A/N: A slightly longer chapter than most, just for you guys. I love and appreciate you all! xo. & The song mentioned is "You Got the Love" by Florance and the Machine. Which is kind of unfitting for this chapter, but hey, I love it.

Pure Intentions
Chapter Eight: You've Got the Love

After arriving at Richmond, West Virgina, the first thing Violet did was sleep. Her birthday was tomorrow (so was Monday Night RAW), and she had a feeling Chris would be getting her to do something that he thought was fun.

It had been approximately four days since she had gone on her first date with Evan, and they were still going strong. The thrill of dating again (since Matthew - she thinks of this and winces) had faded, but she wouldn't let her dulling senses get the better of her.

Evan was a great guy, and she was a thousand times lucky to have someone like him interested in her. He always treated her right - with respect, and didn't push for anything besides a kiss - and always made sure she was okay. One time, while roller-skating (on their third date) she had carelessly slid into the rink, and slipped, falling onto her back. He immediately came rushing forth, cradling her as if she were a baby. The young woman assured him she was fine, and the two began to skate properly.

When Violet thought about it, she laughed. He had acted as if she were glass, and she appreciated it, she really did, but it was frustrating as well as cute. If he always handled her delicately, what would happen if they ended up in bed together?

Instantly, the girl felt a blush creep up her cheeks as she pondered this idea. It was too soon to tell anything about their relationship, and the future of it.

At once, Chris shakes his sister violently, waking her from a decent slumber. "VI!" He shouted, obviously excited, but it was her birthday, not his, so why would he be?

The blonde mumbled incoherent words, exhausted beyond belief. But she finds the will to get up, so she does. Chris is sitting on the edge of her bed, and her eyes flutter fully open. 27, she thought, a year closer to thirty.

This almost strikes her down, but she brushed away the negativity, wanting to enjoy the day instead of loathing it. "Mornin' bro," She greets groggily, trying her best not to yawn between words. Goodness, what time did she even go to bed last night?

"Happy Birthday, Violet!" He yelled, for no apparent reason besides this unusual enthusiasm. Rubbing her ear drums, the girl got out of bed and walked to her suitcase. She pulled out an outfit of darkwash jeans and a simple white tank top, making sure her brother looked away before slipping into the material.

"Okay, so whats going on?"

The eldest Irvine pretended not to know what she was going on about. "What do you mean?" He asked, with his blue eyes sparkling with innocence. This caused Violet to giggle.

"I know your up to something, your not always this enthused about my b-day. What is it?"

Chris "Jericho" rolled his eyes jokingly; knowing that he had been caught. "Oh, nothing... just the fact that I got us some airtime tonight to pronounce your birthday to the whole entire world!" He stood up once again, and paused to fill his lungs.

The announcement had been said in one breath, and boy, he almost choked on the words.

Violet's mouth fell open at once, the green of her irises deepening. "What?" She exclaimed in shock, getting up from the bed, not believing what the man had just told her. If it was true, would she want this? To be involved (even momentarily) in a world-wide television broadcast, and revealing to the millions watching (and the thousands in the crowd) that she was Chris' sister, and certainly shattering the 'not-caring-about-anybody-but-myself' attitude he always played up, each and every night.

But, at the same time, she was touched. He would do something like this for her? Even if she couldn't do anything like this for him in return? Her eyes began to swell, and afraid for him to see her unshed tears (a fact he would most definitely be teasing her about) She turned away from him, covering her face with her palms.

His face fell, and he noticed this instantly. "Vi..? Whats wrong?"

He walked towards the weeping woman, and wrapped his arms around her slim waist, craning his neck to see if she was crying. She was. "Violet, did I do something wrong?"

She twisted her body around to face him. His arms remained encircled. She removed her hands to expose her pink cheeks and puffy eyes. "Of course not," she whispered, "You've made me feel so... special."

It took a moment for him to register this. "...Then why are you crying?"

The younger sibling hesitated before telling him her reason, as she did so, she wiped away the unecessary tears that rolled down her face. "Because I feel I'm failing as a sister... you do so many wonderful things for me, and I can't even return the favor. Sometimes I feel as if I shouldn't be here, I should be back in Canada... and even there I had no life."

Once she finished speaking, her brother looked down at her with a very, very numbed expression, that told her at once 'you can't be serious.'

"You are not failing me as a sister Violet, and what I do for you, I don't expect anything in return. I just do it for the sake of making you happy," He affirmed, keeping his grasp on her tight, "You can go back to Canada, but all I want from you is to be here... with me. Thats all I'll ever want from you."

Violet returned his soulful gaze with some uncertainty still lingering in the air above the two.

"Well... that and a little nephew or niece," He mused, bringing a grin to his younger sister's face. "In a few years of course," He added, throwing in a few laughs.

The blonde woman buried her face into his neck, letting her worries and slight paranoia wash away.

Monday Night RAW / Richmond, West Virginia

She stood with her back against him, with his body pressed into the wall. He held her supportively (his arms wrapped around her shoulder blades), occasionally leaving light, butterfly kisses upon her neck. Everytime he did so, she felt a shiver run through her spine. It was a tender feeling, one that she had only felt so many weeks ago. When she almost had a moment with the man who shouldn't be named. She thought of this statement and burst into giggles.

She felt Evan smile from behind her. "Happy birthday, Vi." He said, again.

Violet smiled in genuine appreciation, after recollecting the day's events. Everyone she knew from back home had called her just to wish the very thing her boyfriend (of a week and a day) had mentioned.

She didn't feel necessarily older, but somewhat wiser. It could easily have been from the talk she had with Chris earlier, though.

Evan's scheduled match was up next, after her brother's, whom she was observing from the monitor. She watched as he landed a Lionsault on one of WWE's rather larger men, Vladimir Kozlov. It sends him careening back, but being as huge as he was, the Moscow Mauler did not fall. The match isn't as effortless as it was with Cena, but somehow its more managable, more tactical. It gives Chris a chance to use his talented mind, and everyone who's watching knows that he's doing so. He always does.

During a brief pause, Violet finds the bravery to wiggle around against Evan, and to forcefully drive her lips to his. It takes a while for him to respond, but when he does he's attempting (for her sake) to be as rough (not too much) as she needs him to be. But their considerably heated kiss is interrupted when - no surprise - Shawn walks into the room. He halted, and promptly turned his eyes to the screen. The couple reluctantly pulled away, with Violet unexplainably feeling some gravitational pull towards the other man.

"Um, hey Shawn." Evan Bourne greets politely, releasing the girl from his hold. HBK awkwardly glanced around. "Evening, Evan," He returns, also nodding curtly. The three are submerged in silence for a minute before the high flyer announced that he should be heading to the locker room to prepare. "Bye, Vi," He bade. He leaned in for a peck, and she granted him that pleasure before he left the room.

The Heartbreak Kid sighed and began to stare at the girl quizzically."Are you happy with him?" He asked as if he had been yearning to voice the question since he had seen them together last week.

Her heart beats profoundly, and she isn't sure why. For a second, a quiet voice inside her head instructs her to say no, but she doesn't. Instead, she lifts her chin (in a manner that tells him that she's not so sure- it isn't a fact, but he senses it) and replies simply. "Yes."

At that moment, a sweating, heaving Chris stumbles in from another acounted victory. "Violet!" He cries, drunkenly happy, "I won!"

She takes her irises off of the Showstopper and wheels around to high five The Ayatollah of Rock 'n Rollah, since she wasn't in the mood for his unpleasant smelling odour rubbing off on her. "Its time!" He shouts, and the man behind the two furrows his (blonde) eyebrows in confusion. "Um, for what?" She asks, but is answered when two cameramen enter the fray.

"Chris..."

"Just relax, and act as if they're not there," He directs, then doing so. She inhales deeply and tries to avoid meeting the camera's lense.

In a few seconds, they went on air, the audience fell silent. Violet felt as if she were going to faint. She had never been good with unwanted attention.

-x-

Afterwards, Evan was riding high, even though he had lost (yet another) match to the Miz. It wasn't a big deal, and he knew he would notch a win sooner or later.

"You were great, babe," He complimented, a nod to her (sudden) appearance on RAW, and she blushes. "Thank you."

It had turned out great, actually. She pretended as if she were unaware of the cameras, and looked onwards at Chris - who was by now, a professional. But, it was pretty plain; he had wished her a happy birthday, she had congratulated him, and for a moment, she could hear the crowd cheering. That was a first.

Chris at the moment was gone from her sight. He had mentioned something about going to see a friend, but that 'brief' visit had turned into a half an hour disappearance.

Violet shrugged warily, knowing that he was just getting caught up with that friend. But it was quite unusual, seeing as he's been leaving the hotel for more than three hour periods of time and then coming back later. Intoxicated, sometimes.

It was wrong to think such suspicious things about her brother, but how could she not? He was acting so strange. Not that Chris was normal to begin with. Violet sniggered, and declined when her boyfriend offered to get her a drink of water. He accepted this, and exited the room. Telling her he'd be right back.

The younger Irvine found herself alone, in a enclosed space with her cellphone dead. She hadn't recieved many texts, anyways. She took it upon herself to sing a casual tune, until Evan returned, anyways.

"Sooner or later in life, the things you love you lose, but you've got the love to see me through." She closed her eyes, the passion (of her love of music) taking over. "You've got the love, you've got the love."

A noise was heard from infront of her, and it was confirmed as a clap. She re-opened her eyes and saw none other than Shawn Michaels leaning against the doorframe. Seeming to be watching her interest. Her breathing slowed, and her attitude turned from musical to angry. Again he had walked in on her whether she was singing, or sharing a moment/kiss with Evan.

"Like I said, you should make a career of that."

Violet ignored his comment, and peeled her attention away from him. When it was clear he wasn't getting a reply from her he shifted his weight from one foot to the other.

"I'm sorry, Violet... You know, for what happened."

The girl narrowed her eyes and scoffed. "Are you sorry because it didn't happen? Or because it almost did?" The 'almost' kiss. Just from the memory, his face flushed. In embarrassement, and in complication. "Violet..."

"No!" She interjected, growing more furious by the second. She walked right up to the man, boldly. "I don't get why you expect for me to talk to you, when all you've done the previous two weeks was avoid me-!"

The young woman was interrupted from what was about to become a lecture by his lips crashing against hers. By his abrupt action, she was beyond surprised, and didn't respond until a moment later, but when she did, their kiss caught ablaze. His hands subconsciously landed on the small of her back as the girl placed hers around his neck.

And as satisfying as it was, and no matter how much the Canadian wished it wouldn't end, the two pulled apart, struggling for some much needed air. It was quiet and all that was audible was the sounds of the roaring crowd. Both Shawn and Violet stared wonderously at one another, amazed at what had just transpired.

"I'm back."

The Heartbreak Kid jumped. The younger man's voice almost scaring him out of his skin. They were lucky, if they had stayed together for a few seconds longer... He shuddered, he really didn't want to think of the consequences right now. And giving Violet another apologetic look, he immediately shuffled out of the room.

"Whats the problem with him?" The high flyer asked, and to Violet's relief, proving that he had no idea what had just happened. It was mutual, because neither did she.

Ahaha. ;)