Chapter 10:

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The three men just stared at her for several minutes. Shock and disbelief on their faces, as they seemed to be at a complete loss for words. She watched as Colby seemed to slowly try and wrap his head around her revelation, before turning slightly to give Jon a look that she didn't quite understand. Jon's eyes had begun darting around the room, as if trying to digest what he had just been told. Before she could try and decipher what she was seeing, she was pulled out of her thoughts by Joe's hesitant voice.

"H-how is that even possible?" Her gaze turned to meet his. She gave him a confused look, opening her mouth in an attempt to ask him to elaborate, but he cut her off. "You're like one of wrestling's biggest mysteries. No one knew what happened to you. You just disappeared one day. One minute you were there, the next you were gone. People speculated so much about what happened to you. They...".

"I've heard all the rumors," Allie cut in. "I've heard all the stories and speculation, ranging from a house in Ireland to a padded cell to death. I can assure you that none of those are true, even though the house in Ireland at one point or another sounded very appealing."

"Then what the hell happened?" Colby spoke up. "You don't even look the same. I never in a million years would've guessed that you and her are the same person."

Allie smirked slightly, "I guess its the blonde hair and average style opposed to the punk biker with black and purple hair, that makes for such a difficult comparison." She ran a hand through her hair, glancing at Jon, who had remained silent thus far. He still seemed to have a look of disbelief on his face, mixed with that searching look for understanding. "I guess as opposed to being one of wrestling's biggest mysteries, it's more like I'm one of the WWE's best kept secrets. A lot of things contributed to my sudden disappearance from wrestling. The biggest thing, however, was that in my last match at Elimination Chamber, I fractured my kneecap and tore tendons in my right knee."

"Holy shit," Joe said lowering and shaking his head in disbelief, before looking at her again. "If that's what happened, then why didn't they just tell everyone that? Why all the secrecy?"

"-because the injuries weren't an accident," Allie said abruptly and with a hint of hostility, before she could catch herself. Regaining her composure she sighed, "and the office was trying to cover it up. It's what was 'best for business'." When she finished, she saw Colby starting to ask her a question and she was pretty sure she knew what it would be. "Before you ask, it's not something I'm ready to talk about. That part of my past is not something that affects our present. Like I said, there were a lot of factors in my abrupt departure. All that matters is that I'm here now and I'm here for the three of you."

The three men continued to look at her as though they were trying to process what she just said. After several minutes, Joe and Colby seemed to come to terms with it and nodded in agreement. Jon on the other hand, still had a strange look on his face and after a moment, shook his head as he ran a hand through his hair, then turned suddenly and left the hotel room. Allie stared at the closed door in worry for a minute, before making a motion towards the door, but was stopped by Colby. She turned her attention towards him as he spoke, "Let him go, Al. He'll be fine. He just needs some time to process all this. He'll be back."

Allie looked back at the door as if debating whether or not to listen. Figuring Colby and Joe knew him best, though she wanted desperately to go after him, she just nodded as she ran a worried hand through her hair.

Later that night, Jon still hadn't returned and it was getting close to start time for the house show. Joe and Colby had headed to the arena a few hours ago, taking Jon's gear with them. Allie had opted to stay behind to give Jon some breathing room, much to Joe and Colby's chagrin. Allie had told them to text her when Jon arrived, so she knew he had at least arrived to the arena safely. The later it got, the more anxious she became, not having heard from either of them yet. Just as she was about to call Colby again, a text came through from Joe.

'He's here... Finally.'

Allie let out a relieved sigh, before sending a response.

'How is he?'

Joe didn't take long to respond.

'He's fine. He's fighting with Colby about getting a shower and eating before going out there. He's acting like a stubborn toddler, but he's fine.'

'Does that mean he's still pissed?'

Joe didn't respond as quickly as he had been. That made Allie sense that Jon's attitude hadn't eased up much.

'Honestly... It's hard to say. He isn't pissed, so to speak. Just... Disgruntled and stubborn. I think he was looking for you and seemed to get a little more disgruntled when he realized you weren't here. Don't worry about him, baby girl. He'll get over it. Colby finally got him to go take a shower, though.'

Allie puffed out a frustrated breath. Why was Jon such a hard man to read? Sighing she sent Joe a closing text, not wanting to distract him from his show preparations.

'Alright, I guess we can worry about it later. As long as he's there and ready for the show. I don't want to hold you up any longer. Have a good show. I'll see you guys when you get back.'

After receiving a text back from Joe, thanking her and telling her they'd see her in a little while, Allie set to doing things to keep herself busy until they returned. She buried herself in work for a while, then started surfing the web, catching up on all the latest dirt sheet gossip. She had to laugh at some of the articles. Wrestling fans were the greatest fans in the world, but there were times that they would come up with the craziest things.

A while later, she heard voices and shuffling outside the door, before it was suddenly thrown open and Joe and Colby charged into the room.

"Is he here?" Joe asked Allie with an angry tone. Allie just looked at him confused and figured he must be talking about Jon. She shook her head slowly, glancing back and forth between the two men, who both seemed even angry with her confirmation that Jon wasn't there. "I swear I'm gonna beat his ass when I find him."

"What's going on?" Allie spoke, as she stood up to walk towards them.

Colby let out an exasperated sigh, before speaking, "We waited for almost an hour after the show, trying to find out where he disappeared to. After our segment, he changed back into his street clothes and said he was gonna head to catering. When we got there he wasn't there. When we finally found someone who had seen him, they said he left right after our segment."

Allie was instantly worried, "Do you think he's ok? Should we go look for him?"

Joe threw his bag down by the couch, before plopping down to sit. "Won't do any good. He's probably out getting wasted. He'll be back eventually." Joe's answer did nothing to convince her though. She was worried and now stressed that something would happen to Jon. Grabbing her cigarettes off the counter in the small kitchenette, she started towards the door. "Where are you going?" Allie stopped and turned back to them, simply raising her hand that held the cigarettes, then turned back to the door and headed for the lobby.

Once outside she quickly lit up a cigarette and didn't take long to smoke it down, as frustrated and worried thoughts filled her head. Why did Jon have such a problem with who she was? She didn't expect the conversation to go perfectly, but she had definitely not expected silence from the most outspoken member of the trio. She had been prepared for yelling and arguing, but silence? She still didn't know what to think. She didn't know Jon well enough to know where his head was at, but judging from Joe and Colby's reactions, he wasn't making it easy for them to read him either.

Throwing her finished cigarette to the ground, she then started to pull the pack out of her pocket to retrieve another one, when a door across the street slammed open. She snapped her head up and watched as a man was thrown out of what appeared to be a bar, followed by three other men. The first man staggered in an attempt to keep his footing, obviously drunk, before turning towards the other three and yelling profanities. Upon closer inspection, Allie felt her anger flare, at the realization of who she was looking at.

She watched as one of the three men grabbed the first man by the jacket and raising his fist, before bringing his fist down and connecting with the man's jaw. Letting out an angry growl, Allie stormed across the street at a full charge and not stopping until she had tackled the offender to the ground. She was able to land a solid punch across his jaw, before being thrown backwards by two sets of hands. She turned around in time to watch the other two men lift the third to his feet. He sneered at her as he wiped at the stream of blood running down his chin from the corner of his mouth.

He spit blood on the ground before speaking, "How sweet. Coming to the rescue of one of your new boyfriends, slut?" Allie glared into the blue eyes barring down on her. "Tell him maybe he shouldn't pick fights he can't win."

"Fuck you, Cena," Allie snarled out, going to lunge at him again, but was shoved backwards by the hands of the other two men, Orton and Lesnar. She felt something rush by her and realized that it was the other man, Cena had punch. Reaching out, she grabbed him by the jacket and pulled him backwards into her. She felt him struggle trying to break away, but she didn't let go. "Cool it, Jon!"

"Yea, listen to your whore, Good," Cena fired at him. "This is a fight you want no part of. Just ask your little bitch what happens when you fuck with us." Allie simply glared at him, then began pulling Jon across the street. She heard the taunting calls of the other three men and chose to ignore them as she struggled to keep Jon from breaking out of her hold.

Once she had him across the street, she pushed him towards the hotel. Before they made it to the doors, Jon spun around and glared at her. "I don't know about you, but where I come from we don't tuck tail and leave a fight!" he slurred at her, the booze seeping off him.

"Yea," Allie snapped back, "well where I come from, we pick our battles. Especially when it 3 on 2 and one of the 2 is so fucking wasted he doesn't know his ass from a hole in the ground. It would've been more along the lines of 3 on 1, because you were all of useless."

Jon stepped up to her, getting in her face, "Believe me, princess. I can hold my own. I sure as fuck, don't need a washed up, gimp of a former female wrestler to fight my battles."

Allie swallowed down the sting of his words, before snarling back, "Oh yea! You were doing a great job laying flat on your back after one punch." Jon growled, but before he could respond, Allie spoke again. "Are you trying to fuck up your career before it even begins? Leaving a show early to go drinking, then getting into a drunken bar fight with three of the biggest names in this business? Are you completely out of your mind? I thought you were better than that." Allie to a deep breath, trying to calm herself. "Look, something you need to remember, Jon, is that your decisions right now affect more than just you. They affect Joe and Colby too. You have a great thing going, but it can all be quickly taken away for making a stupid decision like that. I can only protect you to a certain extent."

"I don't need your protection," Jon snapped, before storming passed her into the hotel. She followed after him, barely making it inside the elevator, before he closed it. They both remained silent and once they reached their floor, Jon stormed down the hall towards their room.

Pulling the key card out of his pocket, he fumbled it a couple times trying to unlock the door. On his fourth attempt, the green light lit up and her threw the door open and stormed inside, startling both Joe and Colby who were currently sitting on the couch watching a movie. Without uttering a word or sparing a glance in their direction, Jon stomped into his room and slammed the door.

Joe and Colby sat stunned, blinking at the closed door a few times, before turning to look at Allie for answers. She plopped down in a chair nearby, and ran both hands over her face. "Guess I'll be sleeping in my jeans tonight," she said, just before the door to Jon's room swung open and her bags came hurling out and landed on the floor by the kitchenette. "Oh my God! You are such a fucking toddler!"

Before the door could slam shut again, Jon came storming out, he was now shirtless. She watched as he stomped up to her, while yelling, "Oh, I'm a toddler?! At least I'm not some fucking diva that walks around like her shit don't stink!"

"Diva?!" Allie snapped back in disbelief. "You're calling me a diva?! I'm not the one stomping around throwing a tantrum like a fucking two year old. I'm not the one out getting drunk in bars and picking fights with three former World Champions, like your freaking immortal and no one can touch you! I'm not the one who chose to air dirty laundry out in front of the hotel! But I'm the diva?! Get the fuck over yourself, Good!"

"No, you're just the one with all the secrets! You've been lying to us from the start and we always seem to find out the truth in some fucked up way, other than you just growing a set and telling us yourself! Do you have any idea how embarrassing that is?! How many times are you going to make us look like asses in front of people?!" Jon answered, his anger growing with every word he spoke.

"I didn't intentionally make you look like asses!" She argued back. "My past is fucked up and it's not easy for me to talk about! There are things about me and my past that you don't need to know! I'm sorry it took those situations happening for you to find out what you have, but it was never my intention to hurt or embarrass anyone!"

"A lot of people have a fucked up past, Allie! You aren't the only one! I don't expect to know everything about you, but I can't work with someone I can't trust!" Jon stated bluntly, getting even closer to her, his voice finally lowering. "I've been screwed over too many times in my life, that trust is a big deal to me. It's part of being a team. This team will only work if we trust each other."

Allie looked at him for a moment taking in his words. It felt like cold water had been thrown on her, her temper quickly extinguished and replaced with guilt. He wasn't wrong. "You're right." She sighed, as she ran her hands through her hair and paced away from him for a moment, before turning back and looking between the three men in the room.

"You're right, Jon. I'm so sorry. I haven't been fair to the three of you at all. Trust is a big issue for me too and while I expected it from you, I haven't done a very good job of reciprocating it." She could kick herself for not realizing it sooner. How unfair she was being to them. "I promise, you can trust me and I'll do what I have to, to prove that to you. I'll be as honest as I can about my past, but there are things that aren't necessary for you to know. I need you to respect that and understand when I'm ready to tell you those things I will." Through his drunken stupor, Allie could see the anger slowly dying in him. He gave her a curt nod, before disappearing into his room again, closing the door less harshly this time.

She turned to Joe and Colby, both of them looking perplexed about what they had just witnessed. Before they could speak, Allie moved towards them, "Its been a long night and I think we could all use some sleep. Why don't you guys just head to bed and we can all talk in the morning."
The two men nodded, deciding not to push the issue and knowing she wouldn't let one of them take the couch instead of her. They stood and both went to their separate rooms, softly closing the doors.

Allie walked over to her bags, that still laid by the kitchenette and pick them up, moving them to the living room area. Digging out a change of clothes to sleep in, she quickly changed into a pair of black cotton shorts, a black tank and a pair of socks, then got comfortable on the couch. With the stress and frustration of the day, it didn't take long for her to fall asleep.

She was awoken the next morning, by a light clunk sound on the table next to her and the wonderful smell of coffee. Opening her eyes slowly, and blinking a few times to gain her focus, she was greeted by the sober face of Jon. He was perched on the coffee table, leaning forward with his arms rested on his thighs and his hands clasped together loosely. For a moment, they just looked at each other, as if trying to gauge the other's mood after last night.

Jon was the first to break eye contact, reaching beside him. Turning back towards her, he handed her a coffee mug and a soft, "Good morning." Allie sat up slowly, giving him a small, hesitant smile, taking the offered coffee.

"Good morning," she said just as softly as he had, before closing her eyes and taking a sip of the heavenly concoction. She sigh in bliss as the warm liquid slid down her throat. She brought her eyes back up to his, "Thank you."

Jon nodded as he scratched the back of his neck, hesitating, before speaking again. "Look, about last night... I'm sorry for the way I acted and for a lot of what I said."

"Don't apologize," Allie spoke up. "You were right."

"Maybe about the trust thing, but a lot of what I said to you was out of line and was the alcohol talking," Jon said, looking down and picking at some invisible lint on his gym shorts. "For that, I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry, too," she gave him another small smile. "Can you do me a favor though?" Jon returned his gaze to her's, raising an eyebrow in curiosity. "Can you just come talk to me the next time there's an issue, instead of the silent treatment, going on a drunken binge and picking fights with the biggest meat heads in the business?"

Jon smirked at her, before nodding, "Deal. As long as you promise me that next time we need to know something, you tell us straight out, instead of us finding out in some kind of second hand way."

Allie gave him a slightly bigger smile, before nodding, "Deal."

A few minutes later, they were joined by Joe and Colby, who came out of their rooms looking like they were ready to hit the dirt at the smallest sign of fire-fight from the other two. Seeing that they seemed to be, at least for the moment, in a cease fire. The four of them, sat down and discussed the days plans. The three men would be headed to the gym before to terribly long and Allie had agreed to meet up with them there.
After finishing up their coffee, the boys left for the gym and Allie headed into the bathroom to get ready.

As she was ready to walk out the door, her phone went off, alerting her to a new text. Glancing down at it, she saw it was from Stephanie. She opened the message as she pulled the door shut behind her and began walking down the corridor.

'Hey! Sorry for the short notice, but Dad, Hunter, and I need you down in the hotel restaurant for a meeting. We're here already. Come down when you're ready.'

Allie grimaced at the thought, knowing that if it involved Vince and Hunter, it had to do with business. Not to thrilled with the idea, she sent a quick response to Steph, letting her know she was on her way. She then made her way to the elevator, wanting to get this over with as soon as possible.

Allie came bounding into the gym, making a beeline for her boys. Jon was doing bench presses, Joe spotting him, with Colby standing next to him, waiting on his turn. Jon had just finished his set, putting the bar back. Before he could sit up, Allie pounced, straddling his legs and sitting on his thighs, startling all three men.

"So a funny thing happened on my way to the gym," she beamed, glancing between them. Colby and Joe smiled at her, while Jon still sat stunned that the blonde was currently sitting in his lap.

"Must have been some pretty good news," Joe chuckled, looking towards Jon, earning himself a glare from the blonde man. Before they both directed their attention back to the gorgeous blonde in his lap.

"Do you know who the best manager in the world is? We're talking miracle worker here boys," she teased, smiling brightly. "Go ahead, tell me."

"What's this have to do with Heyman?" Jon smirked devilishly at her, heckling her.

She looked down at him, resisting the urge to bite her lip at his gorgeous smirk. Instead, she poked him in the chest, giving him a look of disbelief, "I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that."

"Well in that case, allow me to repeat myself. Wha-" Jon was abruptly cut off by her hand slapping over his mouth.

"Do you want to hear this or not?" she asked him, pointedly. He smirked under her hand and nodded. She leaned down so that her face was only an inch or so away from his, "Then I suggest you shut... up." Sitting back up, she looked at the other two, who were fighting off laughter. "You two can shut up, too."

Colby shared a small chuckle with Joe, before speaking, "So what's going on, Al?"

"Ok," she said, returning her focus to the topic at hand, "I was on my way here when I got a text from Stephanie, to meet her, Hunter, and Vince in the hotel restaurant for an emergency meeting." All three were now listening to her intently. "I get there and ask what the deal was, and they tell me it's in regards to the boards request to have me join you guys on screen. I started to fight with them about it all over again, until a thought popped into my head." As her story progressed, her voice grew more and more excited, looking between the three men.

"I told them I would do it," shock and excitement, which kind of surprised her, appeared on their faces, "Under one condition, and this is the exciting part."

"More exciting than you formally joining the shield?" Colby asked, in disbelief.

"Oh yea," She answered, "My condition was that they had to do something for my boys. A specific something that involves the showcase of the immortals." Jon sat up suddenly, nearly making her topple off his lap, but he grabbed her hips steadying her, as she wrapped her arms around his neck. They made eye contact. Their faces only inches apart.

"You got us into Wrestlemania?" Jon whispered, voice slightly shaken in shock.

Their eyes remained locked on each other as she responded, "Not just got you in. You're main eventing, in a six man tag team match against Randy Orton, Sheamus, and Big Show. Bonus... You're slotted to win." She smiled brightly, watching Jon's eyes display every emotion he was feeling.

Before Jon could put a sentence together, she was tugged off his lap and spun around in a circle in the room. A yell of enthusiasm erupted from behind her, that she recognized as Colby, making her laugh and duplicate the yell. Her feet had barely touch the ground, before Joe scooped her up into a huge bear hug, jostling her around excitedly.

After Joe set her down, she turned around and was met with Jon's intense, gorgeous gaze. He stepped up to her and wrapped her tightly in his arms, their gaze still locked.

"Heyman can't hold a candle to you," Jon whispered, softly to her. She blushed lightly and smiled.

"I was hoping you'd say that," she whispered back, before she was pulled into a tight hug by Jon. One she gladly returned. "Are you happy?" She said so only Jon could hear.

"I can't even put into words how this makes me feel," Jon spoke into her ear gently. After they pulled back from the hug, they turned and continued the celebration with the other two.

As Allie watched their happiness, she couldn't help but think about her's and Jon's friendship and how up and down it seemed to be. One moment they would be like this, friendly and content with each other. Then the next, they would be bickering and tormenting each other like they couldn't stand the others presence. She preferred the former, but Jon seemed, on most occasions, to prefer the later. She couldn't understand it. She only hoped, that as time went on, that all three of them would grow to trust her and that she could finally break down her walls enough to let them in.

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