favor a stick with me." Claire winced at the sharp tone of her words. God, she was starting to sound like Randy.

Hannah nodded and fell into step behind her. Claire kept glancing over her shoulder to make sure she was keeping pace. Claire paused at the table to check in and grabbed two All-Access passes. She clipped one onto her blouse and handed the other to Hannah. Claire moved into the depths of the building, looking for Legacy's dressing room. Ted answered the door with a smile. Claire returned Ted's easy smile as she set her purse down on the folding chair just inside the door. Her attention turned to Randy, his hot gaze moving over her. The flash of a camera drew Randy's attention from Claire. His eyes locked on the tiny, elf-like creature standing before them. Claire squeaked in surprise when Randy suddenly moved to stand in front of her. Damn, he's fast Claire thought as Randy snatched the camera from Hannah and held it out of reach.

"Who the hell are you?" Claire groaned inwardly as Randy snarled the question.

Claire quickly stepped in between Randy and the frightened Hannah, "Randy, Ted, this is Hannah Carter. She's my assistant." Pulling the camera from Randy took all of her strength. Claire handed it back to her and forced a small smile, "You'll have to forgive Randy. He's not completely house-broken yet."

Hannah stared at The Viper with awe-struck eyes. Never had she expected to be so close to to one of the headliners. So far, the only photographs she had been allowed to take were head shots of hopeful WWE applicants. Now, here she was, standing not three feet away from Randy Orton. How cool is this???? Claire knew exactly what it was like to be the one in Hannah's shoes. Just a few short weeks ago, she had been there herself. Turning to Ted, Claire placed a hand on her hip, "Would you mind showing Hannah where catering is?"

Ted nodded and took a step toward the door, "Let's go see who I can introduce you to. The show's started but I know somebody around here has to be hungry."

Claire smiled encouragingly at Hannah, "Stick with Ted, he's one of the good guys."

Hannah returned the smile before leaving. Claire quickly closed the door and turned to face Randy, "That wasn't very nice."

Crossing his arms over his chest, Randy returned Claire's glare, "I don't do cameras."

Claire laughed at how absolutely absurd that sounded, "Try again, Randy. You really should try to be nice to Hannah."

"Why should I?" Randy arched a brow at Claire.

"Because I want you to." Claire was slightly shocked at hold bold her words sounded. She knew Randy would see them as the challenge they were. Claire removed her jacket and draped it over her purse. Before she could take another step, Randy wrapped his arms around her and planted a hot kiss on the side of her neck. Claire felt the blush all the way to her toes as Randy pulled her flush against him. Randy was getting much better at being affectionate. It was amazing how their personalities were starting to rub off on each other.

Settling her hands on his chest, Claire forced back a sudden case of the butterflies. The hour and a half long drive north had given her plenty of time to think and worry. She knew she wouldn't have any peace until she had a chance to get it all off her chest,

"Last night . . ."

The smile that crossed Randy's face was just short of devastating. Just the heated look in his eyes made Claire want to melt, "Last night was incredible."

Claire felt the blush creeping over her from head to toe. Instantly, Randy was concerned. She was not acting like a woman that had been thoroughly loved. Leading her over to the couch, Randy sat on the arm. He pulled her into the cradle of his thighs and looked up at her. He was trying to make himself less intimidating, "Talk to me, baby."

Claire chewed her bottom lip nervously as she chose her words. She knew she had as much responsibility in it as he did, "We didn't . . ."

Randy cocked his head to the side as he studied Claire's face. What exactly was she trying to tell him? For a moment Randy feared she was going to tell him that it had all been a colossal mistake. He didn't have a single regret. He was pretty sure that he had done everything just the way Claire had wanted him to. Hell, he was pretty sure they had even done a few things that were illegal in the great state of Connecticut. A sense of icy dread came to him. Randy laced his fingers through hers and squeezed gently, "We didn't what?"

Claire closed her eyes for a second as she gathered her courage, "We didn't use protection."

Randy didn't know how to respond. He stared at her, fighting down the wave of panic consuming him. Oh fuck. The thought of using protection had never even crossed his mind. He'd been so caught up in pleasing Claire that he'd lost all sense of reason. He wasn't worried about diseases, he had been routinely tested under the company's strict policy. Claire, bless her soul, had been as pure as the fallen snow. Part of him wanted to deny it was even possible. What were the odds of getting pregnant the first time? Okay, make that the first three times? He knew enough about female biology to know it only took one sperm with a sense of direction.

Unbidden, a picture of Rosalyn came to him. He flashed back to that horrible night, so long ago, when she had stood before him and crushed his world. At the time he thought he loved her more than he loved himself. Randy fought down the urge to run. Instinct told him to lie his ass off and get as far away from Claire as possible. How many times since then had a woman tried to trap him with the baby net? Too many to count. Looking back, he knew that what he felt for Rosalyn was nothing compared to what he felt for Claire. Randy took a deep breath and forced himself to realize that this time things were vastly different. There was no way in hell Claire could deny him this child. Claire was absolutely 100 percent his. As would any possible child would be completely his. Randy ignored the voice screaming at him to leave. Instead, he forced himself to remain calm as his gaze moved to Claire's stomach. Would it really be so horrible if she was pregnant? The sudden flash of male pride gave him a firm answer. He wouldn't mind one damned bit if Claire grew heavy with his child. In fact, he almost liked the idea of there being a part of him that would always be with Claire. Reaching up, Randy ran his fingertips over her cheek, "I'll take care of you. Both of you."

The butterflies in Claire's stomach increased their frantic fluttering as Randy drew his fingers over her flat stomach. She was so touched by the solemn reverence in his voice it took her breath away.


Hannah followed Ted down the hall toward catering. No matter how hard she tried, she just couldn't hold back the excitement. Everywhere she turned, she spotted one of the WWE superstars. Her steps slowed as she watched John Cena walking towards them. If she had thought he was hot before, her opinion of him skyrocketed. Hannah watched in amazement as John smiled at her, his dimples flashing. He paused a moment to shake hands with Ted before continuing down the hall. Unaware, Hannah turned and watched John stride away. Ted's laugh brought her attention back to him. Hannah flashed a smile of her own and took the lead. She followed the sound of voices until she found what she assumed was the catering area. Hannah was in utter disbelief as she looked around the room. Matt Korklan, better known as Evan Bourne, stood next to Cody Rhodes. She couldn't take her eyes away from the tall, dark-haired vision of yumminess. She'd had a secret crush on him long before she had signed on to the art department. Realizing Hannah had frozen in her tracks, Ted stopped next to the guys. Cody glanced over Ted's shoulder at the tiny little creature standing with her mouth open while she stared at them.

"Who's your little friend there?" Cody nodded in Hannah's direction.

"Guys, let me introduce you to Hannah. She's helping Claire finish Randy's bio." Ted motioned Hannah over to them. He waited a minute before realizing she was about to grow roots where she stood. Ted bit back a smile and walked over to her. Taking her hand, he pulled her over to stand beside Matt.

"Hannah, this is . . ."

Hannah felt like she'd swallowed a dozen moths as she stared up at the two dark-haired hunks, "You're Evan Bourne." Turning to Cody, she let her hazel eyes travel over him from head to toe, "And you're Cody Rhodes."

Cody stared at the girl in front of him. No way in hell was she even old enough to be driving, much less working for the company. She was barely 5 foot 4 inches tall. Her hair was a dark brown pixie cut. Blonde streaks of color shot through the dark strands of her glossy hair. Her wide-set hazel eyes were ringed with smoky make-up. She was a tiny little thing. Staring down at her, Cody thought she was be as easy to squish as a mosquito. She was about as big as one. Surely Ted was trying to be funny. No way he could possibly be serious.

"Ted, come on. Take her back to her parents before we get in trouble."

Ted crossed his arms over his chest and looked between Cody and Hannah, "Cody, I'm serious. If you don't believe me, ask Randy."

Cody took a deep breath as his eyes moved back to Hannah. No matter how hard he tried, he just couldn't believe it. What were the jackasses in Stamford thinking? Did they not realize Hannah was going to be nothing but trouble? What was the point in sending someone else to get in the way? That was all the didn't need.

"I'm not getting into this. Whatever you do, make sure she stays out of trouble." Cody glanced at Ted again before turning to head back toward Legacy's dressing room.

Hannah forced herself not to turn around and watch Cody's retreating backside. She didn't think her heart could stand it. It was already pounding hard enough to jump out of her chest.

She just couldn't believe that she'd been here less than a hour and she'd already seen so much hotness she needed a cold shower. The next three weeks were going to be one hell of a good time.

***A/N – What are y'all thinking? How do you like little Hannah? ***