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-Tuesday, March 2-

"Bonjour, Claire speaking."

"You've always had a problem with checking caller I.D." I laughed at the woman on the other end of the line,

"Good morning, Sam!" I greeted Randy's wife enthusiastically, pulling on my boots. It was ten and I was to meet Ted and Cody for brunch. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"

"I'm just... uh, worried about Randy." She said honestly, "He called me about two hours ago and said he was coming home..." I nodded to myself, unsurprised to hear that. I set my phone between my ear and shoulder, walking around picking up my belongings.

"That honestly doesn't surprise me." I told her as I threw clothes into my suitcase without folding them, "He may or may not have tried to kill Michael."

"Michael?"

"Mizanin. The Miz. He wouldn't tell me why, though. I managed to get two slaps in, if it means anything." I said with a slight laugh.

"He... I can't believe him." She sighed deeply, "I thought he was getting better."

"Michael must have done something to really set him off; he's improved heaps, Sam." I assured her as I entered the bathroom.

"Michael's the guy you like, right?" Sam asked in an almost strained tone.

"Uh, yeah, why?" I asked, somewhat annoyed that she knew that I liked Michael.

"No reason, I gotta go. Alanna's being fussy." I smiled at the thought of the small girl.

"Of course, give her a kiss for me!" I laughed, "Bye Sam." I pulled my phone away and ended the call, throwing it into my handbag.

I greeted Ted and Cody for brunch not long after. Neither of them looked particularly happy.

"Do you hate me for slapping Randy?" I asked as I slowly sat down beside Cody and opposite Ted.

"Randy's in a shit mood." Cody growled, "I don't know why, but he came to our room really early this morning and demanded neither of us tell Sam he beat up Mike." I let my mouth form into an 'o'. I looked at the menu as nonchalantly as possible, but Cody caught on. "You told her, didn't you?"

"She rang just before I came down here and asked why Randy had been sent home. Why wouldn't I tell her?"

"He didn't ask you to keep it a secret, you haven't done anything wrong." Ted pointed out and I sighed in relief. "Everything'll be fine. It's not the first time he's done anything stupid."

"Sam's just worried because it's been awhile." I told them with a sad smile, "It was just a momentary relapse."

"You make it sound like a drug addiction." Cody said with a small chuckle, "He'll be fine. He probably just had to get something out of his system."

"Um, I think I'm going to skip out on you guys..." I said as I stood up, "I should go speak to Randy before we leave for the house shows..."

I knocked on his door rather loudly, but also quite carefully, "Randy? Let me in, please?" I heard the door being unlocked and I bit the inside of my cheek when he opened it.

"Since when do you deadbolt a door?" I asked him quietly, looking up to meet his eyes. My heart broke in two when I noticed the puffiness surrounding, "Have you been crying?" he pushed me into the room harshly, closing and locking the door behind me.

I watched him walk over to the bed before I followed him, sitting close beside him.

"What are you doing here?" he asked rather coldly.

"I... no, why were you crying?" I asked him seriously, trying to get a better look at his face, "You don't cry, you're... For fuck's sake, you're Randy Orton."

"Sam..." he trailed off after only one word, "Claire, Sam wants to take a break." My jaw dropped and I shook my head profusely.

"Mais – quoi? Non!" I said in disbelief, "Did... did she say why?"

"She... I don't even know why she'd think... she thinks I'm still in love with you." My eyes widened and I raked a hand through my dyed hair.

"That's... that's absurd!" I said quite loudly, "She has no reason to think that!" he remained quiet, "I mean... you don't, right?" my face went from confusion to that of shock and horror, "Randy! You... No! Ah!" he looked up at me through blood shot eyes. "When did she call?" I had to ask, praying it was before I had spoken to her.

"About five minutes before you came here." I slumped my shoulders and fell into the seat nearest the window.

"This can't be happening..." I closed my eyes tightly and rested my head on my left hand, my elbow leaning on the arm's chair. "She... What would make her think that?" I asked, ignoring that he still hadn't said he wasn't in love with me.

"Someone told her I punched Mike and she assumed it was because of you and..."

"Was it because of me?" I asked with a cry, "Why would you still love me?" I could feel the tears wanting to escape my eyes and I tried my hardest to break them back, "Ten years, Randy." I reminded him, looking at the back wall, "You... My god. Do you love Sam?" I asked desperately and he growled angrily.

"Of course I love Sam. I married her; do you think I'm an idiot?"

"Honestly?" I spat at him, "Yeah, I do! Did you even deny having feelings for me when you spoke to Sam? Or did you just stay quiet and let her fill in the gaps?" his silence told me all I needed to know, "Oh, you are one stupid man, Randal!"

"She would have known I was lying." He sighed defensively.

"Oh, come on! You're the best damn actor I've ever fucking seen," I spat at him, closing my eyes once more. "You've loved me all this time, I never would have guessed."

"Stop saying it!" I was getting a much undesired reaction out of him, but I wasn't thinking straight either. "You're the reason I'm in this damn mess!"

"Really? Because I remember you trying to kill Michael! Which got you sent home. Which made Sam call me." I snapped my mouth shut after the confession.

"It was you. It was you!" he stood up from the bed, clenching his fists.

"Don't come any-"

"You are the entire fucking reason my marriage is falling apart." He walked towards the seat, making me jump out of it and try walk around him.

"Oh, no. Don't blame this on me. Do you not realise that you had time to tell me you loved me and then we wouldn't be in this fucking mess!" I yelled at him, getting closer to the room door.

"It wouldn't have mattered! You've been in love with the 'awesome one' since you met him!" he countered and I snorted with laughter.

"And you think I didn't love you then? I only got over you a couple of fucking years ago! When you got married. When I knew it was over." I unlocked the door and stood in the frame, "Don't blame me for anything." I slammed the door shut behind me, huffing down the hallway.

"Where's the fire?" Cody tried to joke as he stepped out of the elevator as I was about to walk in.

"It's probably about to start in Randy's room." I scowled, "Tell him I hate him." I said to the younger man who furrowed his brow and watched as the doors closed between us.

I was well aware that I was crying pretty heavily, but it was the last thing on my mind. Sleep was the first. It seems that being at Randy took a lot out of me.

Wake me when you want to leave. C.B. xx I sent a text to Ted. To quote Homer Simpson. Need. More. Snooze.

Translation:

Mais - quoi? Non! - But - what? No!