Title: Solving Problems (22?)
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: Closer to the end now! I hope to finish posting this by the end of the week, as I started uni today, and won't have as much time for writing and stuff.

When Randy got off the plane and switched on his cellphone he had three new messages. He figured that it would probably be Hunter wanting an update on how things had gone, but instead his mom's voice could be heard:

"Randy, Laura's just gone into labour… you need to come home son."

"Randy, it's mom again, me and your dad are just driving her to the hospital now, call me as soon as you get this message."

"Randy, call me. Come home before you regret this for the rest of your life."

The last message was only from ten minutes ago. Randy immediately jumped into a cab and directed the driver to the hospital. He didn't have as much time to make it up to Laura as he thought. He tried calling his mom to let her know he was on his way, but her cellphone was switched off, as was his father's.

The half hour's drive was the longest of Randy's life. It was the middle of the night, so the roads were pretty clear. Randy was nervous as hell though, his mind couldn't focus on one thing: it fluttered from Laura to the baby to his behaviour to what he would say to her. He knew that he'd hurt her, that she'd be wary, but hoped that she still felt enough for him to forgive him.

Randy pretty much ran into the hospital, quickly asking for the maternity unit and running over to that department. He found the reception and hurried over.

"Hi, is Laura Jones here? I'm her partner, Randy Orton."

The nurse looked over her admissions notes and nodded, "follow me." She silently led him down a clinical, cold corridor to a small room. He could hear a faint sound of moaning and pain. Laura. It cut through his heart.

"Put these on, and come over to wash your hands." The nurse gave him a gown and hat to wear, and he followed the instructions as commanded. "OK, you can go in."

Randy sometimes got nervous in front of a big crowd. Coming out in front of all the fans at Wrestlemania or Summerslam was sometimes nervewracking to begin with, but once he got in the ring he loved it and wouldn't be anywhere else. Walking into this room was the most terrifying thing Randy had ever done.

"Laura?"

She looked over. Randy's mom was at her side, holding her hand. She was exhausted, emotional, scared; sweat slicking her brown hair back off her face, biting her bottom lip to try to stem the screams and expletives she'd been uttering the last few hours.

"Randy?" He couldn't quite figure out what emotions were in her voice; there was a coldness, a hopefulness, a sadness… he couldn't quite decide if there was any love left in there, but he knew if there wasn't, it would be his fault.

"Laura… I'm so sorry angel. I can't believe I fucked up… I hurt you. Forgive me, please."

"Randy…" she began to speak, but her words stopped as another contraction hit, and she screamed a little again. He immediately went to the other side of the bed to his mother and took Laura's hand, a little more optimistic as she squeezed it. She contraction subsided and she turned a little to face him.

"I don't wanna talk about it right now… just promise me you won't leave me again."

Now that was one thing he was sure about, "promise. I'm sorry Laura, I really am."

"I know."

"I'm sorry I wasn't here earlier as well." Randy, being a wrestler, was used to seeing pain, but when it was his own girlfriend, it freaked him out somewhat. The worried look on his mother's face concerned him too.

"It's ok, your mom's been looking after me. I've been in for a few hours now… I think my contractions are every five minutes or so now. That means it's gonna be soon."

Randy's mom nodded, "it will, you're down to three minutes at the last one Laura, I'm gonna go and get the doctor, OK?"

Laura nodded, and for a few minutes it was only her and Randy, with a nurse in the background keeping an eye on her. He comforted her through the next contraction, stroking her hair and holding her hands, whispering soothing words.

"What happened to your face?" In a pain free moment, she looked up at him and smiled crookedly.

Randy cringed, he'd almost forgotten about the black eye Chris had given him. "Your friends like to defend you in any way they can."

"Chris?" It didn't take a genius to work it out.

"I deserved it, I've been an asshole."

"I didn't tell him… I knew he'd react like that. Sorry you got hurt babe."

"I'm sorry I hurt you." Randy bit his lip as Laura screamed again. He hated seeing this, but in a perverse way was so glad to be there. If he could help her in any way, even just by being there, then it was worth it.

A doctor came into the room and examined Laura briskly, looking somewhat satisfied, "ok Laura, when I say, I want you to push, remember the breathing exercises you learned at your classes."

She nodded, looking up at Randy. This was it. If he was going to run, it would be soon. If he stayed… if he stayed, she could maybe trust him again.

He stayed. He supported. He did everything he was supposed to do, everything that she hadn't dared hope that he'd do. He was what she'd dreamed he'd be, way back in the first few months when everything was ok. When she gave birth to their daughter he was there at her side, proud, emotional, and unashamedly crying in relief and hope.

He'd never been so scared, or so proud, as when he held that little girl for the first time. Nor had he ever felt so much love in his heart as when he looked at Laura holding the baby in her arms, exhausted but happy.

"I know we have a lot to talk about angel, but I love you and I'm so proud of you right now."

She nodded, tired and now quite emotional, "I'm so glad you came back. I didn't think I'd manage without you. I didn't know what I'd do. I still don't really understand… you're right, we need to talk. I'm just so tired right now, and we have to decide what to call her."

"Did you have any thoughts?" They hadn't really discussed it, as it had always seemed too far away to worry about. That had been part of the problem.

"From what I've been reading recently, I was thinking Perdita. It means 'the lost one'. It's pretty, and I thought it was appropriate too."

Randy nodded, understanding Laura's feelings; the baby wasn't the only lost one; they all were, in their own ways.