3: To Dare is to Do, To Care is to Do

Dottie had spent a few days with Fergal and his family. When they had gone to Belfast in Northern Ireland, there were more for Dottie to meet. There was a lot of families for her to forget about by the next time she saw them.

There was still the job at hand, though. After Fergal wasn't on one SmackDown because of the European Tour, she was getting used to the lesser high activity of the Live Shows. But when she got the script for Tuesday's SmackDown Live show, she saw something that she didn't like.

"After you lose, I'm supposed to have a confrontation with Zelina." She looked at Fergal as he was resting his head back on his seat's headrest. "They want her to hurt me."

He opened his eyes and looked at her. "Let me see, Dottie." He reached for the script.

She glanced at the back of the bus where the woman known as Zelina was cuddled up to her husband in real life, Aleister Black. She never really talked to that guy, Zelina and she had never worked together since moving over to SmackDown Live. Zelina was a Latina woman who spoke great Spanish, Dottie didn't know anything other than English. Zelina was also a really pretty lady, she and Andrade worked great together.

"Scuse me." Fergal pushed himself up and headed for the back of the bus.

They were currently in Scotland, heading down towards Britain. It was night and the others were either asleep or doing something on their phones. Zelina was up, tracing a tattoo that was on Aleister's left arm. Fergal walked up to them and started to talk quietly. Zelina glanced at Dottie as she was looking at them over her seat and smiled.

Zelina said something, smiled at Fergal and handed the script back to him. Fergal nodded, and turned around to head back to where Dottie was.

"We'll talk to Mr. H when we get there. She doesn't like it either." Fergal sat down in the seat next to her.

Dottie rested her head on his shoulder. "No hoble Espanol."

He laughed. "Yeah, I know, Lovely. Zelina wants to try something with you during the match, but she has to get it approved by Triple H first, or Vince. We know you don't like to hurt people, and what we do may look like it but it only stings for a little bit."

"So you want me to get hit?" She looked at him.

"No, not really. I want you to be safe. What we're thinking about is you stopping her from hitting you. We'd have to practice it first. At the next Live Show, we'll talk to Triple H about it and then we'll work on it."

Dottie nodded and rested her head back on his shoulder.

"I'm losing next Tuesday," Fergal told her.

"I know." She said. "I just don't want you to get hurt at Money in the Bank."

"I know." He echoed her. "Can you believe that's it's been over a year since we first met?"

She smiled. "Can you believe that you're going to marry me."

"I hope you mean that in a good way."

"Would you have thought that a year ago you would even consider dating me?"

He sighed. "No. But now I'm glad to have gotten to know you." He pulled at her hair a little. She held him tighter for answering like that.

There was a laugh from directly behind them. The man that was known as Ali, or Aleem or something like that in real life, had been a constant appearance for the two of them throughout the trip after the previous SmackDown Live. The man was of Pakistan heritage, but he was an American. He was also a police officer prior to being a professional wrestler. And it didn't hurt that he and Fergal were almost the same height. Aside from having dark eyes, Ali was a great athlete like Fergal.

"Don't you two ever fight?" He asked, sticking his head out over their seats.

"We try not to. I say and do things that he doesn't like." Dottie looked up at Ali. "Do you and your wife fight?"

"Not a lot but it's about this job, and I have two kids at home that I don't see all that much. We make do with what we have." Ali said.

Another good reason for him to be a friend. Seeing as Joe Anoa'i was stretched out over two seats in front of the bus, having another dark haired person who was a husband and father was great. Ali's kids were still young, like Joe's twin boys.

The one thing about people that seemed to come up was religion, but not in a sort of preaching manner. Joe was Catholic, but Rami and Ali were Muslim, an Abrahamic religion just like Judaism and Christianity. Like when she met Ali's wife, Dottie asked about the headwrap thing, the hijab, because to her it was pretty and another thing she could mend because the headwrap Ali's wife had was a little frayed at one of the ends. Dottie didn't know that it was against some sort of rule for a woman in the Muslim beliefs to take off her hijab, but Ali's wife explained it to her calmly.

Dottie just liked people who were interesting.

"Hey, Dot, when you have a chance to fix something, could you?" Ali asked her.

She nodded. "What do you need? If it lights up, I'm not the one you need to talk about." She said in reference to his Iron Man light up apparel he wore down to the ring.

"No, I have a shirt my wife got me that I wear to interviews most of the time. One of the buttons popped off."

"I can needle and thread it back on, but I don't have any extra buttons and without seeing the shirt, I don't know what buttons works. At the next desitination, you can show me and I'll see what I can do."

"Thanks." He disappeared, only to reappear. "It's cool in here, use this."

He dropped a fleece blanket on top of Dottie. Fergal hadn't moved, and when she went to look at him, he had fallen asleep. Quietly thanking Ali for the use of the blanket, Dottie wrapped it around Fergal's upper body and went back to laying on his shoulder.

More traveling, more performances. Now that both Raw and SmackDown Live were traveling, those on the tour were traveling together but on separate busses. With this weird Wild Card thing and the European tour, Dottie did see a lot more of the others who were on Raw. So it wasn't a surprise to see Colby when they had arrived in Liverpool. More shows, more appearances, and Dottie went day to day with a headache shortly before, during and after these appearances. There was one good thing besides hanging out with new friends and a few old ones, she got to take pictures of people for their Instagram accounts.

Monday, when Raw was being held, Dottie and Fergal got to spend time at Tottenham Hotspur Stadium.

"I like those," Fergal said as he pointed to something in a hall.

Turning away from some pictures of football players hanging on the wall, she looked at Fergal. He was looking at some recycling cans.

"What?"

He pointed to the recycling cans. "To care is to do."

She looked at him and then at the cans. "Okay." She looked at the water bottle in her hand that had been empty and then at the recycling cans again. With a shrug, she went up to them and tossed the empty bottle into the recycle can.

Fergal wrapped his arms around her shoulders. "Not what I meant, Lovely."

"Then when did you mean?"

"One of the mottos for the Hotspurs is To Dare is to Do. To Care is to Do is just another way of wanting people to recycle instead of throwing rubbish away."

"To Dare is to Do, To Care is to Do." She mumbled as she rubbed his arm. "Good words to live by." She said. "I'll have to follow that sometimes."

"Only when you want to."

"But what about the script, they want me to get hurt."

"We'll be talking about it with Triple H tonight."

If only that night came faster.

It did eventually happen. Everyone involved with Fergal's match: Zelina, Andrade, Ali and Randy Orton all came to the arena when hearing about what was going to happen with Dottie. She understood Zelina being there, she was one of the major players with what was going to happen, Andrade was going to be there because he was winning the match. Randy was just there apparently and when Dottie looked at him, he nodded at her with crossed arms.

"What's going on?" Triple H asked when seeing the group of SmachDown Live superstars.

"There's something in the match that I don't like," Randy said before anyone else could. "I understand O'Connor being ringside because she's Balor's manager and finance but I don't like her being struck by Vega."

"And I don't want to either," Zelina said.

Aleister was standing nearby, talking to Ricochet, who was on that night's Raw show. But Aleister was there because of Zelina.

"I didn't get to see your script. It was just a straight forward Fatal Fourway. Let me see it." Mr. H said, holding his hand out.

He was given a copy of the script, Dottie stood holding Fergal's hand because her heart hadn't stopped freaking out since getting to the London arena where Monday Night Raw was going on. Off in the distance, Dottie saw Joe and Colby watching on, it only made her more nervous because this was all about her yet again.

"Vince!" Dottie jumped at Mr. H's holler. "Vince, we need to talk."

Vince looked at the group, Dottie ducked her head and pressed closer to Fergal. A hand on her back had Dottie looking over at Zelina, who stepped up.

"We'll work it out, don't worry," Zelina said.

The heated and not so quiet debate between Vince and Triple H was one she had never witnessed before.

"You know I personally oversee what happens with Ms. O'Connor. We don't need this happening, not when it's dealing with a woman who is special needs." He held the script up to Vince.

"She's a superstar now. She's supposed to know what to expect when performing for the company."

"I personally oversee what happens to Dottie, Vince. Hitting her will upset the community. Don't you get that?" Triple H's raised voice was getting a lot of attention now. "Hitting a special needs person for entertainment isn't going to gain you any favors in this. Fox network will have your balls and the USA network will hate you even worse. We're about empowering special needs, it's everything we do outside of the company and you want to hit one of their own."

"So, fix it. I don't care. Do something. I just thought it would make for better television."

"It won't." Randy Orton said. "Even I hate it."

So, Triple H figured out a way to fix it.

The next night, at SmackDown Live in London, Dottie was fretting backstage towards the beginning of the show. The Fatal Fourway was going to be second on the card after Roman Reigns had cut a promo with The Miz.

"Ready?" Randy asked Dottie as she stood next to the entrance onto the stage.

"Yes, sir." She answered even if her hand kept shaking.

"You'll do good." He didn't touch her, he never touched her. But after what he did the previous day, Randy Orton wasn't as scary as all the other times.

Randy Orton was as cold as a snake, but for her, he was a civil kind of person.

Randy went out to his music because prior to the match he was going to be doing a promo. Dottie stayed close to the curtain as she listened to the crowd. It was big and loud, just like every other live performance she had ever gone to.

"Hey," Ali showed up in his Iron Man light up costume thingy. His left glove had a light up circle just like Iron Man's energy blasters in the suit's hands. It was one of the things that had both Fergal and the man known as Ali had in common. Now Fergal was getting married, so that was probably another thing they had in common.

"Hi." She answered back.

Andrade and Zelina were there, and Fergal was bringing up the rear.

"We all set?" Ali asked their little group.

She knew what they had practiced earlier in the day. She knew where she was going to stand, what she and Zelina were going to do after Mr. H had overseen everything that was going to be included in the match.

Dottie managed to nod but her mouth kept shut.

If she screwed up she would make the company look bad. If she did something wrong, it was her fault and usually speaking it was something she did that messed everything up.

"Keep to the plan, and your place near the commentary table and you'll be fine," Andrade said.

Dottie did as she usually did, walking out behind Finn Balor, smiling. Though on live performances, she'd almost always end up pressing a hand to her ear, which she did. If only to block out the cheering fans from Finn's music. Already standing in the ring were Randy, Andrade, and Ali with Zelina on the outside of the ring. Dottie's job was to support Finn, like with fans.

She smiled and waved at the fans, mostly the children who waved back at her. She never touched any of them, because she was told not to. She walked towards the commentary, ignoring the three men there. Had she been on Raw she would have been happy to stand near Renee but SmackDown didn't have a woman commentary. She ignored the men while Finn finished his entrance.

Zelina did what Dottie expected when Andrade had shoved Finn into one of the steel steps, Zelina started heckling Dottie who had been standing nearby. The heckling was in Spanish, probably saying some not so nice words.

"No Hable Espanol!" Dottie yelled at the woman, hoping that the nearby cameraman had caught the exchange.

Zelina went to hit Dottie, but as she had perfected it before the match, Dottie put her hands up and blocked Zelina's arm before pushing her down before moving to the other side of the ring to get away from Zelina.

It didn't mean Finn was safe from getting pinned by Andrade. Sure it still sucked the Finn had to get pinned but it was expected this time.

She went to Finn when he rolled out of the ring. She put her hands on his chest and leaned down.

"Everything okay, Lovely."

She nodded, wiping some of the sweat from his brow.

The rest of the match ended with Ricochet making a surprise appearance, shoving Andrade off the ladder and stealing the green suitcase. Dottie helped Finn Balor backstage, where he turned back to Fergal and kissed her regardless of who was watching.

At least this was the last leg of the European tour, after seeing so many sights Dottie was happy to be returning to the States but with Money in the Bank that Sunday, who knew how she was going to handle it.

Sorry if it took me a few days to upload, I had gotten sick and didn't feel like writing. I hope you guys liked this update.