Title: Solving Problems (10?)
Rating: We'll go for a nice safe R, M in parlance
Content: mentions of domestic violence, drug use, swearing, sex
Disclaimer: Don't own any of the characters mentioned herein, except for Laura, no offence meant.
Summary: Laura hasn't been around the wrestlers of the WWE for a while. When she returns, things have changed, schisms have formed, and all is not well. Can she sort things out?
A/N: Aw man, we're going for obvious plot developments here, and sap, sap, and more sap. I will warn you now though, I am evil. Things might seem nice and sweet for the next few chapters, but beware, it won't last!

The doctors must have done every test known to man. She had more needle marks in her arms than a junkie, and was sore and tired. All she wanted was for Randy to take her back to the hotel and hold her in his arms until she fell asleep.

Randy hadn't left her side. He was quiet, concerned, looking up hopefully every time a doctor or nurse came in. She'd really scared him, Laura had never shown any sign of being ill, and the thought that something might be seriously wrong scared the hell out of him.

Yet another doctor came into the room. He didn't have any medical equipment with him so Randy took that as a good sign that he might have some news. Sure enough, he pulled up a chair next to the bed and looked at Laura.

"Miss Jones? We've carried out several tests to determine what caused you to collapse, and a few precautionary tests to make sure that everything is ok."

She looked at Randy in concern. Precautionary tests? On what?

The doctor continued, "the reason you collapsed is due to extremely low blood pressure. We're not sure why your blood pressure fell so low, but we did discover a possible reason. You're pregnant, Miss Jones."

Laura looked at the doctor in shock. She couldn't be. Then the thing that the doctor said about precautionary tests came back into her head.

"Is the baby ok?" Her voice was shaky, and she didn't even dare look at Randy right now. Would he be angry, upset, happy?

"From the tests we've done, yes, as far as we can tell." He nodded at Randy, "just as long as you take it easy, you can go home. Your own doctor will need to keep an eye on you because of this. Do you have any questions?"

She shook her head, unable to speak.

"OK, well, your papers will be at reception when you're ready to go."

After he left the room Laura put her head in her hands and started crying softly. She was still too scared to look at Randy.

"How did this happen babe?" He brushed her hair away from her face and forced her to look at him. "We've always been careful, right?"

She nodded, and then realisation hit her. "Not… not the first night we weren't."

Randy went pale, as he remembered that night. They were both too drunk, the thought of contraception hadn't even crossed their minds.

"Shit." Randy was trying to process all this, trying to take in the fact that he was going to be a father, but he couldn't, nothing made sense to him. Suddenly he felt extremely claustrophobic and needed to get out of there. "I need some air… I won't be long." He nearly ran out of there.

Laura burst into tears again. She couldn't believe how stupid she was. He was too young to want kids, it was too soon, she wasn't ready, he'd blame her; a thousand thoughts went through her head, none of them good. She needed him right now, she needed him to hold her and tell her everything was going to be OK.

Chris had seen Randy run out of the room looking upset, and was obviously concerned. He was even more so when he walked in to see Laura sobbing her heart out.

"Sweetie, what's wrong?" he was terrified that it was something serious. He sat down on the edge of the bed and took her into his arms. "What is it?"

"Oh Chris, I'm so fucking stupid," she sobbed into his shirt. "I've messed everything up. I'm fucking pregnant and now Randy doesn't want me any more."

"Oh Laura," Chris' first instinct was to go and find the young man and beat the hell out of him. However, Laura was in such a state he didn't want to leave her alone. "Babe, it's ok, it'll be ok. Maybe he's just shocked." He wasn't quite sure why he was defending Randy, but he just wanted to make Laura feel better.

"Fucking hell Chris, how do I always get into these messes?"

He didn't know what to say, so he just held her more tightly. He was going to kill Randy for hurting her like this. She was sobbing and crying; he hadn't seen her in this state since the night Jeff had tried to kill her, and it frightened him.

Hunter had seen Randy run out of the room, and followed him. He was scared, whatever happened to Laura must be really bad for Randy to run out of the room like that. He eventually found him outside the hospital, sat on a bench left as a memorial to a 'long-serving member of staff', as the inscription said. Randy was pale, his fists were clenched and he was staring into space, seemingly lost in another world.

Hunter sat down next to him, close, but not invading his personal space. Randy vaguely acknowledged his presence, so Hunter felt like it was OK to speak.

"You OK, man?"

Randy looked surprised. He had expected the older man to ask about Laura. He shook his head.

"What is it?"

"Laura's pregnant." Randy took a deep breath and squeezed his fists even tighter. "We'd been careful, it was the first night that it must have happened."

"Shit." Hunter knew how he felt, when he and Steph had first started talking about having children, he'd been scared. Poor Randy had to deal with this with no preparation whatsoever. He'd only been dating Laura for a month. "Scared, huh?"

"I'm only 25. Laura's only 25. This isn't supposed to happen now. I don't know anything about kids. Yes, Hunter, I'm scared. I'm terrified."

"I guess it's too early to talk about what you'll do."

Randy nodded, "this is all wrong. I was so scared when Laura collapsed, I was scared of losing her… I told her that I loved her. I've never told her that before, but I do. I should be there now, looking after her, but this all just scared me. I had to get away, to think about it."

"And?"

"I don't fucking know."

"Do you love her?"

"Of course I do." Randy looked up, surprised that Hunter would ask that.

"So… you're here. She's upstairs, alone, probably terrified. She probably thinks you hate her. Why aren't you there with her? It's not just about you Randy, and if you want to keep her you need to show her that you love her, no matter what you two decide to do." Hunter didn't know if he was doing the right thing saying this, Laura was always better at helping people. She was the one that needed support right now though.

"I know. Fuck, I left her alone." As if the realisation had suddenly come to him, he ran back towards the hospital.

Laura's sobs had barely subsided when Randy returned. Chris was still holding her tightly, and he looked up at the young man in disgust.

"You've got a nerve."

Laura looked up to see who Chris was talking to. "Randy?"

"Babe." He walked over to the opposite side of the bed and sat down. "I'm sorry for running out on you." Chris was still staring daggers at him, so he continued, feeling the need to explain himself. "I was scared, I needed time to think, I needed to get my head around this. I'm sorry for leaving you alone. I was selfish, I never meant to hurt you."

More tears fell down her face, and she extracted herself from Chris' arms to fall into Randy's. She buried her head in his shoulder and held him tightly, lest he should run away again. He cuddled her close, hating himself for leaving her in this state. No matter what happened, he wouldn't do that again.

She eventually calmed herself enough to speak properly, "What are we gonna do babe?"

He stared at her, hating himself for causing those tears, "right now, I'm gonna take you back to the hotel, you need to sleep. We can talk tomorrow."

She nodded, too weary to argue. Chris however, was still angry, "I shouldn't let you take her anywhere after you left her like this. Are you gonna leave her again?"

"No. I am so sorry for running out on you sweetheart," he hardly acknowledged Chris, focusing instead on his girlfriend, "I love you so much and I know we need to talk but I promise you I'm not leaving. Never again."

"Promise?"

"Yeah. Let's get out of here."