Lucy went back to her hotel room for the night and immediately flopped face first onto the ridiculously small bed. Lucy felt a million emotions swirling around in her brain at the same time. When she looked back at tonight's Raw, she felt exhilarated by her debut and meeting Nick, but nervous about some of the Divas and her interaction with Ambrose. She needed to relax because Nick told her that he always preferred to leave early for the next city that way he had time to work out, eat, and do what he wanted before tomorrow night's show. She decided to take a shower, maybe order up some room service, and cuddle up in her bed with some Netflix. Ahh, the life of a single girl. Begrudgingly, she peeled herself from the bed and headed towards the shower.

Feeling the lukewarm water against her skin, she felt a tad bit better. Eventually, from pure laziness, she finally stepped out of the water, quickly dried herself, and wrapped the towel around herself as she headed towards the phone. She looked through the room services menu and found a chocolate ice cream dish that looked satisfying and called in the order. A few minutes later she heard a knock on the door and instantly opened it up to grab the room service. Instead, it was Nick.

Nick's face instantly beamed when he saw Lucy's current state of dress. "Expecting someone, my dear?"

"If the room service boy counts, then yes." Lucy smiled at Nick as she pulled up the towel. It really wasn't very revealing on her short frame.

"He's in for a treat, that one." Nick smiled back at her.

Lucy absolutely adored Nick's smile. It made her light up inside. "Come in." Lucy invited him in and he swiftly walked inside. She noticed he was carrying something. "Whatcha got, there?" Lucy asked.

"Oh. You have to admire my perfect timing. I brought you this." Nick threw a t-shirt to her that he had been hiding behind his back. Lucy caught it and unfolded it to reveal a Ziggler shirt that was about one size two big.

Lucy grinned at him. "Trying to claim me as your own, Nick?"

"Maybe," Nick said.

"Maybe?", she replied.

"Maybe," Nick said again, with a light tone.

"Okay," Lucy replied questionably as she turned around and walked into the bathroom to put some clothes on.

"Not going to change into that shirt right here?" Nick called out.

"You wish!" Lucy yelled at him as she weighed her options. She thanked her lucky stars that she had dragged her whole suitcase in here earlier so she could pick out her pajamas right after her shower. With a twinkle in her eye, all she grabbed out of the suitcase was a pair of booty shorts. She put them on with the new Ziggler t-shirt. She looked in the mirror, tousled her still damp hair. She wasn't quite sure what she was doing, but she didn't really want to think too much into it at the current moment. Before she stepped out the door, she had a brief flashback to what Dean said to her earlier that night. The flashback gave her a brief pain in the chest, but who was he to control her relationships? Lucy buried the feeling and exited the bathroom.

Nick was waiting for her, awkwardly standing between the bed and the television, staring into space.

"You can sit on the bed, you know," Lucy calmly stated as she approached her bed.

Nick turned towards her and lit up. He waited for her crawl onto the bed, clumsily arranging herself in a cross-legged position. He crawled next to her, as he unexpectedly inhaled her freshly showered scent. "You look beautiful".

She blushed but didn't say anything. Then another knock was heard at the door. Nick got up to get it. He came back with her dessert.

"If I knew you'd be popping into my room, I would have ordered you one too," she said sheepishly.

"It's all right, dear. I will gladly watch you enjoy it." Nick sat back down on the bed as he handed the dessert to her.

She put the spoon to the delicious-looking dessert, suddenly feeling self-conscious.

"You're making me feel like Ms. Piggy eating in front of Fabio," she laughed and set down her spoon before even taking a bite.

"Haha. Very funny, sweets. You look almost as good as me," he said to her with a grin. "Eat your dessert. You deserve it."

"Have a bite," Lucy said as she scooted towards him.

He ate a bite off the spoon and then faked a look of horror.

"What?"

"I have you to blame now if this goes straight to my hips."

"Ha! Remember when you and Seamus had that "Kiss-my-arse" match? I certainly do. You have nothing to be ashamed about, silly."

Surprisingly, Nick didn't put the moves on Lucy anymore that night. Instead, they stayed in for the night and Nick left before things got awkward.

"What…what are you doing here?" she yelled as she opened her sleepy eyes to see Nick's smiling face, right above her.

"I might have swiped your extra key card last night," Nick said shamelessly.

Lucy smiled at him slightly and then turned her head into the pillow. "You're lucky that you're so fucking cute, Nick."

"Ah, shucks. I never knew you thought that about me."

"We met yesterday. You haven't given me enough time," Lucy said as she sat up in her bed and looked over at the alarm clock in horror. "It's only 5 am, Nick! Are you crazy?"

"We got a big day ahead of us. A three hour drive, a workout, eating, and getting ready for the Smackdown taping."

"Ugh. I need fuel before we go."

"It's too early for breakfast here, but we can order something if we go down to the restaurant part. They told me they would be open early for all the wrestlers leaving early."

"Fine. Let's go."

Lucy threw off the covers to go find something to wear downstairs. She threw on some sweats and left the room with Nick. They went in the elevator.

"So, did you meet anyone interesting last night? I never asked you." said Nick.

"Not really. I mean, Roman Reigns was pretty nice," said Lucy.

"Oh, yeah. He's a great guy."

They walked into the restaurant. They greeted a few of their fellow wrestlers and sat down at a table together. They made their orders, both trying to fuel up for the day.

"Ah, crap. I forgot my wallet. I'm going to head back to the room really quick and get it," said Lucy.

"I'll pay for you," replied Nick.

"No...I know you will. But I'd rather do it myself. I'll be right back." Lucy took off in a light jog, eager to get back to Nick. She saw the elevator door open and quickly ran in.

"Going somewhere?" Lucy heard a voice from the back of the elevator. Recognizing it instantly, she turned around. It was Dean. She didn't reply and instead pushed the button for her floor.

"So you're just ignoring me, right?" Dean wasn't amused.

"Yes. First impressions mean a lot to me," she turned around and faced him "and meeting you was very unpleasant."

"Really, sweetheart? I thought it was rather...enlightening to meet you."

"I thought it was rather annoying meeting you," replied Lucy. She didn't have time for this, or time for silly boys like Dean when she was trying to be taken seriously in this company.

The elevator reached her floor. She walked out without another glance in his direction. Lucy walked down the hall, reached her door, and grabbed the key card out of her pocket. Just as she was about to put it into the slot, she felt a body lean up next to the door. Dean, of course.

She put the card in the slot and walked into her room, looking for her wallet. Dean followed her.

"Are you just making it your life's mission to irritate me, Dean?" Lucy said as she pulled up the covers on the bed, not finding it in her purse.

"No." Dean simply stated.

Lucy looked up at Dean and really looked at him for the first time. She had been avoiding his gaze when she met Joe and couldn't bear to look at him when she awkwardly met him in the elevator. She looked at his face...with his baby blues, his disheveled mess of hair (she always thought he purposefully messed it up before going on TV, but it seemed to just naturally fall that way), his light blue jeans, dark sweater, and big arms...

"I don't think I'm irritating you at all, the way you're looking at me right now says a lot more than your words." Dean stated, while flopping down on the bed. "If you want me, all you have to do is say the word."

Fuck, thought Lucy. Dean really was a beautiful man, but she didn't want to succumb to his ego.

"I'll think I'll pass. Now, if you could remove yourself from my bed. I need to get back to Nick". Lucy just found her wallet in the nightstand drawer. She always tried to put stuff in places for safekeeping, but that always backfired. She avoided his eyes that were piercing into her. Dean was as intense in real-life as he was on television, if not more so. It freaked her out and made her feel like he knew her deepest secrets just by looking at her.

"Okay, Lilith. I'll see you later. Have fun with Nicky, but not too much fun." Dean got off the bed and left the room without another glance.

Damn, Lucy thought. The boy was trying to get under her skin and she hated to admit that he might be succeeding.

After eating, packing up their bags, and checking out of the hotel Nick and Lucy were on the road. It was smooth sailing, just as their whole relationship had been since they met. They joked, had fun, and were getting to be really good friends. She even let him listen to some Britney Spears without complaint. He was truly a great guy and she felt lucky to be traveling with him.

After a brief nap, Lucy woke up.

"Good morning, sunshine."

"Good morning, again." Lucy smiled at him from her reclined position. "How much longer till we get there?"

"About an hour, I think." Nick said.

"Want me to drive?"

"Sure." Nick said. He looked for a spot to pullover and they switched positions. He let Lucy drive in silence for a while. He tried to close his eyes but he always opened them to look at her face in the morning sunlight.

"So, what's your story, Lucy? I want to know more about you."

"Well. I started wrestling about six years ago. I'm 25. I never in a million years expected to be hired by the WWE, but as soon as they showed interest I campaigned for myself pretty hardcore. I was only in NXT six months."

"I already knew all that. I have googled you several times," Nick replied and then paused. "Tell me stuff that nobody else here knows."

"Um... like what?" Lucy hated when people asked her these types of questions. It seemed to her that her life was pretty average, especially in comparison to the other wrestlers. She always felt like she had to make something up. She didn't have some deep dark past, a hidden drug problem, extreme body issues or any of the other bits of information people save for these types of conversations.

"What's your family like? Why are you a wrestler? I mean, like the real reason."

"My mom's fine. She's good. She's not sure about the whole wrestling thing, but what can I do? It's always been my dream. I was a nerd about it growing up. I watched everything I could get my hands on. I love the Hardys and Lita and that whole period in wrestling history."

"Okay. So who made the decision to call you up? Triple H? McMahon?"

"Triple H. Though I don't think he likes me very much. Or maybe he's not one hundred percent sure on my character. I don't know. I just get this weird vibe from him. But it doesn't make any sense, right? Because wouldn't I still be on NXT if I wasn't ready?"

"That is strange. But don't worry about it. Gimmicks change, but they believe in the person above the character. After all, I was a member of the Spirit Squad and I still made it," Nick said with a chuckle.

"I remember that. You were Nicky," Lucy said with a laugh and before she thought about it she said, "that's what Dean called you this morning."

"Dean? I didn't know you knew him," said Nick with a little too much surprise in his voice.

"I don't know him. He just is...very odd. I met him last night with Roman, though he wasn't very nice and he wasn't this morning either."

"Don't talk to him then. I don't know why he'd be like that, but I will give him an extra hard punch next time we have a match," Nick said with a smile.

"That sounds great," Lucy grinned at him.

An hour later Lucy and Nick reached their hotel. Lucy left Nick and checked into her own room. They were meeting up in a little bit to go workout. For a little bit, she just wanted to flop down on her bed. So she took off her shoes, hit the mattress, and put her phone beside her in case Nick texted her to meet up.

buzz, buzz.

Jesus Christ, Lucy thought. She just saw Nick five minutes ago!

She unlocked her phone and looked at her text messages but instead of a message from Nick, she had a message from an unknown number.

-Sweetheart, I know we got off on the wrong foot. But I think we should be friends.

She shook her head. Who was this message from? Then she remembered Dean this morning and when he called her sweetheart.

Who is this?

-You know who it is.

Dean?

-I knew you were thinking about me.

Whatever.

-Don't lie, princess.

Don't call me that. I'm not anybody's princess and I am most definitely not your princess.

Okay. I will come up with something better, Lilith. I'll see you tonight.

Lucy threw her phone next to her on the bed, with a sigh. She soon fell asleep, exhausted from last night and today's drive.

"We're not just working out today." Nick said as he met Lucy at her room.

"We're not?"

"Well, we are. But Seth Rollins, or Colby, he's been bugging me to try out this Cross Fit crap. I'm dragging you along with me. I'm honestly a little bit scared."

"You, scared? Ha-ha." Lucy wasn't sure about meeting Seth Rollins, after her interactions with Dean, he seemed scary by association.

"Colby is an intense dude! But you'll like him."

As they approached the Cross Fit facility, they saw Seth ready to greet them. They quickly shuffled inside and jumped into Seth's training.

"So, what'd you think?" Seth asked Lucy, after they had done their cool-down.

"I feel like...I've died and been reborn again, then died and was buried alive-Undertaker style." Lucy flopped down on the padded floor, exhausted from this new experience.

"I agree, wholeheartedly." Nick said as he passed out next to her. "But I'm dying to shower."

"Go ahead. But I need a few more minutes to evaluate my entire existence," Lucy said, much to the amusement of Seth and Nick.

Nick, with a little pep left in him, jumped up and headed towards the showers. "Don't miss me too much, Lucy!"

Lucy pressed her face down on the mat in exhaustion.

"So what do you think?" asked Seth, who looked like he hadn't just done the same exact workout as she did.

"I liked it, but it might be a little too hardcore for me," replied Lucy.

"It's like a religion. You gotta be dedicated, but once you believe in it you won't be able to quit it," Seth smiled at her. "I have a question, for you, actually."

"Okay. Shoot."

"Have you met Jon yet?" Seth sounded very intrigued.

"Cena? No. I haven't". Lucy said.

"No, not him. Jon...as in Dean Ambrose."

"Oh. Him."

"You don't sound too enthusiastic."

"He's a confusing man and he isn't very nice."

"He was mean to you?"

"Why is that so surprising? I figured that's the way he treated everyone. He's Dean "Lunatic Fringe" Ambrose after all."

"Jon...Dean- whatever you call him- He fucking loves you, " said Seth. "Well, I mean, he follows NXT pretty closely. He always said that he liked you the best of any of the recruits. I figured he would try to take you under his wing as soon as you got here. Maybe it's because Ziggler beat him to it."

"You're actually fucking kidding me, right Seth?"

"Call me Colby."

"You're actually fucking kidding me, right Colby? When we were introduced, Dean and I-he got all bent out of shape when Joe introduced him as Jon. Like I wasn't valuable enough to call him by his real name. Now you're telling me that he wants to take me under his wing?"

"He is pretty fucking crazy sometimes. I'm sorry".

Later that night, at the Smackdown taping, Lucy was just giving an interview about her match on Monday. Currently, there plans were to save her complete debut match for the next month's pay-per-view. It was going to be a grueling wait, but it would hopefully be worth it.

She stepped into an interview with Jojo.

"Lilith, we all saw your debut last night on Raw. You seem confident in being able to become a part of this highly competitive Divas division, that is full of Divas who have come from NXT the past few years."

"Of course I'm confident. I'm here because I was fantastic in NXT and was able to beat every other girl down there. Paige, and Charlotte, and Sasha Banks came from NXT and are now on top of the world. Why don't I also deserve to be there?" As Lilith began her interview, Paige came up to her.

"And what have you earned, Princess? What have you really proven? I've done everything you've accomplished and more. This is my house!" Paige yelled, obviously unimpressed. She gave Lilith a shove down on the floor and began punching her.

Lilith sold the injury and laid down to make sure they were done shooting the scene. When she opened her eyes, she saw a hand reaching to help her up. She immediately recognized it as Ambrose. She stood up and dusted herself off.

"Dean," Lucy said. She was still bitter about him wanting to be called Dean.

"Lilith," he said, without the obvious sarcasm that Lucy had in her voice. "Come with me".

"What?" she replied, as Dean grabbed onto her hand and dragged her down the hall, into a dressing room. Lucy lightly protested, both irritated by Dean's actions but also curious about him.

She followed him into the room, as he let go of her hand. He shut the door and began approaching her.

"What…." Lucy started to say.

Dean was right in front of her now. Gently, he grabbed both her hands with his.

Her brain didn't let her let go, but her mouth was ready to run a million miles a minute.

"What the heck are you doing, Dean? Jesus Christ."

"Shhhhhh," he went. He let go of her hands and reached up to her face, finally making eye contact with Lucy.

"I will say it again, Dean. What the hell-..."

Suddenly, Dean's lips interrupted Lucy. They roughly hit Lucy's lips, a sharp contrast to his gentle demeanor just mere seconds ago.