A month later & Patty had already gotten out of darks & onto televised. She was also very quickly being recognized by fans as a big diva heel. Her new status didn't help any with her brother. When ever it seemed she was spending too much time getting changed he would question her wondering the crazy idea those broads were placing in her head. Stephen did what ever her could to keep her isolated unless she was with him & Drew. One time she did try to sneak out why the boys were out somewhere she didn't make it back before they did & even though she had fun it earned her a few bruised ribs, at least she hoped they were bruised & not cracked as she couldn't even afford to get then checked out till after her next match & blame them on that. That was becoming her new cover story, blaming the injuries of the abuse on the job.

A certain gentleman was in his home watching the shows as he always did when he was given extended time off to keep an eye on the rosters. Watching some fresh blood coming in he tried to think in his mind who would benefit from his years of wisdom. He was keeping tabs on the three that showed up recently from the UK. Drew came off a little, not rephrase that very cocky & full of himself. He would need to find later how much of that was real & if so he would need to be knocked down a bit. Sheamus strong, bold, brash, the man could see almost traces of himself in the young man. He might make it big for himself with the right molding. The last was the new diva Patty, now he normally didn't focus on any of the divas at one he could mentor. That normally fell on either Michelle or Mickie, this girl was brutal in the ring. He could see the rage she was set to portray, as most would say the Irish temper. He saw something deeper though he didn't care for. Under the rage he could see a hidden pain, he wasn't sure why or why he should care. As long as she did a good job that was all that mattered right? He had been watching her the last few weeks & was feeling a kinship with her though they never met. After the show when off he got up moving to his phone dialing a familiar number. "I'll see you next week Vince." He spoke in his smooth yet gruff tone. "I know I am not due back for a few more weeks, I want to check out the young blood first hand….I'll see you then." He got off the phone shutting everything down before moving to his gym to get a work out in before bed.

The next week Patty didn't even take note of the additional eyes on her, She went out did her match, got back, changed & was stuck at the side of her brother till it was time for his match & she had orders to stay near to gorilla spot for him. She was leaned over on a storage crate near by even if hidden deep the man watching her could almost feel the sadness pour from the fiery haired woman. Her body language tried to change the moment she thought anyone was watching her. Her watcher turned moving away from her location making his way out of the building.

Hearing the bell & boos of the crowd she knew he brother won again & she stood up waiting for him to come to the back where she kindly congratulated him again walking him towards the locker room where she had to wait for him till he was done & then they left. They made it up to their room & was preparing for bed when a folded piece of paper was spotted by the door.

Stephen walked over picking it up. Patty was sitting on her bed brushing her hair out. She wondered what he found but could not bring herself to ask figuring if she was meant to know he would tell her. He unfolded it reading it. He was surprised to find it was written in Gaelic:

Patty,
I see in you the fire of Brighid, the fighting spirit of Nemaih. I also see what you try to hide deep from the world, a pain you try to bare alone. You have friends you only need to ask for their help. Do not let the pain you try to bare alone bury & put out your fire.

The letter was unsigned Stephen tried not to laugh unsure if he should be angry of amused. Who ever it was did not bother signing their declaration to her. He wondered if she should even be allowed to see it. The only other man he thought could even remotely write the note would be Drew, then again he wasn't even sure how versed he was in it. He just crumpled the letter up tossing it in the trash before laying down to sleep shutting his light off before Patty was even finished. She shook her head setting the brush aside before laying down to sleep as well her mind still on what ever it was he was reading.

Luckily for her as was their normal routine she was awake first. She moved to the can Stephen threw the paper in the night before pulling it out, she carried it with her with her clothing to the bathroom. Locking the door she uncrumpled it as she started to adjust the temperature of the shower. She did not know if she should be happy over this persons compliments or sad she did not do a better job of wearing a mask to hide the pain of her own blood. She folded it up placing it in the pocket of the pants that day before she got into the shower itself. She knew she had to be fast as Stephen could wake up any moment. She didn't even bother with her hair that day before getting out to get dressed.

She walked out the door at first not seeing her brother till her pushed her from behind towards her bed. She stumbled but caught herself from falling as she quickly turned toward him. "What thee hell Stephen?"
"Ya thin me daft girl…where is it?" She could already see the fire in his eyes.
"Where's what?"
"Ye bloody know what I am talkin bout."
"Maybe if you enlighten me more." His face grew with even more anger moving towards her till she fell back on the bed, before she could move he had her pined his arm across her neck. She gave almost a growl of her own, struggling under him moving her arms to try to claw at his arm to release the pressure glad for the softness of the bed prevented his force from fully cutting her air.
"Enlightenment ye want is it?" The words came almost like venom from his lips. "Fine I spell it out plainly for ya. The letta I goot last eve…Twas in thee trash when I went to sleep, tis not there now…where is it?"

She turned her head to the side to try to get a little more air. "Ya sure ya hit the can?" She cringed when Stephens free hand hit her on her left side almost directly over the scar, she was never sure why shots to her left always hurt more then to her right.
"Ya doon playin smart wit me & just answer."
"Twas addressed to me anyways, ya had no cause to keep it form me." She bit her lip feeling another blow to her side.
"So ya lying tramp did remove it, nottin but a trash scrounging tramp as ya now? So enlighten me now…who sent it?"
"I don't know…" He landed another body blow, she cringed but would not give him the pleasure of a scream. "I swear Stephen I don't know who sent it."
"Ya still never told me where it is."
She closed her eyes with a sigh. "Me front right pocket." She felt Stephen shift his weight enough to dig in her pocket to remove the paper & heard his tearing it up. Removing his arm from her neck she takes as big of a breath as she could right before he landed a blow this time to her right side. "That for snooping where ya didn't belong." He then got up turning towards the bathroom. "I tell ya what ya should & should not be seein, ya hear me?" She sat up nodding but he didn't not see it with his back turned. "YA HEAR ME!"
"Aye Stephen I hear ya." He walked rest of the way into take his shower she just wanted to curl up. She couldn't believe she was praying the next four months to go fast & pray Drew was not as bad as he acted around Stephen even if deep inside she knew that would be asking too much.

(Even without saying it I am sure you can guess who has taken an interest in Patty.)