Welcome to my new story! My first attempt at something other than a one shot, so please go easy on me! I love being inspired by music and I already have a playlist that has shaped this fic, so each chapter that is inspired by a song will credit it so you can check it out. I own nothing apart from the OC. Please review and let me know what you think! Chapter 1 is brought to you by All Time Low - Weightless

Chapter 1 - Weightless

Rachael sighed to herself in exasperation. "Arghhhh" she screamed out to herself as she hit her head against the steering wheel of her car, tears threatening to fall from her eyes. She'd had the day from hell at work, she'd been passed up for yet another promotion and she wasn't sure how much more she could take of being used as the skivvy for everybody else in her office.

The blonde wiped her eyes, mopping up the tears that were on her eyelashes.

"I will not cry" She muttered to herself continuously as she fiddled with her keys, turning the engine on. Nothing. She tried the key again and the engine made a pitiful noise that sounded much like the one that she wanted to make about the whole situation. "Please, not today" she all but growled as she tried the key again. After a splutter the engine started, and she said a silent prayer that her car would last the short journey home.

Rachael had been in her job for just over two years working as a Charity Co-ordinator, she'd worked her ass off for the charity for every day of those two years. At lunch time her friend and colleague had bounded into the office with a grin like a Cheshire Cat and when Rachael had asked why she was so happy, she had waved her new job description in front of her face rather unceremoniously.

Pulling up at a traffic light she heard her phone vibrate and inwardly groaned when she saw a text from her best friend Paige.

"Meet you at the club at 11 bitch! Can't wait to see your face! Xxx"

There was no way she could get out of it, her friend had made it to the big time and was in the UK for one more night. They'd arranged almost 6 months ago that tonight would be thee night that they set the world to rights, hit the town and paint it red. Well if you can't beat them – join them! she thought to herself.

"I need a quadruple vodka and I need it now! X" Was her reply before she pulled away, singing to the depressing music that she'd elected to listen to on the way home, wanting to wallow in her self pity for a tiny bit longer.

Rachael's dress choice had seemed impressive when she picked it off the shop rail last month, but now as she was standing in front of the mirror ready to go out she'd never felt more naked in the flimsy material.

Her heels were high stilettos, cobalt in colour with a big silver jewelled buckle on the front – she couldn't walk in them now, let alone when she'd had vodka in her. Her matching blue silk dress was thin, and hung to every curve of her body when she moved – it wasn't her usual style, screamed sex appeal and left nothing to the imagination but Paige had insisted she wear it after she sent over a picture.

Rachael had curled her long blonde hair so she was every bit the pin up girl that her features lead to. She looked good, for once she actually knew she did, but that may have been the tequila shots she had downed as soon as she got in from work to get into the mood. Her ample breasts were on display and the dress clung to her small waist and large ass. She had the classic hourglass figure and the dress fit like a glove.

Adding some lipstick and touching up her eyeliner around her blue eyes, she grabbed her purse and headed for the door. Ready to drink away her sorrows and party the night away.

The taxi drive to the club was short, which was one of the perks of living in the city centre. It left her only enough time to text page about meeting arrangements and getting past the bouncers before she pulled up outside the club, neon lights announcing the name of the bar and a long queue of party goers outside.

The music was thumping, she could already hear it from outside as she approached the front of the queue. She was never one to be in the spotlight, not since then, she was glad that she'd had those few shots earlier in the evening.

"Erm, my names Rachael Taylor, I'm on the list" her small voice spoke to the burly bouncer on the door. His eyes roamed her body before doing the same to the list in front of him and turning to her: "No, get to the back of the queue"

"I'm sorry, but my friend text, she said my name was down, she's with the WW-"

"I don't care if your nans the Queen love, you're not on the list, so you're not coming in!" The man spoke back. Rachael sighed to herself, this day could not get any fucking worse. As she turned on her heel, walking past the amused faces of the women in the front of the queue who were whispering and smiling at her she felt a tap on her shoulder.

"Bitch, where do you think you're going" Came the fellow accent from behind her. She swung around and squealed in excitement seeing her best friend in front of her.

"I'm so glad to see you!" Paige said grinning from ear to ear at her friend. "You look smoking!" She held her out at arm's length looking over her like the bouncer had done. Her awful day falling from her mind when she saw her friend's brilliant white smile.

"I could say the same about you Mrs WWE Diva" She laughed back hugging her friend again. "The bouncer was a twat and wouldn't let me in" She explained, causing Paige to pull her by the arm up to the offending Guard.

"She's with me, I'm on the list!" Paige all but demanded stating her name for the bouncer. He looked up, his face scowling at Rachael for getting one up on him. "Thaaanks" Paige sung, elongating the word as he lifted the rope for her.

The blonde followed her friend into the club, walking down the small steps on the inside they were immediately in the dance floor. Rachael watched Paige look around before her friend broke out into a huge grin.

"There they are!" She shouted to her pointing over to a booth. Rachael's stomach dropped. She thought it would be just the two of them, but as she walked over to the booth full of the most beautiful people she'd ever met she suddenly felt self-conscious.

"Guys, this is Rachael, the friend I was telling you about – Rach this is Roman, Brie, Nikki and Dean and you've met the charming Seth before" Rachael rolled her eyes at the introduction but smiled at them all, waving shyly. Paige had teased her last time she met Seth because they'd got on so well she'd practically ignored her friend for the whole night, she obviously wasn't going to let her forget it tonight either. The wrestlers said their greetings back, budging up so the women could slide in next to them, Rachael taking her place next to Seth.

"It's great to see you again" Seth leant over, shouting above the music. He put his hand lazily over her shoulder and pulled her in close hugging her.

"How have you been" Rachael asked making conversation as she played with the hem of her dress.

"Really good thanks, how about you" Rachael smirked, where did she start?

"Yeah, great" She settled with, grinning up at him, glad that she had someone she knew as she watched Paige get into a deep conversation with Roman across the table.

"I'm going to get a drink – you want anything?" Rachael asked getting up from her seat. Seth nodded making a drink gesture to his friend around the table. The girls were in too much of a deep discussion, looking at photos animatedly on Nikki's phone. Roman signalled for the same again and Paige asked Rachael for her usual. The blonde looked over to Dean at the table and she felt taken aback when she was met but his blue eyes staring directly at her, penetrating her with his gaze. She felt her stomach jolt, not sure if she was still nervous by being around her friend's famous colleagues, or because she found him dangerously handsome, but she felt herself take a deep gulp, earning a smirk from him.

"Beer" He said leaning across the table and placing his empty bottle by her, his eyes now at the level of her breasts. He looked at her cleavage, not even trying to be covert about it. "Please" He added, his eyes finally flicking up to hers. She felt herself gulping again and her head automatically nodded, taking the empty bottle and turning with Seth to approach the bar.

"Ignore him" Seth said as he leant up against the bar "He's like a dog on heat"

"A very anti-social dog?" Rachael quirked an eyebrow at him, making Seth expose his toothy grin again. He laughed nodding along enthusiastically. "Yeah, a Rottweiler" Seth agreed. He went to talk to the barman and frowned when he walked straight past him, ignoring his order in favour of the red head at the other end of the bar.

"You know, it doesn't matter that you're a WWE Superstar to these guys, you don't have the goods." Rachael threw her head back laughing at his put out look.

"The goods?" The wrestler frowned.

"The goods!" She grinned back, "Watch and learn" She winked at him leaning forward, making eye contact with the blonde barman. His eyes flickered over her at lightning speed, he'd obviously had practice at that.

"Yes Sweetcheeks" He said coming over to her after throwing the red heads cash in the till. Rachael leaned forward over the bar and his eyes roamed while she shouted her order into his ear.

"Sweetcheeks?" Seth questioned, "That's his line is it?"

"Barmen have bigger egos than even the biggest wrestler in your locker room, you just need to know how to massage them" She shrugged grabbing the drinks one by one, and handing the man a note.

"You've not met Randy Orton" He all but snorted at her. "You know you could've ordered these at our booth" Seth said eyeing her suspiciously whilst trying to change the subject off of sleazy barmen.

"Yeah, but-" She searched for an excuse.

"You know nobody and you're shy, I know that from last time Tyler, stick with me kid, we'll be fine" He said rolling his eyes but helping her with the drinks and walking back towards the booth.

"Dance with me!" Rachael all but screamed in Paige's face. She'd had drink after drink once she got back to the booth and her anxiety had now left her, she was ready to party with the big boys. Paige looked up from her conversation with Nikki and Brie and smiled. She'd not seen her friend so happy in a while, she'd been at the end of many phone conversations where Rachael had been moaning about her job, about where her life was going, or rather the lack of direction her life was taking, that she was glad Rachael was finally letting her hair down – even if that did come at the hand of a ton of alcohol.

"Alright, alright I'm coming" Paige giggled. The blonde turned to Nikki and Brie and their faces broke out into big smiles.

"You two too!" She giggled at them pulling them up by their hands. "My favourite twins" She grinned.

"They're the only twins you know Rachi" Paige shot back.

"Yeah and they're my favourite" Rachael rose her eyebrow at her best friend coyly before turning to the boys at the table.

"Don't even think about it, Blondie" Seth said holding his hands up in defence. She looked to Roman and his expression matched Seth's, turning to Dean she was met with his stoic eyes again, and didn't even bother to ask him the question. She grabbed the girl's hands and led them to the dance floor, expertly swerving through the crowd.

"Rachael seems nice" Roman commented taking a swig of his beer.

"She's great" Seth agreed. "I met her last time we were here, she used to wrestle with Paige back in the day before she started out ring announcing and on commentary" He explained.

"She doesn't wrestle anymore?" Roman inquired frowning, Seth shook his head.

"Some accident or something, she never really elaborated on it, in fact I don't think she really meant to tell me" He shrugged turning his attention to the women on the dancefloor. Paige was doing some exaggerated dance move and Rachael had her head flung back laughing hard, her hair flowing down her back and reaching her pert ass. His eyes ran over her, appreciating how good she looked in her dress, but it seemed he wasn't the only one taking this is an opportunity to study her closely.

"She's hot" Dean joined in making Roman roll his eyes.

"Of course that would be your one and only input on the conversation." Seth said "Don't even try it Ambrose" Seth warned.

"What cause you want her?" He rose one eyebrow suspiciously at his friend, he'd seen the way he was looking at her throughout the night. Rarely did Seth make such an effort when talking to a woman.

"No, because she's actually a nice girl, she's not some ring rat for you to get your rocks off with" Dean scoffed matching Romans earlier eye roll, before getting a cigarette out a packet and heading for the door. "You may as well go and join the women" he muttered.

Rachael was boiling, the bodies on the dancefloor were crowding her and she needed a break from dancing. Her legs felt like they were about to fall off but she was having such a good night. The thought of work flitted into her mind but she instantly pushed it into a tiny little box and locked it deep in her brain. Walking on unsteady feet she grabbed her drink and headed outside for a breather.

Leaning up against the wall she closed her eyes and let the cold, winter English air hit her, causing Goosebumps to litter her pale skin. She heard a cough next to her and her eyes opened instantly looking up to where the noise had come from.

She came face to face with the same stoic eyes that had run themselves over her body early in the evening.

"Hey" She smiled, tucking a loose curl behind her ear, smiling up at the blue eyes that were still penetrating her, looking into her soul. His eyes looked cold and he showed no emotion as he approached, but it felt like he was able to read her brain and find out her deepest, darkest secrets. Those secrets.

"Having fun?" Dean mused, leaning up against the wall next to her, joining her in watching the British party goers as they came to and from the club, going about their nights. Something about him made her uneasy, but she still couldn't deny he was downright gorgeous. His curly, unruly hair was all over the place, and the light stubble that adorned his jaw made her want to feel it brushing up against the own face, or against the inside of my thigh – she thought to herself. Her thoughts were cut off when she realised he was staring expectantly at her. She'd completely missed his question and now he had caught her looking.

"Y-y-yeah" She said wavering, she started nodding her head erratically "Yeah" she reiterated with more confidence in her voice. "It's nice to see Paige again, I don't see her nearly enough" Dean watched how her face lit up at the thought of her best friend.

"I heard you met her wrestling back in the day, you don't do that anymore?" The Ohio native asked, making conversation. He instantly watched her tense up at the mention of her early wrestling career and she looked down at the ground, her air of confidence leaving her.

"Mmm. Wasn't my kinda thing. I was much better at announcing and commentating" She shrugged. Dean couldn't help but think he'd hit a sore spot, stopping with his interrogation. His fleeting guilt left him almost instantly, as if he'd see her again to care what the hell made her tick or what deep rooted issues were flying about in her pretty little head. He flicked away his cigarette, blowing one final long puff and standing on the stub with his boot.

"I'll see you in there, Princess" He said turning on his heel and walking away leaving the blonde with her thoughts. Rachael sighed, why did she feel so on edge around him? Taking in another deep breath she pushed herself off the wall and walked into the club to find her friends.

The women were still on the dance floor, partying their hearts out to a Beyoncé song she vaguely recognised. Nikki spotted her and animatedly started waving her over to join them. She wrapped her arms around Rachael's shoulders and kissed her cheek.

"Paige, I love your friend!" She beamed at the dark haired Diva. "She's so cute!" Rachael laughed at the drunk twin, catching her as she stumbled a little on the dancefloor.

"And you're way too drunk, Bella" Paige noted watching her best friend struggle to keep her upright. "You can't handle your alcohol like us, Brits" Paige looked over to Rachael who was giggling along with Nikki as she flailed her limbs in an attempt to dance to the change of song. "- ok maybe not all Brits" She laughed.

"Shots!" Nikki outstretched her hand, almost smacking Brie in the face.

"SHOTS!" Rachael returned doing the same. The pair spotted the barman selling shots as he went round the club and grabbed him. The look on his face made Paige hold her sides laughing, he didn't know what to do with his eyes and was more than surprised when they started manhandling him.

Rachael spun around looking over to the guys that were sat at the table still. She rose one of her eyebrows as she saw they had been joined by a blonde woman in a dress so short it should've been classed as illegal, sat in Dean's lap with their hands all over each other. She hadn't heard much about Paige's colleagues from the Diva, so she wasn't really clued up on who was cool to hang around with and who was a total douche, but after the first night of meeting Dean there was something about him that set her on edge. The masochistic side of her wanted to find out more about him, wanted to learn what was going on behind that cold exterior, but there was a side of her that was too damaged to want to put up with that kind of risk. She turned to Seth's warm smile and passed around some shots to the others, before signalling to down them in one.

Nikki stuck out her tongue at the rancid taste as the liquid ran down her throat and buckled forward holding her stomach.

"Oh god, I'm gunna be sick" She shouted above the music.

"I think we need to get you home, N" Brie said as she rubbed her sisters back. Nikki looked up at her sister and nodded in agreement. She knew it was a bad move to have shots, but something about the British club was infectious.

"I'll call a cab" Paige said, pulling her phone out and calling one of the many English taxi firm numbers she had learnt growing up in the city.

"Can you book one for me too please" Rachael spoke up checking the time on her phone.

"No way, you're no where near ready to go home yet. You're staying with me tonight" Paige said waiting for someone to answer the end of the phone.

"Yeah Blondie, the night is young" Seth said putting on his jacket and throwing an arm over her shoulder. She grinned up at him, grateful for how nice he had been tonight.

"They'll be outside in five" Paige announced as she finished her drink and grabbed her coat. The rest of the group followed suit, Dean unceremoniously pulling the blonde along like a rag doll as they left.

"It happens a lot, just be thankful he didn't get his first target" Seth whispered in his ear making Rachael laugh.

"And who was that?" She asked intrigued.

"You." Seth's reply made her stop in her tracks and frown. She felt her stomach flip and knew instantly that her masochistic side had won out. Dean was hot, Dean was dangerous and she was sure that he'd be everything that she wanted in bed. She laughed off Seth's comment and clambered into the mini cab.

"This is fucking amazing" Rachael gasped as they walked through the lobby of the hotel. She wasn't quite sure she'd ever been somewhere so posh before and she immediately felt out of place.

"Come on Chick" Paige could sense her unease, pulling her through the grand lobby, into the lift and up to the floor that the wrestlers were frequenting for the night.

Rachael watched as Dean and his conquest walked ahead, he was whispering something into her ear and she could hazard a guess at what the context of the conversation was. He grabbed his key card out of his back pocket and disappeared into a room further up the corridor, murmuring a goodbye to everyone and slamming the door shut.

"Glad I'm not rooming with him tonight" Roman sniggered at Seth.

"Yeah, at least we'll get some undisturbed sleep"

"This is us guys" The twins said, Brie was holding Nikki up by this point as she swayed along the corridor. "Nice to meet you Rachael" the petite brunette smiled at her kindly.

"You too-"

"RACHAEL!" Nikki shouted opening her arms up to embrace the blonde in a warm, long hug.

"Nikki" She laughed back at her, reciprocating the hug.

"I love you, you can't leave us!"

"I'm not leaving you, you're leaving me in this awful country" She laughed.

"Come with us!"

"I can't I'm afraid, but when you're back in April, I'll be right here ready for another awesome night out ok?"

"I'm holding you to that" She smiled kissing her on the cheek.

"It's a date" The blonde winked waving goodbye to the twins as they retired for the night.

"And then there were four" Seth said, his arm still around Rachael's shoulders. "Come back to ours for a night cap ladies"

"We should get to bed" Paige said looking at her friend worried as she swayed.

"Paiggeee" Rachael whined like a child "Just one, please" the puppy dog eyes were all it took to make Paige give in.

"Ok, one more" She sighed, following Roman and Seth back to their hotel room.

Paige was worried, she knew Rachael was unhappy, but now in the safety of 2/3's of the Shield's hotel room, she was spilling her heart out to her two friends and Paige was realising just what a rough time she was having as of late. Roman had excused himself to go to bed so he could ring his fiancé and daughter and that left Seth, Paige and Rachael to have a deep and meaningful conversation over their whisky night cap.

"I'm 25, I've done nothing with my life – you guys travel the world, you perform in front of millions of fans, you do awesome things – I sit at a desk, get overlooked for promotions and have more paperwork now than I have dreams!" Rachael sighed exasperated.

"You need to pack it all in, pack a suitcase and go and travel, get out of this rut and live life on the edge a little" Paige said as she watched her friend mull over her drink. She looked over to Seth who had placed a hand on her knee, stroking her skin with his thumb.

"That's not me" She protested pouring herself another whisky, making Paige frown "I'm not that person and you know it"

"You used to be!"

"Things change" She shrugged, smiling weakly at her. "There's only so many times you can get knocked down before you give up"

"Every day is a chance to start a new chapter of your life" Seth spoke up "It's all down to you." The girls both looked at him blankly before bursting out laughing, Rachael fell back holding her sides as she tried to catch her breath. "What?" Seth turned a light shade of red and couldn't help but join in with the laughing of the two ladies he was spending the night with. "That's the last time I try to help" He sulked, crossing his arms in a playful.

"Awh Seth, I appreciate it. You guys are the best" Rachael smiled at him, her hand grasping his and giving it a squeeze.

"Now that you're no longer being a negative nancy, I think we should get you to bed." Paige said taking the tumbler of whisky out of Rachael's hand. The blonde grabbed it back quickly, downing the last bit of whisky and smiling up at Paige as if butter wouldn't melt in her mouth.

"Come on Blondie, your Mum's spoken" Seth laughed helping her up as she started hiccupping.

"Oi Rollins, someones gotta look after her or weird men like you will try it on" Paige said hitting him playfully.

"I try and cheer her up and my motives are questioned" Seth raised his hands in mock defence. "Night, Blondie" He said kissing her cheek but was taken aback when she enveloped him into a deep hug.

"You're pretty" Rachael replied with a small devilish smile, looking him dead in the eyes, inches from his lips.

"Come on, Rachael – before you embarrass yourself!" Paige interrupted the drunken moment, pulling her away from Seth.

"Night Seth!" Rachael grinned waving him goodbye with a wide smile.

"Night, Rachael" He said back rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly as he watched Paige struggling to leave with Rachael in tow.

Rachael's head hurt. The room was spinning and her mouth felt like she'd been eating sand the night before. She winced as the light filtered in from the gap in the hotel curtains. She vaguely remembered leaving Seth's hotel room last night, or more Paige dragging her out of his hotel room. Her mind flittered back to her emotional outburst with her best friend. She had resolved on the drive home from work yesterday evening that she would put up the fiercest of fronts to her friend so she wouldn't worry but it seemed that alcohol made her lose lipped.

She sat up, blinking a couple of times and looking at her surroundings. Looking around she saw the room key and a note from Paige to tell her she had to be out of the room by 11am, and that she could have Breakfast on her down in the restaurant. She smiled at her friends note, but felt her heart sink. She couldn't believe she'd missed saying goodbye to her, she wouldn't see her for at least six months now.

Another note on the side table caught her eye making her frown in confusion. There was a plane ticket on the side and immediately she was worried that Paige had forgotten her ticket. She picked it up looking at the time and date, it must've been Paige's ticket because it was to New York, which is where she had told her she was headed next. It was dated for today and after a glance at the clock she realised her friends flight was in three hours time. She grabbed her phone to call her but remembered that it had died in the cab home after all the selfies she'd decided to take of her and Nikki. Looking back at the side table she saw a note scribbled out, obviously quickly, because the writing was scruffier.

I don't know where you're going, but there's room for one more troubled soul Xxx

She stared at the note for what felt like hours before she realised that Paige must have left it for her. Taking a closer look at the ticket she realised that her name was written on it in small print right at the bottom. A one way ticket to America. She stopped, rooted to the sofa that she'd woken up on. Why had Paige left her this? She couldn't leave the UK for America, there was no way she could. She had a job, and responsibilities, a flat, debt. She couldn't just leave. Could she?

Seth's words rung in her ears. "Every day is a chance to start a new chapter of your life" she may have laughed at the time, but maybe he had a damn good point. She looked at the time again. She could go and pack a few things, give her next door neighbour the key and sort everything else out from America. Even if she didn't decide to stay, she'd still have her flat to come back to, she would've just had an amazing holiday instead. She grabbed the hotel room phone.

"I need a taxi please, as soon as possible" Rachael blurted down the phone before the clerk could mutter a Hello.

Rachael was having second thoughts as the black cab whizzed her through the city. She spotted the signposts for Heathrow Airport and gulped. This was it. She'd packed as much as she could cram into her suitcase and resolved that if worse came to worse she could just buy more clothes if she needed them, that or steal them from Paige – which was always one perk of having a friend that was sort of the same size as you.

Giving the cab driver some money and an extra tip she slammed the door behind her. Breathing in deeply and looking up at the directions board, she headed for departures. Checking in was easy, and she breezed through security quicker than she thought. She had half an hour before her flight boarded and she needed to track down Paige to let her know she'd taken her up on the offer. She hadn't had a chance to charge her unreliable phone, so she just had to rely on scouting the whole airport to find her.

She headed for the gate where her plane would be boarding, thinking it was the most logical place to start and was relieved when she saw a mass of dark hair and her heavily eyelinered eyes. She sped up, running as quickly as she could through the departure lounge, her small carry on in tow. She noticed the familiar mop of blonde curly dish water curls from last night and locked eyes with him. The look of confusion wasn't lost on her. Hell, she was just as confused as he was. Approaching Paige she faltered when the look of confusion matched that of Deans.

"What are you doing here?" She said, her voice was low and her words were slow.

"I got your note and I decided, fuck it. There's nothing left for me here anymore so I'm coming with you" She beamed at her, her voice quicker, trying to get her words out and struggling as her excitement was bubbling over.

"What? Are you still drunk?" Paige was looking at her suspiciously, by now the friends she was talking to were looking at her in confusion too. She'd never met any of them so to them it must've looked like she was some weird fan that was stalking her. Paige noticed the looks from her colleagues and pulled her away from the crowd over into a corner.

"No I'm not drunk" Rachael said back, her excitement now gone. Had she got this horribly wrong? "There was a plane ticket left for me, it had some cryptic note with it about having room for one more. You must've left it." Paige shook her head absolutely dumb founded. "If you didn't, who did?" She asked confused.

"I Did" Came a voice from behind them. She swung around and her mouth fell open in surprise.

"Seth?!"

Please review :) You may or may not have guessed the next chapter is based on Fall Out Boy's Alone Together.