Title: The Catch Your Breath Series (02/??)
Rating: PG
Summary: Sometimes a relationship isn't just about two people.
Type of fic: Vignette series
Disclaimer: All recognisable entities are not mine.
Author's notes: Just a series of short first person POV vignettes that deal with my latest 'shipperdom. It can be a continuation of Untitled 58 and Untitled 59, or it can be read by itself. Think you guys can figure out who each person is? ;) It's not too hard, hopefully.

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A second chance/ Come to pass / Take a leap / If you dare / If you can / Catch your breath

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Part Two

I hadn't entered the room quietly, nor had I been noisy. But they don't notice me, and for the moment I swallow the words that threatens to interrupt them. I watch them, stunned. And strangely…pleased.

They are holding each other, lost in their own world. He has her face in both his hands, their foreheads pressed together as he murmurs words to her I cannot hear. He sounds as if he is reassuring her. She is holding onto his arms, a small smile on her face. She is clearly not the same woman who was forced out of the company all those months ago. I hope she isn't, because I find myself reluctantly admiring this person who possesses the title 'SmackDown General Manager'.

I feel as if I'm intruding on something, but I'm mesmerised by their form. They have an obviously close relationship, their adoration for the other unmistakable. It surprises me. A McMahon actually have feelings of love for someone other than their own self?

I watch as he leans down to kiss her softly on the lips, and finally I know that it is time to let them know of my presence. I take a breath, shake my head.

'What in the blue hell is going on here?' I demand, reverting to the brash, swaggering Champion that is synonymous with The Rock.

The two of them jump apart so violently from the other that I almost burst out laughing. But I don't. Instead I stride confidently into the room, right through the now-vast gap between them.

'Rock,' she gasps, a hand moving to her throat. 'What are you doing here?'

'I'm asking the questions here,' I tell her. 'Why am I in a match against this guy?'

I'm surprised as a large grin comes over his face. He turns to face her. 'Should we tell him?'

This peaks my interest, and I, too, look at her.

However, she is still taken aback by my interruption, and I suppose by my being here. She shakes her head slightly. 'Tell him what?'

'About the main event,' he says.

'Or about what I just saw here,' I cannot help but suggest, and this time I find it almost impossible to prevent myself from laughing out loud.

She stares at me. 'You…you…how long were you standing there?'

He is staring at me as well.

I grin at them both. 'Long enough. Is it a big secret? Should I not saying anything to keep the ex from finding out?'

'No, of course not,' she snaps at me. She is now the McMahon I have come to know, but yet it isn't the same.

'Look, we didn't ask you here to talk about that,' he says in a placating tone. 'Stephanie feels it best that you know about tonight's actual main event.'

I'm all business again. 'And that is…?'

'It isn't you versus Edge,' she speaks, also all business. 'It's you teaming up with Edge against my two new RAW recruits.'

I'm not concerned. 'And they are…?'

'Chris Benoit and Eddie Guerrero.'

I snort. But I'm also deeply impressed. 'I can't wait.' I start to walk away, knowing that there is nothing else of consequence that needs my attention. I am only a several steps from the door when her voice stops me.

'Rock, wait.'

I turn, not saying anything. I wonder if she will make mention of her new relationship.

She walks towards me, and over her shoulder I see him just standing there. 'I want to talk to you about a new contract…'

I keep silent.

'I want you to sign with SmackDown,' she continues. 'To sign with me.'

I let a moment pass, and then, 'Got a pen?'

end part two.