Chapter 14:
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"Are you ready?"
"Yea, just be gentle. It's been a while."
"I'll go slow. Just tell me when you're ready."
"Just do it. The pain should only last for a couple minutes."
"Are you sure?"
"Yea."
"Ok." 'Crunch'
"SON OF A BITCH!" Allie screamed out in pain.
"Well, it's definitely broken, Al," Doc Sampson, winced. "It's reset now, but you'll have to keep it iced and stay out of the ring for a while. Allie simply nodded, biting her lip in an attempt to fight the pain.
Jon was leaning against the wall opposite them, his arms folded across his chest, a pissed off look on his face, staring at the now fully dressed Anti-Diva. Steph had brought her a change of clothes, while Doc had started the initial examination of her nose. She was now dressed in black yoga mid calf capris and a Sami Callihan tee. "How are you still not screaming out in pain?"
"I've developed a high pain tolerance. This is nothing compared to what I've had inflicted on me," Allie bit out in his direction, wincing. Her face was still stained with her blood and the bruising had intensified. "Guess my return will be put off for a while yet."
"I swear, when I get my hands on those two," Jon snarled.
"It's fine, Jon."
"How can you say that?" He stood up right, looking at her in disbelief.
"You don't need to do anything stupid," she argued. "It's not your fight."
"It is my fight!" He yelled. "It's The Shield's fight! They mess with one of us, they mess with all of us! That's how we operate!"
"Jon, just let it go!" She yelled back.
"No! I won't let it go, Allie!" With that he stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind him. Allie sighed heavily.
"He just has your best interest in mind, Allie," Doc said to her calmly.
"I know," she responded laying back on the examination table, "but he doesn't need to do anything to hurt their careers either."
"I'm not saying he does," Doc answered, as he tried to clean up some of the blood around her face. "All I'm saying is, is that he obviously cares about you. Try and cut him some slack."
Allie sighed heavily, but reluctantly nodded. She knew he was right, but she was still worried about any ramifications that may impact her boys and their careers, because of her.
When Doc had her relatively cleaned up, she thanked him and hoped down from the table, making her way towards the door.
"Hey, Al," she heard him call her, making her turn back to him. "It's good to see you."
She gave him as much a smile as she could muster through the pain, "you too, Doc." With that, she made her way out the door. Closing it behind her, she was greeted with the concerned faces for Steph, Colby, and Joe.
"You look terrible," Steph said, with a sympathetic tone.
"Thanks," Allie smirked, then her face returned to a neutral expression. "It's broken. Doc reset it, but I'm out for a while. So, I won't be returning for a while."
"Is that why Jon just stormed out of there and stalked off grumbling to himself about a hardheaded pain in the ass?" Joe asked, thumbing in the direction she assumed Jon had stalked off in.
"Well, I don't think that was called for," Allie huffed, in annoyance. "No, he's pissed because I told him not to anything stupid where Cena and Orton are concerned."
Before any of them could respond, they heard a loud commotion coming from further down the corridor. The same direction Jon had walked in. All four of them sprinted off in that direction, Allie leading the way.
When they reached the other end of the hall, they saw Orton and Cena hovering over someone, throwing punches and landing kicks. Allie was able to make out a glimpse of the person, realizing it was Jon. Allie ran, full sprint, towards the nearest target, that being Orton, and tackled him to the ground.
Staying on top of him, she began to land repeated punches to his face. Joe and Colby were able to pull Cena off of Jon, while Allie took her frustration out on Orton. Jon staggered back to his feet, landing a hard punch across the jaw of Cena, then turned to Allie in just enough time to see Orton get an opening and land a forearm across Allie's already broken nose. She landed off to the side, clutching her nose, while screaming out in pain. "Mother Fucker!"
Jon went to lunge at Orton, but was stopped by Joe and Colby. He screamed and thrashed like a wild man trying to pull away, while Steph leaned over the fallen Allie. "Son of a bitch! He off set it again!" Standing up Steph charged at Orton, seeing red. She landed two solid punches to his face, while he attempted to block them, before stepping back and kicking him hard in the balls. Orton dropped like a sack of bricks, yelling out in pain. Jumping on top of him, Steph began to land more blows to whatever her fists could reach, before she was hauled off of him by Joe.
"Orton, you fucking asshole, I swear to God if either of you touch her again, I'll castrate you both!" Steph screamed out, thrashing in Joe's arms trying to get to Randy.
Jon, had managed to wiggled his way out of Colby's grip and fell to his knees beside Allie. She was still whimpering, clutching her nose in pain, as Jon tried to push her hands aside. "Allie, let me see." She fought against him as she struggled to stand. Jon pushed her back down to the floor as gently as he could, but she fought him hard. In an attempt to hold her down, Jon straddled her waist and pinned her hands above her head.
Finally able to see the damage, Jon sucked in a breath at the site. The blood was running, like a river, down her face, and her nose was obviously distorted, more so than before. "Jesus, Allie! What the fuck were you thinking?"
"I was thinking that I needed to help you," Allie hissed out through the pain.
She quickly removed him from on top of her by bucking against him. Staggering to her feet and wiping harshly at the blood on her face, she began to sway and stagger down the hallway. She felt a wave of dizziness hit her before she made it 5 steps. "Allie?" Everything around her began to spin, as she clutched her head, in an attempt to steady herself. However, the effort was in vain, when she lost the battle against gravity and the world went dark, with a terrified cry, "Allie!"
Allie groaned, as she woke up, clutching her head and squinting her eyes at the bright lights around her. She tried to pull herself up into a sitting position, but felt a gentle weight against her shoulders, pushing her to lay back down. "Easy Allie. Don't sit up," came the familiar female voice.
"I knew God was a woman," Allie groaned trying to get her eyes to focus on the figure looming above her. As they finally came into focus, she was met with the smirking face of Stephanie McMahon. "But thankfully not a McMahon. We'd all be screwed."
"Very funny," she scoffed playfully at Allie, before her expression changed to one of concern. "How are you feeling?"
"Like my nose was broken twice in one night, by the same two assholes," Allie snarked at her. "So what'd I miss?"
"You've been out for a good 20 minutes," came the gruff, strong voice of Jon. She glanced over and saw he was perched on the exam table next to her. Doc Sampson was moving back and forth around him, cleaning up his bloodied face. "You blacked out after Orton snapped your nose out of place again."
"Doc reset it again while you were out, after Joe carried you in here," Steph chimed in. Stephanie had a pain filled face as she continued. "Steph and the guys filled me on what happened. I'm so sorry, Al. What can we do to make this up to you?"
Knowing the board would do nothing about Orton and Cena, since they were money players, Allie just sighed and looked at Stephanie, "You know what I want."
"Consider it done," Steph nodded, understanding what Allie meant. "When?"
"Extreme Rules," Allie stated quickly and simply, maintaining a determined look as she talked business with Stephanie.
"That's next month, but I think we can build it up in that time frame," Stephanie nodded again. "Same agenda?" Allie nodded in confirmation. "Ok. Keep me updated on your recovery. I'm gonna go get the ball rolling. I'm really sorry, girl."
"It's not your fault," Allie gave her a small smile, "but thank you." Stephanie turned, giving Jon a short nod, then exited the room.
"What was that about?" Jon's voice brought Allie's attention back to him.
She gave him a short glance, before answering, "We'll discuss it later." She slowly sat up, wincing "Me getting my ass handed to has its perks, I guess."
"I'm sorry, princess," Jon said giving her a guilty look. "I let my anger at them get the better of me."
"Yea, you did," she answered but gave him an understanding look, "but I don't blame you for it. I'm sorry too."
"Nothing's going to happen to them, is it?" Jon asked with a agitated tone. Allie simply shook her head, making Jon's anger intensify.
"You ok?" She asked looking over his battered face.
"I'll live," he answered shortly, his voice laced with anger.
Allie watched as Doc finished up with Jon, taking in the scrapes and small cuts, knowing some bruising would accompany them eventually.
"Well, the good news is, nothing's broken," Doc said as he moved away from Jon to dispose of the materials used to clean him up. "But the bad news is, you'll be need needing make-up for a little while til things heal. You've got a few bruised ribs, so you'll need to keep them wrapped. Luckily, with your attire it'll be hidden."
Allie felt a swirl of guilt hit her stomach at the diagnoses. She didn't realize that Cena and Orton had done that much damage to Jon in the time they had been fighting him.
"I'd steer clear of Orton an Cena, til you heal," Doc said giving Jon a stern doctor look, then turned and gave Allie a similar look. "That goes for both if you."
Jon scoffed, running his right hand across his sore ribs, "That'll be easier said than done."
Allie gave him a curious look, as Doc moved across the room out of ear shot. "What do you mean?"
Jon, didn't meet her eyes for a moment, not wanting to disclose all the details of the incident between Orton, Cena, and himself. After a moment he looked over to her and saw she was waiting expectantly for a response.
Sighing, Jon jumped down from the exam table and moved over towards her and pulled himself up on the table beside her. He kept his hands folded loosely in his lap, his eyes concentrated on them, "I didn't start the fight."
"What?" She looked at him confused.
"Believe me," he said, with a sarcastic humor to his voice, "I wanted to, but I didn't instigate it. I was trying to keep a cool and calm head... For you. It pissed me off, but you were right. Orton and Cena have too much pull and I couldn't risk what might have happened if I was the one to start in on them."
"Then what happened?" Allie asked calmly, sliding her hand to lay on top of his joined ones.
"I was heading towards the locker room to try and cool off, when I was hit from behind," Jon growled, the anger of the event coming back. "They both jumped on me almost instantly. It took me a minute to even realize who it was. They started tearing into me, while they lashed out verbally. I tried to make out what they were saying, but my ears were slightly ringing. They Cena said something and I just lost it."
"What did he say?" Allie could only imagine what came out of Cena's mouth. The things he had said to her in the past were enough to make Steve Austin blush. The thought of him verbally or physically assaulting any of her boys, infuriated her, but the fact that it was Jon, filled her with a rage she hadn't felt in a long time.
"He told me not to play with his toys. That you were his property and he'll do with you as he pleases," Jon's anger began to radiate off him, causing him to shake. "You would always belong to him. He made you fall in love with him once and it wouldn't be hard to do it again."
Allie instantly felt sick to her stomach, as all the blood drain from her face. Her grip on Jon's hands tightened, making him finally look up at her now ashen face. Jon felt his heart drop into his stomach, seeing the look of terror and worry cross her face. "I'm sorry you got dragged into this Jon," her voice was barely a whisper. He had seen many emotions from this woman, but terror was never one of them. It was startling to see this strong, beautiful woman now battered and terrified.
"Hey," Jon said, pulling his left hand from her grasp and placing it softly under her chin, lifting her face gently to meet his gaze. "Look at me. I meant it when I said you weren't in this alone. You're part of us. They want to mess with you? Then they have to deal with all of us." Jon then pulled her tightly against him and placed a soft kiss to her hair.
Allie melted into the embrace, suddenly feeling comfortable and relaxed, but mostly she felt safe. This man had the heartbreaking ability to make her feel so special and loved, when she knew he could never return her feelings. She wished whole heartedly that she could be the girl of his dreams. She envied whoever this mystery woman was, wishing desperately she could trade places with her. It hurt to think of him wanting anyone else and only hoped that whoever this woman was, lived up to the hype that Jon had placed around her. Allie would just have to learn to be content with being his friend and his teammate, no matter how much it hurt. At least, that way, he was still a part of his life.
"Thanks Jon," she murmured against his chest. They were suddenly interrupted by a knock on the door. Doc Sampson, whom they had forgotten was even in the room, moved towards the door and pulled it open. He was met with the concerned faces of the two other members of The Shield and Steph. He opened the door further, ushering them in.
"Are you guys ok?" Steph asked rushing forward. Allie nodded, then she and Jon rehashed the events since Allie had woken up. The other three listened intently to the story, ears perking up when Jon had mentioned the conversation between Allie and Stephanie. "What was that about?" Steph asked looking towards Allie, who's face still appeared a bit ashen.
Allie cleared her throat, glancing back and forth between the other four wrestlers in the room. "Before Wrestlemania, I had a meeting with the board about what the next direction would be for The Shield after an epic Wrestlemania," she began talking softly, but clearly. The others remained quiet, waiting anxiously for her to continue. "Well, to me, after defeating three big names at the showcase of the immortals, there's only one direction to go in."
Steph clapped a hand over her mouth, gasping excitedly, having caught onto what Allie was saying. The three men still looked lost as Steph spoke. "They said yes?"
Allie shook her head gently, "Not right away. They wanted to wait and make sure the match was worthy of that kind of push. After the amazing match and today's occurrences, Stephanie agreed to it."
"Agreed to what?" Joe cut in, he and the other's feeling completely lost.
"At Extreme Rules, The Shield will become champions," Allie smiled at them. Before they could react, she continued, "Roman Reigns and Seth Rollins will become our new Tag Team Champions and Dean Ambrose will be our new United States Champion."
All three men felt the air leave their lungs, as they stared at her in shock. After six months, they were going to be champions. None of them could believe it and they had no idea how to react. Steph spoke up suddenly, bringing them out of their daze, "The next stop of your way to immortality. With Allie as your mediator, there's no stopping you. The sky's the limit for The Shield."
The guys suddenly erupted with joy, hugging and jumping all over each other. Jon's bruised ribs forgotten momentarily. Colby suddenly lunged forward towards Allie, scooping her up as gently as his excitement would allow and, while minding her nose, planted a quick, ecstatic platonic kiss to her lips, before placing her gently back on the floor. Allie giggled at his silliness, but was quickly interrupted as Joe followed suit before turning to Steph and pulling her into a not-so-platonic kiss, making Steph's head spin.
Allie felt her heart sink slightly watching her two friends, wishing that it had been her and Jon. She quickly shook herself of the feeling. It was a happy occasion, not a time for brooding and wallowing. She turned her attention back to Colby and Jon who were still excitedly celebrating and caught Jon's gaze over Colby's shoulder. He shot her an intense unreadable look, before sending her a wink.
The moment was soon interrupted by a stage manager informing The Shield they were up soon for the show. Allie looked back to Jon, "Hey, good-lookin, you better get to make-up. They have to get you fixed up for the show."
Nodding in agreement, he and Colby removed Joe from Steph's lips. Their eyes remaining locked, as Colby pulled him out the door. "Come on, lover boy. The sooner we go, the sooner you can come back." Joe grunted in response, eyes still locked on Steph's, watching her blush and shooting her a sexy wink.
Jon had moved over to Allie before leaving, giving her a gentle hug and a kiss on the forehead. "I'll see you soon, Kiddo. Stay safe." He watched as she gave him a small smile and a nod, before he followed Joe and Colby out the door.
"Wow," Steph said after the door closed. "I don't think I've ever been kissed like that before." She fanned herself, trying to get the intense heat out of her face. She glanced over at Allie who was still watching the door Jon had exited, with an almost sad, pleading expression on her face. "Hey, you ok?"
Steph moved over to sit next to Allie as she watched her fight back tears, while shaking her head slowly. "Why is life so unfair, Steph?"
"What's wrong?" Steph asked, pushing some of Allie's blonde hair from her face.
"Why can't it be me?" Allie whispered out, as the tears began to slowly slip down her face. "Why does some ghost get to have him, but I can't?"
Steph sighed, pulling her into a hug, "He cares about you Allie. I know he does."
"How do you know?"
"Because I saw how he reacted after you passed out," Steph whispered to her. "I've never seen anyone lose it like that. It was almost like watching an emotional breakdown. Colby had to restrain him, because he refused to let anyone touch you. That's why Joe had to carry you here." Allie merely sniffled, not understanding the revelation.
"I don't know what the deal is with this mystery chick," Steph continued, wiping tears away from Allie's face, "but a man doesn't react to a situation the way he did without their being deep feelings there." She brought Allie's gaze up to meet hers. "Don't give up just yet, Allie."
A/N: Well! This chapter was an emotional roller coaster. Let me know what you think! I have a another chapter written already and if I get enough reviews I'll post it tomorrow! Let's say if we hit 60 reviews I'll post it.
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