"Eighteen fucking grams! Rob have you and Terry (Brunk) lost your ever loving minds?" Illyria, Jim and Rob were currently sitting in the locker room of the Wachovia Center in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania and she had just got word that Rob and Terry had been busted in Ohio with eighteen grams of marijuana among countless pills.

"Lyria don't. I've already heard it from Sonya so I don't need it from you too." He grumbled.

"Good! I can't believe you would do something so stupid. You guys could lose your jobs because of this, you know that right?"

"Yeah, we know and we also know it was stupid so you don't need to keep rubbing it in."

"Rob I'm just worried about you guys. You're my brother and I look to Terry as though he's a member of our family as well...I just don't want to lose you guys." Illyria whispered, tears coming to her eyes and Jim pulled her closer to his side.

"I know and I'm sorry." Rob said, taking her hand and pulling her to him into a hug. "It'll all work out little sis I promise you. You and Jim go on and get out of here for tonight, I'll meet up with you guys at Jim's place after the show."

"But..."

"Go Lyria, please. I don't want you to be here to see what's going to happen later tonight." He pleaded with her and Illyria sighed.

"All right. Just remember that I love you big brother." She kissed him on the cheek and Rob smiled.

"I love you too."

Jim took her hand, leading her out of the locker room and the arena to his car. "You okay baby?"

"No. What am I going to do if they get fired Jim?"

"Lyria you'll still have the rest of us and we'll take damn good care of you, you know that...especially me." He said, pulling her into a hug and giving her a soul searing kiss.

"I know, I'm just worried I guess."

"You have every fucking right to be baby." They got into his car and he pulled out of the arena parking lot. "It's like Rob said...everything will work itself out." Jim took her hand in his and squeezed it reassuringly.

When they arrived at Jim's house they went up to his bedroom and got comfortable on the bed to watch Raw. "Do you know what's happening tonight that he didn't want me to be there for?" Illyria asked him, her head laying on his bare chest as her fingers traced patterns on his stomach.

"He's losing the WWE title." Jim stated and Illyria lifted her head to look up at him in shock, her fingers stilling on his stomach.

"He's what?" She demanded to know.

"They're doing it more or less as a fucking punishment for him and Terry getting arrested. He didn't want you to be there because he feels bad about it and he didn't want you pitying him." Jim explained, his hand coming up and gently pushing her head back down on his chest.

"I should really be pissed at him..." Illyria trailed off, resuming the tracing of patterns on his stomach.

"But you're not?"

"How can I be? He's going through enough hell as it is with having to give up the title...who's he losing it to?"

"Copeland." Jim growled.

"Oh well fuck me! They couldn't have picked someone better?"

"It was either him or Cena."

"How about neither? I can't stand either of them." She said, watching as Raw started up. "This sucks royally."

"There's not much any of us can do about it baby."

"I know but that doesn't mean I have to like it." Illyria grumbled.

"None of us do." Jim leaned up and kissed the top of her head causing her to smile a little. During Raw DX took over the production truck and as much as she tried not to Illyria couldn't help but laugh at their antics.

"Those guys are hilarious, it's good to see them back together again."

"Maybe I should defect over to the WWE and become a member of DX." He stated and she looked up at him.

"Why?"

"That way I could tell you to suck it and not get slapped for it." Jim said, smiling evilly and chuckling a little when she slapped his chest. "See?"

"Name one other time I have slapped you for that."

"Well...I can't seem to think of one."

"Yeah, that's what I thought. Though I may have to start slapping you for it now." She teased.

"Damn. Just slap me on the way down then."

"Jim!" Illyria exclaimed, giggling.

"What?" He laughed. "I thought it sounded good."

"Yeah, you would."

"You're damn right...can we just skip watching this and get to the good stuff since you already know what's going to happen?" Jim questioned, raising his eyebrows.

"I swear. Don't you ever get enough?"

"Never baby, never."

"Well then by all means, let's get to the good stuff." Illyria smiled, maneuvering around on the bed and pulling him on top of her. She was woke up a couple of hours later by the doorbell ringing and groaned. "Dammit."

"What is it?"

"We slept through everything and now someone's at your front door."

"It's probably your brother." He got out of bed and threw on a pair of jeans. "You get dressed and I'll go get the door."

Illyria watched him walk out of the bedroom then got out of bed and threw one of his Budweiser t-shirts on and a pair of her shorts. She went downstairs and saw him and Rob sitting in the living room, a somber look on her brother's face. "Oh Rob." Illyria whispered, walking over and sitting down beside him. "I'm so sorry that you had to lose the title to that asshole."

"It was my own fault, I should've known better."

"Here man." Jim said and Illyria looked up to see him holding a beer out to Rob. "You sure as hell need this."

"Thanks." Rob stated, taking the beer. He opened the top and took a long drink. "Man, I really fucked up this time."

"Rob it'll be okay." She wrapped an arm around his shoulders and pulled him into a hug. "You'll get through this, I know you will. You've got Sonya by your side, you've got me and not to mention all of your friends."

"I know and that means more to me than I could ever tell you. I think...I'm just going to go on up to bed." He said, standing up.

"Okay Rob, I love you."

"I love you too Lyria." Rob gave her a hug and she watched him walk up the stairs.

"God this is tearing him up."

"It will for a while baby until all this shit gets cleared up."

"I know." Illyria replied.

"Come on, let's go to bed."

"Sounds good." They made their way upstairs and fell asleep almost immediately with Jim's arms wrapped around Illyria.