A/N: I hope you liked the last chapter. I wanted to separate it up a little. I know that Noah's rise to success within the business has been hindered a few times so far, but this way, it goes in the direction I think it should and she'll still achieve extreme success. Hopefully this will tie in with the storyline which is running on RAW at the moment. Enjoy XxX

Disclaimer: I own Noah. Unfortunately I don't own anything to do with the WWE and I do not maintain to have any knowledge of the wrestler's personal lives and anything used in the story is for that main purpose. Thanks!

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

BANG! BANG! BANG!

I jolted away as the thumping on the door continued. I rolled over and groaned into the pillow, pounding my fist into the side of it before I rolled over to check the time. I squinted at the red numbers, wincing as they read: 5:45.

I'd had a late night with Sam the night before, arguing over Noah and what had happened. I'd managed to eventually calm her down and promised that Noah wouldn't hurt her. I'd told her to just stay away from her. Not to come around the arena unless it was to watch from the audience. She's reluctantly agreed after spewing crap for 20 minutes about how Noah was....well you probably get the gist.

I threw the covers back, sucking in a breath as Sam moaned slightly and rolled over, snuggling into her pillow again. I tiptoed towards the door, grabbing a t-shirt and throwing it over my head on the way there. I pulled the hem down, grasping the handle and opening it, wincing as the light from the hall streamed into my eyes. I opened them and my jaw almost hit the floor.

"Noah?"

"Morning, Sugar" she smiled as she turned around, her hand thrusting a cup of coffee in my direction.


NOAH'S POV

1 HOUR EARLIER

I tucked a few strands of Ted's hair behind his ear, blowing cold air around his neck. He snorted a little and I almost drew blood from my lip as I tried to stifle my laugh. I tried again, my fingers tickling just under his ear slightly.

"Teddy...." I crooned in his ear softly. He groaned into his pillow, giving an unintelligible mumble of words and pulled the covers up over his shoulder. I shook my head and leaned down over him, pressing myself against his back "Baby...wake up!".

He cracked open one eye, as I pressed a kiss to the side of his neck, gently nipping with my teeth.

"You better have a bloody good reason for waking me up at...." he looked up at the clock and I darted to the other side of the bed "4:30 in the fucking morning!!!!!". I jumped off the bed and ducked for cover as he threw the covers off and stalked towards me. I was trying to stifle a laugh and I tried to run for the door but he grasped me around the waist, pulling my back up against his front "Na-uh, you don't get away that easily". He used his cheek to move my hair out of the way and nuzzled my neck, pressing soft kisses there before lifting me off my feet and lifting me up over his shoulder, dropping me backwards onto the bed before crawling on top of me "What the hell were you thinkin'?"

"Ummmm....I was going to go and get some training done. Vince has had a new program worked up for me. Randy has to help me train..." I trailed off, as Ted's smirk became a deep frown.

"And does he know about this? Babe, you know how upset he is about what you did to Samantha..."

"I know, but nothing has ever kept Randy that angry at me. He knows I would never have hurt her....much" I laughed, pushed away Ted's prying hands as they tried to slide my little tank top up. His fingers danced inside the hem, teasing my cool skin.

"I'm serious Noah, he's real angry. It might take him a while to even come near you. Just be ready for him".

"I am. Vince had told me to tell him, he'll fine him for every training session he misses and the fines will get higher the more he refuses. Not that I think Vince will actually fine him, its just a way to get him to agree. So lets hope he says yes".

"Yeah, let's do that" Ted muttered and dropped his head to nuzzle against my collar-bone. He dropped butterfly kisses there and drew his tongue along my collarbone as a small mewl fell from my lips. I groaned and slid my fingers through his hair, pulling him up to meet me and pressing my lips to his firmly. He kissed me back enthusiastically, as I ran my tongue along his lips before opening my mouth to him.

After 15 minutes of kissing, I pushed him off, telling him I was going to hop in the shower and then go and meet Randy once I was dressed. Although, I did neglect to tell him, I was going to wake Randy up.


PRESENT MOMENT

I held the cup of coffee towards him with a smile, making sure I kept it tightly on my face, not letting anything show. I raked my eyes over him, seeing how he was dressed in a pair of black boxers and a grey Aeropostle t-shirt which clung to his muscles deliciously. His were still sleepy looking and his face wore a two-day old stubble. I frowned inside and prayed to god he wasn't too angry with me.

He took the coffee, his fingers sliding against mine and I inhaled deeply at the contact.

"What the hell are you doing here Noah? I told...."

"I know what happened. And I'm...sorry" I managed to squeeze out. I was sorry. Sorry that I had to resort to that. I didn't want Sam around. When she first arrived, I hoped that we would get on. It was hard travelling with guys all the time, I needed a girl around and while Mickie was there, our on-screen rivalry meant we didn't see all that much of one another anyway. She travelled with the girls and I travelled with my boys.

"You're...sorry?" he asked, one arm folded over his stomach, the other still holding the coffee. I nodded and took a sip of my drink, running my free hand through my hair, which was unstyled at the moment and rather messy.

"I...well...I really don't want to explain everything here, its just...the truth is....umm...well...look, can we do this somewhere else. Vince had worked a new program up for me to help me get into peak physical condition and you are going to help me" I smiled, tilting my head to the side a little.

He smirked "I'm going to help you?"

"Yeah, I'll be in the gym once you're ready love" I smiled and walked away, not awaiting his reaction, but just having the feeling inside that he would follow me once he shoved on some sweats and a fresh shirt.


15 MINUTES LATER

I was laying on the mat in the gym, staring up at the ceiling with my arms and legs spread out wide when a face overshadowed me. He stood over me, his arms folded across his chest, his tattoos being shown off from beneath his shirt.

"You won't get much done, lying down there being lazy".

"I'm not being lazy. I'm getting in the zone". He nodded with a smirk on his face before walking around me, leaning down and grasping me around the waist. He picked me up easily and carried me sideways under his arm as I laughed and kicked at him, telling him to put me down. I felt his muscles shift and his body shake as he laughed back at me.

He dropped me down onto a bench gently and then sat beside me and held his hand out.

"What?" I asked with an eyebrow raised.

"Let me see the program, dumbass".

"Fuck up, peabrain" I replied but reached into my pocket and grasped the two sheets of paper and thrust them into his hand.

"Thanks" he replied gruffly, looking over the sheets of paper and absentmindedly commenting "And you couldn't have thought of anything better than peabrain?" looking at me with a smirk. I stuck my tongue out at him and turned away, waiting on his reaction to the training schedule.

"Okay, let's get started then. We'll start with warm-up and then get you doing the bagwork before moving onto the weights and then we'll add in some floorwork on the mats. Sound alright?"

"Yeah, I'll do whatever you tell me to". As I said this he turned to look at me, his eyes dark and half-lidded and I knew instantly, I'd used the wrong words "Let's just get started, I don't want to argue with you" I stood up and began to walk away as he grasped my hand.

"Who said I was going to argue with you?" he pulled me around and took my other hand in his own. I laughed, anything to stop myself from crying.

"I know you better than you know yourself O" I pulled a hand away and stroked it over his short hair "Let's just get this done and then you can go back to Sam and I have to get back to Ted".

"Sure" he let go of my hand and stood up. I took my zipper off and then got some stretches done, Randy doing them as well before he headed to the treadmills and jogged for 20 minutes on a high speed, slowing it down gradually and keeping it there for 5 minutes before setting it back to high for another 10 minutes.

I had worked up quite a sweat by the time, I came off of the treadmill, and I stripped my t-shirt off to wear a sport bra and sweats. Randy stripped his shirt off as well and we dropped them at the side of the mats.

We headed over to the punchbag and I laced the gloves up on my hands. Randy stood behind the bag, getting a good grip of it. He smiled at me and I winked.

"Don't worry, I'll go easy on you" I laughed at him. He just nodded at me with a smile. He held the bag as I started off with a small series of punches, working up to harder and faster punches. He pushed back against the bag and held his stance on the mat.

We took a 5 minute break to get some water and I sat on the bench opposite him.

"So, how did you and Sam meet?" I asked curious as to what happened. He looked up at me as he took a drink of water and raised his eyebrows. Swallowing the water he twitched his lips.

"You really want to know?" he asked and I nodded "We met through my parents. They know her parents and thought perhaps it would be a good match".

"And it looks like it is. You make each other happy, I can tell that. So when are you planning on making her Mrs Orton?" I quipped with a smirk. He almost spluttered his water all over the floor, coughing and choking as he tried to swallow it. I moved over to sit beside him and patted his back roughly. I put my cup down and put my hands on his face, and turned him to face me "Are you okay? Randy? Randy? Talk to me?"

My eyes met his and I saw something change there. I couldn't place it, but the way he was looking at me was giving me chills. But they were good chills. I felt every hair on my body stand on end as my skin came up in goosebumps.

I shivered and dropped one of my hands. He in turn placed his own on my face, licking his lips as he moved closer to me. I could feel his breath, flitting over the skin of my cheek as his head tilted to the side. His nose rubbed against mine gently and I took in a small breath. I parted my lips and licked them, pressing myself closer to him as well.

The tips of his lips touched against my own, ever so slightly and as he went to move closer, to finally seal the kiss between us, the door opened and we both jumped back. I slid along the bench, knocking the cup of water to the floor and looked up to see John Cena, Drew McIntyre, John Morrison, Paul and Shawn come into the gym, all laughing about something. I stood up and turned to Randy, looking over my shoulder as all the laughing had stopped and the five of them were looking at us. I turned back to see Randy with his head bowed, his hands crushing the cup which was now empty between them.

"Ummm...you should see Vince about the scripts. There's been a change of plan" I spoke slowly to Randy before turning and fleeing the gym, not stopping to talk to any of the guys and ignoring Shawn and Paul altogether.


MEANWHILE IN THE GYM

"What the hell just happened?" Paul asked, sauntering up to me. I had stood up and was throwing my shirt over my head when he came over. I turned to him and shook my head and his face softened a little "Orton. Talk to me. Look, she's like a daughter to me. If something is wrong with her, you gotta tell me? What the hell is going on with you two?"

"We're just having a few problems" I shrugged "Friendship problems. You heard what happened with Sam?" and he nodded "Well, we're trying to work through it. Its not like Noah to just attack my girlfriend without a reason".

"Yeah, but its like a jealous ex-girlfriend Noah to attack your current girlfriend right?" he asked and then walked away.

I mulled the words over and over in my head, getting frustrated with myself.

"Just tell her man" I turned to see John Morrison standing there. I smiled at him and he nodded back.

"Tell her what?"

"Dude, are you serious. I could have cut the tension in the room with a fucking knife. You were like 10 feet away from each other, yet you could still tell what had happened. Just tell Noah, you like her".

"I don't like her and besides I have Sam to think about".

He shrugged "Don't say I didn't warn you. You're gonna lose her all over again man".

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?!?" I shouted, almost jumping over the bench towards him and attracting the attention of the other guys. He just shrugged again and twitched his lips at me before turning away and heading to the treadmill.

I stormed out of the gym on a rampage, fearful for anybody who got in my way.


NOAH'S POV

I was huddled in the bathroom in the lobby of the reception, near the gym. I sat on the toilet seat, my knees pulled up to my chest. Why the fuck did I ever let him go in the first place? How the hell did I get myself into this mess? What am I going to do? I love him so much!

END OF CHAPTER

A/N2: Hope you enjoyed it. More to be revealed. XxX