*All right readers and lurkers, I have officially returned to the land of fanfiction, even with the news that Dean/Jon is leaving WWE after April. I'm gutted by it, but I'm also hopeful for his future and will never stop being his fan or writing about him. Also, thank you all so much for the outpouring support with what I've been going through. I am finally in my own place with my two girls and I'm ready to start the new chapter of my life and get back to normal. Normal is writing for me and after what I've been through, let's just say I have a lot of pent up frustration and angst to get out. But first, gotta finish up my current stories, so here we go with the next installments! Love you all!*

Chapter 38

"What happened?"

"Not talking about it."

Chacia ran the ropes, spending her days off in Cincinnati again and pushed herself more than she ever had in her life. This was the first time she was able to come home in over a month. The WWE schedule was HECTIC, requiring going overseas twice for shows. She'd finally gotten two days off where she didn't have something going on with the medical team. It'd been over a month since she walked away from Jon, leaving him in that hotel parking lot, after breaking things off with Colby. Jon had left her alone, not approaching or ambushing her. Colby had been right – Jon would never love her the way she did him. He saw her as a means to an end, only coming to her when he needed something. Apparently, he had needed sex from her, to get his dick wet, and that was it. She was angry at herself for letting it happen, for being too weak when it came to Jon. Her addiction for him would always be there, it would never fully go away, but she had to move on with her life.

"Chacey…"

"I said no, Cody, now drop it." She gritted out, keeping focused on running the ropes and then began sparring with one of the students, letting her frustration and aggression out through wrestling.

Cody watched as she took a little too much aggression out on the student, wincing. "Chacia, stop-"

"Spar with me, darlin'."

Cody knew right then and there who and what her issue was.

Jon.

It was always Jon. He sometimes regret letting that kid train here and definitely regret talking to Chacia about him. She had dropped everything and flown out to the man without bothering to call ahead or anything. She was too loyal to Jon and Cody was certain Jon's loyalties ran with wrestling and Jon only.

"You-" He groaned when Jon rolled right into that ring, in his jeans and beater, the student quickly ducking out with an awed look. "Shit."

"Come on, Chacia."

His eyes were guarded as he circled her, taking in her form. She was gorgeous, sweaty, and she looked less than pleased to see him. Jon ducked when she charged, rolling out of the way and turned in time to get his ass knocked down, taking her with him. She was NOT going to take it easy on him. What the HELL was Jonathan Good doing here?! Chacia put him in a side headlock and began squeezing his head as hard as she could, wrenching it and felt his arms clasp around her waist.

"Bad move coming here, Moxley." She growled, feeling him roll her and she reciprocated by kicking him in the face.

Cody winced, knowing how lethal her kicks could be and simply stood there, his arms folded in front of his chest tightly.

"Come on, come on, Ambrose!" She slapped his head, knowing she dazed him with that kick and then dropkicked him as soon as he was on his feet. "Look at you, you're pathetic!" Going around him, she delivered a mean German suplex and didn't let go, doing it two more times like Eddie Guerrero used to do. Jon was on his feet and swung her into the ropes, only for her to Hurricanrana him right out of the ring, landing at Cody's feet. "COME ON, LUNATIC FRINGE!" Chacia was tempted to leap over the top rope, but instead, she bounced off the ropes and went full speed ahead, doing a suicide dive to land right on him outside of the ring onto the concrete.

"HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!" The students began chanting, having stayed to watch Dean Ambrose get his ass handed to him by Cody's retired cousin.

Cody was a little confused as he walked around the ring. Chacia had never actually made it in professional wrestling and she was not… well, honestly, Jon could have hurt her easily. He could have blocked or countered the majority of the moves she was doing and he could have put her down with one move. The man lived this sport, he was in perfect condition and he was stronger, but Jon was letting her beat the hell out of him. He didn't understand it at all.

She needed this, that was the only explanation Jon had for anyone. Chacia had been at his mercy for years, he got that. She needed to prove to herself, to him, that she wasn't. There was no faking or holding back on the moves either, she was messing him up and he had let her. He was bleeding from his nose and mouth, pretty goddamn sure he had a concussion. Cody began snatching up cell phones, not needing this on the Internet. He wasn't sure if it would be good press or bad.

"That all you got, darlin'?" Jon finally managed to ask, rolling onto his side and spit blood, tonguing his teeth to make sure none were loose.

Cody winced when she nailed him again.

Breathing heavily, she stumbled to her feet and glared down at him, spitting on him in the process. "Plenty more where that came from, Moxley." Chacia sneered, rolling back into the ring and didn't care if he was bleeding if he was hurt, if he was concussed.

He never should've come here in the first place! What did he think would be accomplished? He had stayed away from her for the past month and a half, so why was he here now? Shouldn't he be in Vegas for the holidays? Thanksgiving was on the horizon, which was why she came home in the first place.

"Everyone out!" Cody shouted, ordering the students out of the building and departed himself, leaving just his cousin and Jon alone together. He really hoped they didn't kill each other.

Chacia hopped up on the top turnbuckle while Jon continued checking to see if she'd loosened any of his teeth. Normally, she would've gone to him to make sure he was all right. Not this time. She folded her arms in front of her chest and tried to cool down, her temper off the charts at the moment. If this man only KNEW the real reason she had gotten out of wrestling in the first place…she gritted her teeth, not believing she allowed a man to influence such an important life decision like that. She was an idiot, a lovestruck fool for so many years and wasted so many tears and angst on Jonathan Good. He might've been in better shape than her, but with the CrossFit training she'd been doing with Colby, it was almost as if Chacia was a different animal in the ring herself. Faster, stronger, more agile…Jon was ground and pound whereas she could actually do high-flying moves and use her speed and small body to her advantage.

Jon pulled himself into a sitting position, peeling off his shirt to hold it against his bleeding nose and just stared at her. He didn't give two figs how fast she was. One punch and she was down, but he hadn't come here to hurt her. He had come to talk to her, to let her know he was pretty sure he had sorted his issues out and had a definite answer for her. He was guessing he had missed that window because she had just destroyed him. Wincing, Jon felt his ribs and let out a low hiss.

"Give me a second, darlin', and I'll be right there."

So she kept beating his ass.

Pushing himself up, he grabbed the bottom rope, slowly pulling himself into the ring and was waiting for her to knock him right out again. "Why, so you'll let me continue beating your ass?" Chacia shot back, not stupid by any means and knew exactly what he was doing. She didn't know why though. In every spar session they ever had together, he always dominated her because he was a lot stronger and faster…better. "No thanks, not interested." She began ripping the tape off her hands with her teeth, balling it up and tossed it over the top rope, hopping down to land on her feet like a cat. "I don't know what you're doing here and I don't really care. The ring is yours, Mr. Lunatic Fringe. I was just on my way out anyway." She moved past him to head for the ropes, but Jon's hand shot out to stop her and her entire body tensed, ready to uncoil on him again. "Let go of my arm right now before I BREAK it, Moxley." That wasn't a threat, it was a damn promise.

"Go for it, darlin', pretty sure you already fucked up my rib."

He was betting a lovely dislocation, by the way it hurt. Ice blue met steely hazel and Jon didn't look away, studying all those emotions that were swirling in those beautiful eyes. She was PISSED. She had every right to be. He had done his own internal assessment, replayed the time he had known her and how much she had done for him, along with the way he had callously disregarded her. Chacia had gone above and beyond for him, loved him all this time, and he had been a colossal idiot.

"I'm a fuckwit, Chacia." He said matter-of-factly, not surprised by the raised brow she shot him that indicated she agreed. "I love you."

Her response was to punch him as hard as she could right in the jaw, sending him right on his backside in the ring. "SCREW YOU!" She screamed, ignoring the stinging pain in her hand from that punch. "FUCK YOU!"

HE LOVED HER?! Since WHEN? Jon made it PERFECTLY clear he didn't know what the hell he wanted from her a month and a half ago! Give me more time. She gave him all the time in the world by walking away from his stupid, arrogant, using ass! When he couldn't even answer a simple yes or no question to be with her! If he loved her! And now he showed up here, out of the blue, where it all began for them and told her those three words!? Chacia wanted to punch him again, kick him again, HURT him and keep causing him pain because it was only a FRACTION of the pain and agony he put her through. She really did hope she jacked his ribs up; that was the LEAST he deserved for everything he'd done to her. Feeling marginally better, she slipped through the ropes and hopped down, walking to the back towards the shower room to clean up. Jon could burn in the eight circles of hell for all she cared with that 'I love you' crap!

Jon just lay there laughing as he felt his jaw. Oh, that was going to hurt like a son of a bitch in the morning. The thing was, what she perceived as a simple yes or no question wasn't. She had spent years realizing that she loved him, truly loved him. And being put right on the spot the way he had, well…Jon wasn't going to say those words to the most important person in his life, unless he knew for a fact he meant them. That he wasn't using her, that he wasn't going to toss her aside again. He had to know he wasn't going to keep yo-yoing her before saying those words.

Simple his ass.

Her blood was on fire for an entirely different reason as she stood under the ice cold sprays, trying to simmer herself down. She had not expected Jon to just show up out of the blue, ambushing her training session with Cody and the students and letting her kick his ass. This was not the way she thought her 2 days off would start. Christ, Chacia still had to go home and bake pies for the Thanksgiving dinner at Cody's tomorrow. Shit. She had stayed here way too late and planted her hands on the wall, letting the sprays wash over her. Once she felt her temper was simmered, for the time being, Chacia washed her hair and body, letting the sweat and grime flow down the drain. An hour later, she finally stepped out, feeling chilled from the inside out and pulled her hooded sweatshirt on. Why wasn't she surprised to find Jon waiting for her in the parking lot?

"I REALLY don't have time for this right now, Good." She muttered, unlocking her car to toss her purse in the passenger seat.

"Do you have any idea how fucked up that sounds? You waited years for me, Chacia. I ask you to give me a little more time, and suddenly all that patience is gone. I'm sorry I'm stupid, and I didn't have an immediate answer for you, Chacia. I am NOT sorry that I took the time to think about it. Darlin', with all the hurt I've put you through, I didn't want to keep on doing it. I didn't want to say yes just because I was riding high and then something brings my temper low and this shit starts all over again."

Jon had decided to not be selfish and just jump on that ship the moment she offered it. He'd hurt her enough to last her several lifetimes and, by trying to do the right thing, he had apparently hurt her all over again. Hell, maybe he was doing this backward. Maybe she wanted him to keep on hurting her and she just didn't know it.

"A person only has so much patience, Jon. A person can only take SO much before they completely SNAP!" Chacia sucked in a sharp breath, clenching her fists at her sides and narrowed her eyes to slits at him. "Thirteen years. Thirteen years I've been patient and kind and understanding and loving…I've done EVERYTHING and ANYTHING you've EVER asked of me! THIRTEEN GODDAMN YEARS and you needed MORE TIME? You do NOT get to stand there and fucking lecture me because I walked away from you like you've walked away from me all the other times! And it felt SO good to finally walk away from you, to make YOU feel abandoned for a change! Either you want me completely or you DON'T! It's not that fucking hard! I think you keep coming back and pulling my strings because you LIKE hurting me! I think you get off on it and I'm not gonna let you hurt me anymore. I've been just fine without you for the past month and a half, I was fine without you in my life for those 8 years you cut me off and I'll KEEP being fine and living without you. Like I said, screw you!" Chacia was FED UP with all of the antics and done with the games Jon enjoyed playing with her.

"Okay, right now?" Jon grinned at her, spitting another bit of blood. She had nailed him damn good, the inside of his cheek split open. "You'll need to be on top, Chace, I think you broke something." Fine, hard way it would have to be since she had decided to finally give up on him. At the most stupid time! Jon finally came around and she had given up. "I'm not going to back off, or fuck off, Chacia. Even if I have to keep at it for another 13 years, I'm going to prove to you that I love you." After he got his ribs checked. "Jesus Christ… you should try out for the women's division…" Definitely women's, he didn't think he'd like taking a beating like that in front of a live audience.