Brandy sat behind Mark on the couch in his locker room, massaging his shoulders as he mentally prepared for his match coming up next. "Be careful out there," she commented.

"You know I will be," he replied, staring off in the space ahead of him.

"Who's winning tonight?"

"Me."

"Really? That's great! I always love seeing you come out victorious," Brandy replied, wrapping her arms around his neck and resting her head against his back. Mark smiled at this, and leaded his head back on hers.

"What'll be even better, though, is getting you back to the hotel tonight," he murmured, making her face grow red.

"And why are you so excited about that?" she asked teasingly.

"I think we both know why, baby," he replied with a wicked grin as he pulled her around him to where she was sitting on his lap.

"I don't know, Mark. I haven't been feeling the best here lately."

Mark frowned. "What's wrong?"

"Well, I've been real nauseous, and I just feel drained. It comes and goes."

"Why didn't you tell me?" he asked, pulling her into his arms and resting her head against his chest.

"I didn't think it was that big of a deal."

"Have you talked to a doctor yet?"

"No, I'm just going to wade it out. It should be over soon."

"Brandy, it could be serious."

"Mark, don't worry, alright? If it doesn't let up, then yeah, I'll go get it checked out, but it shouldn't last much longer."

He kissed the top of her head, when the two of them heard someone outside the door yell, "Taker, you got five minutes!"

"I better get going," Mark said, helping her stand up before standing up as well.

"Good luck," Brandy replied, leaning up and giving him a kiss. Mark grinned at her and gave her another kiss before heading out the door.

"Mark, wait up!" Mark heard someone call out as he headed toward the entrance ramp. He turned around, and found Stephanie running toward him.

"Hey Steph," he greeted her once she reached him, and continued to walk.

"You got a sec?"

"Yeah, but you might wanna make it quick. My match is up next."

"Don't get mad at me, but this is something I feel you deserve to know. I wasn't going to say anything at first, but I'm starting to feel guilty about it."

"Steph, what are you talking about?"

"Well, for a while now, I've been seeing Greg and Brandy hanging around each other a lot."

"I know. They're friends."

"No, I mean they've been acting more than friendly with each other. It's been going on since he got here."

"Steph, no offence, but are you sure you aren't just blowing this out of proportion?"

"No, I'm not Mark, I swear. I've seen them holding hands, and kissing, and doing things that should be between you and Brandy, not her and Greg." Mark could feel a spark of anger. Surely, Brandy wasn't cheating on him…was she? He felt a hand on his arm, and looked down at Stephanie. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset you-"

"No, no, you have no reason to be sorry. I'm glad you told me, okay?"

Stephanie nodded. "Mark, just promise me something."

"What's that?"

"Don't make any final judgments until you know for sure what is going on."

Mark gave her a small smile. "I promise," he replied, and hugged her. "Thanks for being a good friend," he added once he pulled away.

She smiled at him. "No problem, big guy," she replied. Just then, Paul walked up to them, and it was time for their match.

"Mark, we need to get you to the trainer," Stephanie protested as she helped him down the hall. During his match, Mark had received a nasty blow to the head, and they were worried that he might have a concussion.

"After I find Brandy," he replied.

She sighed. "Alright, fine," she replied, and continued down the hallway.

Mark looked around intently, needing to clear the air with Brandy. Ever since Stephanie had told him about what she saw, it had been eating away at him. He wanted answers, and he wanted it now. Up ahead, he could hear laughter, and knew it was Brandy. He walked a little bit faster, despite Stephanie's protests. Once they turned the corner, he found Brandy with Gregory, and saw she was hugging him as she kissed his cheek. As soon as Brandy saw him, she pulled away and asked, "Oh my God, Mark, are you okay? What happened to your head?"

"Just friends, huh?" he growled.

"Mark, it wasn't what it looked like-"

"Oh really? Cause I think it was exactly what it looked like!" Mark roared.

"Mark, don't overdo it. Not with your head the way it is," Stephanie said in a quiet voice.

"You're being irrational. Greg is just a friend," Brandy said.

"Don't lie to me. I know what I just saw."

"Damnit, Mark, listen to me!"

"No! I'm not going to sit here and listen to you lies, especially when you have obviously been lying to me for some time now. We're done, Brandy, and you two can go straight to hell."

"Mark, please-" Brandy began to plead, when Mark stopped her.

"I am not in the mood for hearing it. Steph, please help me to the trainer," Mark said in a cold tone, and the two of them walked the other way.

"Brandy, I am so sorry," Gregory apologized, placing a hand on her shoulder.

She simply shook her head. "It's fine, really. He just needs some time to cool down. I know Mark. Once he comes to his senses, he'll see this was all just a big misunderstanding," Brandy replied, trying to sound positive, but couldn't shake the dread that had settled on her heart.

"Hey big guy. How are you holding up?" Stephanie asked in a soft tone as she walked into the room Mark was in. He did in fact have a slight concussion, and was now at the hospital for further examination.

"Alright, I guess," he mumbled. "I just can't stop thinking about Brandy, and how she did this to me. I can't believe her."

"Maybe it just wasn't meant to be," Stephanie stated simply.

"Maybe so, but it is just so hard to believe. After I falsely accused her once, I wanted so hard to think that she was the one, but I guess it was Greg who always had her heart."

"I know this has to be tough for you, but you need to try and stay positive. I mean, we both know that special one is out there somewhere, just waiting for you to sweep her off her feet," Stephanie said as she sat on the edge of Mark's bed, trying to lift his spirits.

Mark looked over at her and gave a weak smile. "You are by far the sweetest person I know. Did you know that?" She shook her head, a slight blush coming to her cheeks. "Well you are. Thanks for being my friend. I wish there was some way I could make it up to you, because I know I'm not always the most pleasant person to be around."

"Oh, don't think that, Mark. I enjoy being around you. I can honestly say that you are my best friend, and that I cherish our relationship," she replied, and smiled when he gave her that gorgeous grin.

"You know, I find it hard to believe that you haven't found someone yet."

"Maybe I'm waiting for someone," Stephanie replied. The tone in her voice made Mark look up at her, and the look in her eyes clearly showed she was referring to him.

"Steph-" he started to say, when she stopped him. Leaning down, Stephanie gave him a soft kiss. When she pulled away, there was a look of surprise on his face.

"Mark, I really like you, and I care about you. I don't just feel lust for you, I want to take care of you. I want to love you, and get to say that you're mine."

Mark was speechless. "I…I really don't know what to say Steph."

"Say you'll give us a chance."

"But Brandy-"

"Forget about her! She clearly doesn't care about you, Mark, but I do. If you would give me a chance, I can show you that."

When Mark didn't reply, Stephanie could see this was going nowhere, and turned to her last resort by bringing tears to her eyes. Turning her head in shame, she went to stand up, when he stopped her. She looked back at him, and he pulled her down, giving her a kiss. "Such a sweet thing," he whispered once he pulled away. This made her smile. He had fell into her trap, just like she hoped he would.

"Is that a yes?"

"I would say so," Mark replied with a grin on his face, and gave her another kiss.

Brandy let out a weary sigh as she walked into the hotel. Right now, all she wanted was a hot bath to help clear her mind. "Miss! Miss!" she heard a man call out. Brandy looked up, and saw it was the man at the desk, and he was motioning her to him.

"Yes?" she said.

"You were here with gentleman by the name of Mark Calaway, correct?"

"Yes sir."

"Mr. Calaway requested I inform you that he already checked out."

Brandy was brought back by this. "Well I'm still in there, right?"

"Since you two were registered in it together, I'm afraid not, so I'm going to have to ask you to hand in your key."

"Look, I'll pay for the night. I need that room."

"I'm sorry, ma'am, we had to rent it out to someone else."

"Are there any other available rooms?"

"No ma'am, there isn't."

"This can't be happening," Brandy thought to herself. "Well where is my stuff?"

"Right back here," the man replied, and began to set it all on the counter. "Now can I please get the key back?"

"Oh, of course. I'm sorry," Brandy replied, and handed the key back to him. "Look, if I give you my number, could you please call me if any room ends up being available?"

"I highly doubt that will happen, ma'am, but I will do so if it happens."

"Thank you so much," Brandy replied, and wrote her cell phone number on a piece of paper. As she handed it to him, she added, "Would it be okay if stuck around here for a couple of minutes? Just until I figure out what I'm going to do?"

"Sure. There's a cafeteria down that hallway if you need something to eat or drink, and in that door over there is a lounge."

"Okay, thank you," Brandy replied, and headed into the cafeteria. She looked around, hoping to see a familiar face, and was relieved when she saw Glenn and Kevin.

Glenn was the first one out of the two who saw her. "Hey Brandy! Over here!" he called out, waving her over.

Brandy rushed over to them, and said, "Oh thank God I found you guys. This has been the worst day ever."

"What happened?" Kevin asked.

Shaking her head, she sighed as she sat down and replied, "Mark pretty much hates my guts right now."

"Why?"

"Because he saw me giving Greg a kiss on the cheek, and automatically assumed we were seeing each other. So once again, our relationship is over."

Glenn groaned. "He isn't being a dick AGAIN, is he?"

"Yeah, he is."

"I can't believe him! You would think that after the first time he did this and ended up being wrong, he would have learned not to jump to conclusions."

"Apparently not," Brandy muttered. "You know, I understand why he would be upset after seeing that, considering he still doesn't know Greg all that well, but I wish he would have let me explain things. I hate how stubborn he can be. It drives me crazy!"

"We all know Mark is like that, hon," Kevin replied, making her at least grin. "If you don't mind me asking, why were you kissing Greg?"

"He had just told me some good news, and I was excited about it. I didn't mean to do it, to be honest, that was just how I reacted." She paused for a moment, and then added in a quiet voice, "Mark should know by now that I don't want to be with anyone else but him. Why he does this, I'll never know."

"Just give him some time to cool off. I'm sure once he does he'll come back around," Glenn replied.

Brandy nodded. "I hope so."

"So where are you staying at tonight?" Kevin asked.

"At the moment, I have nowhere. Apparently, Mark checked out of our room, and the hotel already rented it out to someone else. Looks like I'll have to go somewhere else."

"No, just stay with us," Glenn offered.

"I couldn't do that-"

"I'm sure I speak for the both of us when I say that I would rather see you in our room than in one by yourself."

"Yeah, I completely agree with Glenn," Kevin added.

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, we were done here anyway. Come on, you can head on up with us," Glenn replied, and the three of them headed out of the cafeteria, and up to the floor their room was on. "You can have the bed over there, and I'll take the couch," Glenn said once they were in there.

"No, let me take the couch."

"You need the bed more-"

"Glenn, don't even start that. I know how bad your back can get at times. Just take the bed, okay? I have no problem with sleeping on the couch."

Glenn sighed. "Okay, okay. Have it your way," he replied, and sat her bag by the couch. "I'm gonna start getting ready for bed. I'm beat," he added, and grabbed a change of clothes before disappearing into the bathroom.

Brandy dug in her pocket for some change, and informed Kevin, "I'm gonna go get me something to drink. You want anything?"

"No, I'm fine. Here, take my card so you can get back in," Kevin replied, and handed her his room card.

"Thanks. I'll be right back," she said, and headed out the door. After searching for a moment, she finally found a soda machine. She got herself what she wanted, and just as she was about to head back to the room, she heard people at the other end of the hallway. The deep voice that was talking is what got her attention. Keeping herself hidden, she peeked around the corner, and her eyes went wide when she saw it was Mark, with his arm wrapped around Stephanie.

"Thanks for dinner, Mark. It was incredible," Stephanie said, resting her hand on his chest.

"No problem, Steph," he replied, bracing a hand on the wall next to her head.

"How's your head?" she asked, touching his temple.

"Better when you're around," he replied, grinning at her.

"Mark, what are you doing?" Brandy whispered.

"Is there any way I can repay for tonight?" Stephanie asked. Brandy's eyes went wide at this.

"I can think of a think or two," Mark replied in a low voice. Stephanie grinned up at him, and pulled him down for a kiss. Brandy's mouth fell open, and she covered it with her hand as she watched them kiss each other. When they finally pulled away, Mark whispered something in Stephanie's ear, making Stephanie giggle. Opening his door, Mark took Stephanie's hand in his, and led her inside. Unable to take seeing Mark with another woman, tears came to Brandy's eyes as she walked back to her own room.

When she walked in the door, Kevin looked up from the book he was reading, and asked, "Hey, you alright?" Unable to answer him, Brandy collapsed onto the couch and buried her face in her hands as she began to sob. Seeing that something had clearly upset her, Kevin walked over to her and took her in his arms, softly saying words of comfort until she was able to regain control of herself. Gently lifting her chin, to where she was looking up at him, he asked, "You wanna tell me what upset you?"

"I…I saw M-Mark and Stephanie together…and they…they…" she started to say, but couldn't get out the last part.

Kevin's eyes went wide. "He's with HER?"

"Apparently so, because I just saw them kissing in the hallway, and go in the same hotel room," Brandy replied in a quivering voice.

Shaking his head, Kevin pulled her back into his arms. By the way she clung to him, it was obvious she was hurting pretty bad. "Don't let him get to you, hon. If he can't stay faithful to you, then it's obvious that he isn't the one."

"That's just it, Kevin. He IS the one. There isn't another guy out there that I want to be with, which makes this all hurt even worse. I lost him once…I can't lose him again," she replied. Suddenly getting angry, she added, "I can't believe him! All this time he told me Steph was nothing more than a friend, and now he's screwing her! I never once cheated on him, never. So why is he doing this to me? Why?"

"He probably thinks you are cheating with Greg after what he saw."

"But WHY? All I did was give him a peck on the cheek, which is what I have done with you and Glenn as well. That's just how I am with people I'm close with, but it doesn't mean I'm sleeping with them. Why does he all of a sudden assume I like Greg that way? I thought I had made it very clear I never have, and never will see him in that way."

"I don't know what to tell you, Brandy, I really don't. The only thing I can think of is trying to talk to him."

Brandy scoffed. "Yeah, like he'll listen to me."

"It doesn't hurt to try."

"Yeah, maybe," she replied, and suddenly felt exhausted. "I'm gonna call it a night. Thanks for the talk Kevin," she added, and gave him a hug.

"No problem," he replied as he returned the embrace, and stood up, walking over to his bed. "Night Brandy," he added once he was in bed.

"Night," Brandy replied as she grabbed her cover, and pulled it over her before lying back. Within minutes, Brandy fell asleep with thoughts of Mark on her mind.