TITLE: Sleeping With Ghosts
AUTHOR NAME: Marlena Snape
CATEGORY: Angst
RATING: R - For Adult Situations, Sexual Circumstances, Adult Content, Adult Language, Stalking, Etcetera.
PAIRING: Chris Sabin / Leigh Dominguez [OC]
DISTRIBUTION: Not unless you ask me.
GENRE: Wrestling - TNA/Indy

DISCLAIMER: Leigh Dominguez is credit souly to me. All TNA/Indy people, I don't own. I don't own TNA, I don't own RoH, I don't own any of that. The title, "Sleeping With Ghosts" is from a song, by Placebo. All created characters are credit to friends of mine, which as they show up, will get their props. For instance, now showing up is Candace Larsen-Ford, who is based on my best friend Candace. Lew Ford, owns himself, and well - he's a baseball player with the Minnesota Twins. I definitely don't own him. [But Candace wishes she did wink] This story is fiction, and that's it. A.J Styles is not really a stalker/psycho, I'm sure of it. Shazam. Enjoy.

Chapter Two: Soulmates Never Die

Chris Sabin was happy to be back. The guys backstage were more welcoming than ever, and even a few new faces Chris hadn't seen before had come to TNA for their chance at stardom. He always loved giving these new guys a chance to show their skills, even though, for the most part - the rookies - were older than he was. Leigh just felt complete to know that Chris was back in a good mood constantly.

After the 9 months of grueling rehabilitation, Leigh and Chris only got closer. While they were away from the spotlight of TNA, Chris had given Leigh a token of his dedication to her. He gave her a promise ring, saying that through that ring, he promised he would stand by her regardless of whatever came their way. He also said, that it wasn't engagement, not yet, not until they were both ready - or until he felt they were both ready.

Leigh had thought a lot since Chris had given her that ring. She felt special, more so than she ever had before in her life. Ryu approved of her relationship with Chris, and even told her how much he liked him. After meeting Chris on a weekend in Richmond, while Ryu was with the Dominguez family, Chris was nervous - but that was rest assured. They were both incredibly happy, and the Dominguez family was back in good graces with Leigh. Things had started to shape up for them.

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Allen sat in his dark locker room, staring aimlessly at a photograph of the two. Chris and Leigh, they were the golden couple of the fucking universe, he figured. He ripped Sabin out of the picture, putting the piece of the photograph over a burning candle, the picture slowly melting, and withering under the heat of the flame. The candle flickered in Allen's eye, a small, dark smile crossing his lips. He was only out for revenge, as sick as it was. He didn't care.

"I had her first…"

It was all Allen would repeat to himself, as he started at the smiling face of Dominguez in the picture. She seemed so happy, and despite Chris being ripped out of the shot, he could still see Sabin's arms around Leigh. It arched his negative mood. He crumpled the photograph in his hand, looking down at the floor. He had never felt such rage in him, he didn't even think straight anymore. Never had his job been in jeopardy because he couldn't think straight, but now it was. He had been approached and spoken to, by TNA owner Jerry Jarrett. Jerry advised, that Allen start seeing the company psychiatrist, Dr. Megan Shultz, and relentlessly, Allen agreed. As if he had a choice.

Allen thought that Jarrett had a lot of nerve, to threaten his job. It wasn't actually a threat, but that was how he perceived it. He thought Jarrett went too far this time, and that he believed - he had no problems. His only problem on the planet, was Chris Sabin. Did anyone know that? Did he tell anyone? No. Because THAT would have threatened his position within the company.

"So much for that fucking shit…" Allen cursed to himself, as he shoved Megan Shultz's card into his pocket with a frustrated sigh. He already had an appointment to meet with her.

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Leigh was standing outside of the TNA Asylum with Tracy Brooks, the two girls talking. It had been a long time since Leigh had been able to sit and relax with the girls. Chris was talking with a couple of the guys, as they sat at a picnic table in the back of the asylum, just relaxing. But as they were talking, a familiar face to the TNA female roster came up. Leigh's eyes lit up.

"Candace!"

It was Candace Larsen-Ford, the wife of Minnesota Twins player Jon "Lewis" [Or just Lew] Ford. But she was also a diva with Total Non-Stop Action. She had started working in professional wrestling when she was 19 out of Minnesota, Mid-West Pro Wrestling, and then got a call up for TNA - now she was 21. Her gimmick, was "Princess Candace".

"Leigh!" Candace exclaimed, as Leigh ran up to her. The two girls hugged, "I'm GLAD you're back… I've missed you!"

"I've missed you too." Leigh told her, as they parted. "How's everything with you?"

"Great. I'm glad I got back when I did, where's Chrissy!?"

Leigh pointed to where Chris was sitting with Julio [Dinero], Michael [Shane], Jeff [Hardy], and Christopher [Daniels]. Candace walked up behind Chris, and poked him in the sides with a giggle. Chris got up from the table, and grabbed Candace, tickling her as he threw her over his shoulder.

"Caaaaaandace!" He said with a smirk, as Candace giggled madly.

"Chris!", but when that didn't work… "Christopher!!!" She screamed, kicking her feet, "Let me go!!" When Chris didn't stop tickling her, through her endless screams and giggles she screamed warning, "I'm telling Lew if you don't stop!" Chris finally put her down with a sly smirk.

"Just because I don't want to be Lew's corner, lined up fastball, I'm gonna put you down. He's lethal with his bats, and I ain't taking any chances." Chris said, as Candace giggled nodding her head.

"You bet he will!"

"Speaking of… how's Jon?" Leigh asked, as Candace sat down at the picnic table, and Leigh too sat down.

"He's great. That's why I was gone for a couple weeks, I went to the Killebrew Klassic golf tourney with Lew, Gardy [Ron Gardenhire] and Joe Nathan." She explained, "It was so much fun… I'm just glad I didn't have to pick up a golf club… GOD, I suck…" Candace laughed, "I am happy to be back here though, as much as I miss being in Minnesota already."

"Aww," Leigh said with a smile. "Sounds like you had fun, though." She said, as Chris gave her a nudge.

"Show her your present."

"Present? Ooh I like presents! Let me see!" Candace exclaimed, as Leigh smiled, extending her hand to Candace. She showed off the pink diamond ring that was on her hand, "Chris bought it for me…"

"Are you two engaged?!" She asked, her hands put over her mouth. "It's so beautiful!"

"It's a promise ring, actually." Chris said with a smile, "It's my way of promising to Leigh I'll be with her, and that I'll wait for her to get engaged. I love that gal."

"Awww!" Candace smiled, "That's so sweet!"

"I would marry him tomorrow, though…" Leigh said with a smile, as Chris actually blushed a bit. "He's like, everything to me. It's incredible."

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A few hours had past, and Allen was standing outside of Megan Shultz's office. He was grumbling to himself, as his cell phone began to ring and vibrate from within the pocket of his jeans.

"Make it quick…" Allen snapped, as a familiar chuckle came over the line.

"Easy does it, Allen…" Michael Shane's voice was all Allen heard, and a smirk overcame him.

"What's up?"

"I guess everybody's happy they're back…" Michael started, as Allen simply rolled his eyes unknown to him. "Everyone was talking about, and relaxing, it was like a god damned family affair. It was stupid."

"No kidding." Allen said, his tone dismal.

"Did you also know those two are practically engaged?" Michael asked, as Allen felt his blood begin to boil. He didn't need this, not before his appointment with that bitch Shultz.

"No." Allen stated plainly.

"Yeah, man. Sabin bought her a heavy rock, and she was just showing it off to Brooks and Larsen-Ford, it's brutal…"

Allen was quiet for a long moment. Michael kept asking if Allen was there, but the only sound was that of Allen's heavy, heated breathing. He wasn't pleased, and Michael knew this.

"Uh - man…I'll just um, let you go…"

"Smart idea."

Allen hung up the phone in Michael's ear. He had hired Michael to keep an eye on those two, since he wasn't able to at all times. He figured, with a little cash on the side, Michael Shane could put some meaning into his life by working for a man with considerable importance. Him. He made his way into Megan's office, and she was there waiting for him.

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Meanwhile, Leigh, Chris, and Candace had been catching up in the locker room area, as they were hanging out with the crew and the superstars. Leigh forgot how much she missed these people, and just how much these people were their family. Candace especially. She had gotten closest to Candace when they worked together on screen on a couple occasions. It allowed her to get to know her better.

Chris and Leigh had made plans to go out to Minnesota with Candace the next time she went, so they could see Lew, having only met him a couple times, and spoke on the phone a handful of times. Leigh liked Lew, because he was sweet, caring, and not to mention - INCREDIBLY adorable. Chris liked him, because he was a joker - like him. Lew respectively liked them, for their good nature.

After booking a flight to leave the next morning for Minnesota, Candace and Leigh were talking in the women's locker room. While Chris, was talking with one of his closer friends now days - Jeff Hardy, in the men's locker room. Michael Shane was still lurking around, barely noticed to the two who were in the midst of conversation.

"Yeah, it's gonna be solid." Chris said as he was taping up his wrist. "Tomorrow morning, Leigh and I are heading out to Minnesota to visit Candace's husband, Lew. I'm pretty stoked about it, hoping I'll even get a couple baseball lessons." Sabin chuckled, as Hardy smiled.

"That would be somethin' wouldn't it?"

"I also have an idea while we're out there for a couple days." Chris said, as he nervously fumbled with the pocket of his loose blue jeans. Jeff just had to inquire.

"What's that?"

"I think I'm gonna ask Leigh to marry me."

Sabin produced the box from his pocket. It was red crushed velvet, and he looked at Jeff, before taking a breath, opening it. Inside, was an impressive 3.5 karat princess cut diamond ring, and Jeff let out a sigh of impression.

"Nice… that's one nice chunk of fucking rock."

"So it's not too over the top or under the bar?"

"Nah, man, that's sweet. Pretty damn perfect you ask me. Beth would like - die - if I gave her something like that you know. Chicks dig that." Jeff said, as he smirked at Chris. "You need to just chill though, man. That woman loves you. How, I don't know." Sabin slapped Jeff, as Jeff laughed it off. "Hey, what was that for?"

"Don't insult my presence, kid." Chris said jokingly, as both smiled.

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In Megan Shultz's office, Allen was laid out on a black leather sofa, his hands folded on his chest. He stared aimlessly at the ceiling of the office, as Megan was tapping her pen against the clipboard in her lap, as she sat in her chair, her legs crossed.

"Come on, Allen, we're not getting anywhere." Megan said, "You need to answer my questions for therapy to begin."

Allen remained silent. Megan jotted a few notes down on paper, so that she'd be able to thoroughly make out the papers that Jerry Jarrett had requested from her. Allen finally looked over at her.

"What the hell do you want to know?"

"First and foremost, please, drop the attitude." Megan said calmly, "Secondly, we need to address the problem. For any therapy to work, Allen, you must first admit you have a problem."

"The only problem I have right now, is a nosy bitch with a cracker jack degree wants to get into my head and poke around a bit." Allen said angrily at her. "How about you lay down here and let Doctor Styles get into yours, huh? You wouldn't like that."

"I, Allen, am just trying to do my job so you can do yours." Doctor Shultz told him, as Allen groaned.

"Fine! Mother fucking fine… ask your stupid little questions…"

"Allen," Doctor Shultz started, "Have you ever considered anger management?"

There was a long pause. Allen looked at her, as if she had completely lost it, and slapped him across the face. Megan raised her hands defensively to the glare he was shooting at her. She took a breath of her own, before looking at him again.

"AJ, just relax, think of a calming environment, and we'll be able to get underway better."

Allen laid on the sofa, his head back. He began taking breathes, soothing - long breathes, and gave a nod. He was thinking of himself, on a beach, being rubbed down with oil by two busty blondes. A smirk crossed his face, as Doctor Shultz began her questioning.

"Now, AJ, do you have a problem?"

"Yes." He said simply.

"Without disclosing the real name or names of the persons involved, could you tell me what your problem is?"

Allen was quiet for a couple minutes. His breathing regulated to long, relaxed inhalation. He was thinking of how he could explain, with being clandestine and confidential. He finally looked back at Doctor Shultz, who gave him a reassuring, warm smile.

"I'm ready when you are, Allen." She told him calmly, and he nodded.

"Her name's Amelia…" He emphasized the name, showing that it was made up. Doctor Shultz wrote 'Amelia' on the paper, as he continued. "She's beautiful, doc…" Allen said, sighing. "I had a chance to make her happy, but I didn't, and someone stole her away from me. I want her back, though, I'll do whatever it takes to get her back."

"Have you had violent or other thoughts about this new couple?"

"No." Allen blatantly lied.

"Have you tried anything to disturb their happiness?"

"No." Again, Allen spoke untrue to his thought.

"I think it is for the best, that you remain as you are. If 'Amelia' wants anything to do with you on a romantic level, AJ, I'm sure she'll come to you."

"I hope so, doc." Allen said.

"But let's address the problem. How do you really feel about her?"

"I didn't love her, I really didn't…" Allen started, as he felt his hands beginning to shake. He didn't want to talk to this, bitch. He didn't want his problems, or the lack their of, exposed. "I swore to it, that I was only in it for the sex."

"That is no way to base a relationship, Allen." Doctor Shultz said, "Basing a relationship on mere physical attraction, is no way to live. I'm sure you know."

"Oh, I know. I'm seein' clear now." Allen told her, believing his own propaganda. "I know now, she's more to me than just a hot body and a 20 cent brain. She's not all stupid… I mean, after all, she did leave me."

Another lie. Was he going to get anywhere with this session? Allen was hoping not to. He didn't want correction, or closure to this problem. He wanted the revenge, he wanted to get Leigh back. The only truth to it, was in fact, he had felt himself longing to be with her. Longing to touch her, and hold her, but never to treat her like an equal. It was a twisted form of love, from his point of view, anyway. "Amelia", wouldn't believe the same, no matter - and he knew it. He needed to use this time, to wrap this bitch Shultz around his finger, and use it to come up with an idea of his next plan.

"Do you think you are the problem?"

"Yes." Allen said, in an admitting tone. "I'm a real bad person, Doc. I'm vulgar, vindictive, abusive, and uncouth." He seemed as if he was coming to a dark realization, as he put his arm over his eyes. Was he 'crying'? No, but Doctor Shultz seemed to think so.

"It's alright, Allen, we're all friends here. You can let it out."

Allen gave a silent nod. Inside, he was laughing at her. "Stupid fucking cunt…" Allen thought to himself, as Doctor Shultz began writing something down. Megan believed, they were breaking the ice. She wrote something down on an appointment card, putting her hand on Allen's.

"Now Allen," She said, "I want you to call this number - whenever you feel like talking."

"Thanks, doc." Allen said, pocketing the card. His eyes were red, as if he had been crying. In fact, he was fronting this woman like he'd never anyone else. After all, psychiatrists for the most part could see through it, not Megan - or maybe Allen's act was solidified. "I just, I believe in somethin' but it's probably stupid…"

"Go on, what is it?" Doctor Shultz inquired, as Allen looked at her seriously.

"Soulmates."

"Now, that's not stupid at all, Allen." Megan told him with a small smile. "I believe in them, as well. Everyone is said to have one soulmate." Allen gave a nod.

"I believe Amelia… is mine." Allen said surely, a barely noticeable glint of rage in his eye. "I believe, soulmates never die…" He smiled, "No matter if we're together or not, Amelia is always going to be mine."

Megan didn't take it to the context Allen meant. Maybe she wanted to see the best out of this man. She gave a nod, before jotting a few more things down on paper. She looked back at Allen, smiling a bit.

"Well, I think we tipped the iceberg here today, Allen." She said, "Your next appointment is next Wednesday at 5 P.M, just let Amanda know at the desk."

"Thanks, doc."

Allen left Megan Shultz's office, a smirk on his face. He managed to fool the bitch something fierce, and he was proud of that. Extremely, proud. He had been in a good mood, until he checked his voicemail, leaving the office.

"Allen, Allen fuck - it's Michael." It was a panicky voice of Michael Shane that he heard on the other end. "I just found out some shit. It's MAJOR. Sabin told Hardy that when he and Leigh head to Minnesota to visit Larsen-Ford's fucking husband, that he's proposing to her! CODE RED, ya know!? This is going to destroy EVERYTHING. Call me the fuck back, man. This is serious!"

Allen's expression had dropped. He had felt jubilant. Not the only thing he felt, was violent. When he got to his car, he slammed his hands down on the steering wheel, staring deeply into the leather material that made it up.

"I'm gonna stop this, and I'm going to make sure they never say "I do"… I fucking guarantee that…"

Allen started the car, and drove off. He had a show to get to, back at the Asylum. How he was going to react to seeing Sabin right now, was anyone's guess. He didn't even know. The only thing that played through his mind, was hurting Chris. Dismantling him. And stealing Leigh back away from him.

"She's my soulmate…" Allen told himself, as he drove. "We belong together… soulmates aren't supposed to be separated…they're not supposed to be apart…" He was beside himself with fury, it ran a whole lot deeper than just below the skin. This penetrated him… "Soulmates never die…."
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[A/N: I'm hoping everything makes sense to everyone with this format. Considering it's a funky triangle between Sabin/Dominguez/Styles right now - only here's a hint. Dominguez thinks Styles of over her, and Sabin/Dominguez both don't know that Styles hired someone to run Sabin down. So you know something the main characters don't. It's a twisted story of manipulation and hatred, hence the "R" rating. It'll get more into that down the road. R&R.]