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Dorothy (Dottie) O'Connor rocked to the rhythm of the sewing machine. Drew McIntyre needed his performance long jacket thing sewn up, the inner liner had come apart and Cait needed to deal with some sort of design issue with Alexa Bliss.

Dottie was oblivious to the things going on in the hall and the rest of the venue where Monday Night Raw was being held. Her eyes followed the line of the tear, overlapping the other edge of the side to create a seam. The hum of the machine was really enjoyable, though mastering the rhythm was initially daunting when she started out, it didn't take her long to forget about the world around her.

She'd been in her own world, in that place where there was nothing scary to lurk. She was with her job, something that she was thankful for. But then coming on the road, her only special places were the locker rooms where they set up the costume departments and her bunk on the staff bus. It was when Fergal, or Finn Bálor when he was performing, had stopped by to say hi, she felt that safety net shatter. That had been a while ago now, but it meant something to her whenever he even spoke to her.

Like the last time, when she cried when he didn't win the Money in the Bank ladder match. Of course she lost a bet to Rami, or Sami Zayn, which just made her feel worse. Fergal was nice enough to come by to see if she was okay, so that made her happy to the core and moon.

"Dot?" Drew McIntyre said as she was fingering the fixed seam. "You done yet?" He brought her out of her long thoughts of the Irish wrestler.

"Why are you so tall?" She asked as she stood up with his performance jacket. "It's bigger than me. I can play magic tricks with it. Now you see me, now you don't."

He laughed. "Yeah, my wife thought the same thing when I met her."

She looked at him. He was dark in hair, but he had bright blue eyes. Fergal was similar, only he was black haired with the same light blue eyes. But where Drew was big in height, Fergal was big in personality. Fergal was less tan than Drew. But the two of them had unique vocal tones, like music in her ears. Drew rolled his Rs, but Fergal's voice was lighter and more enjoyable to watch his mouth move when he talked. He also had nicer hands.

"I heard Rami upset you, Dot." Drew said. "Are you okay?"

"I lost twenty dollars." She held his jacket out to him. "I don't like Rami at the moment."

"Well, you're in luck. He's heading to Birmingham to check over his shoulder and back." Drew smiled at her.

Caitlin O'Connor, Dottie's younger sister, walked in. "What's going on?"

"Rami's gone. Good, he's rude." Dottie said as she went back to her chair.

Cait looked at Drew. "Really? For how long? Is he okay?"

"He's been having shoulder and back issues so they are checking him out in Birmingham." Drew said. "Good work on this, Dot."

"Thank you."

"Has Finn been by yet?" Drew asked.

"No."

Dottie looked down. She hadn't seen him either, usually he was the first to stop by before the show but not that Monday after Money in the Bank. He had told her about going out to eat, a dinner date. But he hadn't been by at the time.

"Well, I'll leave you to it, then." She looked up when Drew waved before leaving with his repaired performance coat thing.

Cait sighed. "Damn, what a day, huh?"

"I guess. Why? Did something happen?"

"Nemeth," Cait rolled her eyes.

Nick Nemeth, or Dolph Ziggler, was a superstar who never really seemed to talk to Dottie. Cait was the one that dealt with the superstars and their designs and the people like Triple H, all Dottie had to do was fix clothes.

"Is he being mean? Or rude?" She asked.

"Not to me, he isn't." Cait dropped her design book down on the small card table they had set up in there. "How are you doing?"

"I fixed Drew's performance coat thingy." Dottie picked up the BC logo jacket that Fergal gave her the night before.

"Do you want me to go find Fergal?" Cait asked.

"No," she glanced at her sister. "No. He needs to get ready for the show."

Cait pulled at her hair. They had the same red hair, but Cait's was shorter. Dottie liked her ponytail, even if the back of her neck got extremely hot when it was warm out.

"Nothing needs fixing." Dottie said.

"Yeah?" Cait looked around. "I guess you're right. Maybe they are being smart about their shit, huh?"

Dottie shrugged. "Maybe."

"It has nothing to do with you, Dot." Her sister's voice was tight. "And if it was, I would raise shit. Mr. H wouldn't let that happen."

Mr. H, also known as Triple H, or Paul Levesque. He was nice, when he was around. Him and His wife usually worked corporate but sometimes they came around. Mr. Angle was another person that showed up from time to time, asking how things were going. Those early days were hard, especially leaving that facility.

"Mom keeps calling." Dottie said. "She calls your phone."

"Yeah, well screw her."

"Screw who?"

Dottie looked up fast. Fergal was standing in the doorway in his ring gear. She looked away, her mouth not working right, any coherent thought had gone out of the window.

"Mommy dearest. I keep declining her calls and she just keeps calling. But then again, maybe it should have been her that was put into a crazy farm." Cait picked up her papers.

"How are you doing, Dottie?" Fergal asked.

"I'm okay because Rami isn't here." She glanced at him as she tried to find something to occupy her hands.

"Yes, I'm aware of that. I actually came by to ask if I could use my BC Logo jacket tonight. I'm wearing my MITB attire again."

She looked at the red leather jacket next to her in a chair. She'd worn it as they were loading the room up but had gotten a little too hot. But it hadn't left her side because it still smelt like him.

"Sure." She picked it up and headed over to him. Look at his face, look at his face… "Here."

"Are you doing anything after the show tonight?" He asked.

Her hand began to shake at her side. "No. I don't think so."

"I've been asked to come by SmackDown Live tomorrow. We'll be driving out tonight." Cait said. "Why?"

"I wanted to fulfill my promise of taking you to dinner, Dottie."

Cait and Dottie looked at each other. "I thought you would have forgotten." Dottie's fingers curled around the hem of her shirt she was wearing.

"I keep my promises, Dottie." When his hand brushed up against her back, it sent heat to all her extremities.

Cait made a sound. "This better not be a game, Devitt."

"It's not, Cait."

"Are you busy tomorrow?"

"I can drop her off, I was thinking of meeting with Gallows and Anderson and Styles anyway. Becky's been wanting to chat for a while."

"But I have to help set up the locker room." Dottie looked at her sister.

"No you don't. The other costume department workers will do that." Cait said. "This is a good chance for you to get out of your routine."

"But…" her lower lip quivered.

"Dottie," she looked at Fergal. His hand came up to her back. "Please? For me? Have dinner with me."

His thumb was rubbing her lower back. She may have enjoyed being around Fergal, even with him in his ring attire, but she knew where everything was supposed to go on all their setups, right to where even her sewing machine was supposed to be setup.

"I'll be gone at night, Cait."

"You'll survive. You've always survived without me being there." Her sister crossed her arms. "It'll be no different than traveling by bus, or by car. I have full trust in Fergal, don't I?"

Fergal nodded. "Yes, absolutely."

His hand was still on her back. Her toes had electric sparks in them as she looked at him.

"Then you have nothing to worry about."

"But I do." Dottie mumbled. "I worry all the time."

"Cait, can we have a minute?" Fergal asked. "I'd like to talk to Dottie alone."

Her sister sighed. "Yeah. I have to deal with something anyway." She smiled at Dottie, the kind that didn't look right.

She was alone with Fergal, the last time that she was in a room with a man something bad happened. And Fergal was down to just little spandex things, his boots and his jacket in his hand. The door stayed open this time.

"Dottie, look at me." Fergal rubbed her back. "We're friends, aren't we?"

"Yes," she sighed. "But, I don't want to leave Cait."

"I get you have routines, we all do at some points. But I want to spend time with you." His hand went up to her shoulder blade. "I need to get to know you better, Dorothy."

He'd never said her proper name. She was Dot or Dottie to anyone else.

"Why? Why bother?"

"Why? Because," he sighed. "You never stopped believing in me. And do you know what I believe?"

She shook her head. Dottie glanced at his chest where a freckle was sitting on the right side.

"I believe you can do anything you want, if you just believe in yourself."

If she didn't know what she believed in, how could she believe in herself? But his face was calm, tilted to the side and slightly down so that she could look at him in the eye.

"Okay." She nodded. "I'll leave with you tonight."

"Okay. I'll bring this right back." Fergal bumped her with his hip. "Can I have a hug before I go?"

She only had to turn to face him and when she did, Dottie felt his arms go around her upper back, rubbing her shoulders. His beard tickled her the area between her shoulder and neck but he smelt good. A warm heat spread out through her stomach as she reached up to put her hands on his back. With no idea where to put her hands, or what to do with them, she let them rest there.

"I'll be back, Dottie." He rubbed her shoulder when he pulled back.

Then he left while pulling on the red BC logo jacket. He stopped, turned at smiled at her and then finally left.

Her lower lip quivered after he left. Hands shaking, Dottie had to sit down.

Why did Fergal want to do this so sudden? Why was he insistent on taking her out to dinner? Sure she liked him, he was a great guy but…

A tear fell down her face.

I got bored, wrote this. It will be a short story, in four parts. Hope you guys liked it.