Abby awoke to find her self pressed against Mark. She quickly moved over even though his warm hard body had felt wonderful. She looked at the clock. It was 5:00am. What the hell was wrong with her? She had never paid attention to guys before, why was Mark having this affect on her? Hell he didn't even like her. She figured she would go get a workout in before Mark got up. She got up and pulled off the t-shirt and went to get a bra out of her bag.

"What the hell happened to yer back?"

She quickly put the bra on and went back to the bed and pulled her t-shirt back on.

"A mission to Iraq some years back to get out a few hostages who plane went down over there. I got caught and they beat and tortured me." Abby said in a matter of fact voice.

"How did you get out?" Mark asked leaning on his elbow to look at her.

"Sure you want to know?" Abby asked.

Mark nodded.

"You'd be surprised what you can do with a bed spring. I took one out and straitened it, spent a few days sharpening it on a stone ledge. I pretty much decapitated the guard took his weapon and set the two hostages free and we were picked up at the rendezvous point." Abby said.

Mark noticed the way she told it with no emotion like it had happened to someone else. The scars on her back were a testament to the kind of pain she must have suffered, yet she seemed oblivious to it.

"Where ya headed?" Mark asked.

"To the gym before we get on the road." Abby said setting down to put on her tennis shoes.

"Want some company?" Mark asked setting up.

"Sure." Abby said and set back down to wait for him. She studied his tats since he didn't have a shirt on, they fascinated her. Mark caught her staring.

"What?" He asked.

"Your tats are beautiful." Abby said.

"Well thanks, most people think there weird." Mark said smiling.

"Most people hide and bury there emotions, you choose to wear your for the world to see, fascinating." Abby said.

"Yer very perceptive, most people don't understand them." Mark said.

Mark pulled on a shirt and shoes.

"Ready?" he asked.

"Yea, let's go." Abby said and they headed downstairs.

Mark insisted they hold hands in case they ran into anyone they knew. Abby didn't bother to point out they weren't likely to run into anyone at the ungodly hour of 5:30am.

She enjoyed the feeling of his strong hand wrapped in hers. Abby figured she needed someone to knock some sense in her, being around Mark was making her act and feel really strange. As it happens they did run into Steve Austin leaving the gym.

"Hey deadman, heard ya got married, is this the little lady?" Steve asked grinning.

"Yea, Abby this is Steve Austin, a buddy of mine." Mark said.

"Hi Steve nice to meet you." Abby said.

"You too little lady, if this old dog here gives ya any trouble let me know, I'll kick his ass straight back to Texas." Steve said grinning.

"Oh really, well he did kind of piss me off yesterday." Abby said laughing.

"Deadman don't make me have to kick yer ass. You better treat that little girl right or this old rattle snake will steal her away from ya." Steve said joking.

Mark tightened his grip on her.

"She's just being a sassy little thing." Mark said and smacked her lightly on the ass.

Steve laughed and told them he would see them in the next city.

"What was that for?" Abby demanded with her hands on her hips.

"For flirting, remember you're supposed to be married to me?" Mark said grinning.

Before Mark knew what she was doing Abby grabbed his wrist and pressed her fingers hard into the inside of his wrist. Mark fell to his knees gasping in pain. He couldn't move.

"If you ever try that macho shit with me again, I'll break your wrist." Abby said calmly and then let him go.

Mark grabbed his wrist still in pain.

"That shit hurt!" Mark gasped out.

"Oh quit whining you big baby. A big guy like you can't take a little pain?" Abby said.

Mark stood up rubbing his wrist. Damn if she wasn't dangerous.

Abby turned and started toward the indoor track.

"Hey do ya think you could show me how to do that?" Mark yelled after her.

"Maybe, we'll see." Abby called back over her shoulder.

Mark watched her start running. He was lying yesterday. She was a beautiful girl.

Mark started his workout and tried to get Abby off his mind.

Mark dried his face and looked at the time. It was almost 7:30am. God had they been at it that long. He looked around the gym and seen Abby was now on the treadmill with no signs of slowing down. He watched her for ten more minutes and went over and unplugged the treadmill.

"What the fuck you do that for?" Abby asked jumping down.

"A workout is one thing, trying to kill your self is another? You've had enough." Mark said.

"Just who the hell are you?" Abby demanded.

"Yer husband." Mark said grinning.

"Now go hit the showers and meet me back out here, I'm starving." Mark said

"I will not." Abby said with her hands on her hips.

"Ya got two options go do what I said, or I'll carry ya back there and shower ya myself. I know ya can always shoot me, but I'm betting ya won't since its yer job to protect me." Mark said grinning at her.

Abby glared at him and then grabbed her gear and headed for the showers.

"Damn Cave man!" Abby yelled back at him.

Mark just chuckled and headed for the showers.