Darkness filled the room when I heard something; Randy lay mostly quiet next to me. When I woke enough to gather myself I heard the noises again. He began to stir lightly when I moved. I propped myself up on my elbow to stare at him, he groaned and mumbled in his sleep. At one time he winced and I saw his fist clench. I hoped he was dreaming but I could clearly hear and see the pain he was going through as he lay there, so I decided to wake him.

In my luggage was ibuprofen so I slowly prepared water and a cold washcloth. "Randy," I whispered quietly trying not to startle him. He barely responded and I tried again. His eyes snapped open, a look of unfamiliarity written across his face. After he came to I smiled gently and offered him the tablets.

"What's this?" He said through cracked sleepy vocal chords. "Something for the pain, I even brought you water," I shook the bottle slightly back and forth. He blinked at me a few times before opening his palm, a lot of effort going in to just getting the tablets to his mouth. After swallowing them, I went to work putting the cooled cloth on his forehead. I was sure he was back to sleep before I started to remove the cloth but he caught my wrist just as I reached for it.

He inhaled sharply through his nose and entwined his fingers with mine, "So you do have a nice streak in you," he smiled jokingly, "I'm sorry I woke you." My startled feelings faded quickly when I began to smile back at him enjoying the subtle affection.

"Oh dear, you are in a bad state," I laughed, "This is just what I do when I care." I knew the phrase would escape him as he lay between the conscious and unconscious world. I carefully moved the cloth and went to my own bed to finish the few hours of sleep I would get. The alarm came all too quickly with the sun.

Randy groaned loudly at the foot of the bed as he struggled to put on a new shirt, his ribs were bruised along with spots underneath his tattoos. Even his knuckles had turned a dark color. He took a deep breath still trying to put his shirt over his head when I sat up to help him. "Let me do it."

His eyes protested and I knew his pride was on the line but he surrendered the shirt when I stood in front of him refusing to move. I slid the shirt over his head and he adjusted it when the clothing had fallen to his hips. "Thanks," he said finally with a smirk.

"No problem, it's what I do," I sauntered back to the bed to gather my own things to start the day.

"Yea, you said that last night," he eyed me from where he stood. I didn't think he had heard me and my cheeks flushed. Happily, I stood facing away from him. "There's a lot about me you don't know…" I went to make my way around him when he stopped me.

"You care about me?" His eyes were still sleepy and half open; I wondered if he even knew what he was asking. "Yea…" I shrugged, "I guess I do." We stood in a standoff, the truth had finally come out and I waited to see if I had messed up.

A large smile came across his face and he chuckled slightly, a bit taken aback. I began to laugh at myself flustered at how easily I had started to open up to him. He waivered back and forth, "Good, now you know how I feel about you, you're different you know."

"Oh I come with a whole bag of issues, don't need to remind me how different I am."

His arm shot out as I made my way to pass, we had entered dangerous territory very quickly. He caught me around my ribs pulling me in to him, "Come here," he said.

"We all have a past Erin, it doesn't define you, and if you don't believe that then just know I don't judge," an earnest look was upon his face, he bent down and kissed the top of my head. I turned to hug him. "Thank you," he whispered in my ear before he let go. I turned and kissed him gently avoiding the gash Dean had left across his bottom lip, "I have –"he placed multiple kisses on me, "to get ready," he pulled deeper in to the hug and recoiled almost immediately from the pain. He groaned in protest with a pathetic puppy-eyed look and I handed him more tablets before starting my day.

"Fine go get ready," he called, "I think you're going to have to search out Hunter on your own today anyway."

Randy went over directions and locations until he was blue in the face. My responsibility was to find Hunter to talk to him. Randy stayed behind to recoup what energy he could before the fight later.

"Stop worrying about me, I can do this!" He cried out to me as he winced trying to drink a smoothie I had gotten him. "You are not fine! You couldn't even get dressed this morning, how can you expect to fight?" I was in a complete mood thinking about Randy getting beat up further, even if it was his job. He stopped after my comment and I was sure I had struck a chord with him. His lips curled at the edges with a look of endearment.

"You don't understand anything about this, but I do…" he sighed, "I don't care what I have to do or in what state I am, I have to do this for my daughter. Whatever it takes for her, I don't get a break from being a provider." He had a point; I had no experience being the sole provider for someone. I shook my head disgruntled at his decision, it was time to go.

Wandering through the arena was a chore, I looked in every business room I could find that Randy had mentioned and kept coming up short. Time was closing in for the fight and panic rushed over me as I tried to find the one guy that should have been noticed everywhere. I made my way through the growing crowds unwilling to ask anyone for help. I turned a corner and stopped dead in my tracks.

I tried to back away quickly but it was too late. "Look who it is!" I heard him call out. Seth Rollins and Roman Reigns had noticed my faltered step down the hallway they were standing in. A few steps back I stopped unwilling to be rude. Dean was nowhere around and I assumed he too, was hiding trying to recover.

The guys already had their vests on, Roman crossed his arms intimidatingly, and his tattoo shimmered. Seth came forward energetically, he looked at Roman and back at me, "So you're the one Dean beat Randy's ass all over this place for huh?" Seth had a funny way of saying hello but I guessed the fight was the hot topic on the streets.

"He did no such thing, is that all you wanted to ask?" Politely I tried to cut the questioning short so I could leave. "He didn't? That's not how we heard it." Roman looked at Seth confused, his eyes widened.

"Wait, what did he tell you exactly?" I was curious after the blunder with Natalya. Roman pouted his lip and shrugged not taking sides, "He said Randy was encroaching on his girl and he kicked his ass, said he thought he made his point very clear." Seth nodded in agreement, his blonde and brown hair a fluffy mess on his shoulders.

"He is absolutely incredible!" I huffed at the men.

Seth laughed in excitement; somehow he thought there was something funny about my reaction. "He's in pretty bad shape, whatever Randy did to him… well," Seth looked at Roman and me, "I think Dean had it coming, no one just gets beat like that, no matter what the reason is." A shrugged escaped his shoulders and Roman looked at him tight lipped.

I felt the pinch of hands on my collar bone; I shrank away in response to the pressure and turned around. The conversation with the guys would have to wait; I still didn't know who I could trust to tell me the truth.

"Hey Erin, I think we should go talk…" Hunter had finally found me. "There might be a problem with the storyline…"