Later on that night Danielle decided to get a taxi down to the arena. On the way in she picked up her backstage pass that Dave had left for her. She walked through some of the endless corridors, not really sure what she was looking for, she didn't really want to see Dave, and she was sure that most people were too busy getting ready for Raw to talk to her.

After walking around for what seemed like hours she thought she had better go somewhere out of the way. She found someone who looked like they knew where they were and asked for directions to one of the locker rooms.

While Danielle was following these directions she found Randy.

"Hello again Danielle" He said walking down the corridor towards her.

"Hello again Randy" She echoed.

"I'm glad you decided to come down tonight. Are you having a good time so far?" Danielle laughed. Randy pointed to a crate that they could sit on.

"Not really, I'm just trying to keep out of everyone's way." She said jumping up on the box. Randy laughed slightly.

"Ah, the joys of a WWE live show. About a hundred employees running around like lunatics for a few hours"

"Yep, but obviously there's a method to the madness, otherwise it wouldn't be this successful. I just don't want to get caught in the stampede." Randy laughed again.

"You looking for Dave?" The question surprised Danielle a bit, it's understandable, after all they are husband and wife – but all that seemed so distant to her at the moment.

"He's probably doing something important, I don't want to interfere with anything." She told him trying to get out of it. It's weird, she never thought in a million years that she would be trying to avoid her husband.

"Yeah, right, like Dave would ever be doing anything important!" Randy laughed. "Come on, follow me, I'll show you where he is." Randy said jumping off the crate. Danielle didn't move. "Come on" He told her extending his arm to her. She took his hand, and he pulled her down. "I haven't really seen much of him today"

"Neither have I" She said as they began to walk.

"You're so lucky Dani" Randy started.

"What?" She asked stopping in her tracks. "I'm lucky?" She looked down at herself amazed.

"Yes, your lucky, your young, settled, happy, and sorted! I want that, I want a family; I mean you'll always know that no matter what there is someone out there who loves you and is willing to do anything for you. I want that too, I guess I want to get married."

"Jesus Randy" Danielle said surprised. "Who knew that playboy Randy Orton actually wanted to settle down?" She was totally amazed. OK, so she didn't know Randy that well, but she didn't expect him to feel like this.

"Alright, alright, I know it sounds weird, but I do want that. I'm worried that because I'm on the road 24/7 I'm never going to find the right person. Where as you and Dave are sorted" Danielle felt more tears stinging her eyes. She couldn't let them fall, not here, not in front of him.

"Yeah" She agreed, looking anywhere than at Randy.

"Yeah, Dave's one lucky fucker, beautiful wife, dream job, money to spare, great friends" He smiled, "yep, I'm jealous" He laughed.

"OK,"

"Danielle, are you alright?" He asked lifting her chin up, it was no good, the tears fell. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing Randy, nothing," She told him wiping her face with the back of her hand. "It's stupid really."

"Do you want to talk about it?" Randy asked sincerely.

"To be honest, no. I'm sorry, I'll deal with it and everything will be ok." She assured him.

"OK, just remember I'm here for you," He rubbed her back. "Right here we are," He told her stopping outside a door. He knocked on it loudly, yelling: "Oi! You had better be decent, I'm bringing a stunning young woman in" An embarrassed Danielle blushed as Randy led her in the room.

Inside the locker room there were a few wrestlers that Danielle didn't recognise, plus, Shawn, Paul Levesque (Triple H) and Dave. In the corner of the room a TV was switched on, with a black leather sofa in front of it, where Paul and Shawn were sat. Dave was looking though his bag for something.

"Danielle Bautista," Paul said standing up. "It's good to see you again." Danielle walked over to the sofa, pretty much ignoring Dave as she did, and sat on the arm saying hello to Paul. They were watching some old wrestling show that Danielle had not seen before. "Do you want anything to drink? We've got some beer down there" Paul offered. Danielle was used to this now, even though it was an innocent offer it was still enough to piss her off. Even little questions like that just reminded her of how stupid she was – and how she drank away a good ten years of her life.

She had started drinking when she was about fourteen years old. It wasn't heavy drinking at first, but it did quickly develop into something out of control. She had so much going on around her that it felt great just to numb the pain. She liked drinking, she liked being drunk, she liked being an alcoholic!

It was Dave and Lucy who made her get professional help. One morning she woke up with yet another hangover, and somehow just decided that they were right – this was beyond her control.

She had known Dave since she was about seventeen, they went out on their first date when Danielle was nineteen, and now she was twenty five and married to him. The conversation with Randy still sat heavy in her mind. I guess in some weird way she was lucky. She did have a husband, good friends, job security, she could just never have a drink again, see her friends from high school, move up the career ladder… Danielle dropped her head into her hands. She was just going around in circles.

She felt an arm wrap around her shoulders and a soft voice whisper in her ear,

"Hey, are you alright?" It was Shawn. Danielle nodded slightly and brought her head out of her hands. She looked up at the TV and stared at it mindlessly, falling back into her daze.

"DANIELLE!" She heard Shawn shout. Danielle jumped out of her daze, falling straight back to reality. Shawn laughed. "Sorry, but we've been trying to get your attention for about five minutes!" Danielle let out a small laugh. "I was going to ask if you wanted a coffee or anything?" Danielle nodded her head.

"A coffee would be fine thanks Shawn."

"White, three sugars?" He asked, Danielle nodded her head in conformation. A member of the stage crew swung open the door, he was obviously stressed – he looked like he had just ran the marathon.

"Erm, Paul, Ric, Dave," He paused for a moment to look at his clip board. "Shawn and Randy follow me, we are going to shoot segment seven, that's on page ten of your scripts. We are running behind schedule so…" The man's voice faded as he walked down the corridor. Shawn laughed slightly,

"I'll bring you a coffee on the way back, I shouldn't be long" He told her walking out. Danielle looked around the room, it was just her, she was all alone in there. She looked down next to the TV where a box of beers sat. Without even thinking twice, she walked over, picked up the beer, changed the TV channel and led back on the sofa.

"Dave?" Randy asked once again clapping his hands in front of Dave's face. Dave shook his head realising that Randy was actually talking to him. "What's up with you? You've been zoning out on me all day."

"Nothing Randy just leave it" He told him sternly.

"Fine, OK." Randy said, "Listen some of the guys are going out after the show tonight, some karaoke bar or something. Are you up for it?"

"Not particularly." He said walking faster to get away from Randy.

"Fine" Randy mumbled to himself.

"Randy, what's up with Dave?" Paul asked catching up with his friend.

"I don't know" Randy shrugged, "He must just be tired or something, he's not coming out tonight." Paul sighed, a distracted Dave wasn't going to make a good show.

"That doesn't sound like Dave, something must be going on. Maybe I should just go and have a word with him."

"Maybe…" Shawn started, listening in on the two men's conversation. "You should just be concentrating on your own lives rather than gossiping about your mates"

Danielle was on her third or forth beer by the time the guys had come back from filming their segment. She heard the door knob rattle as someone was trying to get in the room, she quickly kicked the empty beer cans under the sofa, then looked behind her as Shawn walked into the room.

"Hey" She said sitting up to let Shawn sit down.

"Hey," He said handing her the coffee he got for her. Shawn wasn't stupid, he knew full well what she was doing before he came in – he had heard the cans. But he wasn't about to bring her up on it.

"That's awesome darling, thanks" She said taking a sip, "How did the segment go?"

"Yeah, it went fine, no real drama I'm afraid"

"Well that's a shame" She pouted, Shawn smiled. They heard some small knocks on the door, and Shawn told the person on the other side to come on in. The first thing Danielle saw was the blonde hair, and that was enough to make her anger boil.

"Hi Shawn" Stacy said, Shawn grabbed Danielle's wrist, stopping her from lunging at Stacy. The last thing that needed to happen was a cat fight. "Paul lent me his hair dryer," She said putting it down on the table next to her, "I was just returning it."

"Thanks Stacy," Shawn said, trying to wrap up the conversation so she would leave before Danielle burst.

"I'll see you around then" She said, looking Danielle up and down. That was about all she could take, she tried to stand up but Shawn somehow managed to restrain her. "Bye!" She said cheerfully walking out of the room. Danielle meanwhile was gritting her teeth trying to keep her composure.

"Bitch" She muttered, "Fucking whore!" She screamed, throwing the nearest thing she could find at the door.

"Calm down Dani, she didn't know who you were," Shawn told her.

"Why did he do it Shawn? I just don't understand." She was more angry than upset now.

Dave walked into the room, throwing something down on top of his bag.

"You alright Dave?" Shawn asked, expecting he'd know what the answer was.

"I'm fucking excellent Shawn," He said, the sarcasm dripping on the floor. "I'm going to the gym until I'm needed next" Shawn stood up, getting ready to go with Dave. "Don't even think about it Shawn, I need to be alone" Shawn put his hand up in the air, letting himself drop back down on the sofa.

"Fuck," Danielle said, dropping her head into her hands, "now he's getting lairy with you too" Shawn laughed a little, wrapping his arm around her.

"Don't worry about it, I'm used to it now, I'll kick his ass later" He kissed the top of her head. Danielle stood up and took her coat from the hooks on the other wall. "Danielle, where are you going?" Shawn asked standing up once again.

"I don't know yet, I've just got to get out of here" Shawn looked into her eyes, "I'm just going for a fucking walk, I don't need to get accused of shit Shawn!"

"Alright, alright" He said with his arms up, "don't have a go! But if you are just going for a walk you won't need your purse will you?" Danielle looked at him dumbfounded.

"You have got to be joking"

"No, I'm not, hand it over" Danielle rolled her eyes walking out of the room. "Danielle get your ass here now!" He shouted after her, making a few people turn around.

"Nice to know you fucking trust me Shawn!" She yelled back, "Just fucking leave me alone!" God, she felt like a stroppy teenager having an argument with her parents. Shawn ran down the hall after her.

"I only do shit like this because I care about the two of you" He told her grabbing her wrist, spinning her around.

"I am not a child Shawn, I am a fucking adult with my own fucking life! I think I am just about capable of making my own fucking decisions!" And that was it, she was walking away. Shawn ran his fingers through his hair, and sighed heavily. He quickly turned around and punched the wall.

"Woah, Shawn are you alright?" Randy asked placing a hand on Shawn's back.

"I'm fucking awesome mate, how are you?" Randy sighed.

"Listen is Danielle OK? I was talking to her earlier and she just broke down crying for no reason." Shawn started walking away, "Hey, are you going to let me know what's going on?" Randy called after him.

"It's none of your business Randy, don't worry about it."

Shawn walked into the gym where Dave was working out. He was talking out all of his aggression on a punch bag in a private room of the gym. Shawn looked down at his hand, it was already starting to bruise. Shaking it lightly he walked towards the room where Dave was beating the crap out of the bag.

He walked in, letting the door slam behind him. Dave heard the slam and looked behind him.

"I thought I told you not to come with me" He said turning back round throwing a few more punches.

"Your wife is out there spiralling back down into addiction, and all you want to do is be left alone in a strop"

"Fuck off Shawn, the last thing I need is you telling me everything I've done wrong" He said in between punches. "I'm perfectly aware"

"Then go and fucking sort it out!" Shawn sighed, "This isn't rocket science you know!" Dave turned around to face Shawn.

"How can I talk to her when she's blocking me out?" Dave went to go and pick up his stuff from the floor, "When I told you about Stacy I didn't want a lecture, I just wanted to get shit off of my chest."

"I've got to hand it to you though Dave," Shawn said ignoring him, "When you fuck up, you fuck up well" Dave rolled his eyes. "She's getting drunk right now you know"

"I know!" He shouted, "I know I've fucked up, but what can I do?"

"Go and talk to her!" He shouted back. Dave laughed.

"It's not that easy Shawn"

"Well what else can you do? Go on, tell me how you can keep your life in tact without talking to her!" Shawn looked at Dave hopelessly "Just go and fucking find her!" he shouted.

"Piss off and mind your own business Shawn, I've had enough" Dave said walking out.