A/N: This skips to just about the end of the fic - I was actually debating whether to keep building up to the main event, as it were, or to skip the main event and start afterwards. As it happened, I started to write the 'skipping' part first.

Was it only three months since he held Leila's bra in his hot little hands? Was it only three months since he had first met her? Was it only two and a half months since he first kissed her?
These questions and many more were running through René Dupree's mind at the current point of time. He had been miserable for the best part of the previous week - all because Leila had to return to France.
Nothing really held his interest any more - even wrestling, which was in his blood.
He frequently looked at the photos of himself and Leila and constantly looked beside him, hoping against hope that she would suddenly appear. But she didn't.
Things had come to a head between her and Marc shortly before she left - he thought he was so clever in managing to get her alone while she was slightly tipsy and decided to try and do what he did to her three years earlier. He didn't get so far this time because, luckily for Leila, Sylvan had noticed Marc taking her away and told René, before the two of them went after them.
Three days after that, Leila had to return to France. She had clearly enjoyed herself in the US and wanted to stay but she didn't want to run the risk of being deported. She wanted to stay with René and he with her.
"It's Leila, isn't it? You're thinking about her?"
René looked up at Sylvan and nodded. Sylvan could clearly see how much René enjoyed having Leila in his life and that he was somewhat lost without her.
"Why don't you go over to France and surprise her? I'm sure she'd love that."
She probably would but he'd have to organise the time off with a suitable break in their storylines. That would be more trouble than what it was worth. No, he'd continue to mope and act as if he wanted to be in the squared circle.
"She probably would but I'd have to organise the time off with a suitable break in our storylines. Who knows when that would be?"
Sylvan nodded in understanding. He did know what René was going through because he was missing Leila's sister Sophie. He also knew that, at that point in time, Leila was on her way back to the US to surprise René and he obviously wasn't allowed to tell him that. He also had to come up with a reasonable excuse in order to get to the airport to pick Leila up.
There was nothing more really that Sylvan could say. Whatever he did say would probably upset René even more and that was the last thing he wanted at the moment. His tag team partner was upset as it was.
"I have to go somewhere this afternoon but I'll bring something back for you, okay?"
René grunted in response. He just wanted Sylvan to leave him alone, to wallow in his sorrow without any company.
This feeling of helplessness was completely new to René. He was so used to having everything pretty much his own way but he couldn't figure out his own love life.
Previously, the only thing in his love life was wrestling. That was until a certain young French girl entered his life and left her mark on his heart.
The mere fact that Leila had told exactly what had happened to her three years earlier told him that she trusted him. He was there for her whenever she had troubles with that Marc creature, and she appreciated that. A lot. She showed him that in her own way.
He still thought about that night a lot. Even in the ring, the locker room, on their way to the next city they were due in.
"When you're looking in her eyes, you can see forever."
René was still trying to figure out why that particular line from an Enrique Iglesias song was stuck in his mind until it hit him.
When he looked in Leila's eyes - eyes so blue they were nearly purple - he could see forever, if not forever then certainly 50 years ahead. The two of them sitting on rocking chairs with grandchildren on their knees.
Even some of the other superstars noted that he looked down just about all the time and put it down to the fact that La Résistance were going through a phase. He knew that wasn't the case. Sylvan knew that as well.
In the end, Leila was like a drug - he was addicted to her. That was it. Plain and simple.
With a great deal of effort, he picked himself off the floor and made his way to the hotel's gym, having a usual workout, trying not to think of Leila. But it was next to impossible.
He remembered one time trying to coax her into working out, only for her to respond by saying she was getting a workout by looking at him. That threw him a bit until she explained that she and working out didn't mix at all.
They had several good nights drinking, even though they were both underage. One memory that stuck with him about the drinking sessions - even though he didn't really drink - was the night Sylvan fell asleep in the hotel in New York, and Leila and Sophie had dolled him up in the most awful make-up you could find. Everyone had had a laugh or six over the photos which turned out really well - he should know. He had some of them reprinted, to remind himself of what he had lost and wasn't sure if he would find again.
He wondered what Sylvan would be bringing back for him - he didn't know whether to be happy or not that Sylvan was making an effort to make him happy again, even if it was only for a little while.
After his workout, he trudged his way back to his hotel room, ignoring the other superstars who asked him to do something with them. They didn't understand what he was going through. They would only laugh at him behind his back, make fun of him, that sort of thing.
How would they know what he was going through?
His last night with Leila hadn't started off that well but ended well. Marc had tried to rape her again until he and Sylvan thwarted him. One of the other WWE superstars had noticed that he was at the party and had phoned the police, because he had been told about the restraining order that was out on him - Sylvan felt that they all needed to know about that.
Leila was dressed in his ring attire - his old ring attire - and she looked even more French in it than what he did. The robe dragged on the ground a little for she wasn't 6 foot 3 and she had to wear a singlet top underneath it because she, for obvious reasons, couldn't walk around topless. Her hair was up underneath the beret and she looked like the French were perceived around the world - arrogant. Sophie looked equally as arrogant.
By that time three days later, he was moping, feeling like he had just lost a beloved family member. Leila was on a plane heading back to France. He was so used to having her in his life and now that she had gone, he didn't know what to do with himself. Apart from wanting to get on the next plane to France to be with her.
He sat on his bed, looking at a photo of the two of them together - one they weren't aware had been taken until it was handed to him by the Hurricane - wondering if he would ever see her again. He fell asleep thinking about Leila. At one stage, he dreamed about her.
A couple of hours later, the phone ringing woke him up.
Cursing because he had been woken up and because he had slept with his mouth open, René got up and walked over to the phone.
"It's Sylvan. I've got a surprise for you down in the lobby. You'll like it."
"I'll be right down."
He was suspicious because Sylvan sounded happy - too happy for his liking. He replaced the phone and glanced in the mirror to see if he needed to fix his appearance. He still looked somewhat tired but didn't really give a stuff.
René trudged his way to the lift, stabbed at the relevant button and sighed while waiting for the lift to arrive at his floor. He didn't like the sound of this at all and wondered if it was another attempt by Sylvan to get him out of his rut. He didn't like it at all.
After getting into and waiting for the lift to reach the ground floor, René strode into the lobby and saw Sylvan talking to some poor woman. He felt sorry for her, having to put up with his tag team partner and went to say something along those lines until he got a closer look at her.
She looked vaguely familiar to René but the look he gave Sylvan told him that he wasn't really in the mood to be cheered up.>
"He's here. Look, I thought you might like to say bonjour to Leila but, going by your facial expression, it seems as if you don't."
Leila? She couldn't be here. She was in France, wasn't she? There was no way she could possibly be in the US again, could there?
"You do remember me telling you 'I have to go somewhere this afternoon but I'll bring something back for you, okay?', don't you?"
René nodded, wondering exactly what his tag team partner was getting at here.
"I had to go to the airport and Leila is what I brought back for you."
Sylvan went to the airport and brought back Leila? For him? Surely, his tag team partner was joking. Wasn't he?
"Leila, go and say hello to him. I think he's still having trouble with the concept of you being in the US and not France."
Leila stood up and turned around to face René. It was definitely her - the sparkle in her eyes, the beautiful yet shy smile … she really was here!
René hugged her until she told him to let her go.
"I haven't been well lately. I don't think you'd want me to upchuck on your shirt."
No, he didn't want that. She did look a little fragile underneath her happy smile and she also appeared to be somewhat bigger. Was there another reason for that?
"I just can't believe this. Just this morning, I was saying to Sylvan that I wanted to see you and here you are."
"He told me. I can't believe he managed to keep it all to himself."
Sylvan could tell from the look on René's face that he wanted to be left alone with Leila so he headed to the hotel club, remembering the aftermath of what had happened when Sophie was here. The smile on his face wasn't his usual cocky one at all but one of satisfaction.
"What's with the smile, Sylvan?"
"It's René. I think he's finally going to be out of his rut, thanks to me."
"Out of his rut? How did you manage that feat?"
"Leila. She phoned me last week to tell me that she was coming back for three months and wanted me to keep it a secret from René. I don't know how I managed to do so but you should see him now. He looks so happy."
He motioned towards the lobby and the Hurricane stood a few metres away from René and Leila, taking in the scene. The two of them looked very happy, judging by the smiles on their faces and the sparkle in Leila's eyes.
"Me thinks we had best leave them alone for a while."
"My thoughts, exactly."

Late I know, but better late than never, right? I have a few very important life decisions to make in the next few weeks so if I don't update any of my fics for a while, that'll be why.