(Dunno if you guys caught it, but my oc is the younger adopted sister of Maxine, who I love and wish were on the actual WWE lineup. More about my oc's past, why she is the way she is will come out, only if people tell me they want to see more of this story. )

(Huge thanks to my reviewers. So glad you guys like this so far. Probably won't be your typical romance, because I love writing fights too. So there will be a lot of fighting in this too.)

(Poll is closed now, hehe.. I will reveal the winner/mysterious voice soon.:))

Again, to my reviewers, you all seriously kick ass. xXx Deanna)

Laney sat up, growling, rubbing her hands over her eyes. She hadn't slept at all that night, and it was because she kept reliving the nightmare over and over. Something about it was different this time, however, a lot of things that maybe she hadn't remembered or noticed before were edging their way into her subconscious.

Fights her parents had that she never remembered until now. Things her mother yelled at her father about being a cold and emotionless bastard, a coward and a bum. And things her father yelled back at her mother in anger. She even remembered taking her baby sister and hiding outside her room on the roof next to the window, with her hands clapped over her sister's ears protectively as glass and god only knew what else was thrown from the rooms below.

She also remembered going to the doctor, a lot, and the doctor tossing around a lot of big words, her mother crying and her father getting angry at her when they got home because she cried and slapping her.

But why was she just remembering all of this now? And what was real? Because she distinctly remembered her father being this overly quiet and good man until one day he just wasn't.. Why was she suddenly remembering all of this, the fights and the words and the violence?

Getting up, she quietly grabbed her cigarettes and a lighter, her Ipod and the room key, heading downstairs. There was only one place she'd go to make her feel comfortable.. It varied in each town they stopped in with the show.. In New York, it'd been an indoor garden.

In Florida, it'd been the beach.

In Boston, it'd been a park.

Here, in this town, she only had to walk down to the lobby and then farther down a long hallway.. To the last room on the left.

A door that lead to the outside of the hotel, a courtyard with a garden and seating with a fountain designed to look like a waterfall.

Before she could go there, she'd step out into the parking lot, have a smoke and try to get her head around the conflicting memories and dreams she'd been having lately.

She'd just stubbed out her cigarette, and he spoke from behind her. "I see you got your necklace back."

"Yeah, thanks for that. Ambrose had it? What the fuck was he doing with it? Building a fucking voodoo doll or something?"

"No, oddly enough, he just didn't want to give it back. If he bothers you.." the man said quietly, carefully, making sure she couldn't tell who he was.

"If he bothers me, I'm a big girl. I got it." Laney said as she bit her lip, debating a moment on turning around, again, then getting angry with herself for even considering it.

"Still not going to turn around?" he asked seconds later, chuckling as he slid his hands down her bare arms from behind.

"Nope." Laney said as she bit her lip and then asked, "Why? Do you want me to turn around? I mean then all the fun and mystery's gone, right? Then it'll just get boring again, then it'll be awkward.. Or worse, we'll think we have a shot at being happy and.."

Her words hung on the air as he took a deep breath and leaned in closer, muttering into her ear, "Chicken."

" I'm not.. Just trust me.. Sometimes, life's mysteries are better left as just that." Laney muttered back.

" What are you more afraid of? Who I could be, or how knowing might make you feel? Because see, I've been watching you, Ellana. And I've noticed that you keep everything as emotion free as you possibly can.. And I'm wondering why?"

"Let's just say I learned at a young age what love can do to someone. What blind trust in someone can lead to." Laney said quietly as she leaned back against the person standing behind her, cautiously, studying her shoes intently.

"You do realize that everything doesn't have to end in tragedy, right?" he asked her as he continued to rub her arms, debating a moment on taking off his jacket, putting it around her... But if he did that, it'd be a dead giveaway as to who he was.

And she seemed so damn determined to keep it a mystery.

"I'm going to the fountain." Laney said as she started to walk in the general direction to the fountain/garden area from it's outside access point.

She figured he'd go inside, but to her surprise, she'd just settled on the cold edge of the fountain, was skimming her finger across the water as she looked up at the moon when she heard a throat clearing from behind her.

"You like being outside don't you?" he asked as Laney smiled a little and then said quietly, "Yeah.. It makes me think of someone special.. I used to take my baby sister outside all the time.."

He almost asked her what happened, but he held back. He'd ask her all of this when he finally forced her to turn around and actually see him.

Because apparently, that's what he was going to have to do.

They sat together in silence for a little while, and then he said quietly, "I'm gonna go back to my room. See you around, Ellana." before brushing his lips to her neck and walking back inside.

She sat there thinking about their conversation, how what the man said was true.. And wondering how in the hell he knew her real first name... Only a hand full of people knew it.

And the only reason they would would be if they were in FCW/NXT with her and her older sister Max.. So who was it, if it wasn't Ambrose?