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: This chapter may be shorter then some of the others because I am going to use it to tie up some loose ends with a character and then the next chapter will get back to building the end of the romance. Thank you for all of the reviews that you have given on this story thus far, you are all responsible for taking me over the 100 mark again and it means a lot. See you later in another story update I am sure.

The phone rang shrill in the hotel room, pulling a tired Shawn from the bed. He had stayed awake as long as he could waiting for the call from Mark but found that all of the time spent chasing Randy around and watching all of the drama unfold had taken it's toll on his body and he had fallen asleep earlier in the night.

He rose from the bed and made his way to where the phone sat on the night stand closest to Paul, who had insisted on sharing a room after coming back from the hospital, leaving Jackie who had burst into the room in record time and the very much aware Randy alone.

"Yeah?"

"It's me man, did I wake you or something?"

Shawn yawned into the phone and then immediately covered his mouth, not wanting to appear as if he had indeed been sleeping the entire time he should have been awake and waiting for the call.

"I take that yawn as a yes. Damn man has Trish been pushing you hard for another kid or something? You usually aren't this damn tired when I talk to you."

Shawn chuckled softly trying his hardest to keep the phone still on his ear. He was so worn out that he partly wished the phone would fall but knew that wouldn't look too good to a friend that just helped him out.

"No man it has nothing to do with my wife, we are on two different parts of the States right now. I have been at the hospital with Randy trying to make him remember who the hell he is."

"Well I did what you asked me to do man, I took care of Charlie in the ring, now all you have to do is take care of the rest and we should all be rid of him."

Shawn murmured his thanks and then put the phone back on the receiver. He paced back and forth then, wondering what the perfect thing to do to Charlie would be now that Mark had made mince meat of him in the ring on Smack Down. When someone put another person in a coma, and then tried to threaten his way out of it, well what could one do to make everything right again?

He picked up the phone and dialed the number he knew so well. As much as he wanted to kill the son of a bitch, he knew he would be the one losing, and knew that the only person that could talk him down would be his wife.

"Shawn is that you?" Trish asked into the phone, her voice obviously sensing something was wrong on his end. Ever since everything happened with them, she always had a way of reading him.

"Yeah it's me. Listen Charlie hasn't been hanging out anywhere near you has he?"

She was silent for a few minutes, causing Shawn to worry about what was now happening at his house. Before he had a chance to break the silence she chose to speak again.

"No but then again why would he want to come around here? Shawn you mind telling me what the hell is going on?"

He took a deep breath and told her the whole story in detail, even pausing to let her take it in when he got to the point about putting Randy in the hospital. She had gasped at that point and Shawn knew from experience that he had done the same thing.

"What a stupid bastard. Well I don't think he would slip up and actually come here anyway Shawn, I mean if he could plan to do all of this to Randy it had to take time to plan, this time he doesn't have a plan."

"Yeah but that is what scares me."

"Well don't worry about me baby, Sean came by to see the baby and he is here with me now. I insisted he stay the night since it was snowing outside. So you needn't worry yourself sick about us. You know Waltman; he is like a guard dog when it comes to kids and women."

Shawn nodded knowing she couldn't see it and said his goodbyes, then hanging up the phone. He had a job to do now, and although he wouldn't kill the son of a bitch, Charlie was going to wish he had.

Nudging Paul out of bed, with the promise of a big payoff, they both dressed in black and headed out for the hotel where they knew Charlie was staying. What they found when they got there couldn't have been planned by the best professional. They didn't have to do anything at all; it seemed he pissed someone off enough to do it for them.

"You have got to be kidding me right? I mean this can't just be some dream we are in right?" Paul asked as they were finally standing alone in the corridor of the hotel. They had made their way up the floor where Charlie had been staying and had found him shot and killed in a pool of blood on the floor.

"I didn't see it coming. From what the police have told me so far, it seemed he bought a hooker after Mark knocked him around in the ring, apparently just for a massage, as he still thought he would win Jackie back, but then he got physical with her, and she shot him cold."

Paul looked at his friend, the grin that was forming then harder then hell to hide from the people passing by around them wanting to get to their rooms. "Damn I didn't know that hookers packed now."

Shawn motioned for his buddy to follow him outside, pleased that he had gotten what he came for. Then it dawned on him all of the angelic things that had been happening lately and he wondered if maybe they had something to do with it.

"I don't think Stacy did it if that's what you are thinking dude. I think if they planned something like they it would send them to hell."

"I hope you are right man, because if she doesn't get to come back to you because of something like this, it is going to piss a lot of people off. I have to admit though, I like the way it all ended up, and he got what was coming to him."

Paul looked at his friend and at the anger that was still placed in his eyes. "Would you have killed him if someone hadn't done it for us?"

"I guess we will never know what I would have done. I have to say this though and as bad as it sounds, thank God for gun toting hookers."