A/N: Thanks for all the awesome reviews. I hope you all like this chapter as well. I know you have waited long enough between each chapter.


Chapter 7


The match went off with out a hitch. As before most of the other wrestlers found themselves captivated almost like they were kids again. Though they had long known that the matches were planned and had even see this one being put together many of them were trapped in front of the monitors. The fans were more captivated than they had seemed in months. Eric watched from his office absolutely thrilled with the results. He had not expected the match to go over well with the fans but, they loved every second of it. A smile crossed his face as the new tag team worked their way into the hearts of millions of people around the world.

When the match was over the Punk lay on the inside of the ring with Amy on her knees beside him. She and Celeste watched Dave go back up the ramp as Randy lay on the out side of the ring. When Punk managed to sit up his eyes moved toward the direction of the ramp. The three sat there for a moment as they watched in utter confusion. Celeste looked at Amy when Dave disappeared behind the thick black curtains.

After a few seconds Celeste exited the ring leaving Amy with Punk. Randy lay outside of the ring. He was extremely pissed, not only that Dave had attacked him but also because he had lost to girls. Within a few minutes each of the match's participants had made it to the hall that served as an exit from the gorilla.

Dave looked down at the small red haired girl her held in his arms. Everyone except Celeste knew what was coming and they watched in anticipation.

"Celeste..."

"Yes," she said looking at the older man curiously.

"Would you go out with me?" She squeaked. Her excitement was oh-so obviously.

"Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes..." she said hugging the big man. It seemed as though Celeste had momentarily forgotten about her problems with Adam. She was as excited as the others that the match had gone over so well. It wasn't long before this joy was crushed.

Adam approached the group glaring at Dave. Celeste watched on. Adam was sick of waiting. It was time to solve his problems once and for all. The two hurled insult after insult at each other. It didn't take long to piss their on-lookers off.

"Adam, she is not your property. She's not Dave's property. She is no one's property. She made her own decision. She wants Dave get the hell over it," Amy yelled at her former friend.

"Shut the fuck up bitch. No one asked for you're opinion," Adam retorted.

"No. You shut your damn mouth," Punker piped up. Adam began to realize that he was now their enemy. Amy's, Dave's, Punk's, Randy's and even Celeste. Noting that even she against him now, he said no more. He simply turned down the hall. His heart was broken but he knew he had done much worse to Celeste. To make matters worse she wasn't guilty at all. Little did they know a pair of cold, calculating eyes had watched the disturbing scene.


"How are you feeling honey?"

"Better... well some..." she said. Dave smiled at her weakly. It had taken her to dinner but she was far too preoccupied to eat much. Even after they made it to the hotel she was distant. Noticing her tension he began to massage her shoulders. He slowly work his way down her back. It had taken him a little over two hours to get the tension out of the muscles in her back, neck, and shoulders.

"I'm sorry things have been so rough," her blatant unhappiness hurt him deeply. "I didn't mean for it to happen."

"Dave it's not you're fault. I should have told him earlier. I just couldn't..." she trailed off. She really believed she had caused the whole mess. His heart broke when he saw the look in he eyes. It was torture for him.

"C... None of this is your fault. Don't think for one second that this is your fault," he reassured her quietly. She smiled for the first time in several hours.

"I love you," she said quietly. She gave him a grateful look.

"I love you too," he said before wrapping his tattooed arms around his love. She reached over and turned of the dim lamp that had severed as the only source of light in the room they shared. Dave made it a point to keep from turning on more than one or two lights in their hotel rooms as she preferred to be away from the bright lights when she wasn't performing. It was something he didn't quite understand but he was set on making her feel as comfortable as possible.

In a matter of minutes Celeste was asleep in his arms. A smile crossed his tanned face as he thought about the many thinks that made her unique. From her clothes to the way she despised being in brightly lit places other than the arena, she was one of a kind. For the first time in his life his heart and his brain agreed. They told him that he had found his match.


Lonely, he sat in a local bar. It was his only refuge. He longed to go back to one of the many days that the group had spent together. Inseparable, they had been and just like that it was all over. The end came far too quickly for all of them but, it hit him and Celeste the hardest. Though his plan had been to drown his sorrows he knew they were growing. The agony he had seen from her in that past week had broken his spirit. Unsure of what to do next he looked around the room. It was small and dark... something Celeste would have loved. Metal pounded his ear drums. The room consisted of many of her favorite colors. He began to doubt he could move on... the only way was to receive her forgiveness.

He hated himself for doing all he had to her. Far from pleased with the destruction he had caused, he sat alone. Knowing exactly why he ordered yet another drink, his third in the last hour. Haze consumed the dark room. Nothing but Celeste mattered as the people became bright blurs against their backdrop. The music became less coherent with each passing minute. He finally had enough. It was time to go.

"Hey Trish, it's me Adam... I... uh... Could you come pick me up," he asked pathetically.

"Sure, babe." She responded quickly. He cringed... 'Pyro's reaction,' he thought solemnly. "Where you at?"

"I'm at Midnight Madness," he said.

"Ok, I'll be there a.s.a.p.," she grinned as she turned her cell phone off.


"I hope Celeste is alright," Amy said looking at her blonde boyfriend.

"Me too. Adam has been such an immature ass clown as of late," he responded.

"Ok, Mr. Jericho," she laughed. He also laughed when he realized that she was talking about his last comment. It was the comic relief the pair had needed. Tension had been building long before Celeste had noticed it. It had given them little time to rest. She was like a little sister to them. The last thing in the world they wanted to see was the thing they had sensed for several months before it had actually happened. Despite all of their effort her peace was once again destroyed.

The pair curled up tightly and drifted into a calm slumber.