(This is sort of a series of flashbacks explaining how my original person (Phoenix Carter) met Dean Ambrose/Jonathon Good for the first time and their odd 'friendship' as kids, how it changes through the years and stuff. I've seen a few of these kinds of stories around, I got inspired earlier, thought I'd give my own version a try. I'd been trying not to submit anything for the guy, because there's already so many way better ones here on the site, but the idea wouldn't leave me alone.

Reviews are loved people. If this little series gets enough reviews, I might be talked into submitting a fic I've been sort of working on lately, which they're both older, and they meet again.:) Just saying.)

November 1992

(Dean – 7, Phoenix – 5)

She paced the alley, looking up at Jon's apartment, biting her thumbnail. She knew he'd gotten into big trouble earlier at school, and she knew that his mother came to check him out, and she knew that his mother hadn't been happy about it, either. The day after that had passed by really, really slow and the second the final bell rang, she'd raced out of the brick walls of the elementary school, zipped down the sidewalk on her skateboard towards the apartments.

She heard the shouts and yelling, then winced as she heard the sharp sound of hand hitting flesh, heard a thud as something hit the floor. A few moments later, she saw his window slide open, saw him stepping out onto the fire escape, so she made her way up.

"Are ya okay?"

"No."

"Lemme see, Jon."

"No. Just go home, okay?"

"I'm not leavin ya. Let me see what happened." Olivia said again as she bent down, tore his hand away from his face and winced at the fresh bruises. Grabbing his hand, she practically dragged him down his fire escape then up the one leading to her room as she grumbled in anger, under her breath.

Jon stopped her and then asked, "Why do ya care? Remember earlier? Ya were real mad at me. What happened to that?"

Olivia studied him a moment then sighed as she said quietly, "Oh.. I still mad at ya. But there's nothin I can do to change what ya did at school earlier. Ya mommy makes me madder."

She filled a ziploc bag with ice after going to her kitchen to get it, then came back to her room and sat down on the older and bigger boys knees to hold it directly on the bruise. "If ya wonderin.. I not mad at ya anymore. I know ya liked her and it hurt ya when she read that letter to ya whole class, laughin about it. I just wish.." Olivia muttered as she bit her lip and kept quiet.

He was right. She was 5 and babyish. Besides, he was her best friend, her only friend, and she wasn't going to give that up, or risk losing that.

She needed him around and he needed her around whether he admitted this to himself or anyone else, ever, or not. When you're 5, things are a lot simpler, the complications of 'loving' someone maybe a little too much don't weigh as heavily as they would say if you were maybe 14 or so..

But when she got older, she had the sneaking suspicion she'd wind up watching him with other girls, prettier ones, from the background. But she shoved it out of her mind most of the time. Besides.. Nobody really knows they love someone and really love them, at that age, right?

"Ya wish what?" Jon asked as he looked at her intently. He wondered if she wished what he wished sometimes. But he, of course, kept quiet, because he'd seen her getting really close with a better boy then him at school, and being her best friend, being protective of her, naturally, he thought that anyone besides himself would be a better option.

"Nothin, 'kay?" Olivia said quietly as she put the zip loc bag full of ice against his black eye and said in a lower and angry growl, "I hate her. When she hits ya. I just.. I wanna hit her back too."

"I'm fine, Ollie." Jon said patiently as he managed a brave smirk then said "Takes a lot more than that to hurt me, 'member?"

"That what scare me."

He looked at her a minute, then said quietly, "Thanks, again.."

"For what?"

"For stickin around."

"Ya my friend, stupit.. Why wouldn't I?" Olivia asked, keeping her tone friendly, light, keeping a smile on her face as she said this.

"So.. What'd I miss when my ma came got me?"

"Just me punchin somebody." Olivia giggled as she looked at him, watched him laugh a little. "Who'd ya punch?"

"That stupit girl ya wrote the letter to.. Because she didn't have to do what she did. She coulda just said 'don't like ya' left it alone. didn't have to tell those boys so they'd beat ya up."

Jon laughed a little, Olivia slid off his lap and then said quietly, "Let just watch WWF, 'kay? I don't feels like talkin." as she flopped down onto her neon colored bean bag chair, turned on the tv. The less they talked about this weirdness lately, the more time they spent together.. The better off they'd both be.

Jon slid down onto the beanbag chair, propped on his elbows and started to watch the show. About halfway through the program, he happened to look over, see her asleep on the beanbag next to him. Quietly, he stood up, pulled her scooby doo blanket off her bed and put it over her before sliding out her bedroom window and going back home for the night.