Randy led MiraBeth through the halls, sped through the backstage area, through the curtain and down the ramp to the ring. As they approached the ring, she saw someone was already there and leaning against the ropes as if he was waiting for them. Randy snarled, "Not a great idea, Rome."

MiraBeth touched Randy's shoulder causing him to freeze where he was. She spoke in her same calm, serene, even tone. "Remember what I said before. There are many people who are willing to work with you through this stage. Roman worked with me and helped me get through so much before." She felt Randy's muscles flexing under her hand. "You also can't expect that I am going to climb into a ring with you. I have no knowledge of this craft. I can't do that. I can only watch. Roman can work with you safely. He knows what you need and you both are experts in this field." While she spoke to Randy she watched Roman. His hair was free and falling around his shoulders. His tee was loose enough around his torso that he had room to move, but it wasn't what he was used to wrestling in. Neither were the athletic pants that he currently wore, but she wasn't as concerned about those.

When she let go of Randy's shoulder and he slid into the ring, MiraBeth held her breath. Randy immediately went on the offensive. Dean and Seth appeared on either side of the woman biting her thumb at ringside. "What's going on?"

"A productive outlet for Randy's anger."

"You weren't considering…" Seth asked.

"Oh, h*ll no. I'm not stupid." MiraBeth scoffed.

"Does he have enough control?" Antonio Cesaro asked. "I'll get in there if he has enough control not to rip my arms off."

"I'll take a turn with him if he's not at the mercy of his anger." Zack Rider volunteered.

"So will aye." said Sheamus.

"I told Randy that we had the support of the roster. He needs to feel that support for himself. Knowing that he can work through the anger, depression, denial, and other stages that will come with all of our support will be crucial." MiraBeth said softly.

John Cena slid into the ring. "My turn." he said quietly.

"I'm pissed." Randy warned.

"We know. Let's go." John said as he locked up with his friend.

Roman slid out of the ring and came straight for MiraBeth. As he got close she opened her arms. "I'm not…" he started. She silenced him with a kiss. He wrapped his arms around her, squeezing her tightly and deepening the kiss. When they finally broke apart, he murmured, "I couldn't let you get in the ring with him, no matter how tough you are." They turned to watch Cena slide out and Wade Barrett take his place. The couple leaned against the barricade, Roman cradling MiraBeth between his open thighs. I wasn't trying to overstep…"

"We're good, Roman. I was happy to see you. Thrilled, actually." she whispered. Sheamus and Barrett swapped places. "I knew why you were there but it also proved a point to Randy. So does this."

MiraBeth felt a presence at her side. "Dare I ask what this is accomplishing?" Vince McMahon asked his Head of Security.

"We are helping Randy work through some anger in a more productive manner." Mizdow said as he prepared to enter the ring.

"It's what we can do after the night that we've experienced. We do this and you get your show." John Cena agreed, getting back in line behind Mizdow. "I don't know if I could handle what he saw. If I spend a few minutes in the ring with him to help him cope, so be it. And I'll be in the gym with him tomorrow."

"You approved this?" he asked MiraBeth.

"Yes, sir."

"If Orton is having issues with what he saw, why aren't you?" he asked.

"We all have our own ways of dealing and coping. Just because I'm not throwing punches in a ring doesn't mean this is easy." MiraBeth told her boss. "I am at a different stage than Randy. And we will be here to help each other through this."

When Vince was about to question her further, Seth motioned him away. "I know I'm not your favorite person but I've talked with both of them. They're going through the stages of grief as they cope with the accident. MiraBeth seems to think she is more in the denial and isolation stage. Randy has skipped more to the anger stage. We are helping him make that a little more productive than just being angry. MiraBeth is keeping focused on her new job and staying around people to counter-act the desire to isolate herself. And because several of us know about the stages now, we are sticking close to them and making sure they are okay."

"The WWE claims to be a family. We are going to prove it now." Dolph promised.

"That's all well and good," said Vince. "But we have a show to put on and you all need to get ready."

"We'll be ready." Dean promised. "All of us will be ready."

MiraBeth sighed with great relief now that the show had finally ended and the last of the wrestlers appeared to be safely ensconced in their rooms. It had been such a long day and an emotional one… Did this day really start with chewing out two youngsters over underage girls so many hours ago? Was that really today? MiraBeth leaned her head against the door of her hotel room. I cannot believe that I am sharing a room with Dean Ambrose again. Why didn't I take the time to switch rooms or get my own? All I want to do right now is curl up with Roman. I want to put my head on his chest, feel his arms wrapped around me and know that everything is going to be okay. Pulling the key from her pocket she slid it into the door. Suck it up, buttercup. You chose the room. Paste a smile on your face and be thankful you both have friends. She opened the door and heard the shower running. Well, you don't have to face him right away. She thought as she locked the door behind her. Setting her bag down, she pulled off her shoes and rolled her shoulders.

"I hope you're not disappointed that Dean and I switched rooms." MiraBeth whirled about to see Roman leaning against the doorframe of the bathroom. Before he could move MiraBeth was plastered against him, her arms wrapped around his middle. "I'll take that as you are happy to see me." he whispered against her forehead. She nodded. "I couldn't sleep without you for another night." he admitted. "And after today I thought you might need me."

"I do." she murmured.

"Let's get you a quick shower and then we can go to sleep." he suggested.

"That does sound good." she said. "I thought you already got your shower."

He shook his head. "You had to finish with your job and I needed to switch rooms. Seth watched for you to arrive and that's when I started the water. We also got food on the way back from the arena. You, me, Dean, Seth, and Randy don't have any reason to go out tonight. Dolph, Antonio, and Cena are going to keep an eye on Randy tonight." As he spoke, Roman helped MiraBeth out of her clothes. "We'll figure out someone else for tomorrow night. And I will watch over you." He ghosted his hands down her sides, making her tremble. "Everyone will do their part." He helped her into the shower, dropped his shorts, and climbed in right behind her. Picking up the washcloth and soaping it up, he began to carefully wash her body. Starting with her neck and working his way down with precision and care, Roman didn't miss an inch. MiraBeth leaned into his touch and moaned in pleasure. She reached for something to hold on to, anything to hold on to. One hand landed on his arm and held on tightly to keep her balanced and upright. The other hand landed just a bit lower… MiraBeth began to stroke slowly and firmly. Roman dropped the washcloth and grabbed her hand, pulling it away from his body. "Can't handle that, Baby. Not tonight." He dropped her arm over his shoulder as he picked her up and wrapped her legs around his waist. He stared into her eyes as he touched their foreheads together. "I love you. You know that, right? I would do anything for you. I need you, MiraBeth. You are my other half. You make me whole." As he spoke he positioned her body so he could slide inside, connecting their bodies on the most elemental level. "We… fit… perfectly. Made… for… each… other." Her hands moved to hold on to the back of his head. Her feet locked together at his lower back. His arms crossed as he gripped her shoulders bearing down inside her body on a hard stroke. MiraBeth maintained eye contact as she bit her lip and tried not to scream. Roman's knees bent as he flexed and thrust harder. Her eyes began to drift closed. "Look at me!" he demanded. The water cascaded over them as he stroked faster. Her mouth opened in a silent O. His grip was almost bruising when he slammed up inside and nearly froze, emptying himself inside her. MiraBeth toppled over the edge right behind him with a scream that echoed through the shower stall. Roman held her tight as she quivered and quaked against him.

Once they dried off and climbed into bed, MiraBeth curled into Roman's chest. Cushioned in the safety of his arms she sighed, "I love you, too." Roman went to sleep with a smile on his face.

MiraBeth blinked sleepily. As she closed her eyes, enjoying the comfort of Roman's arms, she saw the eyes of the young man staring at her. His lips seemed to move. "Why me?"