Disclaimers: I own nothing and no-one (although after HIAC I really wish I owned Rollins even if he won because of interfearance damn you, you two toned ninja)
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Chapter 7
Panic, nightmares and the shield oh my!
During the few months that followed I was restless although Trucco was back in jail I still was a wreck nightmares and panic were my norm, I went back to work quickly although Stephanie had made me take some time off being at home was making me go crazy Scott had stayed with me but I had trouble letting him in, I flinched or froze when he would touch me or even try to comfort me but for some reason i felt safe in one place - with Colby & the guys - anywhere they were I felt okay like they would protect me from hell hounds and Crowley himself (supernatural reference y'all). So when on the road I stayed with them at hotels or sometimes I would bunk with Nattie or Nikki mostly to give them a rest from me and my constant company although telling me they loved having me around I sometimes felt like a burden.
Scott would come see me but it wasn't the same he didn't push the issue of sex but he felt guilty that he didn't protect me from Trucco when he came back to the room and got no answer and just went on his merry way I assured him it wasn't his fault but he still felt this way all the same and our relationship started to be about me telling him information over and over again "Scott this wasn't your fault, Trucco has a screw loose and is for whatever reason obsessed with me you could not have done anything differently I promise" I may as well have put that on a greeting card and just presented that to him whenever he would start on this path of conversation. So eventually we broke up it was inevitable I guess but we vowed to remain friends so...
Brooksy was there for me whenever I needed him although he had left the WWE about halfway through my relationship with Scott. I missed him and his wit now who would be sarcastic and horrid to me and others his wit and charm beaten by none but he was happy in fact he and April are getting married and I seriously couldnt be happier for them or jealous of them could that be what I'm feeling right now?
I spent more time with my shield guys they were awesome to me and I loved them for it plus what's the downside to three 200lb guys who practically doted on me - that was every girls dream right?
Joe took on a father role to me making sure I ate and slept okay, Jon would make me laugh and didn't treat me like I was gonna break like fine china, and Colby was well absolutely amazing he would talk to me and if I had nightmares in the night he would hold me, at the beginning he made sure I checked in with my doctors and my councellor Dr Marks, Colby was just sweet, caring and well plain Col and it was exactly what I needed.
A few weeks later...
Raw was in Vegas tonight and we would be staying at Jon's apartment and because we weren't needed for Smackdown you know what that means, the VEGAS STRIP BITCHES! (Jon's words not mine) I hadn't really partied since what happened but figured I was safe as houses with these powerhouses so why the eff not it was gonna be a fun night.
We went out we drank we danced we drank more and danced even more well the dancing was mostly me and Colby Jon doesn't dance and Joe was more interested in his phone than anything.
I woke up the following morning with a pounding headache and a bit of a gap in my memory as to the previous nights events feeling something warm and familiar I turned slightly to see that once again I was Colby's little spoon and it was nice until i noticed something sparkly on my hand from the sun streaming into the room and almost fell off the bed when flashes came into my head, drinks laughing a chapel maybe, me wearing a tacky veil and tiara HOLY EFFING CRAP Colby and I got married I think it's time for me to start praying to the 7 gods again.
A/N Sorry for the late update on this work has been kicking my ass!
Thanks to nattiebroskette for reviewing my last chapter. Thanks to all who have followed or faved this story so far.
