Hello! Here's a new chapter of Finding Holly.

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Mike was concerned about Holly, going into their next match. It was unfortunately going to be a mixed tag match with Edge and Holly versus Mike and Maryse. There was potentially a lot that could go wrong, but Holly was adamant that she would be competing. Mike had to agree with her and hope that nothing out of the ordinary occurred. The Chick Magnet was still aware of Edge's curiosity over Holly's recent absences.

The Ohio native was already in his ring gear. He looked over at Holly, who was lacing her boots up. Her dark chocolate curls hung over her shoulder as she adjusted her red kneepads. She smiled a knowing smile as she registered Mike's staring from across the room.

"See something you like?" she asked without looking up.

"As a matter of fact…" Mike started, but was cut off by Holly.

"You look so hot in trunks." The brunette grinned, eyeing his bare legs.

"You look so hot in anything." He replied.

"Anything?" she asked, raising her eyebrow.

"You look ever better in nothing." Mike smirked as a smile crossed Holly's lips.

Three loud knocks interrupted them.

"Holly, time to go." Edge shouted through the locker room door.

"One minute." Holly replied, rolling her eyes and leaving Mike with a passionate kiss.

She opened the door and greeted her "husband" who was staring daggers at the Ohio native. Mike shook his head and picked up his US title belt, throwing it over his shoulder. He walked slowly to the curtain, where Maryse was already waiting. She almost smiled as she saw him approach her. Mike looked up as he heard Edge's theme play through the arena. On the screens, he could see the Canadian lead the brunette diva down the ramp. Edge slid into the ring and stood to lift the ropes for Holly.

"Mike, we're on." Maryse hissed, as she pulled him over to the curtain again.

"We're going out there together?" Mike asked her.

"Apparently." She replied as Mike's new theme I Came To Play blared through the arena.

"And their opponents, from Montreal, Quebec is the Diva's Champion Maryse. Her tag team partner, from Cleveland, Ohio and United States Champion, The Miz!"

Mike threw on his trademark smirk as he proudly showed off his title. He entered the ring and watched as Maryse did her signature hair flip at the ropes. She did look hot tonight, in dark purple attire and her platinum blonde hair in perfect waves. He threw his arm over her shoulder as they played on their rivalry with Holly and Edge.

Well, Mike wasn't even acting.

Mike had known Maryse long enough and they had even dated. He led her to the corner and whispered quietly to go easy on Holly. The blonde nodded and reverted to her bitch character. She smirked and flicked her hair as she closed the distance between herself and Holly. The brunette was ready for her though, upending the French Canadian before she had a chance to lay a slap across her face.

Holly attracted cheers as she whipped Maryse into the turnbuckle and charged at her with a shoulder block. The blonde was dominated for a couple of minutes, before she countered Holly's neckbreaker and caught her with a leg sweep. The French Canadian goaded the brunette, flipping her hair and giggling to herself in French. She shook her head and held out her hand to tag in Mike. He entered the ring, watching as Holly crawled across the ring to make the tag to Edge. The blonde man was more than ready, trying to hit a clothesline straight away. Mike caught him with a high knee and proceeded to putting on a submission hold. Edge had fire in his eyes as he determinedly reached out for the ropes, finally grabbing one and forcing Mike to break the hold. The Canadian man was all set up for a spear, until Mike sidestepped at the last minute. Edge was disoriented as Mike swooped in behind and gave him a Skull Crushing finale. The Ohio native pinned his enemy and got the three count.

The arena was a chorus of boos, given that Miz and Maryse were both heels, while Holly and Edge were faces. Maryse laughed and showed Holly her hand signal as the Miz's music played out. Mike still had to act, kissing Maryse's hand and eyeing her toned body. The referee handed them both their titles back, and they slid out of the ring and walked back up the ramp.

The French Canadian turned to face Mike. He stopped and frowned at her unreadable expression. She looked slightly tearful, but knowing Maryse that was virtually impossible. He lifted her chin with his hand and saw that there were indeed tears welling in her brown eyes. She brushed his hand away and turned and walked away. The Ohio native tried to compute what he had just witnessed, but nothing made any sense to him. Maryse wasn't one to get emotional over anything. Hell, he was the one who had cried watching Gone With The Wind on a Valentines trip. The platinum blonde had sat dry eyed through the entire movie, which was pretty long.

"Hey baby!" Holly ran over and leapt into his arms.

"Hey." He smiled as he wrapped his arms around her.

"Something wrong?" the brunette asked immediately.

"Maybe." Mike sighed.

Holly leaned back and made eye contact with him. She widened her blue eyes curiously as her boyfriend let out another deep sigh. He set her feet back on the floor and took her hand.

"Let's talk about it in private." He told her, as they walked back to the locker room.

"Ok." She nodded, following his lead.

They settled into the locker room as the brunette diva awaited the explanation. She sipped from a bottle of water and loosened the denim style waistcoat that she wore to the ring. It matched her shorts and was small enough to show off her red bra underneath. Mike looked across at her and nodded, knowing what she was after.

"It's Maryse." He said.

"What's Maryse?" Holly asked, tilting her head slightly.

"She was crying after our match." Mike explained.

"Did I hurt her?" Holly asked with some concern.

"No, I don't think so." Her boyfriend replied.

"You're really worried aren't you?" the brunette diva asked him.

"Yeah. But if you're not…" he was cut off again.

"Mike, she is your friend. If she needs you, I'm fine with that." Holly told him.

"Have I ever told you how much I love you?" the Ohio native asked her.

"Every day." She replied.

"Good." He grinned.

"You don't need to though." Holly added.

"What?" Mike asked her.

"If you tell me you love me, I believe you. Don't say it more, just cause I'm sick." She answered.

Mike nodded and sighed. She was taking it so well. Her treatment was starting next week. He was worried for her, although she did not seem as fazed as he was. The Chick Magnet smiled to himself as he thought of his life since he had met her. There was more fun and laughter and he was less bothered about trivial things. Nobody except the two of them knew about Holly's illness. His friends had grown to love her too, accepting the diva into their tight knit group.

After Holly had got ready to leave, she met with Mike again. He had showered and dressed a little earlier, and had been caught up in his thoughts. He was sighing to himself as he quickly checked his messages on his cell phone. The brunette was watching him curiously. She was beautiful even when she was dressed down. The casual grey pants and hooded jacket looked plain against her cocoa coloured waves of hair and those deep blue eyes that were alive with wonder.

"Let's go home." Holly said, standing up and zipping her bags.

"Do you feel sick?" Mike asked with some concern.

"No, silly." The brunette giggled.

"Why do you want to go home? It's still early." Mike shrugged.

"I don't want you to tell me how much you love me…I want you to show me how much you love me." Holly gave a smile.

"Oh, I get it now." Mike nodded and grinned to himself.

"I'm glad we understand each other." The brunette winked at him.

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