Robin stormed down the hall and caught the elevator. Smashing whatever buttons her fist covered, she fell back against the wall and started to cry. What did she have to love him? It was obvious to her now; the feeling wasn't mutual.

He did put on a good show though. She had…believed him.

The elevator opened into a near empty lobby. Robin was glad there was no one to see her cry. She didn't know where she was going; she just walked until she found herself sitting at the hotel bar. She ordered a vodka and cranberry and wiped her puffy eyes on a bar napkin.

"Something wrong little girl?" A voice said taking a seat to her left. Robin didn't respond, just downed the last of her drink and ordered another…a double.

The presence at her side didn't go away. It was as if she could feel eyes burrowing into her face.

"Can I help you?" She snapped, still not looking over.

"Actually dear, it looks like you could use the helping." Robin looked over as she finished the second drink. "HI…I don't think you've met the Rock." He said smiling, teasing, trying to get her to break.

"No, actually I haven't." She smiled in spite of herself. Rocky shook her hand.

"Now, I couldn't help but notice the puffy eyes, the blotchy cheeks…tell the Rock what's wrong baby." He raised his eyebrow.

"Do you really talk like that?" She blurted and ordered another drink.

"Well why wouldn't the most electrifying…" Robin rolled her eyes and put her head on the bar. "Actually, my name is Dwayne."

"Robin…" She said, paying for the drink and swallowing half of it.

"Whoa girl, at that rate you won't remember what's wrong." He laughed as he carefully took the drink out of her hand and set it on the bar.

"That's the general idea." She moped and took back the drink, finishing it before he could snatch it away again.

"Are you going to tell me what's on your mind or am I sitting here trying to cheer you up for nothing?" He smiled warmly. Robin shook her head.

"You don't want to hear about my drama."

"If I didn't, I wouldn't be sitting here. I can't stand to see a beautiful woman cry." His smile continued as he nudged her.

"It's…it's just that…Well, I think I just lost the man of my dreams." She said tears working their way down her face again. Dwayne put a hand on her shoulder comfortingly.

"I'm sure it's not that bad. I mean, he was dumb enough to give you up. He can't be all that special."

"It's a long story…" She sighed, picking up another glass.

"The Rock's got nothing but time baby." He said spreading his arms wide.

"You really want to hear all this?" She looked at him questioningly. He just nodded.

"Okay… It goes like this…"

Kane managed to pull himself together enough to make it to the bathroom. He washed his face and wet down his hair. Walking back to the other room he grabbed his mask and strapped it on. He grabbed the room key and stormed out the door after her.

He didn't know how long it had been since she left but he was determined to find her. He loved her; somehow he was going to make her believe it.

Kane pushed the button for the elevator and stepped back waiting.

"Come on…" He grumbled and sighing, knocked over a trashcan as he headed for the stairs. He took them two at a time as he thought. Where could she have gone?

He stopped to catch his breath. "Why did I let you walk out?" He asked Robin in his head.

Hitting the ground floor, he threw open the doors and looked around. There was barely a soul moving.

Kane walked over to the desk and rang the little bell.

"Did you see a red head, about this tall come through here?" He said holding his hand up by his chest.

"Red and black hair? Green eyes? Black tank top?" The sleepy-eyed desk clerk asked. Kane nodded vehemently. "She went into the bar."

"Thank you…" He said already walking away.

The bar was so dark Kane had a hard time distinguishing between people. He scanned the tables in the back first. No Robin. His excitement began to dwindle.

Just as he was about to give up, she laughed. Kane whipped around spotting her at the bar. His chest tightened at the sight. She was not alone.

"What the hell is she doing with the Rock?" He whispered to himself in disbelief, and then looked away. He didn't need to see what came next. He wasn't stupid.

Rage welled up in him, at Robin, for falling for her game, at Dwayne, for being the one to prove it, and at himself for being naïve enough to think she was different.

He opened his eyes and backed further into his dark little corner. They were walking right toward him. Kane's eyes followed them as they passed out of the bar and to the elevators.

She was even going back to his room.

Kane felt hollow as he watched the doors close behind them. Mark had been right, so very right.

The big man growled and without thought, he put his fist through the wall.

"Alright little girl…" The Rock said as he opened her room. "…You're home." Robin giggled drunkenly.

"I think I'm going to be sick." She laughed hysterically.

"Can you get to the bathroom?" Rock asked steadying her as she stumbled over a large combat boot. She nodded furiously and tipped upside down onto the bed.

"Thanks Dwayne…You're such a nice guy…" She sang picking up the boot and dangling it by the laces. "…Wonder where Kane is…" She muttered.

"Kane?" Both of Rock's eyebrows shot up. "That's who all this is about?"

"Um…" Robin slurred drunkenly. "…Yeah."

"I hope he knows how lucky he is."

"It'll be okay…every couple has fights." She was nodding off.

"Okay Sweetie… You be careful." He threw a blanket over her and patted her forehead before turning off the light and walking back out into the hall.

Kane barged out of the hotel and headed for his truck. It was locked. He growled and kicked the tire. Sighing, he headed back inside.

Stepping into the elevator, he pushed the button for his brother's floor. The door opened and he charged down the hall. Racing around a corner he bounced right into the Undertaker, knocking his empty ice bucket out of his hand.

"Mark, give me my extra set of truck keys." He panted out of breath with anger.

"What for? Where are your keys?"

"In the locked truck." He lied. Taker nodded and pulled out his huge ring of keys.

"Don't forget to bring them back. You do this all the time." Taker laughed. Kane nodded irritably and turned back the way he had come. "Hey, how are things with your woman?" Mark asked, attempting to be brotherly.

"FINE!" He yelled viciously and continued walking. Mark snorted, raising his eyebrows in surprise and headed toward the ice machine.

Hopping into his truck, he turned the key until the starter ground and roared out into the night.

When Robin woke up, it was still dark. Looking over at the clock, she saw it was 4:30 in the morning. She sat up a little too quickly and her head spun.

"Oh God…" She groaned. "Kane…" She said reaching toward his empty side of the bed. "Kane?" She asked again sheepishly realizing she was completely alone.

For a moment, she was disoriented, and then in a flash, the night fell back into place. Putting her face in her hands, she cried uncontrollably.

Robin was frozen in place. She wanted desperately to go look for him, but what if he came back? Would he stay if she wasn't there?

Suddenly, there was a noise outside the door. Robin jumped and threw herself under the blankets, pretending to be asleep.

Kane opened the door slowly, almost afraid to find her there. It was dark inside but he didn't remember turning off the lights.

His breath caught as his eyes adjusted. There she was, asleep in his bed. Every part of him screamed to climb in, to hold her but the image of her arms around the Rock's neck killed it. Kane sighed heavily and stepped into the bathroom closing the door behind him.

Slowly, carefully, she sat up. Robin's head was spinning. Why had she had so much to drink?

She crawled out of bed and listened at the door. What she heard broke her heart. There was no mistaking the sound of his tears.

Robin stifled a sob and slunk off back to bed, curling up with her back to the door. She wasn't sure why but she couldn't face him yet. The whole fight was so stupid…

Kane regained his composure and quietly slipped back into the bedroom.
She looked so peaceful lying there; he loved her so much. Yesterday, just the sight of her would have filled him with happiness…but now…

Kane changed his clothes and crawled into the bed. It was all he could do to keep himself from turning to her and holding her tight. That was about all he wanted in the world right then.

He sighed heavily and rolled onto his side facing away from her. It felt completely unnatural not to have her closer but he couldn't let what he saw go. Mark was right…Vince was winning.

Robin felt him hit the bed. She smiled at the familiar shifting of weight but the emptiness returned when he faced the other way.

She knew she should say something, apologize, tell him she loved him, anything, but she couldn't make herself speak. She just lay there, listening to him breath and loving his smell.

"I'll talk to him tomorrow; it's a long drive…" She thought casually rolling over and "sleepily" throwing her arm across his chest.

Kane's breath caught when she touched him. Was she awake? Was this an apology? It didn't matter; he knew what he saw…

He breathed heavily and shrugged off her arm, rolling onto his stomach, trying desperately to get some sleep.