A/N: Hey, did anyone read my last chapter? Cause I got NO reviews for it. Just curious. Oh, I don't own the songs, of course. They're "Haunted" by Evanescence and "All my Friends Crush You" by Neurotica, which I hear is the song Sean had before the totally awesome one he has now. But I honestly don't remember the song he used to have, so whatever. I'm using it anyways! Lol And excuse any errors. I didn't re-read this chapter cause it was 1:30 am when I finished it, and I was starting to get all blurry eyed. So sorry about that!

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'Watching me

Wanting me

I can feel you pull me down

Fearing you

Loving you

I won't let you pull me down'

My sinister grin was just as wide as his. I stood at the top of the ramp, watching him stand in the ring. With my microphone in hand, I stopped the match.

"Sean, you've been bugging me for awhile now to be your valet or manager. Well, I have a proposition for you. Yes, I'm the Cruiserweight champion. Yes, I'm the hardcore champion. But I want a tag belt around my waist. And I know you'd love to have more than just the Intercontinental title. I can see it in your eyes. So how about it? Heaven and Hell form a team? Sean O'Haire and Mystic Angel partner up?" I said. He stared at me for quite sometime. His eyes studying my body, from my brand new hair down my black tank top and flare clad body, to my black combat boots. "Sean, I see you looking at my changed appearance. I did this for you. I wanted to get rid of the old me and bring in the new me. Sean, you're a part of the new me. Will you be my tag partner and my manager? And in return I'll do the same for you." He gave me a simple nod and gave me a grin. "Good. Now, get out of that ring and let's go find us a real match." He pushed some poor Indy wrestler out of the way and rolled under the ropes. He met me at the top of the ramp and stared down at me. I licked my lips and gave him a little wink before disappearing behind the curtains.

"Casey! Maggie just finished your top, she wants you to go try it on to make sure it's a perfect fit," Laura, one of the wardrobe assistants called to me at the end of the hall

"Thanks Laura!" I waved to her with a smile.

"David wants to see you and Sean about the music," Kristen, a tech intern said.

"Tell him I'll be there in about 5 minutes," I replied as I took off down the hall for the locker room with wardrobe in it.

"Here, try this on!" Maggie cried throwing my new wrestling outfit at me. I quickly changed and cringed when I looked in the mirror. "It's great! I'll make a black one with purple flames and a red one with black flames. Just for variety." She smiled as she straightened the flared pant legs. She looked up at me and stood, putting her hands on her hips. "What's the matter?"

"No offence to the work you do on Trish's wardrobe or any of the other girls', but I look just like them," I said staring at her through the mirror.

"That's good. You're supposed. Look, the flames are what make you, you now. It's what Vince wants. And what Vince wants, Vince gets," Maggie said. "Alright, I can alter it a bit. What do you want done?"

"Okay, is there some way to cut flames in the top, like over my chest instead of under? And make the top shorter. Kinda like a sports bra type top. And put a colored piece of the fabric under my top to replace the cut out. Other than that, I guess it's okay," I said.

"Alright, give me the top and I'll see what I can do in 5 minutes to it. Laura is finishing your trench coat right now. You can pick up the top and coat then. Might as well keep the pants on. One less thing you'll have to rush to get into," she smiled as I threw the top at her.

"Thank you! I'll be back in a few!" I yelled as I ran out of the room. I ran down the hall towards the sound trailer and skipped the steps as I ran up. I reached for the door handle just as the door opened and banged me in the head. I tumbled down the couple of steps and landed on the cement ground with a thud. "Owe." I rubbed my head with my hand and pouted. "Damn doors."

"You okay?" Sean asked trying his hardest not to laugh. I looked up at him with a glare and he helped me up. "I was just going to go find you. Sorry about that." He wrapped his arm around my shoulders and I struggled to walk. "You okay?"

"My ass," I whined as we entered the small quarters of the trailer. "Now what's goin on? Cause I'm VERY busy tonite." Sean and I settled the little problem with the sound guys, Jericho's right, they are monkeys and I ran back down to wardrobe.

"How's it fit?" Maggie asked as I walked out from behind the changing screen.

"Not my baggy jeans, but it'll do. Thanks Mags," I smiled.

"Oh, wait, you're not finished yet!" she said grabbing the black trench coat with blue flames down the sleeves and on the back. I slipped it on and looked at myself in the mirror. She smoothed out the pleather and smiled. "Perfect."

"Casey! We need you!!"

"Well, duty calls. Thanks again Mags. And you two Laura," I smiled as I skipped off to the Diva's locker room for a vignette. I picked threw my coat on the bench and picked up my cell phone, waiting for them to call action.

"Listen Jeff, it's just not working out! I can't deal with all this long distance. I'm breaking all this off," I smiled. "No, there's nothing that can be done. The next time I'm home, you'll get your ring back. Bye." I hung up with a grin and tossed the engagement ring in the air, catching it I threw it into one of my bags. I picked up my coat and threw it over my shoulder. "Sean O' Haire, here I come."

"This can't be true! Angel and Jeff Hardy have called it quits?! They were the perfect couple! What the hell has happened to the WWE's sweet little Angel?!" JR exclaimed as they went to commercial.

"How's your ass?" Sean laughed standing next to me in the hall as I stretched up for our match.

"Bruised," I laughed in response. He pulled me to my feet and shook his head.

"Not the little angel you once were, huh?" he asked.

"What can I say? Lucifer has corrupted me," I smiled.

"Welcome to the dark side," he nodded at me. I rolled my eyes at him and waited for us to be called.

I slipped the coat over my black and blue flamed halter top. I pulled it over me so no one could see the clothes I was wearing. My pants were much like Trish's with blue flames on the flares. I had bought new boots, now they were black calf high buckled boots with blue flames painted on the side. I had a pair to match every one of my new outfits. I rolled my shoulders just as they waved us for the match. I put on my act and stood next to Sean in the gorilla position. Fire surrounded the staged and smoke filled the arena as the lights went down. We walked out and stood next to each other, his arms crossed and my hands on my hips, sharing the same sinister grin.

'Every now and then I'm fending for my circle

my clique are my everything

on stage is my sanctuary where I don't feel alone

when away around certain kinds of energy

I feel they drain everything

these times I say to myself that

all my friends they

all my friends they CRUSH!'

The lights came back up and the fire disappeared. We appeared through the smoke and opened my coat just as Sean did the same. We looked at each other and nodded, the crowd giving us mixed reactions.

'ALL MY FRIENDS CRUSH YOU!

like a red velvet Elvis

ALL MY FRIENDS

they shit on you

ALL MY FRIENDS CRUSH YOU

yeah I'm talking to you man

ALL MY FRIENDS

they shit on you'

"Now entering the ring, the challengers, Sean O'Haire and Mystic Angel!" We strode down the ramp and stood in front of the ring, staring at our opponents, Mark Jindrak and Randy Orton. I slid into the ring as he jumped onto the apron. We both posed on the posts before throwing our coats out of the ring. I climbed out of the ring and let him work first. He and Randy locked up and the match began. I had tried for a 450 splash at one point in the match and the left leg of my pants ripped, which got quite the pop for the male portion of the crowd. In the end, Sean had gotten the pin with crucifix powerbomb. I climbed through the ropes and stood next to him. We smiled at each other before raising our hands in the air. We turned to face each other and shared a hot kiss. There was a mixed reaction as we split apart. No one was sure whether they wanted us to be together or not. It was almost like there was a hush, until a heavy New York accent was heard.

"Hey, Hell and Heaven or whatever you're callin yourselves! Who do you think you are? You barge in on the tag team scene and think you're the shit just because you beat one lousy team. And I do mean lousy. You want to be the best, you have to beat the best. And we just happen to be the best, right D-Von?" Bubba said. We looked up at the half brothers and shook our heads. "You want a shot at us? You got one! At Unforgiven, it'll be the Dudley Boyz versus Team can't decide whether they're good or bad!"

I rolled my eyes them as Sean replied, "YOU'RE ON!" The Dudleys walked away and we climbed out of the ring, walking up the ramp as if we had some sort of purpose.

"Love those pants, Case," Sean laughed tossing a bottle of water at me.

"Shut up," I smirked hitting his shoulder with the bottle. "I'm so pissed. I can't even get em fixed. Maggie left already so I have to wait till next Monday."

"Laura can't fix them?" he asked as we walked down the hall together.

"Nah, I think they have to be remade. So I don't know what the hell I'm supposed to do with the house show on Wednesday."

"Pretend your Chyna at the VMAs?" Jay suggested laughing as he walked by us.

"Whew! Jay, they have this stuff called deodorant! You may want to look into it!" I called after him. He turned around, walking backwards, and gave me the finger, but he fell right over a table. Sean and I bent over in laughter as Jay jumped back up and looked around, hoping no one saw it, but we all did. He straightened his shirt and casually walked away.

"I'll see you Wednesday, Case," Sean laughed walking in the opposite direction I was going. I sipped my water, waving to a few techs as I walked by them, and entered the locker room.

"Love the pants girl. They're a nice statement," Amy laughed pulling her hair into a ponytail, getting ready for a mixed tag match with Matt against Nora and Peter.

"Oh gee, thanks. They're all the rage in Paris," I joked grabbing my engagement ring and slipping it back on my finger. "Welcome home." I kissed its surface and grabbed my stuff to get in the shower.

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"I love you baby," I said before yawning as Shane I drove down the dark interstate towards Detroit, where we'd be stopping to spend the nite/morning, before we would fly out to Oregon.

"I don't like this storyline. Who's idea was it for you to make out with Sean on tv?!" Jeff exclaimed. I sighed into the phone, I knew he'd get pissed about it. "And who decided it'd be a good idea for you to throw your ring into your bag and break up with me?!"

"It was Steph's and Vince's. They needed me to go someplace and they figured this was the way to go since you were gone. I agreed with them. They asked me if I would feel uncomfortable, and I said no. So I'm doin it, deal!" I said.

"Well, I don't like it," he muttered.

"I know. Hey, if you were still here, it'd be you I was kissing and not him," I smiled.

"Oh don't start Casey," he warned.

"I'm not, I was just kidding. How's the record coming?" I asked.

"Not well. Baby, I have like no inspiration without you," he said.

"Aw, I love you so much and I miss you more than ever imaginable."

"I wish we could just spend a whole week together with no interruptions. Just you, me, the animals, the bed," he laughed.

"Me too, but that won't be happening for a long time. Probably Christmas," I sighed.

"That's too far away!"

"I know, but what can we do?"

"Nothing I suppose."

"Well, you're gonna be home Wednesday and Thursday, right?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Could you possibly go to the caterers that I have listed by the phone in the kitchen and get menus from each place? And write down your opinions for each one for me? And get the guys' measurements so you can get the tuxes ready. Please?"

"Of course baby. I'll do that."

"And call the photographers too? Get prices and shit?"

"Gotcha. I'll get that done and have it ready for the next time you're home. Which will be when?"

"In two weeks. Monday after Unforgiven," I answered as Shane pulled into a rest stop where the convenience store was conveniently open 24/7.

"Jesus Christ! I'll be working on the album. We're never gonna see each other again."

"Jeff, we'll see each other soon. I'm home till Friday that week. Playing an injury. Can you make it home anytime that week?"

"I can try to make it Wednesday. I just want to be with you. Play with your new hair. Rub your shoulders. Kiss you, all of you."

"I want that too. I gotta go. Shane and I are gonna run in and get something to eat from this store. We're starved. I love you."

"I love you too. Be careful at your house show. Don't get any more concussions or anything during your Hardcore match."

"I'll try not too!" I laughed. "Bye." I waited to hear him hang up first and then I followed. Shane was already in the store looking around when I walked in.

"So, how's the perfect couple?" he asked holding my hand tightly in his when he noticed there was another guy in the store besides us and the clerk. And this guy looked rather suspicious in a black skull cap and baggy clothes.

"We're doing just fine. It pisses me off though. I should be able to see him more than once every couple of weeks," I sighed grabbing a Snickers ice cream bar out of the case.

"Angel, you knew this was going to happen. That's why you got so pissed about the situation to begin with," Shane replied grabbing a couple sodas.

"Yeah, but it doesn't make it any easier. You try being away from the one you love!" I said. He looked down at me with a half smile and shook his head.

"Honey, I might as well be away from the one I love. Wouldn't feel any different from the way I feel now," he said.

"Oh Shane. I'm sorry. My brain just stopped working."

"Yeah, I know, I saw the smoke coming out of your ears," he joked. I hit him gently with my hand but snuggled into his body as a cold chill ran down my spine. I looked behind us and saw that guy was staring at me.

"Shane, I don't feel very comfortable. Can we get goin?" I whispered.

"Yeah, come on," he said quickly paying for our stuff. We got into the car and I immediately locked the doors. "Freaky, huh?"

"You could say that! I'm just glad I was with you," I said biting into the ice cream bar.

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"Shannon, just get your ass over here for a minute!" I laughed pacing around my room.

"Why?! What the hell is so important that I run over there? It's gonna take 2 minutes out of my busy day!" he joked.

"Right, like you have anything better to do!" I said. "Please, I need your help!"

"Alright, be there in a few." He hung up and I stood in front of my bed, staring at the picture Jeff had given me.

Shannon and I were the only one's that had this time off. After Sean and I had lost to the Dudleys at Unforgiven, they had put us both through a table. I received bruised ribs and Sean sprained his wrist. So we would get that following week off, only to come back the next RAW to sell our injuries and win the titles miraculously. Shannon was taking a little vacation, to spend time with Willow and Crystal. So Shannon was the only one that could run over and help her put the picture above the bed in the bedroom. Not too long after we had hung up, I heard Shannon's bike revving in the driveway. I heard him run up the stairs, tripping over Liger on the way, screaming out some obscenities to the poor dog. I rolled my eyes as he burst into the room.

"Could you have done this without killing Jeff's dog?" I asked.

"Probably, but would the fun in that have been?" he smirked.

"Anyways, I can't get it up. I want it on the ceiling above the bed, but I'm too short. And I know you're too short to do it by yourself too," I smiled.

"Yeah, just remember that for when you prank Paul so badly and need help getting out of trouble with him," Shan said.

"Anyways, I was thinking if you stood on the bed and I got on your shoulders, we could get it up there," I said. He nodded at me and threw his shoes on the floor. He bounced on the bed a bit before allowing me to climb on his shoulders. I had no sooner gotten situated when I felt him move underneath me. "Shannon, hold still!"

"I can't, it was the bed," he said trying to steady himself.

"What do you mean it was the AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" I screamed as we both came crashing down. The bed had kind of imploded beneath us. I had nailed my head on the headboard on the way down and Shannon had rolled off the bed.

"You okay?" he asked sitting up on the floor. I rubbed my head and scrunched up my face.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just hit my head on the board. You?" I asked.

"Yeah, I'm good," he sighed crawling next to me.

"What the hell happened?"

"I don't know. The bed just kinda gave way. Guess it couldn't hold us."

"Where the hell's the picture?!"

"Right there on the pillow. Doesn't look hurt, so stop freaking," he said.

"Jeff's gonna kill me," I mumbled.

"Let me run over to Matt and Amy's to feed Comet and I'll go bed shopping with you," he said as we both got to our feet.

"I'll come with you. We'll take Jeff's truck," I said continuing to rub my head. We drove the short distance to Amy and Matt's, noticing that Amy's car was in the driveway.

"Hello?" Shannon called.

"Oh hey!" Amy called from the kitchen.

"Matt asked me to look after Comet for you guys. What the hell are you doing home?" Shannon asked.

"Yeah, Vince sent me home. I'm working the house shows on Friday and Saturday though," she replied. "So what are you two up to?"

"We broke the bed," I answered shyly.

"Oh I don't even wanna know how you and Jeff managed that one!" she laughed.

"Yeah, um, well, ya see, Jeff and I didn't manage that one. Shannon and I did," I corrected her.

"Then I definitely don't wanna know!" she exclaimed.

"No, you've got it all wrong. I was helping Casey hang the picture Jeff gave her over the bed, but it gave out from under us. So we're goin to get a new one," Shannon explained.

"I wouldn't go around tellin people you two broke the bed if I were you," she laughed.

"Yeah, thanks for the suggestion!" I laughed as we left for Raleigh.

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"Damn it Jeff! I asked you to do a couple of simple things! I feel like I'm doing this whole wedding!" I yelled as he and I argued in the kitchen.

"I'm sorry if I've got things to do too!" he argued.

"You said it wouldn't be a fuckin problem! I thought I could trust you!"

"Oh please, Case! That's a bunch of bull shit! Don't make me feel bad for something so stupid as this! It's not going to work!"

"Stupid?! Jeff this is OUR wedding we're talking about!"

"You're acting as if the thing is tomorrow!"

"Jeff, we have to get as much done as possible cause GOD only knows when else we'll be able to do this shit!"

"Casey, it's 8 months away! I'm sure in that time period we'll have time to plan everything!"

"You don't know that!"

"Casey, it was just a couple things. I'm sure we can get it all done these next couple of days. I just don't wanna fight. Especially not about this. We have a couple days to spend together. I don't want to mess up anytime I could spend with you in bed, fighting."

"I don't want that either. I just feel so stressed. I know we have to get this stuff done. The invitations should go out in like November. I'm just worried we won't have enough time," I sighed as he wrapped his arms around me

"Baby, we have plenty time." He kissed my forehead and started leading me up the stairs. "Now let's spend the nite together, just enjoying each other's company." We walked into the room, tearing clothes off each other as we made our way to the bed. Jeff knocked into it and stopped suddenly.

"What's the matter?" I asked curiously.

"My bed. This isn't my bed," he said looking at the one Shannon and I had bought.

"Yeah, well, there'd be a reason for that. Shan and I kinda hurt the other one when hanging that up," I said pointing up at the picture. He started laughing and pulled me on top of him. There was a loud creaking sound as we suddenly crashed to the floor.

"You two didn't do a good job finding another bed," he laughed. I buried my head in his chest and laughed with him.