She was 27, shy, hurt, about to give up on love and finally starting her dream job. He was the 36 year old world heavyweight champion, twice married, cynical and a photographer's nightmare. Naturally she'd been given him as a test to see if she would be able to hack it in the world of the WWE.

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"Excuse me Mr Bautista sir," the young photographer asked quietly interrupting the man's conversation,

"Oh sorry, look I'm really busy at the moment can you come back later? I'll get you an autograph and that I promise I've just got a damn photo shoot in a minute." He thought she was a fan, she thought he was a Greek Adonis.

"I know sir, I'm your photographer. Jamison Alister at your service," she nervously smiled at the large man, her new co-workers had warned her of the man's short temper when it came to photo shoots, he hated them with a passion, or so she'd been told.

"Oh geeze, I'm sorry. I just haven't seen you around here and you've got that camera and well I put two and two together"

"That's understandable, I've just started. In fact you're my first shoot"

"Wait, yes I remember being told that I was getting a new photographer, I didn't listen to the name though, sorry. I hate shoots with a passion; to me it's all just a blur of random bull." He thought she was so cute when she blushed, she thought his voice was heaven. The champion followed Jamison towards the room designated for photo shoots, once they were inside Dave Bautista prepared himself to pose in which ever way the girl wanted him. It was clear that she was nervous and there was no doubt in the man's mind that she'd been given him as a test. He knew that he was considered the worst WWE Superstar when it came to photo shoots, it wasn't his fault if he hated having to pose in unnatural positions and get his photo taken, was it?

Yet there was something about this girl, he couldn't put his finger on it, he simply didn't want this new photographer to be kicked out on the street. Besides, she looked incredibly familiar and was quite cute, besides her accent was gorgeous, if only Dave could remember what it was.

"You look familiar, have I met you before?"

"Actually yes," Jamison blushed and Dave couldn't help but smile,

"I ran into you in Auckland Airport once, like literately. We were in the Qantas Club Lounge and I wasn't paying attention and walked past the glasses spun around to go back and missed you by like an inch. Then we both went to grab the same jug of water, I got a photo and we flew to LA together, you got caught going through security and looked over at me grinning." He thought she was incredibly cute, she wished the ground would swallow her up.

"Ah yes I remember now, you mom was moving to America. Man, the look she gave me! I thought she was about to whack me one"

"Yea, she can get like that. She was shocked that you'd be involved in such behaviour when you've got kids of your own. But she's harmless. Can you turn to your left slightly, a little bit more, perfect." She tried to focus on her job; he couldn't help but gaze into her eyes,

"So you're from New Zealand then? That's where your accent is from?"

"I was born there yes, but I grew up in Australia. So my accent is mainly Australian"

"How long have you been living in America?" He asked, trying to keep his face locked in his Animal persona.

"About 6 years or so," the woman replied sighing. She was shocked; based on the stories she had heart she was expecting growling, near temper tantrums and worse. Instead she was getting a polite and easy going guy.

"Do you like it here?"

"Yea it's alright, not too sure about the education system, though up until just recently I did work in it Myself."

"Yea, I question it too. I'm concern about what my children are really learning, I plan on taking them around the world and giving them a hands on geography lesson when I get a decent amount of time off"

"Awesome, you can stop clenching your teeth we're finished. And if I haven't screwed up the photos terribly this will be your last shoot for at least a month" Jamison smiled knowing that the man hadn't been enjoying himself yet glad that he hadn't taken it out on her.

He was utterly confused, she was utterly smitten. They had both given up on love a long time ago and neither of them could decipher how they were feeling, though Jamison managed to put it down to a simple hero crush; she had been watching the man wrestle for years and perfectly remembered the day that she'd run into him. Perhaps meeting him that day is what had made it possible for her to talk to him without stuttering and stammering like a moron. He wanted to get to know her better; she didn't want to ruffle any feathers.

"That… wasn't that bad, actually, that was the best photo shoot I've ever done" Dave burst out laughing causing Jamison to go week at her knees, his laugh was so infectious and she soon found herself laughing along with him.

"I think I'm going to demand that you and you alone do my shoots from now on, I've never felt so relaxed. I've got to film a promo soon but would you like to get something to eat after the show? It's got to be better than sitting around a hotel room," Dave rushed out, feeling like it was the first time he'd ever asked a girl anything.

"Well, actually, I live near by so I'm not staying in a hotel tonight. And I really need to get home after the show." He was disappointed; she didn't want him to find out her secret.

"But next week I'm free," she smiled hoping to make up for her blunder; he sighed opening the door with intention of returning to his locker room, slightly disheartened.

"Well I'll talk to you next week then Jamison," he prayed that she got her name right; she nearly passed out at the fact he had.

"Sir, please call me Jamie"

"Jamie it is as long as you call me Dave, I'll see you next week" Dave smiled slightly, still fairly down in the dumps at her rejection.

Just then a small body collided with his legs causing him to stumble slightly,

"Have you seen my mommy? I want to see my mommy!" The boy cried, clearly distressed. Moments later a woman Dave recognised as the company's child care director came into view,

"Elijah how many times do I have to tell you, your mother is working, she'll be back soon. You cannot run around the arena"

"MY NAME IS ELI! Have you seen my mommy?"

"Who is your mommy?" Dave ignored the director and knelt down to speak to the young boy. The boy looked strangely familiar and it slowly dawned on Dave that he shared similar features with the photographer he'd just worked with.

"Ja… I don't remember. I'm only three!" Jamie had closed her eyes and taken a deep breath the second she'd heard her son's cries, hoping that Dave wouldn't realise that he was indeed speaking to her son.

"Well do you remember what she does?"

"Ummm…"

"Does she fight people?" Dave asked miming fighting actions.

"No"

"Does she paint faces?"

"No"

"Does she take pictures?"

"Yea that's what she does! She's a… a… a… photgafer"

"A photographer?"

"That's what I said" Eli announced proudly, determined that he'd gotten it right.

"I think I know where your mommy is" Dave whispered to the boy keeping a firm arm around the child's waist,

"Really?"

"Yep," Dave smiled and could now understand why Jamie had to leave once she'd finished work, although it did indicate that she might be married. Batista felt an instant attraction (not in the sexual way) and bond with the young boy and could tell that he was a very charismatic and easy going child. In one quick swipe Dave picked the boy up and pulled himself to his feet.

"Your really big mister, like a bear"

"That's why they call me the Animal" Dave turned around and returned to the room he'd just been eager to get out of,

"I think I have something that belongs to you," Dave smiled and held Eli out to his mother,

"Eli, I told you to stay with the nice lady."

"I don't like her she keeps calling me Elijah! My name is Eli, you even told her that," the boy was quite a smart child for his age. He knew his name and he knew that on his birth certificate it said Eli as opposed to Elijah, however everyone had a strange obsession to call him by what they considered to be his full name.

"Eli, I have work to do! You know that I don't like this new arrangement any more than you do," Jamie said finally realising that her son was still in Dave's arms.

"Why can't I stay with you while you work? I want to meet the wresslers too!" Eli said refusing to accept his mother's arms.

"Because you can't, I'm sorry. I told you this is how it was going to be, you could have stayed at home with gran and grandad but you insisted on coming."

"Sorry to interrupt a mother-son moment but if you need some help I could look after Eli" Dave offered making sure to leave off the 'jah' that the young boy seemed to despise.

"Really? Can I mommy?"

"You want to take my son?"

"Yea, sure he's a cute kid. I have a promo to film but there will always be someone around who'd be more than happy to look after him. That is of course if you and his father don't mind" Dave said smiling at the child still in his arms, he'd found the perfect opportunity to find out if the woman was married.

"I don't have a daddy! It's just me, mommy and gran and grandad. Sometimes my aunt and uncle come over but other than that it's me, mommy, gran and grandad. 'Cept mommy's not going to be around very much any more," Eli's face dropped at the thought of his mother no longer being around.

"I'm sorry Dave; if you think you can handle him I would love the help. I'm sure he'd enjoy it and I'll come and get him as soon as I finish my last shoot. I wouldn't be surprised if he falls asleep soon, just make sure you don't give him any caffeine. I wasn't going to make a big deal about him but Eli is why I need to get home as soon as I finish. Next week he won't be with me so I'd love to go for a meal with you."

"Wait! You won't come for a meal with me because you have Eli? Bring him with you, I know it will be a bit late but last time I checked every three year old loves ice cream"

"ICE CREAM!" Eli piped up once more still in the safety of the Animal's arms,

"You're in for it now Mr Tough Guy, you mentioned the I word, now you've got now choice but I bet you'll be wishing you didn't by the end of the night"

"Well see about that" Dave smiled and shifted the position Eli was on his hip before saying his goodbyes and heading towards his locker room.

He thought she was gorgeous and that her kid was awesome; she thought he was her knight in shining armour, a man who actually wanted to look after her child.

A/N: I don't know if I'm going to write more let me know what you think ok.