Chapter 20

- -6 Months Later- -

Kira was sitting in her office like always...Her and Randy had been spending time together, not on a boyfriend/girlfriend base, but just a 'need a friend' base. One night Randy had taken a bad chair shot across the top of his head and was busted open. Kira walked down and into the medical room and the trainer had just finished stitching him up.

Since it was the end of the show she went ahead and told the trainer to go ahead and leave and she'd make sure Randy got bandaged up. The trainer left and Kira said, "So how bad is it?" Randy smiled a little and said, "It was my own fault...I forgot it was coming and I didn't put my arm up to block the damn thing...I got 10 stitches."

Kira said, "Okay well, champ...go shower and come see me in my office...I got something for it, rather then a bandage." Randy nodded and headed off to the dressing room and showered and then went to Kira's office. Randy walked in with black dress pants, dress shoes and his blue button down dress shirt that made his eye stand out more.

Randy walked up and pushed her laptop closed and said, "So when are you going to join the social scene again?" Kira looked up and said, "Sure, cause that's my thing." Kira stood up and pulled the liquid band aide out of her purse and Randy sat on her desk...as he looked down and she cringed when she saw the stitches...She took a tissue and blotted around the stitches where blood was still coming out a little.

Randy sucked in a breath and Kira said, "Sorry...I know it must be painful." Randy said, "No it's fine, I just wasn't expecting you to touch it." Kira said, "Sorry." Randy said, "Stop apologizing...Are you going to answer my question?" Kira carefully applied the liquid band aide over the stitches and held onto Randy's head as she was blowing on it, for it to dry faster.

Kira said, "What question?" Randy said, "Hello, remember social play time...You used to go out with us, before WrestleMania and then you stopped...You know every one misses you." Kira tossed the bottle into her purse. As she walked back over and leaned against the desk next to Randy. Kira said, "I miss every one too...I really do...I'm just not ready to be the social butterfly I was before."

Randy pulled Kira over and wrapped his arms around her, while she was still facing away from him and said, "You still haven't heard from John have you?" Kira said, "I ran into his at the last PPV you guys had with Smackdown, and he asked if he could call me sometime...and I said I wouldn't mind...but that was 3 months ago...I get the feeling he's not really ready for that talk yet...But then again, I could've called him also...But I haven't, so obviously I'm not ready either."

Randy said, "I have an idea...if you're willing to listen." Kira said, "Sure what other options do I have? Any idea is better then none."

Randy grabbed Kira's hand and spun her around to face him...She was a tiny girl...5'9" and 125lbs. She had on jeans, tenny shoes and a black long sleeved cotton shirt under a red t-shirt that said Punk Princess in black across the shirt...Her long chestnut hair was down in waves.

Randy said, "You're coming with me tonight...and I'm not taking no as an answer." Kira said, "I don't know Randy...I've not really been in a mood to do much lately." Randy hopped off the desk and said, "I refuse to lose you because John can't get his head out of his ass...You're coming with and that's final." Kira smiled as she hugged Randy and said, "Thanks...You don't know how much you're friendship means to me." Randy said, "Oh I got a clue though."

Kira gathered her things as Randy took her bag and his and made their way out to the parking lot to his SUV rental and over to the club. Everyone who was there from the company practically tackled her with hugs when she walked through the door. Randy kept a hold on her though with his arm around her waist...He was worried she'd bolt if it was too much at once.

A slow song was starting to come through the speakers and Randy grabbed Kira's hand and said, "C'mon...Come be social with me on the dance floor." As he winked at her and she smiled and took his hand and followed him onto the floor...

It was almost as if every one else in the club disappeared...Randy wrapped his right arm around her waist as he pulled her flush against his body and held her right hand in his left...and held it against his chest. Anyone watching them, if they didn't know they were friends...they'd think they were in love...The slow music of the song crept across the floor and almost enveloped only them into the sound waves.

Neither Randy nor Kira noticed John watching them as they danced comfortable in each others arms...like they belonged there.