Tuesday 26th March

''Finally! We're back and we have a few days off.''

''Speak for yourself. I've got to fly out to LA on Thursday.'' With a sigh, Alexa nuzzled into Jon's side and shut her eyes. ''I am so tired, I think I could sleep for a fucking month.''

''Like Sleeping Beauty.''

''Lucky bitch... she didn't have to fly halfway across the country every few days."

Jon chuckled and she smiled as the sound reverberated through her. The next week was going to be hectic, so she was determined to enjoy the peace while it lasted.

Along with Chris, she was scheduled on a few shows to promote Wrestlemania. They were due to fly out to California on Thursday morning with Chris, the pair of them scheduled to record the 'Conan O'Brien Show' that evening before catching a red-eye to New York to tape 'Late Night With Jimmy Fallon' on Friday. Then, of course, they had to fly to Washington DC where Raw and Smackdown were being held before heading over to New Jersey for Axxess week followed by Wrestlemania.

Alexa sighed contentedly, running her hand through his messy locks. ''I am really happy right now... it's kind of hard to believe it's been a whole year.''

That day marked their one year anniversary of officially being a couple. Both of them had agreed not to do the whole gift-giving thing, instead promising that they would just spend some quality time together while they were off.

''Well, I guess it is longer, if you count the time we were just screwing around.''

''Hmm... I guess. It sounds stupid, but when I first met you, I knew there was something special about you.''

''Yeah?'' He tilted his head to look down at her. ''When I first saw you at developmental, I thought you were a bitch.''

She rolled her eyes. ''And then?''

''And then I got to know you and realized I was right.'' He laughed when she slapped him on the chest. ''I'm kidding, I'm kidding! Then I realized that there was a lot more to you than met the eye and it made me curious. I, uh, may or may not have googled you, watched some of your old matches...''

''You used the internet? For me?'' Alexa mocked a gasp, looking up at him in amusement, knowing of his aversion to technology. ''I'm honoured.''

''You should be.'' He replied with a grumble.

''I did the same, you know. That night I first came out with you guys, after you walked me home I spent hours on my laptop watching your indie stuff on YouTube.''

They remained in a comfortable silence for a few moments, Jon idly running his fingers through her hard before speaking softly.

''Lex?''

''Yeah?''

''I love you.''

''I know.'' Alexa smiled, tilting her head to face him. ''I love you, too.''

''No.'' He shook his head, intently staring down at her. ''I mean... I really, really, love you. And I want you around, like, all the time. We should move in together.''

She shifted away from him and propped herself up on her elbow, not quite sure what she was hearing. ''What?''

''We spend all our time together anyway.'' Jon shrugged, a shy smile creeping onto his face. ''Living with Bill, it's cool, but I want somewhere that I can finally call home, you know? Something that's mine. And, you know what they say; home is where the heart is. I love you and I want that with you.''

Despite the whole idea seemingly having come out of the blue, she could tell he was serious; his eyes were soft and his voice was sincere. Tears clouded her eyes as she tried to take it all in.

''I... uh...''

''I know you've got ties here, what with Chris, Jess and the kids... but I figured you could still keep this place. Saraya could rent it or something and then we could look for somewhere to buy together?''

''Jon-''

''Anywhere you want.'' He carried on. ''Well I say anywhere, but I draw the line at Canada, it's way too fucking cold... but I guess if you really wanted to then-''

Alexa cut him off, closing the short distance between them and capturing his lips with hers. He grinned against her mouth before pulling back slightly, his dimples out full force.

''So? Is that a yes?''

She bit her lip, looking up at him through hooded eyes. ''I know we're together most of the time anyway, but living together is all day every day, no escape... are you sure you're ready for that?''

Jon frowned, taken aback by her comment. ''No escape? I don't want an escape. I just told you, I love being with you. I love you. Do you need an escape from me?''

''No! Of course not.'' She smiled reassuringly. ''I was just making sure, it's a big step and-''

He cut her off this time, pressing his lips to hers and she leaned into him, letting out a quiet moan as he gently sucked her bottom lip into his mouth. She pulled away after a moment, knowing that they would get carried away if she didn't put a stop to it.

He leaned his forehead against hers, staring at her intently. ''So?''

''Us living together would be pretty awesome...'' Her lips quirked into a smile. ''We could just be naked all day and not have to worry about people walking in on us.''

''No pants are the best pants.''

''And I can take care of any spider infestations for you.'' She teased, knowing of his fear of the insects. ''Does this mean I'll actually have to cook?''

''I can cook.''

''Melting cheese on stuff is not cooking.''

Thursday 28th March

''Will you just pick something to wear already? We're going to be late?''

''What do you mean, we? Why are you even coming?''

''Moral support.''

''You just want to see me crash and burn.''

''That too.''

Alexa shot the Canadian a sour look as she tossed some more items out of her case as she tried to find something suitable to wear. They had just been informed that there had been some miscommunication and only one of them would be appearing on the show, it had eventually been decided that she would do Conan and Chris would do Fallon the next day.

''Why are you freaking out so much? You've done interviews before, this one won't be any different.''

''I know that, but most interviews are done as Sierra; the bad-ass, wrestler chick. Now I have to go out there and be me? It's weird.''

''You are the bad-ass, wrestler chick.'' He told her firmly. ''Just be yourself and you'll be fine.''

She didn't reply, instead she bent down to grab one of the dresses she had discarded earlier and held it up in front of her body.

''What about this one?''

''Yeah, that's nice, go put it on.''

She dashed into the bathroom of the hotel room, quickly slipping the dress on. It was an orange Alexander McQueen bustier mini-dress, with a full circle skirt and sheer panel on the bottom. Her height meant it reached just below mid-thigh and the low neckline showed a generous amount of cleavage.

Chris let out a whistle as she stepped out of the bathroom. ''Ding, ding, ding. We have a winner.''

Alexa laughed, adjusting the top of the dress self-consciously. ''It's not too much?''

''Well, I guess if your goal is to give everyone over thirty premature heart failure, it's fine.'' He teased. ''Come to think of it, I don't think heart failure will be the only thing that's premature, if you know what I mean.''

''You're disgusting.''

''Now, it's time for our second guest of the evening... she's a young woman who has been wrestling since she was just eleven years old and is currently shaking things up in the WWE as a member of The Shield. She's most commonly known as Sierra but we'll use her real name tonight. So, please welcome, Alexa Torres!''

Her entrance music started to play and Alexa emerged onto the set to a surprisingly loud round of applause; she smiled for the cameras and made her way over to the desk, greeting Seth Rogen, who had been Conan's first guest, before doing the same to the host and taking a seat on the couch.

''Hi.'' Alexa smiled shyly. ''Thank you for playing my music as I came out, made me feel right at home.''

''No problem. I have to say, you look absolutely stunning.'' Conan complimented her. ''Doesn't she look beautiful, ladies and gentlemen?''

His comment prompted several wolf-whistles and cheers from the audience, making her duck her head bashfully.

''But seriously, look at you.'' Seth piped of from beside her. ''It's really hard to believe that you kick people's asses for a living.''

''Well, WWE have supplied us with a little video package of you in action, let's take a look.''

They watched as a short montage of her in-ring work was played on the screen nearby, as well as some clips of her recent promos.

''Impressive!'' Conan nodded, turning back to her. ''I'm actually pretty scared right now!''

''Don't be, I'm nice, I promise.''

''I'm sure you are.'' He laughed, reaching down and pulling something out from under his desk. ''Look what I found!''

He handed her over a small action figure of 'Sierra' that had been made several years ago, the thing looking eerily like her.

''Oh my God, I haven't seen one of these in years.'' She exclaimed, holding it out in front of her.

''Must be pretty cool, right? Having your own action figure?''

''Yeah, it's pretty rad, being able to play with yourself...'' She trailed off, realizing how that sounded when everyone started laughing.

''That's probably the only time you can do that in public and not get arrested. So!'' He clapped his hands together. ''You've been doing this since you were eleven years old, is that right?''

''Uh-huh, sure is.'' She confirmed.

''And what made you, you know, want to do this for a living? I mean, it's not what young girls usually aspire to be.''

''No?'' Alexa quirked an eyebrow. ''What did you want to be when you were a little girl, Conan?''

The studio audience laughed along with the men beside her.

Conan held his hands up in surrender, chuckling. ''Touché, touché.''

''No, um, I know it's quite an... unusual career choice. My Dad was a wrestler so I kind of grew up around it. After seeing my first show I was hooked.''

''So, where did you grow up? Where did you actually learn to wrestle? Did you go to some kind of school, or...''

''I kind of grew up all over the place. I was born in Mexico but spent most of my childhood in Texas. We moved up to Canada, which was where my Dad started training me. He passed away a few years later and then I moved back to Texas to carry on my training. Then when I was ready and fully trained, I headed to Mexico and started wrestling the shows down there.''

He whistled. ''Wow, what does your Mom think of it all? She must be really proud of you.''

''Uh, I wouldn't really know, we don't talk.'' Alexa shifted uncomfortably. ''She wasn't really, uh... supportive of my choices.''

''Awkward...'' Seth drawled, breaking the tension. ''Way to go, Conan.''

The older man laughed. ''So, where is it you call home now?''

''I'm living in Florida right now but I might be moving soon. Any suggestions?''

The audience started shouting out random places, making the three on stage laugh.

''Well, I'm biased, but LA's pretty nice.'' Conan replied as Seth nodded in agreement. ''You should take a look around while you're here.''

Alexa snorted. ''I would, but I literally have a flight to catch in, like, two hours.''

''Didn't you just fly in this morning?'' At her nod, he continued. ''Where are you headed tonight?''

''New York. I'm on the red-eye there, then after some interviews there I'm headed to Washington for some shows. Then it's off to New Jersey for Wrestlemania week.''

''Holy shit!'' Seth exclaimed. ''Do you travel that much all the time?''

She shrugged. ''You get used to it.''

''If I had to fly that often I think I would actually kill myself.''

Conan laughed. ''Did you hear his hungover-slash-stoned flight experience?''

She laughed. ''I did.''

''Any similar experiences you can share?''

''Well, I've never had brownie with 'herbal components' but I have been on a flight with a really bad hangover before. The in-flight film wasn't working and I was stuck next to this bratty little kid who was listening to Justin Bieber on repeat and singing along. I couldn't cope with that for eight hours.''

''What did you do?''

''I waited until the girl's mom went to the bathroom before asking how much it would take for her to turn her iPod off.''

Conan sighed. ''How much?''

''Fifty bucks... but the joke was on her, it was a Canadian fifty.''

Seth's distinctive laugh boomed from beside her as the audience laughed. The host shook his head in mock disapproval.

''You hustled an innocent little girl.''

''Hey! She had it coming, I mean, Justin Bieber? Come on.''

''Shouldn't you Canadian's be sticking together?''

''I know I'm only half-Canadian... but I would like to sincerely apologize for inflicting him on the rest of the world.''

''Seconded. You know, there's this 'thing' where people think all Canadians are nice. Well, that's a lie. There are nice Canadians... and then there's Bieber.''

Alexa nodded, trying to keep a straight face. ''Every year, on Canadian Thanksgiving, we perform a ritual to purge ourselves of our rudeness, Bieber absorbs it all.''

''He was never meant to escape.'' Seth look solemnly into the camera. ''We are so, so sorry.''

Conan laughed and clapped along with the audience as his two guests shared a high-five on the couch.

''So, moving swiftly on... what do you like to do in your spare time?''

''You know, I actually get asked that a lot and there's always this perverted part of my brain that goes, 'say masturbate, it'll be hilarious', and I never have the guts to say it.''

''Until now!'' He cried as the audience laughed.

''Until now! But no... uh, I like a lot of things besides wrestling... and masturbating. I spend a lot of time waiting around in airports so I quite enjoy people watching. You know? You see these people walk by with little smiles on their faces, because something happened that made them happy. Maybe they got a nice text, maybe they got laid, maybe they killed a man. You will never know.'' She paused as the audience laughed again. ''Also, music. I'm really into music, I never leave home without my iPod.''

''What is it about music that you like?''

''It sounds good.'' She deadpanned.

Conan sighed and hung his head in resignation. ''Why do I do this?''

''I just think that music is a total constant.'' She explained. ''That's why we have such a strong, visceral connection to it, you know? A song can instantly take you back to a moment, or a place, even a person. No matter what else has changed, in you or the world, that one song stays exactly the same. Just like that moment.''

''Very profound.'' He nodded. ''I like it.''

''And... food!''

''Food?''

''Uh-huh.'' She nodded enthusiastically. ''I love food.''

''Who doesn't?'' Seth chimed.

''Well, I can see that you like food.'' Conan raised an eyebrow at him before turning back to her. ''You, not so much. You're in great shape.''

''If I ran like my mouth I'd be in a lot better shape.'' Alexa glanced down at herself. ''In all seriousness, I have to work out a lot to compensate for all the crap I eat. When I first went back on the road after my injury, I came home for a few days and the store I usually get my pizza delivered from called me to see if I was still alive.''

''Really?''

''Really. They said that because I hadn't ordered from them in over two weeks, they were concerned about me. But it was all good, and after the phone call they rocked up with a free, complimentary, welcome back pizza.''

''That's amazing!'' Conan laughed. ''What about sleep? Do you get much while travelling or do you just make do with naps here and there?''

''See, I try not to take naps if I can help it, I find them very tricky.''

''How so?''

''Well, you either wake up all refreshed and relaxed, or you have a headache, dry throat and are unaware of what year you're in.''

''Oh my God, that's so true!'' Conan agreed.

''I know, right? So, I usually wait until I'm sure I can get a good few hours in.''

''Are you a morning person?''

''Yeah, I do like to get up early if I can, my boyfriend hates it, he's the complete opposite.''

''Boyfriend?'' He wiggled his eyebrows up and down. ''Tell me more.''

Shrugging, she shot him a bashful smile. ''Not much to tell. We've been together a year and we're very happy.''

''You mentioned earlier that you plan on moving soon, is that with the boyfriend?''

''Yep.''

''And this boyfriend, is he a wrestler too.''

''He might be.''

''Going to give us a name?''

''Nope.''

The audience laughed.

''Fair enough, fair enough. Now, one last question; I had The Miz on here a few years ago. Now, as well as wrestling, he's also appeared in several movies. Is that something that you'd ever consider?''

''Seriously, me?'' Alexa snorted. ''No way.''

''Why not? You're beautiful, from seeing some of your promos earlier, you can act... I think you'd be amazing.''

''I just want to wrestle, I'm not really into doing anything else.''

''Not even rapping?'' Seth questioned with a smirk.

Her eyes widened. ''What?''

''There was this video of you trending on Twitter last week.''

Alexa covered her face in embarrassment. ''Please, God, no...''

The audience laughed as Conan gestured over to the screen, the recording of her karaoke appearing on the plasma. She kept her face covered for a few minutes, finally looking up when it had finished, a light blush staining her cheeks.

''Unfortunately, that's all we have time for! Tune into RAW on Monday night, Smackdown on Friday night and then Wrestlemania on Sunday night where Alexa gets the chance to win back the WWE Diva's Championship!''

As soon as Alexa walked backstage, Chris swept her up into his waiting arms. ''That was great! You had nothing to be worried about.''

''Really?''

''Really.''

''He's right, that was great.''

The pair turned around to find Seth standing just behind them, not realizing they were blocking the doorway.

''Thanks.'' Alexa gushed, quickly stepping out of the man's way.

''Here.'' He pulled something from the pocket of his pants before thrusting it in her direction. ''Just in case you change your mind about the acting thing.''

''Are you shitting me!?'' She blurted, taking the card and turning it over in her hands.

''No, I'm not shitting you.'' The Vancouver native laughed. ''I think you're funny, you'd fit well in one of my movies.''

''Well... shit...''

He laughed again. ''Uh, do you have a card? So I can reach you, too?''

As she fumbled around for a reply, Chris stepped forward and handed the man one of his cards. ''Here, you can call me and then I can put you in touch with her.''

''Cool, man.'' He shoved it into his pocket. ''Well, nice meeting you both, I'm sure we'll be in touch soon.''

The pair waited until the man had walked off before turning to each other, Alexa letting out a small squeal as she grasped the tops of his arms, shaking him as she jumped up and down. ''Oh my God! Seth Rogen thinks I'm funny!''