Rae swallowed as she watched Tracy buttoned up the shirt. A part of her wanted to scream and pull out Tracy's hair. Another part of her wasn't surprised that Dave went back to Tracy as if Rae never existed. "I guess I'll be going now."

"If you want to see Dave, Rae, I'll go get him."

"No, it's fine." Rae lost her balance and slightly stepped forward. "I'm just going to head home now."

Tracy grabbed onto Rae, who immediately brushed her off. "I'm fine, Tracy. I'll be going now so you can get back to screwing him." She then started down the hall.

Tracy rushed into the bedroom. "Dave, get up. Rae's outside."

"What is she doing here?"

"She wants to knit a sweater for you, genius. What do you think she's doing here? Go after her. She's drunk off her ass." She said.

"Shit." Dave muttered. He put on a pair of shorts and ran after Rae. He saw her stumbling down the hall, occasionally bumping into the walls. He caught up with her before she was about to do major damage to herself. "Beautiful, what are you doing?"

"I'm trying to walk home, David." She said as she wrestled her arm away from him.

Dave tightened his grip on her, forcing Rae to turn to him. "Beautiful, stop."

"No, no, I'm fine. Go back to fucking your wife."

Normally, Dave would become frustrated and roll his eyes. But Rae was two steps away from missing her step and a short ambulance ride to the ER. Without second thinking it, Dave picked Rae up and carried her back to her apartment. She wrapped her arms around his neck for security as he carried her.

Once at her apartment, Dave set her down just slightly so he could open her door. He then picked Rae up and made a bee-line to her bedroom where he undressed her and laid her in bed. He placed a glass of water and a trashcan by her bedside, just in case.

He kneeled beside her and wiped her bangs out of her face as she slept. Trish walked into the bedroom and sat on the foot of the bed. "Is she okay?"

Dave nodded. "She's fine. She just needs some sleep." He whispered.

Trish looked over at Dave and watched his movements. He was caressing Rae's face and watching her sleep. He knew upon entering the apartment, Rae would be just fine with all of the Divas yet he wanted to stay just a few more minutes with her. "You know this could be easier if you were an asshole to her, Dave."

"It could be." He quietly replied.

"Why the phone calls? Are you trying to make her feel more guilty?"

Dave sighed. "I care about her, Stratus. Yeah, I should probably leave her alone but…"

"But…"

"I can't."

Trish leaned closer to Dave. "Is there a future between you guys?"

Dave's eyes didn't leave Rae's face as he watched her chest rise up and down. He held Rae's hands within his and lightly rubbed them. "Honestly? I don't know."

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Feeling confident that Rae was in good hands with Trish, Dave headed back to his town home. Once inside, Tracy was waiting for him with a cup of coffee. "How is she?"

"She's fine." He said, taking the cup from her.

Tracy nodded as a sign of relief. "I'm taking it that she doesn't know that we're just sleeping with each other, right?"

"Why would she know?" He muttered. "It wasn't any of her concern."

"Um, it is now." She grinned.

"Apparently." Dave shrugged.

Tracy put her coffee cup down and walked over to Dave. She wrapped her arms around his waist and kissed him. "Your dick may have been mine tonight but your heart belongs to her."

"And thank you for that sweet pep talk." He smiled.

"You know what I meant, David. You can't stay away from her forever, you know? You two will find each other again."

"What would that say about me? She cheated on me twice and I took her back?"

"And I wouldn't be talking about reputations and cheating, if I were you." She smirked. "Since when do you care about what people think about your personal life, David?"

"Tracy…."

"Dave, you love her. She loves you. And yeah, what she did was above and beyond fucked-up, there's not a doubt in that. But you two have a connection that I'll admit, we didn't have. You two belong together. But hey, it's none of my business."

"Thank you." He interrupted.

"But it is. And I want to see you happy, David." She kissed him again. "Let's go back to bed, lover. And first thing tomorrow, call Rae and check up on her."

Dave let Tracy lead them back into his bedroom. "I will."

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The next day, Rae woke up with a hangover left to be desired. She was only happy that she wasn't the only one feeling like shit that morning. "That's it, no more damn liquor for a while." Mickie muttered as she covered her eyes.

"For a while?" Maria said as she squinted.

"For the next few hours, that's a while for me." Mickie clarified.

Trish climbed on Rae's bed and comforted her. "How are you feeling, love?"

"I'll feel better once I get over this hangover but I'm fine." Rae said. She turned her attention to her lack of clothing and trashcan by her bed. She looked over to her left and saw the glass of water and Advil waiting for her. He took care of me last night. "Where is he?"

"He's at the gym." Torrie responded. "But he did come by to see how you were doing."

Rae nodded. "Okay."

Trish held Rae's hands. "He was worried about you."

Rae shook her head as she remembered the previous evening's events. "I'm so stupid. I went down to his place to talk to him and all I got was Tracy in my face." Rae covered her eyes. "I'm so stupid."

"You're in love, Sweetie." Maria chimed in. "Love makes you do crazy things sometimes. But he cares about you."

The fact that Dave carried Rae back to her apartment made her feel that her world was crumbling around her. It was clear that Dave still loved her and needed to protect her, even after the disastrous affair and break-up.

Rae was trying to fight her emotion but she ended up bursting into tears. The Divas comforted her. "I wish he didn't." Rae cried.

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The following Sunday, Superstars from the Raw and Smackdown brands were in full attendance at the Supershow. Rae was also in attendance, supervising the entrances and satisfying Vince's ego. She put on a happy front and concentrated on her job as much as she could.

Or as much as a certain somebody will let her. "Hey Flower." Randy greeted her.

Rae smiled as she turned to him. "Hey Thumper."

He pulled a seat next to Rae and kissed her cheek. "How are you doing?"

"I'm hanging in there. How are you?" She asked.

"Worried. Worried about you." He responded.

"I'm fine, Orton. I just need to concentrate on work right now."

Randy grabbed Rae's left hand and kissed it. "If you need anything, just let me know, alright?"

"Thanks, Thumper." She smiled.

Randy grinned. "You're welcome." He then got up and headed towards the locker room. Upon entering the locker room, Randy saw Dave going through his travel bag. Randy didn't waste any time confronting him. "What you did to Rae was beyond fucked up, Dave."

Dave closed his eyes and wondered what drug was Randy on at the moment to even think confronting him was even a slightly smart idea. Dave let out a deep breath and continued to look through his items. "Good evening, Orton."

"Don't be polite to me, motherfucker." He pressed. "You need to leave Rae the hell alone."

"You need, for once, to mind your own goddamn business."

"Rae is my business." He said, walking closer to Dave as various Superstars were on guard to break up a fight. "And I'm telling you to leave her alone."

"And what you're going to do if I don't?" Dave said, his voice quiet and steady. "Wow, you Ortons were definitely not known for your thinking."

"That's real funny, motherfucker. You know what?" Randy smirked and threw his hands in the air. "I don't know why I even bother arguing with you. Rae doesn't deserve you anyways."

Dave took a sip from his water bottle. "I guess the same can be said to you, chump."

Randy dropped his bag and rushed over to Dave. John, Hunter, and Ric Flair stood between the men. "What did you say to me?"

Dave smiled. "I thought I called your bitch-ass a chump."

Word of a potential altercation spread and soon Vince was making an appearance. "What do we have here?" He asked.

"Not a damn thing." Randy said as Dave kept quiet.

"It appears to be a damn thing occurring." Vince said. "Gentlemen, can I see you both for a minute…now?"

Randy and Dave followed Vince to a private area for the arena. They both stood as far away from each other as possible. The tension was growing thick between the men at break-neck rate and it was only a matter of time before it exploded.

"Since there is a disagreement of sorts, let's think of the best feasible way to handle this. Obviously, you two want to kill each other and I'm going to let you—in the ring.

"Since Survivor Series is coming up, it only makes sense that you two settle your differences there. We'll make a match and you two can sort out the details later. Deal?"

Randy and Dave nodded. "Deal."

"Good." Vince grinned. "Now for the time being, you two will stay as far away from each other as possible."

After Vince left, Dave approached Randy. "Now, now, David…" Randy began.

"I'm not going to satisfy your ego, bitch. I'm not stupid. I know what's going to happen at Survivor Series. But you listen to me and listen real good. Just because you're going to win, doesn't mean you're going to walk. I have every intention of keeping my promise to you."

Randy tried not to show any fear in his eyes. He only imagined what Dave was referring to. "So I'll see you later, right?"