All right we all know I don't own any of the Wrestlers here so don't rub it in. The character I own is Saffron - All details contained with are based upon my screwed up imagination.

Title Breath in Now 3/3

Author name me

Author Email Bekabulwinkle@hotmail.com Category: Drama, angst, romance Spoilers none really

Rating I'd say maybe a Mature since it has a few of the f' words in it



Throwing some clothes on Saffy groaned as the knocking on her door got louder, crawling out of her bed she finally got up. "Wait a god damn minute!" She yelled going to the door, opening it Saffy just moaned and turned around "What are you doing up so early?" Lying back in bed she saw him hook her door open before following her "Come on Saf its eleven you should of been up hours ago. "You're the devil you know that don't you?" She threw a pillow at him when he opened the heavy drapes - hissing at him she just pulled the cover over her head and yelled "Fuck off Brock I'm sleeping here go bug someone else!" Hearing him chuckle as the cover was pulled out of her hand and off the bed - "Damn it I swear I'm going to kick your ass" She said rolling back over looking up at him "Yea you and what army kiddo - now get up" Pouting she sat up, glaring at him "Didn't think so" He smirked down at her, jumping off the bed they fell into the same old game. Saffy elbowed him seeing him play along they started to have a mock wrestling match with both of them commentating. They were laughing so loud neither of them saw the small group standing by the door all watching. Saffy did a fast count and started jumping up on the bed "Yes! - I am that damn good - Ladies and gentle men your new WWE champion Phoenix. The crowd goes wild" Intimidating a crowd she was jumping up and down "Thank you - thank you. I just want to thank all the little people who helped me get where I am today, if I could remember you names I would but ha." Her speech was cut off she saw the crowd at her door, falling on the bed she went red, looking at them then at Brock she whispered "How long have they been there?" "I'd say since your amazing defeat of me" He was trying hard not to laugh at her bright red face "What the hell were you thinking of leaving the door open like that" Smacking him on the arm she waved at the crowd "Yes well I hope you all have a nice day" Shooing them away Saffy sank down on her messed bed next to Brock "So what are you doing today kiddo?" Shrugging Saffy yawned, she hadn't gotten back well into the wee hours of the morning. "Go have a shower cause you sink like smoke and beer" Pushing her to the bathroom Saffy scoffed at him, knowing he was right considering she had spent most of the night in a bar. Sitting on her bed Brock could see a few of the vodka bottles laying half under it, sighing he picked them up noticing more than half were empty and the rest were well on there way to being the same. "Wanna tell me about these?" He said as she came out of the bathroom, dressed in a towel. Scowling at him she just shook her head, pulling some clothes form her bag as he stared at her "Saffy you promised no more drinking" Dumping the bottles in the bin he shook his head as she just started getting dressed "Yea well I broke it" Clipping her bra on she just tugged her long skirt over her legs as he come around the bed towards her "Baby I worry about you" Shaking out of his grip she pulled a shirt over her head "Don't Brock I didn't ask you too alright" She said tearing a brush through her hair, he almost screamed as she picked up her bag "No its not alright - Saffy your hurting yourself, your riding drunk what happens if you have an accident - if you hurt yourself or someone else" "Leave it alone Brock it's got nothing to do with you!" She screamed as she reefed open her door, not caring who heard there argument "Nothing to do with me - damn it Saffron stop when I'm talking to you" Stopping she slowly turned on her heels looking at him, pointing him in the chest as she spoke "Or what Brock - you haven't been around for a year so I say your hold on me is well and truly gone" Seeing his anger rise she didn't care - damn he just had to start this morning didn't her, her head pounded with a hangover and all she wanted to do was curl up and cry but her temper was just getting the better of her "You're not my father and your damn well not my lover anymore so back the fuck off - what I do with my life is my business not yours!" She screamed before stalking down the hallway he grabbed her arm, spinning her around not caring that they were having an argument in the middle of the hallway surrounded by people. Swinging at him her fist connected with his jaw "Grab me like that again Brock and I swear I'll fuckin` kill you" Her eyes blazed as he let go, rubbing his jaw watching her go down the hallway "Saffy - please stop. Can't you see your killing yourself again only this time it's slower? damn it I don't want to get the phone call to come and identify your body" The elevator door had opened as he spoke - getting on she glare up at him "Fine I'll make sure I always have a note on me saying do not call Brock Lesner to come and identify my body"

The door slide closed at his defeated face looked at her, closing her eyes against it she lent up against the cool metal, fishing her keys from her bag, racing through the lobby of the hotel towards the only thing that made her forget, that was faster than those demons nipping at her heels. Jumping on her bike she let the motor purr before she revved the hell out of it, not caring what damaged she was doing as she squealed out of the car park leaving a cloud of smoke and the smell of burning rubber in her wake. His words racing in her mind as she weaved in and out of the traffic. Brock felt like he was going to explode - he didn't know who he was angrier with himself or her. "You alright man?" Matt asked looking at him with sad eyes, the tension building around them, Jeff's question was almost missed it all "You two were dating?" Looking from his brother to Brock Matt couldn't tell if the bigger man was about to kill his baby brother or burst into tears. He wasn't expecting Brocks usually loud voice was soft as he spoke "Saffron was the mother of my child" Shaking his head he slammed her door shut, not letting prying eyes see the tears he was about to spill. Leaning up against the wall he let them fall. Everything had gone from bad to worse and he just didn't know how to make it better. He thought a year; a year was long enough to be apart, long enough to grieve.

Screaming through the traffic Saffy tore along the busy streets - she had no idea where she was going all she knew was she needed a drink. Just one drink to dull the pain now settling on her again, one drink to help her get through the day, just one small drink to stop her hands from shaking - damn she just needed that one drink.

Watching him pace Mark felt bad for the kid - he had heard about the fight he had with Saffy, everyone knew about it. There wasn't much that went by the gossip ring in the company, by what Jeff had said there was more to the story than anyone really knew. He saw the younger man jump at each crack of thunder, almost knowing what would be going through his mind - each scenario he had made up, almost for certainty his mind was racing though the worst. Then Mark heard the all too recognizable hum of a bike, seeing Brocks head lift he must of heard it to because the man was all but running full pelt towards the back entrance.

Sitting in the bar Saffy looked at the drink in her hands as memories flooded around her, images and sounds cascaded through time and pounded on her emotions. He was right, she knew it, she knew it a year ago and she knew it now. Everything had just crumbled in on her; everything had been torn apart and shattered that night. She could hear the rain pelting down outside the bar, as a waitress looked over at her with dead eyes. Twirling the liquid she just sat looking at it living it all over again for the last time because she couldn't stay there anymore, she couldn't live a life on memories.

********First Meeting******** Looking up from her book she smiled at him - another stray wrestler her uncle had brought home "Saffy this is Brock - Brock my niece Saffron but we all call her Saffy" Taking in his long blond hair and sparkling eyes she held her hand out to him "Hi" "Hello" He said looking over her, she could see his surprise when he finally looked at her eyes; she was use to the look, since she got it constantly. Having one blue and one green eye does kind of freak some people out but he just smiled and nodded at her. "Saffy here usually helps out with the training when I'm not around- so you two will be seeing a lot of each other" Her uncle waved at her a little before introducing him to her aunt and her cousins. Sitting back on the sofa she watched them leave, he was big, the kind of guy you actually think of when you think about wrestling, hopefully this one could handle the pressure of not only the training but also being ordered around by a girl, a lot of guys ended up quitting because they couldn't take her orders and her demand for respect, not only for her but also all the woman they would work with. Respect begets respect, her mother taught her that before she died. Smiling at the memory of her strong willed mother Saffy sighed and got up making her way towards the garage "Saf - you going to the garage?" Looking up at her uncle and his new project she nodded "Yea thought I would work on my bike a little before I go out?" Seeing him frown she sighed "Fine I'll stay in" Smiling he patted her shoulder "Well since your going out there could you show Brock to the guest house, explain how everything works?" Nodding she picked up some of his bags and motioned for him to follow, they walked in silence until she opened the door, heaving his bag on the bed she turned to him "Its not much basically one room and bath you share with me - you have your own T.V, video - there's cable in side and Aunt Franny will expect you to eat with us, word of warning she will mother you expect and deal that's the way she is" Opening another door she saw him look over her into it "This is my workshop, don't mess with my bikes and that door - " Pointing towards a door across from the they were standing in she kept going "That's my room - knock and wait until I say enter I'll do the same for you - show consideration for my shit and I'll do the same for yours any questions?" Turning to him she couldn't help but smile at his confused look, patting him on the arm she just grinned "Don't worry about anything - show my aunt respect, don't screw my cousins and you'll be fine" Closing the door behind her Saffy switched the radio on and started on her bike.

********Five Months later "First Kiss"******** "I think they finally might be getting it together" Fran said looking over at her husband and then back at her niece and Brock who were currently lounging on the sofa watching yet again more wrestling. Both doing colour commentary on the latest match, Saffy was cheering on her favourite wrestler The Undertaker while Brock was going for Austin. "Hope so cause, there good for each other" Leaning up against Brock Saffy smirked as Austin was thrown against the ring and `Taker started beating him "Told you" "Wait a second - the match isn't over yet" Brock replied watching the bald headed man fight back "No way will he be able to get `Taker with his stupid stone cold stunner - it's the Undertaker for crying out loud" "Yea like that means a lot - just cause you have a crush on the guy." "I do not have a crush on him Brock - take that back" She said slapping his arm as he laughed shaking his head "I thinks the lady doth protest to much" Kneeling she started hitting him "I do not have a crush on him Brock Lesner - take that back right now" Brock was laughing so hard he couldn't deflect her punches, "Yea you do" "I do not!" She screamed which just made him laugh even harder; the two of them tumbled as Brock fell back. Looking down at him Saffy did know what happened but one moment they were goofing around and the next they were kissing. Closing her eyes she felt his lips against hers, his tongue in her mouth as she relaxed into the feelings washing over her. Pulling herself up she was gasping for air as she faintly heard the bell ringing, both of them looked at the T.V hearing Undertakers music and seeing him in the ring. "Told you Taker would win" That first kiss, she could feel it like it was yesterday, like those years melted away and they were starting out. The disaster of there first date, followed by the unforgettable second one, the two of them watching the sun set as they sat on the beach, feeling his arms around her as they talked well into the night. So many nights spent just in his arms, secrets revealed, dreams shared, wishes granted, she remembered each and every long lingering kiss and each quite but passionate filled ones. The way his hands felt on her body as he undressed her for the first time, the feather light kissed he placed all over her, whispered words of love as they slowly explored each others bodies. The total feeling of love as she came screaming his name - as he would hold her as she lay sleeping. In small gestures of love she would find such meaning, the way he would look at her across the table, how he never complained about being ordered around by her, even after there relationship changed he never once questioned her, or tried to use it against her. The day she found out she was pregnant he was with her - he held her hand as the doctor told them, he was with her when they told her aunt and uncle, damn it he even held back her hair as she threw up each and every morning. His face holding a love that she only ever saw when her father looked at her mother or when her uncle looked at her aunt, and she knew her face shone the same way because she loved him. The first man she had ever slept with, the first man who she had given her heart to be the only man she wanted to be with. In her body there child grew, things changed - she knew they would, but she never regretted anything. Her body swelled as the time went on, but she never let him once give up on his dream. She had out and out refused to let him give up, her aunt and uncle supported them in everything they did. Saffy was there each time Brock won - driving him through the armature ranks and into the Indy companies, she would watch as woman threw themselves on him but he would shake his head and come straight to her, his smile reserved only for her. Things were going great - well they had ups and down but in total Saffy loved her life, her and Brock had been together for a little over two years, its wasn't a long time but it didn't matter they had the rest of there lives. Then that night came and changed everything took her happy life and turned it upside down and inside out. Watching him she smiled as he came though the curtain - his body sweat soaked and his chest heaving. "You were wonderful baby" She said kissing him the best she could, being eight months pregnant kinda hampered it at the moment "Thanks baby" He said kissing her nose and gently running a hand over her swollen belly as people congratulated him on winning, patting his back, but he didn't take much notice, smiling down at Saffy. "Brock man you coming for a few drinks?" Looking over his shoulder at Tommy he went to shake his head but Saffy nodded for him "Of cause he will" She called out seeing Tommy smile and head to the lockers "But." Cutting him off with a kiss she pushed his sweaty body from her "Go have fun - celebrate your win and when you come home I'll be waiting for you" "You sure - I don't have too" Nodding her head she pushed him away a little more laughing "Yes - now go and let this pregnant woman head home, she needs some sleep" "Won't be late" "Yea well you own me a foot rub" She called after him seeing a few of the guy's snicker; happy she hurried to her car. He was finally getting the recognition he deserved, she was bias but that didn't mean anything - Brock was going to be the next big thing. She was nearly home when it happened - a car came out of nowhere, tearing through the red light and ploughing straight into her. The last thing Saffy remembered was the sound of metal grating against metal then waking up in the hospital looking up into Brocks harried face "Baby what happened?" She whispered, as he looked down at her, kissing her face before speaking "Your awake, Saffy your awake" Trying to laugh her throat was scratchy "Shh, I'm going to get a doctor" Closing her eyes she couldn't move, her whole body ached, lifting a hand to her stomach she screamed "Where's my baby!" Brock came running in, her uncle and aunt not far behind with a doctor "Shh - calm down baby please your going to hurt yourself" Brock was pleading with her but she already knew - tears, there was so many tears after that. So many times she had wished she never woke up, one stupid careless moment and her whole life was broken, and it wasn't even her mistake. Teenagers running from the police, teenagers who didn't even get hurt had killed her dreams, taken her child from her. Nothing was the same after that day - she pushed everyone away, her heart had just shattered. Brock blamed himself, she blamed herself and no one was talking. At the court case she broke down - seeing the faces of her child's killers, there were still children themselves, there parents hung there heads in shame as she walked past and Saffy wanted to hurt them as much as they hurt her - she wanted them to know what they had done to her. Tears streaming down her face as she spoke about the live she had envisioned for herself, Brock and her child.

Openly crying she got up, tossing down some bills looking at the untouched beer before leaving the bar shocked to see that the day had vanished. For the first time she didn't need that one more drink, she didn't need those pills to sleep, she just needed him. Needed to feel his arms around her again, for him to love her, protect her, for Brock to look at her like he use too - for him to love her like he use too. The rain pelted down as she jumped on her bike, not caring about anything but getting to him, to begging him to love her, begging for his forgiveness. The moon shone over her head as she rode down the near empty streets, rode like a bat out of hell to get back to her angel. Heading towards the arena she saw the lights flashing, the show must have started by now so she knew he would be there. Lighting and thunder flashed over her as she came to a screeching stop by the back entrance - and there he was. Standing in a halo of light his chest heaving as he looked at her. Jumping off her bike she couldn't move "I'm sorry!" She called as he stood there, she couldn't see his face from the light. Nerves coursed though her what if she was too late, what if he didn't love her anymore. "Baby I'm so sorry" She called again, this time he moved, sweeping her in his arms. "I love you Brock - I always have and always will" Hugging him she let her tears fall, missing with the rain on his arms she never wanted to let go "I'm so sorry - please forgive me for everything" Brock shook his head at her, looking down at her his own tears fell as he kissed her "Forgiveness is something you never have to ask for my heart - my love" He said, holding her close to him "I love you so much my Saffron - I don't know what I would do if you weren't around" The two of them were ignorant to the onlookers - her uncle just nodded his head and chuckled to himself whispering "Finally - talk about a saga" Before leaving to call his wife - they had hoped maybe this would bring them back together. "God I love you my monster" And I love you, I've never stoped" He said laying butterfly kisses over her face "Hate to bust up the reunion but you have a match in like ten minutes Brock" Jeff called from the doorway. "You'll be waiting for me?" he asked, setting her back on the ground "Forever, I'll be waiting forever" She whispered and before they walked into the building hand in hand.