I own nothing. Fergal Devitt belongs to himself, Finn Balor and other WWE characters/names belong to WWE, and lyrics belong to BSB.

Looking back on the things I've done,
I was trying to be someone,
I played my part,
Kept you in the dark,
Now let me show you the shape of my heart.

Darcy's head was splitting. It felt like she'd been suffering with a headache for days. She was running herself ragged going back and forth from the hospital to the pub.

Her mother was doing better, and her doctor said she would be able to go home tomorrow. So, Darcy was at the pub getting things in order and then was heading home for the first night all week.
Then, back to the hospital to pick Diana up first thing in the morning.

Darcy walked into the office and grabbed a bottle of ibuprofen off her desk. She downed three and headed back to work. One of her bartenders had the flu so she was filling in for him.

"I got this, boss. Go take a break." One of her employees, Clara said to her.

"No, I'm fine. Besides, you have to leave in ten minutes and we cant leave Andrew by himself at the bar. God only knows what would happen." She called down to the other end of the bar, "Isn't that right, Andy?"

Andrew rolled his eyes, "Whatever you say, boss." Then winked at her.

Darcy laughed and her head pounded harder. She knew she needed to sit down for a minute. But, it was Friday night and soon the pub would be filled.

Soon enough they urged her to go sit in her office for a few minutes. She laid her head down on her desk and prayed that her head would stop hurting.

She swore she only closed her eyes for a moment, but when she awoke it was half past seven and she could hear the loud roaring music coming from the band.

Jesus Mary and Joseph.

She rushed out of her office. Dear God the pub was absolutely packed. They must be slammed. She rushed around the bar and retied her apron. She was looking down when she walked around the bar and bumped into something...someone.

She looked up to a black tshirt, and a familiar smell. She knew instantly who she bumped into.

"What are you doing back here!?" She screeched over the music.

Finn slung the dish towel over his shoulder.

"I'm helping." He grinned.

Ugh, that smile.

"Well don't-"

"Shut up, Darcy." He smiled at her.

She wanted to argue, everything in her wanted to argue with the man. She wasn't sure why, but for once she just kept her mouth shut.

She didn't really have time to argue anyway, before she knew it there was ten people standing in front of her trying to order food and drinks.

She was swept away by the evening. The music was great. The people were friendly. She forgot all about her troubles of the past week. Especially when she glanced down the bar and saw Fergal.

He was watching her too. It was hot in the pub, and Darcy had braided her long hair and it was falling down her back. Gone was her sweater, revealing a tank top and her perfect shoulders.

Finn's body surged with lust. He wanted her, but he wanted all of her. He had nothing figured out and was leaving in five days. He hoped she would consider being with him. He hoped she'd give him a second chance.

When the place died down Darcy leaned against the bar watching her patrons and friends dancing to the music, sitting at their tables. Talking and telling tales, kissing and hugging.

The band switched pace and Darcy dimmed the lights. She smiled as she watched the couples dancing along to the folky violin tune.

Finn was watching her watch the dance. Before he knew it his feet were carrying him to her, "Could I bother you for a dance?" He whispered in her ear as he came up behind her.

She straightened up and could feel her back pressing against his stomach. She caught her breath, "No thanks, Fergal."

But he was determined. "Come on, Darcy. For old times..."

She nodded and let him lead her out on the crowded dance floor. At first she just stood there. She couldn't remember the last time she danced with a man. Of course she had danced with the old men who frequented the pub, but that was different.

Fergal was a man. A man who wanted her...how did she do this?

She didn't have to worry about it for too long because Fergal took her hands and placed them around his neck before resting his on her hips. It wasn't awkward. It wasn't anything but wonderful.

"Did you miss me ever?" Darcy asked suddenly.

"What?" Finn asked.

"Did you miss me?"

He took a deep breath, and tightened his grip on her hips. Honesty was hard, and harsh.

"No, honestly, I never looked back." He said.

She looked down.

"But, I was young and dumb. More dumb than anything. I should have never left. I was drinking too much. I stayed drunk for about five years after I left. I just...needed a different life. I dont know why. I loved you Darcy."

They stopped dancing and he pulled her close. "If you let me, I promise I'll never let you go again." He whispered as he kissed her cheek.

She wanted to say so much, but words failed. All she could do was bury her face into his chest. All she could do was hold onto the moment for as long as possible, because she didn't trust him to keep his promise.

She knew she was setting herself up for heartbreak by getting attached to Fergal Devitt. The man she swore she would never forgive, but in that moment she didn't care.

She was stronger now than 15 years ago. She could handle whatever he threw her way.