It's been a while, but I really do like what I have planned for this story. Thanks for those of you who have that have showed interest. Enjoy!

I wave awkwardly, ''Hey Jon.''

He rushes over to me, pulling me down the hallway away from the few people who were gathered. ''You can't call me that here.''

''Um, okay.''

''What are you doing here?" His eyes are darting around the arena.

''I have an interview,'' I respond, but Jon is looking elsewhere. ''Are you okay?"

He ignores me, much like he always did. ''To be a wrestler?"

''I believe the correct term is 'Sports Entertainer.''' Jon doesn't laugh at my feeble attempt to make a joke. I roll my eyes. ''For the legal department. I'm a lawyer now.''

Finally, Jon's eyes focus back on me. ''A lawyer, huh?" I nod and Jon smiles. ''I knew you could do it.''

''Thanks, I guess.''

''Regardless though, you can't work here.''

Even now, Jon's bossy attitude pisses me off. My hand settles on my hip. ''And why not, Jon?"

''I told you, call me Dean. Can you just trust me on this?"

''Give me a better reason than that, Jon. The last time I trusted you, it didn't work out so well for me.'' Old memories try to surface, but I push them down, way down.

''Char, please that's ancient history. In this, just listen to me.''

''You know I never listen,'' Jon groans and throws in hands up. It feels like we're in high school again, arguing over what movie to see. ''And you prohibiting me, just makes me want to do it more.''

He slams his fist against the wall. I can't help but notice and admire his arms, which are substantially larger since the last time we saw each other. ''You're impossible. You've always been impossible.''

''That's what you used to like about me, if I remember correctly.''

''Forgive the mistakes I made in my youth,'' he snaps back. I'm not offended or annoyed. This is what Jon does. He lashes out, says things he doesn't fully mean.

''I request the same.''

He rolls his eyes, ''So where does this leave us, Char?"

''I'm taking the job.''

His jaw clenches, ''Fine.''

''Don't call me Char anymore.''

''Then call me Dean.''

''Fine.''

We stand staring at each other, arms crossed, tense. ''Why are you in Missouri?"

''It was pretty far from Cincinnati, and I got money to go to law school here. Personal problem with the state?"

He shrugs. ''I just didn't picture you here.''

''And where did you picture me?"

Dean looks down and smirks. ''You don't want to know where I pictured you. I probably had no right to picture you there.''

''Stop that.''

''Stop what?"

''That weird mix of cocky slash contemplative thing you do. It was transparent ten years ago and it still is.''

He bursts out laughing. ''if I remember correctly, you liked my weird mix.''

''Once again, youthful mistakes.''

There's noise down the hall and Dean tenses. There's a voice. ''Dean, we need you.''

''I'll be there in a minute.''

''You have a match?" He nods and I notice his fists clench and unclench. ''What's your finisher?"

Dean winks, ''I think you remember.''

I roll my eyes. ''You know what I mean.''

''I do, I do. I'm just surprised you knew the right word for it.''

''All those hours of wrestling movies in your basement came in handy for something I suppose.''

Dean doesn't immediately respond and I can see him relieving those nights in his head. We spent countless hours in his basement hiding from the world. He made me watch the videos over and over again. Commenting on what he liked what he didn't like and what he was going to do when he got the chance. His enthusiasm was contagious and even though I didn't particularly like the wrestling, it was fun to see him excited about something. And of course, he would use it as an excuse to practice some moves on me. We had fun, lost in our own world. In his basement we forgot about all the shit happening around us. It was a tradition until things somehow, someway got worse then they already were.

''We need you now Dean,'' A voice interrupts our trip down memory lane. Dean visibly shakes himself. ''Coming.''

''Have a good match.''

He doesn't say thanks. ''Char, uh I mean Charlotte, if you take this job, which you still shouldn't by the way, but if you do promise me one thing."

''What?"

''Pretend you don't know me. Things are going to get ugly Charlotte. And if they know that you know me…'' he stops and brushes a stray hair behind my ear. ''Just don't know me.''

''Jon,'' He shakes his head sharply. ''I mean Dean, what is going on? Are you okay?"

''I'll be fine,'' He smiles sadly. ''I can take care of myself.''

Dean walks away and I'm alone in the cold, slightly dark bowels of an unfamiliar arena. It takes me a few minutes, but I find my way back to civilization. I'm in time to watch Dean take a rather hard hit before being pinned. It looks bad, and I can't help but wince. ''Ms Warren, you're still here, good.''

I turn and find Stephanie McMahon, ''Yes, the shows been great.''

''I'm glad you're enjoying it,'' She gestures to the screen. ''Great final match, yes?"

I want to say no of course, Dean lost and could be injured. But Dean's words stick in my head. ''Yes, impressive.''

''I should introduce you to Seth, he's a good man, ambitious.''

If the bad-dye job didn't turn me off enough there's the whole part about him and Dean apparently being mortal enemies. ''I don't know if that would be a good idea. I probably shouldn't be dating in the workplace.''

Dismissively, she waves her hand, ''That's how I met my husband, but I'm assuming this means that you are accepting our offer.''

I pause, wondering if I should heed Dean's advice, but part of me is too stubborn to listen and the other part believes he's just paranoid. ''I am.''

''Perfect,'' Stephanie smiles and sticks out her hand. ''Welcome aboard.''

''Thank you, I'm looking forward to it.''

''As am I.'' We shake hands. ''We will fly you to Connecticut, our headquarters, on Wednesday to make it official. Of course, you'll be traveling Monday and Tuesday each week.''

''Traveling?"

''I'm sure I mentioned that.''

''I must have forgot'' She didn't, but I don't disagree for now. Honestly, it will be nice to not be in my apartment too much. ''Will I need to move to Connecticut?"

''Eventually, but let's not worry too much about that now. Any final questions?"

''Actually, I have one,'' Stephanie looks at me expectantly. ''Why is the Chief Brand Officer of an international company going through such lengths to secure a young lawyer for an entry-level position?"

Stephanie's smile falters slightly, ''You do have a sharp mind, Charlotte and obviously a little untrustworthy of authority. That is, no doubt a product of your upbringing in Cincinnati."

I don't say anything, waiting for her to answer my question. There's a commotion and three large men appear from behind a curtain. It's Seth Rollins and the other two that just beat, one of which I recognize as Kane, the other one isn't familiar. They make their way over to us. ''I'll be with you in a second boys.''

They stop and Stephanie continues. ''It's my job to make sure that the WWE survives and thrives.'' She gestures to me, ''Simply put, you Charlotte Warren are what's best for business.''