A/N: I have no clue where this short scene came from. But all of a sudden there was this and it stuck as a one-shot. I hope you don't mind.

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Randy glanced over at his girlfriend and saw the look in her eye as she sat in the back of the car with him. She was in guard mode. She was the lead bodyguard that he had. The best of the best on his crew and no one expected that from someone of her size and from what she looked like.

Long curly red hair that was feather soft to the touch. Blue-gray eyes. Curvy body that hid her muscles well. Randy knew where her tattoos were and where all the little freckles were that dotted her fair skin.

"Is it really that serious?" he asked, sounding bored.

"A bunch of death threats on one of the rising stars of the WWE and just when a new movie decides to call your name?" the girl shot back, lifting an eyebrow. "I'd say it's damn serious, Randy."

"Clara…"

"Don't you, Clara, me, Randall, with that charm on your tongue," Clara said, not bothering to hide her accent. "You're in danger and I'm not about to let anything happen to you. Savvy?"

"What about you?"

"Eh, not scared. They couldn't even spell your real name correctly." Her full lips pulled into an amused smile. "What kind of third grader would beat them, I wonder?"

Randy chuckled and looked out the window as the car pulled to a stop in front of their destination. Clara clucked her tongue and pushed him back.

"Stay," she ordered.

Clara climbed out of the back of the car and slowly looked around, scanning everything. Randy got bored and climbed out, much to her displeasure. He stretched his arms over his head and rested them on the top of the car.

"Having fun yet?" he asked, smirking at her.

Clara gave him a dark look. "You are so going to end up with something shoved up your ass by the end of the night."

"Maybe you are," Randy shot back.

Color tinted her cheeks. "You are not going to distract me from my job, Randy."

Randy sighed and drummed his fingers against the top of the car. "You are awfully concerned about the job when you should be concerned about how many times I'm going to make you scream "oh god" to the point that the neighbors are going to think you're throwing a Southern revival."

"Heaven forbid." Clara touched his shoulder and turned him to look at her, smoothing her hands over his chest. "You really think you can make me scream like that, love?"

Randy nodded, a deadly look in his eyes. Clara bit her bottom lip and looked at him with hooded eyes.

"Why don't you give me a kiss then? To seal the promise of tonight?"

His lips touched hers and he tasted the sweetness of her lips. But there was a sadness to her kiss like she was saying goodbye. She pulled back just a little bit and stroked the back of his neck.

"I love you, remember that," she whispered.

"What?" Randy asked.

Clara pushed him down onto the ground and when he looked up he saw the red dot on her chest. Clara had her gun out and was shouting orders to the other bodyguards, her eyes trained in the location of where the dot was coming from. There was a crack and he didn't know who had fired first.

All he saw was red…

And Clara fell to the ground…

OOOOOOOOOOOOO

Randy unloaded a gun into a target two weeks later, hitting it in dead center and doing one final kill shot in the brain. He had been training ever since that bastard took down his girl. She was currently fighting for her life, even though they'd removed as much of the bullet as they safely could.

Right in the heart…that bullet went right in her heart…Randy thought, turning away to hand his gun over to his teacher for inspection. It could have been me…it should have been me…

The WWE had tried to hire more bodyguards for him, but he wouldn't take them. He would become his own bodyguard. He would become as good as his girl and then he would become better. Until he could track down the bastard that had hurt her.

When I find him…when I find him, I'm going to put a bullet right in his heart. So that no one can take it out. And I'm going to do it up close, so he can see my face and know that I am doing it for the one that I love more than any job with the WWE or movie crew.

Randy's eyes landed on a picture of Clara that he'd tucked in the bag that he'd brought with him. He blinked and saw her body lying broken in the white of a hospital room. He would see her out of there. She would fight. She would get better. And then they would be together.

Because he was a changed man.

And changed men were dangerous.

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A/N: I kinda like it like this. I know, I'm mean. Sorry, not sorry. I love you guys. Bye. -Scarlet