Hi everyone.

I thought I'd lost the original of this on a jump drive that went bad, but I found a copy. Since the original fiction version isn't under contract and I'm not going to submit it for consideration, I felt compelled to put it back up here. Especially after so many of you messaged me asking what happened to my stories after I took them down. I'm not looking for any reviews or critiques. I just wanted to put this back up for those who wanted to read it again.

For those who haven't read this story before, the OC is what some would call a Mary Sue or Pollyanna. Please don't leave comments telling me as much or that you don't like the character or the story because of it. I'm warning you now, so you can simply move on to some other story that will interest you more.

Thanks!

Sienna

Chapter 1

Sitting alone near the entrance to the hotel bar, Dean Ambrose tossed back a shot before picking up his beer. He stared out at the lobby area, watching as people came and went. His mind wandered while he studied the faces of those passing through. Some of them he recognized, some he didn't, but he'd bet many of them recognized him. Life as he knew it had changed considerably over the last few months and he wasn't sure how he felt about that fact.

His wrestling career couldn't be better. He'd spent years rising through WWE's developmental ranks on his bid to reach the main roster and ultimately bring fame and fortune. Now that he'd arrived, his wrestling stable known as The Shield not only found their audience, but had quickly become a fan favorite. Lately, it seemed he couldn't go anywhere without some wrestling fan noticing him and asking for an autograph. It appeared he'd finally reached his goal. So why was he so unhappy?

Maybe his dissatisfaction stemmed from something more personal in nature. Since arriving at the highest level of WWE he'd watched both his teammates and best friends succumb to the allures of a female. First Roman, then more recently Seth, had fallen deeply in love.

He didn't begrudge either of them all the happiness they'd found with Lexi and Amber. After all, the girls not only made a great addition to their group, but each had their own quirky and cool personalities. Still, there were times when he felt like the third wheel.

Just yesterday he'd lost his room buddy when Amber returned from her medical leave after spending two months recovering from former wrestler Brad Maddox's attack. From this point forward Seth and Amber would share a room, which meant Dean would be on his own. He'd didn't figure it was such a bad arrangement, but already the loneliness arrived, leaving him feeling out of sorts.

A fresh bottle of Yuengling appeared in front of him and Dean looked up in time to see fellow wrestler and future hall of famer, Chris Jericho slide into the empty seat. Chris shot him a smile. "You looked like you could use another."

Dean smirked as he picked up the fresh bottle. "Yeah. Thanks."

Chris glanced around. "So where might the rest of your stable be tonight?"

Dean pulled a long draw on his beer before bothering to answer. "Since yesterday was Amber's first day back, Seth took her out on a dinner date. Roman is upstairs in their hotel room with Lexi."

Chris glanced at his watch. "It's only eight-thirty. You know, I figured after eight months together they would have made it past the doing it like rabbits phase."

Dean cut a sideways look at Chris. "No rabbits tonight. She injured her ankle in last night's match and he's trying to keep her off it so she can heal."

Chris frowned. "I thought that was scripted. She really hurt herself?"

"Yep." Dean pulled another quick drink. "Roman accused her of being reckless in the ring and threatened to wrap her in bubble wrap. When I left them they were arguing."

Chris shook his head and chuckled. "I admire him. Anybody that can keep that girl in line is alright by me."

Dean grinned as his attention drifted toward a cute little redhead with glasses, currently walking across the lobby. "Yeah, Lexi is quite a woman. I don't think I've met a chick as physically tough as her. I still shudder when I think about how she demanded Doctor Amman set her broken arm without any pain relief."

Chris nodded and took a drink of his beer. "I wrestled a couple of years with her dad back in the beginning of my career. That attitude comes from growing up in the Hart family. It was be tough or get run over."

Dean's gaze tracked the woman to the far corner of the lobby, where she curled up on a couch and opened a book. Why he found her intriguing he wasn't exactly sure.

"So the purveyor of justice is a lone wolf tonight?" Chris continued.

Dean nodded. "Looks that way."

"You wanna go bar hoppin'?" Chris asked.

Dean considered the offer. Eight months ago the man sitting next to him was ready to rip his head off for the fake kidnapping of Lexi Hart. Funny how time could fix nearly any problem. "Not if you're going to only hit the places with karaoke," he retorted. Being the front man of the rock band Fozzy, wasn't enough for Chris. Dean learned quickly that any time Chris could get in front of the microphone and sing he would. For a moment Chris looked crestfallen, complete with the bottom lip pout. "Fine. How about we find a pool hall instead? No karaoke, and I can kick your ass in nine ball."

"In your dreams," Dean replied. Apparently, Jericho didn't know that before he was able to make a living wrestling, Dean had spent several years hustling pool. He slid off the high stool and motioned to Chris. "You're on, let's go."

He walked out of the bar and stopped at the sight of the Bella Twins making their way across the lobby toward the doors. Dubbed double trouble and Cruella's one and two, by members of the roster, wrestling's most hated twins looked like two women on the prowl, dressed in matching red spandex dresses and high heels. Chris stopped next to him. "Don't even think about it, Ambrose. You play with fire, you will get burned, and those girls are a raging inferno."

Dean opened his mouth to reply, then closed it again as one of the twins veered off course and walked straight toward the cute redhead sitting in the corner reading. He noted how her eyes went wide as the Bella twin approached. A brief and heated exchange took place between the women before Nikki or maybe it was Brie, Dean could never tell, grabbed the redhead's book and tossed it in a nearby trash can, then knocked over her bag, spilling the contents onto the floor.

Dean frowned as the scene played out. The petite redhead had done nothing to prompt such an attack. Of course, bullying others was the Bella twins favorite past time. What a bitch!

The twins laughed and mumbled something about being a loser before they turned to walk away.

Chris shook his head. "Those girls are just evil personified."

Dean agreed, but at this point he was more interested in the redhead than the Bella. "Hey, who's the girl they were messing with?"

"She's one of the new Divas recently promoted from the third level progressive rank. I think she came up about the same time as Amber."

Shock filtered through Dean. "Really? I don't remember ever seeing her wrestle."

Chris shook his head. "They've been using her as a jobber. Which is a real shame because from what I've seen the girl can wrestle better than the Bella twins ever thought about."

Interesting. He patted Chris on the shoulder. "Give me just a minute." Without explaining further Dean walked toward the redhead, picking up her compact and eye drops that had rolled away. As he closed the distance his attraction stirred as did certain body parts. Like the other Divas she had a lean, tight body with long shapely legs, but unlike the other Divas she'd avoided tanning and the result was miles of creamy flesh. He slowed in front of her. "Hi."

She looked up from where she crouched in front of the couch, picking up her belongings. Her eyes widened at the sight of him and for a moment he swore he saw fear. "Um...hi."

He held the items he'd picked up out for her. "I think these belong to you."

"T-thank you." She took the items from him.

"You're welcome." He crouched next to her and took a moment to really take her in. She had vivid green eyes and the cutest peppering of freckles across the tops of her cheeks and over her nose. Hey beautiful where you been all my life? "I'm dean."

She blessed him with a small smile that caused his stomach to do a little flip. "I know."

So she knew who he was, which put him at a distinct disadvantage. A disadvantage he hoped to change straight away. "Do you need help?"

She shook her head. "No thank you. I think I can get everything."

He caught just a hint of vanilla. A scent he immediately realized fit her perfectly. "It's no problem, Miss..."

She paused and looked up at him. "Zoey. Zoey Linn."

He grinned. "Well Miss Zoey Linn. It's a pleasure to meet you, though it's a shame we had to meet under these circumstances."

She shrugged and returned to gathering up her things. "It's no big deal. I'm used to the Bella's abusing me."

His grin faltered at the acceptance in her tone. Nobody should ever be bullied. "That doesn't make what they did right." Suddenly he remembered the book, stood and walked over to the trash can to retrieve it. Only it had landed in a pile of discarded food and was now covered in remnants of a half-eaten cheeseburger and ketchup covered fries.

Pinching it between his finger and thumb he held it by the cover's corner and glanced at her. "I'm sorry, but I don't think it can be saved."

"It's not your fault," she replied. "I have other books so don't worry about it. Thank you for helping me." She angled a thumb in the direction of the elevators. "I think I'm just gonna head up to my room now. Thanks again."

No! Don't go so soon. "Sure." Dean watched her disappear down the hallway then turned back and studied the book cover. Maybe he'd just have to see about replacing this book.