Lucy walked into her living room the next morning to find her best friend sat up rubbing her head.

"Hey" Lucy said sitting down next to her,

"Hi" Danielle smiled weakly. "I'm so sorry about last night; I was in a bit of a state wasn't I?"

"I've seen you worse." She told her pulling her in for a hug.

"That's not the point though. I've totally let every one down!" Lucy leaned out of the embrace to look at her friend for a moment.

"Honey it was one night in over a year! So many people don't make it that far" Danielle sighed again. "I'm surprised that your up this early hon," she continued, "I expected you to be in bed until at least two or three o'clock." Danielle smiled slightly.

"I have somewhere to be" Lucy gave her a weird look. "I'm going travelling with Dave for two weeks"

"You're still going?" Lucy asked looking perplexed. "After everything that's happened?"

"Yes," She replied, looking for her aeroplane ticket in her bag. "He's still my husband, no matter how much he's made me feel like shit." Lucy stood up and took an apple from the fruit bowl on the opposite table.

"I don't care if he is your husband, he shouldn't be treating you like this."

"Yes, I know. But right now I don't want anyone to know that we're having problems, and if I don't go everyone will assume shit" Danielle paused while she stood up, "besides I've already booked the time off work now. I'll go stir crazy in that house by my self." Lucy shook her head, but didn't say anything. Danielle looked at her watch, "Listen, I have to go." She told her friend kissing her cheek. "I'll call you when I get to Miami."

"Ok honey" Lucy said getting up to see her friend out. "Take care of yourself, if you need anything at all; remember any day, any time I'm here for you."

Danielle walked into the crowed airport lounge; she was waiting for her gate to open so she could finally board the flight. She saw Dave and one of his friends, Randy Orton talking on the other side of the room. She quickly decided that she didn't want to speak to Dave, so she continued walking until she found a space that see couldn't be seen.

There were a few chairs around a corner. As soon as she sat down she felt a million times better. She dug out a few more painkillers from her coat pocket, and swallowed them with her bottled water.

Dave was ignoring pretty much everything his friend was saying. He was more concerned on whether his wife was going to be joining him for the next two weeks.

"Dave?" Randy asked clapping his hands in front of Dave's face. He was immediately snapped back to reality.

"What?" He replied annoyed.

"Have you been listening to anything I've been saying?"

"Yeah, of course." Randy nodded, not believing Dave at all.

"OK then, what's going on?" Randy asked him, sensing that something was wrong.

"Nothing is going on," An announcement came over the PA system, letting them know that they could board their plane. "You go ahead" Dave told Randy, "I'll be there in a minute". Randy held up his hands and did what he was told. Something was up, and he was going to make sure he found out what it was sooner or later.

Danielle was beginning to have second thoughts. She thought about the look Lucy gave her when she said she was still going. This probably wasn't a good idea, let people think what they want; it's not worth going though two weeks of hell just to keep up appearances. Danielle grabbed her bag – she had made up her mind, she'd go and stay with Lucy for a while.

Dave walked over to the gate, trying to look over the crowd for his wife. He stood there for what seemed like hours – when he finally saw her over the other side of the lounge, walking in the opposite direction to the gate. Dave began to panic, he had to speak to her and sort this out, and he needed her with him!

"Danielle! Wait!" He shouted running over to her. Danielle stopped to look around at him. "You're here" he stated, not really sure what he should be saying. Danielle looked down at herself.

"Yes I'm here" She concluded. "But not for long, sorry Dave" She started to walk again. Dave couldn't help but notice how she looked. Dark circles under her eyes, pale face, no make-up and hair barely brushed. He knew where she was last night, and he felt awful.

"Dee, please, don't block me out" He paused as she once again slowly turned around, "Just come, you've come all the way to the airport you might as well come to Miami." Danielle thought for a moment. "Please" He pleaded.

"This is the final boarding call for flight 11543 to Miami" A female voice said over the airport PA system. Dave looked at his wife.

"It's now or never honey, please" Danielle rolled her eyes. She was so confused, as much as she wanted to burst out crying and screaming at him, at the same time she didn't want to be away from him, he made her feel safe. He had been there for her though everything. She couldn't lose him.

"OK" She told him, picking up her holdall. She saw the look of relief flood Dave's face. They both started running to the gate, quickly handing over their documents to the attendant stood by the gate.

Danielle struggled to get both her bag and suitcase into the elevator. Dave quickly dropped his stuff to help her.

"I can manage thanks" She said as Dave pushed the button for their floor. Dave didn't say anything.

They went into their room, immediately Danielle dropped her stuff into a corner and began running a bath.

"Dee I'm sorry" Dave shouted to her from the bedroom, "I thought it would be a twin bed room" Danielle sighed, as she put a load of bubble bath lotion into the water.

"That's fine Dave, you can sleep on the floor." She shouted back. Dave dropped his stuff in the opposite corner. He walked around the room for a moment, looking in the mini bar, looking in a few of the draws. He ran his fingers through his hair and groaned loudly.

"I'm going to the gym" He called to the bathroom.

"Fine" She replied.

"I'll see you later then"

"OK" Dave sighed again, before grabbing a towel and some clothes from his bag. He took one last look at the bathroom door before leaving, letting the door slam behind him.

Danielle heard the door slam as she slowly slid into the bath. She hoped the bath would clear her mind, but instead it just allowed her even more time to think. She turned around saw a small waterproof radio. She switched it on and allowed herself to fall asleep.

Danielle was rudely awoken by some banging on the door; she could hear someone shouting for Dave. She slid further into the warm bath, allowing her head to sink beneath the bubbles. When she came up for air the banging and shouting was still continuing. Sighing she stood up, carefully stepping out of the bath, wrapping a towel around herself as she did. She opened the bathroom door,

"OK, hold on a fucking minute" She shouted as she unlocked the door. "Randy," She said, sort of relived it was him. Randy was one of the few people from the WWE that she knew and could talk to. Randy looked quite surprised to see Danielle stood in the door way in front of him.

"Danielle!" He exclaimed pulling her into a hug. For the first time in what felt like days Danielle smiled. "I didn't realise you would be here" He told her breaking the hug to take a look at her. He looked a bit uncomfortable when he saw what she was wearing. "And I didn't realise you would be naked, but whatever floats your boat I suppose" Danielle laughed – actually a proper laugh, and she didn't need to be drunk!

"Come in Randy" She told him still smiling.

"Oh I'm not sure" He said smiling, "What if someone were to spot us? It would be so wrong, but so good" He paused slightly, "OK then, I'll come in!" Danielle was laughing again, and she wasn't thinking about Dave.

"Turn the TV on while you're waiting if you want" Randy nodded as Danielle went back into the bathroom to get rid of the bath water. Randy looked in the mini bar and picked up some crisps.

"Did I interrupt your bath?" He asked as Danielle walked back into the room, now fully dressed towelling her hair.

"Yes, but I wasn't going to say anything." She smiled as she sat down on the bed, taking some crisps from the packet in Randy's had as she did. Randy turned on the TV, and channel surfed until he found the Simpson's.

"Awesome" They both said in unison, they started laughing together.

"So what did you want Dave for?" Danielle asked putting more crisps into her mouth.

"Oh, he seemed to be in piss earlier, I just wanted to see what was up" He got up to the mini bar and took a beer out, "Do you mind?" Danielle shook her head. "Don't suppose you know what's up with him do you?" He asked taking a swig of his beer.

"No" She lied keeping her eyes fixed on the TV in front of her. Randy could tell something was wrong with the both of them, but didn't think it was his place to push the issue further.

"Where is he anyway?"

"Gym"

"Right" He said, both their attention's fixing on the TV.

"So how's work" Randy asked, trying to start up a conversation.

"Its work," Danielle laughed, she was an insurance consultant for a large company, it was stressful, boring and incredibly tedious. She hated it!

"Why don't you get a job you like then? Rather than staying in a dead end you hate?" Randy asked, turning his back on the TV to look at Danielle.

"What job can I get? This is the only job I've ever done! I've got no qualifications." Danielle dropped out of school before she had finished. She had got into the wrong group of friends – and didn't she regret it now? Of course, she's 25 years old, in a dead end job, alcoholic with a cheating husband. Didn't life turn out well for her?

"You should quit work all together," Randy said as he drank some more. Danielle felt slightly jealous. "You could become a lady of leisure." He continued. "Dave could support you" Danielle laughed slightly.

"Yes, because I'll never get bored then, will I?" She said.

"Shut up!" Randy laughed swinging a pillow around so it hit her in the face.

"Nice, Randy, thanks for that" She said brushing off a few crumbs from her top.

"What, no return fire?" Randy asked surprised.

"Just because you're a barbaric wrestler, doesn't mean I am too." She paused slightly, "And anyway I get you back when you least expect it Randy Keith Orton"

"Right, on that note I'm going to love you and leave you" Randy said downing the rest of his beer and putting the bottle on top of the TV. "I've got to be at the arena. Will you be coming down later?"

"I'm not sure yet. Maybe" She told him, standing up to show him out.

"Yeah, well try and get down, we need something to liven it up back there." He told her smiling. "See you later" He kissed her cheek before leaving. Danielle looked at her watch, it was one o'clock.

After drying and straightening her hair, Danielle went downstairs to the restaurant for some late dinner. She would have had room service, but she was so sick of that hotel room she had to get out. Seeing the crowds in the restaurant she quickly changed her mind about eating in. Walking down to the reception she looked for a map, and left the hotel, looking somewhere that sells some food.

She walked into a sandwich shop a little later, ordering then sitting down at a nearby table waiting for it to be made.

"Oh my God, Danielle?!" She heard someone say from behind her. Turning round she saw Shawn Michaels holding a bag of sandwiches. "What are you doing here?" He sounded extremely surprised to see her.

"Just visiting the husband, you know."

"Oh" He said taking the seat next to her. "So you and Dave are alright then?" He asked. Danielle raised an eyebrow, what did he know?

"Yes" She lied, no very convincingly.

"Right, OK, that's good, I'm happy for the both of you." Shawn stood up to leave, "Well I've got to be going now so-"

"Shawn wait," She interrupted, "you know don't you" She said looking at the floor ashamed.

"Dave told me, yeah," He sat back down next to her, "I'm so sorry honey." She was trying so hard to make sure the tears didn't fall, crying in front of her friend is one thing, crying in front of her husband's friends is quite another.

"Who else knows?" She managed to choke out.

"As far as I know no one, he only told me because he needed to get some shit off of his chest." Shawn looked over at Danielle, she was still focused on the floor. "When did he tell you?"

"Last night" Shawn let out a large breath.

"How are you feeling?"

"Like I need a drink" She looked up slightly smiling, Shawn smiled too, seeing the humour. Shawn was the only person in the WWE who knew about her alcoholism. Hell, he knew pretty much everything about her and Dave.

"Listen Danielle, I need to get these sandwiches back to the arena. Are you planning on coming to the show later?"

"I think I will" Shawn stood up getting ready to leave.

"Alright," He said enveloping her into a hug "I'll see you later; remember if you need to talk about anything my door is always open for you, OK?" Danielle nodded slightly. Shawn kissed the top of her head and left. She went to collect her sandwich from the counter, rather than sitting in the shop and eating it, she decided to eat it on the way back to her room – the thought of some privacy suddenly very appealing.