So when I said I had my groove back...Yeah, I lied. It took a while because I was stuck on the execution.

Thanks to Idcam for the last review. Yes, Kev finally got her! I had the same reaction. Also, thanks to the guest who left the lovely review. I am glad it is giving you a bit of joy in this dark time.

I apologize in advance, there is not much action here.

Neither Calaway sister was exceedingly eager to be heading to the arena for a taping of Smackdown this particular afternoon.

It had been two whole days since the incident involving the…rat. More than that, it had been two whole days since Heather had experienced her first kiss – with none other than Kevin Nash. She had played that moment over and over in her mind so frequently that she lost count of precisely how many times she had relived it. The sensations that flowed through her were unlike anything that she could ever fathom. The man had left her head whirling with confliction and tangled emotions. The feel of his lips, so firm yet tender. The manner in which he held her in his iron grip, yet delicately embraced her. The rush of her heart whenever he bestowed a mere glance in her general direction. She longed to relive that once more, but she had been a fool. He had long since acknowledged the type of females he reputed as favorable and she certainly did not fall amongst those criteria. Even if she did, she had allowed her doubt to overtake her and quit the room, flummoxed and mortified. It was probable that he wished to have nothing further to do with her and rightfully so. Her inner turmoil had left her overwhelmed and emotionally drained.

For Reves's part, she wasn't keen on facing Scott after their fallout the other night. Everything between them had started out so torrid and electrifying, the thrill was unimaginable. As time went on, however, Reves grew disenchanted by the older man. Scott's drinking was a large contributing factor. He was too far gone now, but it wasn't the only thing. Her thoughts had been occupied more and more by her ex, Erik. As stupid as she knew it was, she wanted him back.

Scott had been blowing up her cell phone, calling at least twenty times in the last two days. She ended up having to turn it off so as not to arouse her father's suspicion. God knows he was suspicious enough as it were. Scott had even shown up at their hotel room that night, piss drunk and babbling on, begging for her forgiveness. As much of a cold-hearted bitch as everyone thought she was, she truly felt somewhat sorry for him, but staring at him in that pathetic state was exactly why she had to end it. She had slammed the door in his face because there was no other way to get the message across. Even with that, it was obvious it had not.

Entering the arena, Heather was hit by a wave of apprehension as if she weren't unnerved as it were. She didn't know if she had the fortitude to perform on television, let alone being obligated to face the man who had caused her such perturbance. Reves, on the other hand, felt only annoyance. It was going to be a long day if she would happen to be forced to listen to Scott's drunken simpering.

"What's with you? You seem more spastic than usual," Reves stated as she gave Heather a sideways glance while they sat at a table in the corner of the catering room.

"I am not spastic," Heather returned with a deadpan stare of her own. "May I presume that you are speaking in slang terminology? Spastic is punctuated by the condition of pathologic spasms."

Reves snorted. "Coulda fooled me," she shrugged.

Heather had intended to say more, but she happened to shift her head towards the entrance of the catering area, her doe eyes growing wide. She inhaled sharply as the breath caught in her lungs. Her heart stopped momentarily, then began battering furiously against her ribs. Everything in the vicinity seemed to still as he walked in. He possessed such a commanding presence, it was difficult for him not to be perceived, his stature aside. Heather felt the heat come to her cheeks as she recalled the way he had kissed her. Her gaze lingered on him for a few moments. He was undeniably captivating and…he was approaching them at that very moment! Panicked, she grabbed her book and ripped it open, burying her nose in it, but not before he met her eye for a brief, aching moment. She gripped the pages of the tome for dear life as if it were the only thing keeping her tethered to the Earth.

Kevin frowned slightly at how quickly she had turned away, pretending to preoccupy herself. He didn't want to believe that she was disgusted with him, but that was the only thing he saw when she looked at him, a reflection of how he was seeing himself. He watched the curtain of hair fall over most of her visage. He could make out the bright crimson hue despite the lovely tresses that shrouded it. He almost regretted that he had kissed her. For the past two days, his mind was occupied almost solely by thoughts of her in spite of all his vain attempts to convince himself that she disdained him and that was for the best. Every rational thought was still overridden by the desired to hold her in his arms and kiss her (maybe more) for hours on end – if only she would allow him. However, as much as she had inhabited his mind, she was not the reason he was making his way over to their table at that moment.

Reves had taken note of her sister's erratic behavior, her eyes narrowing suspiciously before her gaze shifted to the behemoth heading their way. Oh great. What does this giant moron want now? She wondered, releasing a huff.

"Where's Scott?" he asked Reves in a seemingly flippant tone.

Heather could feel his weight shift the table as he leaned down, placing his hands on it. His timber was deep and smooth, sending a shiver through her tiny frame. She caught her lip with her teeth as her mortification intensified. She was grateful at least, that he was speaking to Reves and not herself. He only wanted to know the whereabouts of his friend. Regardless, the awareness of his eyes on her caused her to wish she could dash from the room and not look back. As it were, she was rendered immobilized.

Kevin was glancing at Heather curiously before his attention was brought back to Reves.

"How the Hell should I know?" she sneered at him in her customary chagrin.

Nash gritted his teeth as his eyes turned dark. He growled at her in a hushed tone, "I haven't heard from him in almost two days. He's supposed to be here right now, obviously. I thought that maybe since you two are constantly fu-"

"What do I look like? His damn secretary? You two are the ones always up each other's asses."

Nash felt the anger surge through him. "You mean you haven't heard from him?" he demanded.

Reves shot back a contemptuous glare and shook her head.

"Fuck," Kevin cursed in exasperation as he pushed off from the table. "Tell me immediately if you hear from him or he shows up." He commanded.

Heather had felt the table shake from his force but didn't meet his eye. Instead, she gave the subtlest glimpse towards her sister who was glowering up at the giant with her arms folded over her chest. Without another word, Kevin stomped off across the room towards the coffee dispenser. Heather discreetly peeked over the top of her book and suppressed a sigh as she observed him.

"Fucking idiot," Reves grumbled beside her.

Heather lowered her book somewhat. "Why did you not simply tell him that you haven't conversed with Scott because you no longer wish to be associated with him?" she inquired in a whisper. Her sister's decision perplexed her. She appeared at one point quite taken with Mr. Hall, but it was apparent that his substance abuse issue was now having the best of him and Reves appeared to almost disdain him. Heather acknowledged that was quite unfortunate, but for reasons unknown to her.

"Why didn't you?" Reves shot back defensively.

"Because he didn't inquire to me," Heather retorted, equally as defensive, praying her countenance wasn't as suffused with color as it felt blistering. "It isn't my concern at any rate," she added, dropping her book just as she dropped some of her anxiety in lieu of irritation.

Reves regarded her with cool skepticism. "Why are you blushing, Spaz?" she asked with a brazen smirk as she got up and began walking away.

Heather gasped in humiliation, feeling the heat searing across her visage, much to her chagrin. She was also riddled with another emotion. Vexation? Aggravation? She wasn't entirely certain as she grabbed the apple that had been sitting on the table in front of her and held it aloft. She battled the urge to hurl the object at the back of her sister's head. Heather paused, a sense of shame washing over her. Sulking, she lowered her hand. What was becoming of her? She was finding it increasingly arduous to control her emotions and it was becoming borderline disturbing.

Shaking out these meditations, Heather returned to the proper place in her book. She was all too aware that Kevin was still mere yards away, but she attempted (rather in vain) to bring some semblance of normalcy to herself.

Try as he might, Kevin was not necessarily understated about his scrutiny of the raven-haired girl. He studied her with acute curiosity as she snatched the apple off the table and it appeared that she might chuck it straight at her sister who was sauntering away in her usual haughty manner. He didn't know what their conversation entailed to rile the docile creature, but it wasn't hard to imagine where Reves was concerned.

After a moment, her countenance was transformed to one of disgrace and she began flipping through her book. Locating her spot, she smoothed the pages almost affectionately. She was rather particular. She was in her own world now, a world no one else could penetrate. He wondered how she would react to know he was one to dog-ear pages. She would probably say he was the worst kind of evil, admonishing him in much the same manner she had the other night. His lips tugged into a smirk as he played out the little scenario in his head.

Making his way to an empty table across the room, Kevin continued observing her as she glanced at the apple that she had set back on the table beside her. It had bright green skin, much like her eyes. She picked it up and brought it to her pert nose, drawing in its sent. A delicate grin played on her lush mouth before perfect white teeth broke through waxy skin, sinking into the flesh with a satisfying crunch. Kevin had nearly lost himself at this point. That mouth. That sweet mouth. He had a taste the other night and it left him craving even more. Her mouth closing over the fruit, she took another bite, licking the juice that ran down the side. What he wouldn't give to have that mouth again. On his mouth. On his… He felt his body grow painfully rigid. He shook his head, chastising himself. Now he was envious of a damn piece of fruit? He really needed to pull himself together.

Kevin knew her spurning was just as well. He couldn't be certain just how far he would have let things spiral out of control had he been afforded the opportunity. Holding her. Kissing her. Touching her. He would leave her aching for things she didn't even understand. Things he'd be delighted to teach her. They'd have no use for books, as he preferred a very hands-on approach.

He could not think that way, yet there he was playing a movie reel in his head of everything he'd like to do with her and to her. He was a sick fuck. She made it unmistakably transparent how she felt about the whole situation when she fled from the room in horror the other night. Why the hell was he still having a hard-on over this shit?

"Have you heard from Scott?" Kid's voice pulled him from his contemplation as he approached.

"Nah. He won't answer his phone," Kevin muttered shaking his head as his focus shifted again to his best friend.

"Well, Dustin did tell me he saw him checking into the hotel this morning."

"He did?" Kevin asked almost incredulously and breathed a sigh of relief. At least he was in the area. Kevin said a silent prayer of thanks. He then added as he stood, "Looks like I'll have to go find him and drag his ass here. Wanna come with me?"

"Uh, I'm good." He paused. "Someone should be here to inform Vince of what's going on. Or ya know if Scott happens to show up."

Kevin wasn't surprised that Kid was still giving him somewhat of a cold shoulder. This was the most Kid had spoken to him since he had blown up on him the other day. He also wasn't a jackass, noting how Kid was stealing not so indirect glances to the back corner of the room. Of course, Kid would pull some shit like that, wait until he was gone, and then weasel his way over and talk to her behind his back. The thought was nearly causing him to fly into a rage, but he knew his jealousy (and damn it if he didn't feel like a douchebag for admitting it – even just to himself) had to be put on the backburner for the time being. He had much more pressing matters that required his attention and in the form of his buddy, Scott.

Still, he couldn't help goading Kid just a little. "Ya know, maybe you should go find him, seeing as you were the one that Dustin told," Kevin said coolly.

"Well, yer his best friend," Kid argued weakly. "Besides you're the one that kicks all our asses into gear. If anyone can get him here, it's you."

Kevin's gigantic shoulders sagged and he heaved a sigh, not finding much amusement in his banter anymore. Kid was so spot on that if his words were a bullet, it would have caught him right between the eyes. He was about the only one in the world who had ever had a minor degree of success in pulling Scott back from the precipice of the abyss he usually found himself on. It was all up to him. With one last fleeting glance at the bashful creature drifting in her own little world over in the corner, Kevin set out in hopes to rescue his friend from himself. He just hoped this time he wouldn't be too late.

Kevin's first stop was the hotel. Truthfully, it was his only stop, and he was praying he would get lucky and find Scott there so he could whip his ass and drag him kicking and screaming to the arena whether he liked it or not. If he wasn't, he had no other leads to go on, but he would scour every bar and liquor store in the city if he had to.

"You look delicious."

A voice caused Heather to pause. Replaying the words inside her brain, Heather slowly inclined her head to stare up at the figure looming over her. Her doe eyes blinked with an innate curiosity as a deep blush crawled across her lovely features. "Come again?" she implored timidly.

Sweet thing, for you I definitely could. Again and again, Sean thought as she gazed up at him with those innocent eyes. The next instant, his words crashed inside his head as they came back to him. "I, uh – the apple! That apple looks delicious," he quickly blurted out trying to save face. Nice job, idiot, he chided himself.

"This?" The naïve girl glanced at the half-eaten piece of fruit in her hand. "It is a Granny Smith. They originated from Australia. I prefer its tart flavor to that of a Gala or Fuji, which are much sweeter," she murmured up at him.

"Yeah, I don't think you can get much sweeter, anyhow," he teased, smiling down at her.

Heather beamed shyly as the delicate glow brightened her face and she dropped her head.

Oh damn. She actually smiled at what he said! Sean felt elation setting in as he sat down in the chair beside her. "You love books, don't you? So, what are you reading?" he questioned as he gave a furtive glance to the large book, she had in front of her.

"I, I do," she replied humbly. "This is a book on Cartography. I purchased it the other day." She held up the cover to him.

"Huh?" Sean looked oddly at the book.

"C-cartography," she repeated, feeling a touch self-conscious, "It's the study and history of map-making."

"Oh. Cool. Is that like some shit for school or something?" Sean asked, leaning back in the chair.

Heather frowned. "Hardly. Unfortunately, I was unsuccessful in my endeavor to graduate ahead of my projected completion as I commenced my engagement within the company."

Sean didn't know half of what she was talking about, but she looked fucking adorable doing it and that was all he really cared about. There was an awkward silence that fell between them as he simply stared at her. Her blush flared as she pushed her glasses up on her nose and turned away. She was so cute. If it were just them in the room, he possibly would have tried to kiss her. He would probably be her first kiss. The idea was quite arousing.

Heather lifted her gaze towards the clock on the far wall and she released a small gasp. Goodness, it was later than she expected. Her father would be wondering where she was as it was growing much closer for time to prepare for the show. "P-pardon me. I must go now. My father will be inquiring after me and it is nearly time to begin preparations for tonight's event," she said in her gracious manner as she rose and began gathering her effects. "It was lovely to s-speak with you. I shall see you soon."

"It'll be lovely to see you too!" he said eagerly and grinned at her, embarrassed. What was up? He never acted like this around a chick. He wasn't a smooth as Kev and Scott, but God, he was being so fucking lame.

Still, she didn't seem to think so as she smiled timidly at him before scurrying off. Sean felt his confidence swell. He could probably get her, despite what Kev said. She seemed to like him. Kev just loved being a giant grouch and spoiling everyone's fun.

Fortunately for Kevin, the young receptionist at the hotel's front desk was an enormous mark who was all too willing to spill the beans on Mr. Hall's occupancy – and then some

"Oh yeah, he's here! He checked in around eleven this morning," she stated giddily. "Gee, I can't believe I'm now talking to the other half of The Outsiders. I loved you guys ever since you were Razor and Diesel. This is the best thing to happen to me since I started this job three months ago!"

"Did he happen to go anywhere that you know of?" Nash inquired, initially disregarding her fangirling. He didn't feel much up to turning on his Big Sexy persona, but he would if he had to.

The young woman shook her head, full of short, brown hair. "Not that I've seen, and I've been here since mid-morning. Except when I took my break around two o'clock. But I'm getting off soon. My family and I've got front row tickets for Smackdown!" she added excitedly.

Nash was quickly growing impatient. Yes, Smackdown was starting in a matter of hours. He needed to collect his friend and ensure that they both even made it to the show and this silly woman was thwarting that effort with her incessant chatter.

Kevin leaned on the desk, offering her a charismatic smirk. "Look sweetie, I'm trying to find my buddy, so we can get to the show. Do you think you can help me?" he asked in a low and sexy timbre.

She gushed as her face turned as red as a tomato. Kevin didn't feel particularly pleasant about flirting with her, but desperate times, desperate measures. Ordinarily, he would have no qualms about using his charm to get him what he needed, but leave it to Heather to have him questioning his morality (on all fronts).

As the raven-hair girl entered his thoughts, his desperation compounded. It was all the more reason to get back to the arena as soon as possible. He knew he was being egocentric, putting his own possessiveness over his buddy's situation, but God only knows what type of shit Kid was trying to pull while he wasn't there. Just the notion was virtually enough to make him rush back there to impede on any potential scheme Kid might have.

A few more sweet words and a couple of smoldering glances and he was able to procure what he needed: Scott Hall's room number and a key to let himself in. He only hoped he would find Scott there because he was at a loss after that.