Disclaimer: I do not own any of the WWE superstars and along with the mortal fear of being sued, I only lay claim to the story idea and any real life similarities are completely coincidental.

Summary: Randy Orton watches as a new recruit to the RAW locker room has an unfortunate accident and steps in to help her. Will love bloom or are these two superstars only bound together through guilt?

Genre: Romantic and Dramatic – Keep tissues handy at parts.

Additional Characters: Shawn, Trish, Paul, Matt, Jeff and Stacy (as Angels on the Other Side) and some others. The main female lead is also a WWE superstar.

Additional Information: Fourth novel in the Love United Series.

A/N: The funniest thing I have learned since starting this story and not telling the woman lead right off the top is that not knowing brings out the cat in some of you girls. What I mean by that is, I thought I was like the only one who felt the way I do about stupid women who can't get in a ring and fight and instead ruin women in general by showing everything on television, and well I now know that I'm not and more then a few of you have ripped on the stupid females they have on Smack Down. I just think that's funny in a cute way. It's nice to know I'm not alone in my thinking. I tend to use this space to ramble, answer questions people ask or comment on something someone says, so I figured I would comment that I was not being modest Lori, if you actually go back to all the old stories, you are there, not as much as you are now, but you were there, so I think 90 percent sounds about right. LOL Thank you all for the massive support on this one, I see Randy makes all the girls randy after all. I am glad I saved him for now then. Note to reviewers this might be a filler chapter or it might have something big, I don't really know yet, but I felt the need to warn you ahead of time.

"You did what exactly?" Shawn questioned as the three of them sat across from each other at the table in the coffee house a few blocks from the hospital. He had been checking on Randy for a few weeks now, knowing with every match he wrestled he was coming closer to disaster. He had a concussion and he never seemed to want to make it heal on its own before he would go out and get it beat to hell again.

Randy smirked slightly and turned his head back to focus on the coffee in front of him and not on Shawn who looked to be more confused then he had after Royal Rumble. "She said that if I wanted to help her out I could take her home and stay with her until she can manage on her own, or until her eyesight returns. Of course I said yes, I mean would you have said no to that?"

Shawn thought about his answer as best he could and wondered indeed what Randy's real game plan was here. Was he really feeling guilty or did he just want to have another girl to put on the locker room score card?

"No man, I don't think I would. I mean you know me, if I did that Trish would divorce me in a second."

All three men laughed then including Paul who although he was there seemed to be in another world all his own. Shawn had wanted him to get back into living after leaving the business and he thought the best way to do that would be to see Randy and make sure things were alright.

"Paul you wanna help a guy out here? I mean not for nothing Shawn but you wouldn't do anything now that you're married."

Paul looked up his eyes still distant, remaining that way since he had buried Stacy only a few short weeks before. He hadn't wanted to be there in the first place but knew Shawn had a point about getting on with his life. How much stock could he hold in a promise from Stacy when she was already dead and buried anyway? It was time he did start living again.

"Don't you remember I did it already?" he said, the first words he had spoken since being driven there in the rental car with Shawn.

"So then you think it's the least I can do right? I mean I was in the match with her and since Ric doesn't seem to care that he hurt her, I feel I should at least step in and make up for it."

'If that was your only motivation then that would make sense.' Shawn muttered, not realizing it had been spoken out loud until he had eyes full of daggers staring back at him both men. It obviously wasn't the best thing coming out that day and hearing this news for him.

"What is that supposed to mean man? I thought as a friend you might actually understand why I need to do this. I mean didn't you stand by Trish when it had nothing at all to do with you? If memory serves me correctly didn't you marry the same woman only months later?" Randy said, immediately on the defensive now and not seeing an end in sight.

He knew Shawn was only trying to help but at the same time he couldn't help but see the truth in the statement. When Jackie had sent Charlie packing he was happy about it, which he shouldn't have been since he was there only to make sure she didn't sue him for what happened. But he had been which led to the question Shawn had now inadvertently muttered to them. Was he really hoping for something other then his guilt being released to come out of this?

"You know I'm right man, otherwise you would have answered me back differently then that and you know it." Shawn said, the smile returning to his lips and his facial expression going back to being relaxed.

"Shawn has a point man, whether you want to believe it or not, you have got it bad for her."

Of all the times for Paul to talk he had chosen then just to add another dagger to the assault Randy was already under. If these two were seeing something in him that he didn't, and then was it possible they were right and he needed to stop walking around with the blinders on?

"Did you actually date that horse's ass?" Matt asked, on watch now that Jeff was off sleeping somewhere and Stacy had gotten sick watching Paul moving on with his life.

"Which of the three men would that be?" Stacy questioned, afraid to stand with Matt now, for fear her attack of emotions would hit again and not being able to deal with the fallout any longer from it. "Here is a better one for you, do you actually like anyone other then yourself?"

Matt turned then and the hurt in his eyes was instantly apparent to her. She wanted to apologize for it but all she had been getting in the last few days had been an attack on what she believed in and the kind of person she was. Maybe it was better he was feeling hurt because then he might understand what her and Jeff felt like on a daily basis.

"I meant Randy of course." Matt said, turning back to the cloud so she wouldn't see the hurt and anger in his eyes. He knew she had a point with what she said and that's what hurt more then anything. When he had watched Paul's mother talking to him that day in the hospital he had made a pact that he would change. What he didn't think was that it wasn't always that easy to do that. Apparently it hadn't worked at all for his brother or the woman now with them.

"Yeah once, it was the worst date of my entire life but he was a decent guy so I figured why not make a friend out of him. Who knew I would then become the best friend he ever had."

"You never thought that was because he wanted to get into your pants still?" Matt quipped, knowing it wasn't the nicest thing to say but knowing she wouldn't be offended by it because it was just a normal question that all male men assumed about other men they knew.

"Not all men are like that Matt. Randy needed someone, but I just wasn't it for him. Maybe Jackie is the right one for him. Why are you calling him a horse's ass again?"

Matt laughed lightly and walked away from the cloud, knowing nothing big was going to be happening in his absence and taking a seat beside Stacy on the cloud of hope. "He knows he likes her, but when he gets called on it, he denies it and gets all offended. Which from what I remember about dating and hanging with friends, means they are only going to think you are getting so pissed off because they are right on the mark. Why not just admit it?"

Stacy smiled and took Matt by the hand gingerly. When you really got down to the heart of the matter, Matt wasn't such a bad guy, he just hadn't been ready to die and leave the life he had. "Did you admit your attraction to Amy to anyone in the beginning?"

Matt blushed which instantly spoke volumes throughout the entire cloud and to Stacy who was now sitting comfortably with him. He didn't look like such a bad guy when he let his guard down.

"No I didn't actually. I just made everyone think she was my wrestling buddy."

"Oh come on, you had to let it on to someone!"

"No, Jeff was too interested in that damn lair he calls his Imagination and no one else seemed to give a shit what I was doing."

Stacy laughed and pulled away from him, her warmth then leaving him and making him suddenly want more of it. "You can't say shit in heaven Matt; don't you remember what Jeff told you?"

"Well then what is it exactly that you can do in heaven? People talk about this like the Holy Grail but yet we can't do anything. I guess to me it makes no sense unless you break a rule."

Stacy traced her way back over to the edge of the cloud again taking in the vision before her of the man she had loved and lost and the young man now in search of the very same love. Not realizing she had said it before it was already out there she instantly took a step back and traced a look at Matt threw a lock of her blonder then ever hair.

"There is one thing you can do in heaven, you can fall in love."

"So where do you want me to put my stuff?" Randy asked her lightly, knowing that if anything she knew her own house like the back of her hand.

"There is a guest bedroom just off the side from the kitchen, I would take you but I can't really see the way. Just put your stuff there and then we can find out what to do from there."

Randy smiled at her play on her words and wondered just how much of this blindness was bothering her now that she had a chance to really come to terms with what had happened.

He headed down the hallway and came to the room she had spoken off, only when he pushed the door open, and empty room was not what he found.

Racing for their clothes, the two people stared at Randy as he immediately turned away. As he cast a look back at the man he realized just what the hell was going on here. He dropped the suitcases and made a beeline for the front of the house where he had left Jackie.

She was standing near the bottom of the stairs by then, having felt her way there using all of the strength she could muster.

"Randy is that you? Did you find the room alright?"

"Uh yeah but that wasn't all I found."

Jackie looked in his direction, hoping that what Charlie had taught her in the hospital would take the right affect. "What are you talking about?"

"Hey you looked right at me! Does that mean what I think I means?"

She looked down then, only hoping she had two shoes that matched on her feet. "No, I still can't see you if that's what you mean. I just know that where I think your voice is coming from usually isn't where you are. So what was it you wanted to tell me that you found?"

Before he had a chance to open his mouth the sound of scuffling feet came around the corner of the kitchen and right at them. Randy saw Charlie before the woman and immediately stuck his foot out to slow him down a little.

"I think I will let Charlie explain that one to you Jackie. Now that they are out of my room I think it's time I went and unpacked."

He walked from the room, finding it really hard to keep a straight face as he headed for his new accommodations. Well if Charlie wasn't gone from the house and her life before now, he sure would be at the end of the night.