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?

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: First the good news, and then I will go on and ramble and explain why I didn't update yesterday. So first off, I had the first of two ultrasounds done yesterday, because as many of you know from the last story, I am indeed pregnant and had some bad luck before. Well it came back and we actually got to see the baby yesterday, moving and with a heartbeat, so indeed there was nothing really for me to fear. For those of you that kept me in your thoughts for that, which there are some, thank you very much it means a lot. Secondly, I didn't make an update because I spent most of yesterday out of the house, and then spent three hours tooling and retooling a chapter for someone whose writing just blows me away. It's nice to do that every once in awhile, but at the end, it was too late for me to want to write. LOL so you get to see updates today and from now on unless I say so ahead of time. Thank you for the reviews and well I hope you like where I am taking this story. The angels will start to play a bigger part in this story from now on, which means more then before, and you will see some things with them you might not like, which is leading me into the next story when this one is done.. Admittance of feelings and some bad choices are the plot of this one.

"You do realize why you have been called here today before us Angel Keibler?" the vision of a man said standing directly in front of her.

Yeah she knew why she was standing there now in front of them alright. She had gone ahead and done the right thing, and since Matt and Jeff did it without abandon and didn't get reprimanded for it, she had figured she would have too. Little did she know that because of her earlier deal upon getting to the gates of heaven, that she would now become a victim to the system? Weren't they even on the other side anymore? Was this real life taking its toll all over again?

She nodded her head slowly, biting her tongue on what she really wanted to say about this whole horrible situation. "I understand why I am here yes."

"Well then you also know that putting yourself in direct contact with a human when it has nothing to do with the task at hand means that whatever happens now could be your fault."

She nodded again, not believing for a second that she had been hurting anyone by talking to Charlie. If she hadn't of done it, then Matt or Jeff would have minutes before the end of the world. She was not going to brow beat herself for something that was right and made sense, Angel or not.

"We have looked over the terms of your deal, which does state that if these two lovebirds get together sooner then a certain time period then it means you get to be sent back down to earth in another body. After the review of what you have done, we as the Arch Angels, see fit to let you know that due to your actions and what they may do to the people that are still of the living variety, we are taking away the deal you made and you are resigned to spend the rest of your life here as an angel with the rest of us."

"Excuse me? You are going to do what to me? I made a direct deal with God herself, you cannot just come in and take it away."

"We can Angel Keibler and we will if that is how we see fit. In this case we have. Now you can leave and be on your way back to where you belong."

Stacy stood alright, but she didn't walk away. There was no way there were going to kill her off like in some insane book and then deny her the privilege to come back. Heaven and what she remembered being told as a child wasn't like that.

"You'll pay, do you hear me?"

Brushing her aside the Arch Angels stood to their feet and exited the cloud. As soon as she knew they were gone from the room, she felt herself able to do something she hadn't done since being sent there, she broke down and cried. The only solace was when she realized that as she cried, she was being held, and upon a closer look she realized the person holding her was Matt.

Trish had left over an hour before and finding nothing else that would take her mind of the other young woman's words, she decided within herself to use the time to pace the house with her cane and try to get a feel for what was happening to her on her own.

She didn't mind having Randy there to help her; in fact she wouldn't really have had it any other way. When she had been with Charlie, the world was her oyster and she could just about do anything she wanted, but then with the brand change, all of their relationship, the core that it was built around, which was love, turned to dust before her eyes. She never would have thought that only a few weeks after the brand jump she would be living with someone who she couldn't see and wouldn't know where her life would end up next.

"Damn the stupid match to hell. If I hadn't of been so pig headed and strong willed, that match would have had another woman in it, and in the end I would still be here and be happy with my sight."

The door opened then, Randy traipsing into the foyer looking like a wet dog, and shaking himself of the downpour that seemed to have made itself home in his jacket. He saw her before she realized where he was and what had happened to him and he couldn't help admiring just how well she paced with a cane. She was more of a woman then he seemed to give her credit for. Was it possible she could do this all on her own and he just needed to get the hell back to his own life and empty apartment?

"Is that you?" she called, turning now towards where she knew the door was. Since having the two visions of color and blur that she did, she could see the outline of a shadow of a man. There was only one man that could be and she felt her heart go aflutter.

"Yeah it's me and I hope you don't have anything you want to do tonight out of the house, it's a mess out there."

She walked closer to him, guiding her steps slowly until the shadow was right in front of her face. "What kind of a mess?" she asked while trying to help him take his jacket off. "Oh gosh, that kind of a mess is what you meant. You are soaking wet Randy!"

He laughed and pushed her hands gently away, wanting to get his wet clothes off in the comfort of his own room. He had admitted as much to the guys today that he wanted to make something with her, but in the end he still didn't have the gumption to go ahead and tell her as much. What if she turned him down? No he was definitely better taking his jacket, boots and wet clothes off in his own room, far away from her.

"Well give me a minute to get out of these clothes and then maybe I can tell you what I mean by it's a mess out there." He started to walk away, prepared to turn down the hallway which then headed to his room under the stairs.

"Randy wait!" she called out, again using the cane to guide her back over to where he now stood, aching to get away from the heat that his body was now generating.

He stopped, but only because otherwise she would have run into a wall and watched her closely, wondering just what she might need to tell him that was so important that it couldn't wait for a minute.

Before he had a chance to second guess what she was going to tell him, she reached in, knowing by the shadow frame where he was standing, letting her lips then brush against his in the most tender of kisses. One that made Randy thing of long work days and being welcomed home by the mother of his children.

She pulled away just as quickly as she had pulled in and with a smile plastered on her face and their hearts beating in perfect rhythm she looked him in what she thought was his eyes.

"I just wanted to give you a nice welcome home, I missed you."

Little did either one of them know, that they were being watched, and this incident would only go written down as one of many in their romantic life expectancy.