Hello again! Chapter Four is here! And this doesn't have a long match in the middle of it! Woot! So I wanna thank everyone for the nice comments and follows and favorites it means a lot to me. I hope you guys like this chapter.

Saturday: February 1, 2014

Edited: 9/2/2020

Chapter Four

Consider yourself lucky. Dean's words played through her head over and over as she packed up her suitcase, so she was ready for tomorrow's road trip to Nebraska for the next episode of Monday Night Raw.

Right now, she felt anything but lucky; this week has been one moment of bad luck right after another. Between what happened with Randy and practically being tricked into being a valet by Stephanie, lucky wasn't something she would call herself.

She shook her head as the image of the Shield's faces, as they were being told that she would be their new valet and they just had to deal with it, came to her mind.

Letting out a sigh, she finished zipping up the suitcase, leaving out only her outfit for tomorrow and her toiletries. After placing the bag on the floor, she looked up at the clock that sat on the end table next to the bed. 6:26pm.

Still early. She eyed her phone sitting next to her on the bed. Maybe she should see if Renee Young, her only friend in the company, wanted to go out to dinner with her tonight. As her hand touched her phone, she remembered that Renee had told her that her boyfriend was coming up this weekend to visit her and that he would be here until they left in the morning.

"Looks like dinner alone, again." She said to herself as she chewed on her bottom lip. Getting up from the bed, she made sure to grab her wallet and keys before heading out the door. As she walked down the hallway, her head started to pound slightly with each step. The last of her pain meds was wearing off. Great, just what I needed. She pushed the down button for the elevator and begged that she could at least get through dinner before the pain got too bad.

The bell rang for the elevator and the doors slowly opened, revealing an older couple on one side and what looked to be a wealthy businessman on the other. All three turned and looked at her with drawn brows and slightly open mouths. She could just imagine what was going through their heads. Here she was a young woman; wearing an old, slightly faded WWE t-shirt and a pair of ratty old jeans, which she always brought with her to lounge around in, with a slowly healing bruise and split lip. Yeah, she looked like a real winner staying in this four-and-a-half-star hotel. Trying to be polite, she gave each of them a smile as she joined them in the elevator. Out of the corner of her eye she saw the businessman take a step away from her.

By the end of the few second ride down to the lobby, Angel was almost itching to get out. Halfway down the couple started to whisper to each other and she heard the words abused and poor girl come from them. Those were words she didn't want to hear, especially about herself. She almost busted out saying that she wasn't abused, that she had just gotten hit by a man at work…which thinking about it probably wasn't the best thing to say, so she just kept her mouth shut.

The doors didn't open fast enough for her as she practically fell out of the elevator and quickly walked over to the hotel restaurant slash bar. Taking a moment to compose herself, she walked in and took a look around. She hadn't been the only one to have the idea to eat in the hotel, the place was almost full of people from WWE: crew, Superstars, and Divas.

Sighing, she walked over to one of the only empty booths. New goal, make some friends. She placed her stuff on the far side of the table before sitting down and letting out the breath she didn't realize she was holding.

"Hello!" A young thing came up to her table, holding a menu in her hands and a smile on her face.

As their eyes met, the woman's smiled wavered. Yes, I know that I look like crap. Angel sighed. However, she had to give the girl props, because just as quickly as the smile wavered, a new one found its way back on her face, and she snapped back into friendly waitress mode.

"Here you go." She handed her the menu. "Can I get you started with a drink?"

Angel nodded as she glanced to the bar. "Water with lemon to start with." She said with a shake of her head.

"Alright, I'll go get that for you and give you some time to look over the menu." The waitress almost skipped away.

After taking another second to recompose herself, Angel turned her attention to the menu.

"You're Angel, right?" She jumped at the strong, deep voice that suddenly came from beside her. "Wow, I didn't mean to startle you." Looking up from the menu her eyes locked onto the four people standing in front of her booth; John Cena, Nikki Bella, Brie Bella and Daniel Bryan.

She had to stop her jaw from falling to the floor as she looked at them with wide eyes. "Oh no, it's ok." She felt herself internally start to fangirl a little bit. She did work with them and knew that eventually she would get to meet them, but she never expected some of WWE's top stars to come up to her out of nowhere.

John smiled back at her before his face grew serious. "We just wanted to let you know that the entire locker room is on your side about what happened on Monday. And trust me when I say we all want to give Randy a piece of our minds, I mean it." Angel caught Daniel nodding from just behind John as he spoke.

"Thank you." She could feel her face heating up with a slight blush. "That's very sweet of everyone."

Nikki reached out and grabbed John on the arm making him look back at her. "If you ever need a girl to talk to." She gave a little wink. "Brie and I will be more than willing."

"I'll keep that in mind, thank you."

"Oh crap." Brie looked down at her phone. "Sorry but we're going to be late for our movie."

John nodded his head as he looked back at her. "Well it was nice to meet you Angel." He held out his hand for her to shake.

"Oh." She quickly reached out and grabbed the man's hand, her tiny one becoming lost in his huge muscular one. "Nice to meet you too."

"See you Monday." They all waved before walking towards the door.

Turning back towards the menu, a small smile came to her face as she half read what was on a bacon cheeseburger. Well that was nice. She couldn't believe that they took time to come over and talk to her. It was nice knowing that the locker room was on her side, and that she had Brie and Nikki to talk to if she ever needed.

Maybe my luck is changing. She thought until a familiar person caught her eye. Sitting over at the bar, with his back facing her was none other than Randy Orton himself.

Fear washed through her as she stared at his back. No! She yelled at herself. This wasn't happening, she refused to live her life in fear of him, refused to dread to go to work every day for she might run into him. But who was she kidding? She knew the only reason she didn't have nightmares about what happened, was because she couldn't bring herself to watch the recordings.

"You ready?" She heard the waitress's voice ask.

Quickly she turned away from Randy. "Um, yeah." Angel eyed the first thing on the menu that she knew she would eat. "I'll have a cheeseburger with fries please. No pickle on the cheeseburger." She said handing the menu to the waitress as she finished writing her order down.

"Alright, sounds good. I'll be right back."

As the waitress walked away, her eyes traveled unwillingly back to where Randy was sitting. She didn't even realize she was staring until she flinched when he stretched his arms out over his head.

"Consider yourself lucky." She huffed with a slight chuckle as she ripped her eyes away and looked down at her phone. She started to blankly go through her news app trying to keep her mind off of the man that was sitting at the bar. Though with the slight headache that was slowly getting worse, and her now erratic heartbeats, it was pretty hard to keep her mind, or her eyes from wondering over to the man. As she reread for the third time about some Hollywood actor doing something, she started to wonder if she should get the meal to go and just eat up in her room.

"You going to scoot over or what?"

What was it with people making her jump tonight? She gave an inward groan as she turned her head, this time to see Seth Rollins, Roman Reigns, and Dean Ambrose standing there each with a beer in their hands.

"What?" She blinked as all three of them stared down at her.

"Are you going to scoot over?" Seth smirked at her.

Her eyes widened as she comprehended what he said. "Oh! Sorry." She quickly moved over to give the man enough room to sit beside her. "Sorry, I was…"

"In LaLa land." Seth chuckled as he sat down beside her, Roman sat across the table from her, and Dean next to him. "Don't worry about it. I would be off in my own little world too if the man who attacked me less than a week ago was sitting across the room from me."

She couldn't help as her eyes flickered over to Randy who was downing his beer before turning back to Seth. "Oh he's here. I didn't notice."

A deep snicker came from across the table. "You're a bad liar."

Letting out a sigh, she turned towards Roman. "So, what brought you down here?"

"Same thing as you." Dean said drinking the last little bit of beer in his glass. "Trying to relax, eat, and waste time."

"I meant, what brought you over here?" She asked pointing at the table.

"We were over at the bar and saw you sitting alone." Seth explained. "So, we thought why not come over here and 'meet our new valet.'" He said mocking the way Triple H talked. "So, Miss Miles." He held out his hand. "Seth Rollins."

Letting out a small laugh, she reached out and took the hand that he offered. "Nice to meet you, Seth." As she shook his hand, another was held out for her from across the table.

"Roman Reigns." Roman said in that deep voice of his as she let go of Seth's hand to shake his.

"Nice to meet you too." She smiled at the larger man.

As they shook hands, she could see both Seth and Roman look over at Dean who seemed to be in his own little world. Roman gave him a nudge, making Dean's head snap up and look at him. "What?"

Roman indicated to their connected hands, giving Dean a slight glare.

Dean shook his head. "She already knows who I am."

"That I do, Mr. Ambrose." She nodded her head as she remembered what happened on Monday night, however, her thoughts were cut off when Dean's blue eyes landed on her with drawn brows.

"Wow." He held up his hand. "Do I look like a kind of guy that likes to be called Mr.?'" He asked while gesturing to himself, making her look him up and down. His curlyish brown hair sat messily on his head and his handsome face was covered by a slight scruff. He wore a leather jacket, with a black shirt underneath, and a pair of dark blue jeans that looked like they have seen better days. And though he did look less intimidating in his casual look than when he was dressed for the Shield, but he still looked like a man you wouldn't want to mess with, definitely not the kind of man who wanted to be called Mr.

"Alright then, Dean?"

He nodded at her before standing up quickly with his now empty glass in his hands. "I'm getting a refill, anyone else want one?" He looked around the table. Roman and Seth shook their heads before he turned away from the table and started over towards the bar.

"Sorry about him." Seth and Roman seemed to sigh at the same time. "Dean…he's…."

"It's fine." She cut them off. "I understand."

Seth cleared his throat, trying to get rid of the awkward silence that filled the table. "So, how is everything?" He gestured to his own cheek and mouth.

"I'll let you know after the pain meds totally wear off." She sighed.

Roman made a face before leaning in slightly, his eyes locked on her cheek. "Well at least it looks to be healing nicely."

Healing nicely… She just wished the yellowing around the bruise would go away so that it didn't look so disgusting, and so people would stop looking grossed out when they looked at her face.

A plate being placed in front of her drew her eyes up to the waitress who was standing there with an even bigger smile on her face than before. "Seems that you've been joined by some friends." She said almost too happily as she looked from Seth to Roman. "Can I get you boys anything?"

Seth quickly reached across the table to the small bar menu that sat in the rack that held ketchup, salt, and pepper. "I'll have." He said elongating each word. "Nachos with everything on them and fries."

He then threw the menu at Roman, who picked it off the table and look at it for a moment before smiling up at the waitress. "Ribs and Nachos." He put the menu back. "And Dean will probably want the hottest wings you have."

"What will I probably want?" Dean appeared next to the waitress making her jump. So, it's not just me! Angel almost felt relieved as she watched Dean look from the waitress to Roman as he sat down.

"What do you want to eat?"

Dean didn't even look at the menu. "Hottest wings you have and an order of fries." He said as Roman gave her an 'I told you so' look.

As the waitress walked away, Dean settled into his seat. "What I miss?"

"Nothing."

"Oh, I just love missing nothing." Dean made her laugh slightly as she started on her fries and burger.

"So, you ready for Monday?" Seth asked.

She finished chewing the bite of food she had in her mouth and took a drink before answering. "Oh, God no." She said making Seth and Roman chuckle; she even swore she saw a smirk come from Dean.

"Don't want to work with us?" Roman asked still chuckling.

Angel shook her head. "It's not that." She sighed. "I just never thought I would EVER become a valet." She grabbed a fry and waved it in the air. "But here I am."

"Don't like valets?" Seth took a drink.

She brought the fry to her mouth. "Again, it's not really that." She popped the fry in her mouth. "I'm just not prepared to be on TV like that." In those tiny outfits.

"But you were prepared to be a reporter."

"For the after show." She pointed out. Everyone knew that after the main event of the night most of the fans tuned out the after show. "And that's only like a five-minute spot just talking to a Superstar or Diva, then it's over." Being a valet meant that eyes would be on her for a lot longer than five minutes, and that it would be during the main parts of the shows.

"Not big on the spotlight."

She shook her head. "Not at all."

She wasn't even supposed to be in the spotlight at all. When she applied to work for WWE it was to be part of the production team; working behind the camera, not in front. It wasn't until the after-show reporter had quit, and Renee put in a good word for her that she became a reporter. It took her three weeks to come to grips with the fact that she was going to be on TV at all.

"Well, hate to break it to you, sweetheart, but Randy already put you in that spotlight." Dean said as he drummed his fingers against his glass.

Even though Roman and Seth sighed and glared at their friend, none of them could say that he was wrong. She had realized it too, once Stephanie told her that the WWE Universe was asking about her and wondering if they were going to see her again, it didn't matter if she would have turned down the valet job and went back to interviewing Divas and Superstars on the after show; she still would be in the spotlight as the reporter that Randy Orton had attacked.

"Here we go." The waitress was back with the guys' food, placing them down in front of each one. "If you need anything just holler."

"Thanks." Seth smiled up at her before diving into his food.

As they ate, the conversation was filled with small talk. Questions flew from both Roman and Seth as they tried to get to know her, while Dean sat there eating and drinking, only speaking up once in a while to throw a witty remark in.

In the middle of the conversation, Seth reached over and stole a wing off of Dean's plate earning a glare from the man. "I wouldn't do that if I were you." He said as he lent back in his seat and crossed his arms. She could see the look of challenge in both the men's eyes as Seth brought the chicken to his lips.

With his eyes still locked on Dean's, Seth took a bite of the wing, only to throw the thing down on his plate and grab for his beer. With watery eyes, he chugged the thing, gasping for air when he put the glass down. "How the hell do you eat those things? Holy shit my mouth is on fire."

Dean smirked as he grabbed the unfinished wing off Seth's plate and took a bite out of it. He didn't even slightly react to the spice. "Did you forget how high of a pain tolerance I have?"

"God damn." Seth sighed as he ate a few of his fries, trying to cool down his mouth.

"He warned you." Roman shook his head at his friend.

Angel lent back in her seat, laughing slightly to herself as she watched the Shield boys finish their meals.

D.D.D

Dean sat there in the booth, his left leg twitching and bouncing as he drummed his fingers against his beer. He was listening to Seth and Roman talk to Angel as they tried to get to know her better. All of them felt bad for the way they were in the gorilla on Friday, they didn't mean to take their anger with The Authority out on her. But even though he felt bad for what had happened, he still didn't think that they needed a valet to join their already strong three-man team, and he knew that Seth and Roman would agree with him.

Normally the only time a Superstar was given a valet is if he asked for one or if the higher ups believed it would help them with the WWE Universe. Which even though not everyone like the Shield, the WWE Universe recognized them and knew who they were, meaning there wasn't a need for a pretty young thing to attract eyes.

Dean carefully and nonchalantly looked over at Angel. She was pretty, that was for sure. Brown wavy hair that went down to her chest, a small petite figure, bright hazel eyes, and that innocent air about her. Yeah, she would attract eyes. Especially if she wore one of those tiny outfits. He quickly shook his head at the thought; judging by the faded WWE t-shirt and pair of jeans she wore; she didn't seem like that type of girl.

Dean cursed at himself as he turned his attention back to his beer. What the hell was he doing thinking about what kind of girl Angel was, and whether or not she would show up on Monday in one of those tiny outfits? He barely knew her, and if it wasn't for what Randy had done, he probably wouldn't have given her the time of day.

A small but audible groan brought Dean back to the conversation. His gaze went across the table to see Angel leaning her head against her hand, while she clenched her eyes shut. With another groan, she reached over with her free hand, and turned on the screen of her phone. From where he was sitting, he could just about make out that the clock said it was already nine thirty. "I hate to be a party pooper." She sighed as she looked back up. "But my head is pounding."

Without another word, Seth instantly moved to help Angel out of the booth. Dean couldn't help but roll his eyes at his friend's goofy ass smile. "Don't worry about it. Trust us, we understand."

"Yeah, go get some rest." Roman added.

Angel's weak smile grew a bit as she looked from Seth to Roman. "Thank you. It was nice talking to you guys."

A sudden elbow to the side made Dean cough. "Yeah you too." He gritted out to make his best friend happy. Glancing up at Angel, he saw her staring at him with wide eyes and a slightly open mouth, as if she didn't expect him to say anything. Which was fair since he barely said a word to her.

"See you guys on Monday." She said with a wave before heading out of the restaurant.

Once she was gone, Roman reached over and smacked him upside the head. "You could have been nicer to her." Dean groaned as Roman started to lecture him. "She is technically part of the Shield now. And it's not like our gripe is with her."

Picking up his drink and bringing it to his mouth, Dean looked his friend in the eyes. "I could have been a lot meaner, and you know it." He took a drink. She wasn't the only not looking forward to Monday.

Skovko: It is going to be fun to see their relationship grow between the four of them.

Brookeworm3: I'm so glad that you liked the chapter! I hope this one was too your liking as well! And yes an Angel was thrown to the hounds! lol!