Curses upon curses on Fergal Devitt. Darcy wiped down the bar and tried not to think about the major mistake she made last night. She sighed, at least it was over now. Soon he would be gone and out of her life...hopefully forever.
Maybe she was meant to be alone. She had her work. She glanced around her little pub with pride. Yes, she loved her life. She was happy enough before that snake slithered back into her life.
The band began to play and the place roared to life, distracting her from all thoughts of Fergal.
Finn stared out the airplane window. His spirit was stirred. Like something he hadn't felt in a very long time. There was an air of unfinished business. A magical, mysterious, and somewhat painful feeling.
Being home had triggered something in him. He missed Ireland. He missed his home. The sea, the green fields. The salt in the air. Darcy.
He squeezed his eyes shut. He fully intended to go back. To resolve things with her once and for all, but when? He knew it was going to be almost impossible to get away after Summerslam. And if he waited too long...
He exhaled. Maybe it was best to just leave the past in the past. He hooked up with an old fiance. It wasn't anything more than that.
But it was. It was everything.
His eyes soon grew heavy and the next thing he knew he was stepping off the plane. He thought he would at least have time to drop his luggage off at home, but Hunter met him at the gate.
"Glad you're back." His boss gave him a clap on the back. We've got some developments we need to work out."
Finn paused, his fist tightening on the strap of his bag. "Like what?"
"Lets get in the car." Hunter motioned towards the black town car headed their way.
Once inside Hunter dropped his bombshell. "We're making your match a triple threat."
Finn's mind immediately went to the title belt in his bag. His Irish temper had been pricked, but he remained professional.
"Who's being added?" He asked.
"Kevin Owens."
"Well I'm sure the three of us will put on a great match." Finn smiled, outwardly.
Hunter smiled and poured him a glass of champagne. "That's why I like you, Finn. You're a team player." Finn held the glass, but didn't take a sip.
He had fears. And his stomach had twisted into knots at this unexpected news. He didn't like when a plan changed. But he knew it was just part of the business.
A few nights later he laid in bed. His worst fears realized. Feeling angry and betrayed. He had lost his Summerslam match. Kevin was now the champion and what's worse, he got the feeling he was the only one who wasn't in the know about how the match was going down.
Kevin had an apologetic look on his face as Finn had made eye contact with him after the match. Finn's blood was boiling then. He had called down a bit now, but it was no use. He felt there was a knife in his back.
"This is what I left her for?" He whispered to himself in the darkness of his hotel room. Horns honked, and voices filtered through the walls. Alone, and angry. He missed home.
But, he couldn't give up on his dream. Not yet. He wasn't ready to walk away. He was going to fight. He was going to get back on top.
Something was tugging on his heart, but he ignored it. Chances are that Darcy McBride had already forgotten about him. He just needed to focus on work.
Weeks went by, Autumn faded and gave way to colder weather. Thanksgiving passed in the States and Finn spent the holiday alone. Several of his buddies had invited him to spend the day with their families, but he declined.
His mind went home to Ireland and he thought of her...
He knew he missed his chance to ever make it right.