Trinity
Chapter 15: Shawn Fcking Michaels

There were days when Rohan was sure she would lose her mind if she had to waste anymore time backstage at a WWE event. It was the furthest thing from 'fun' for her, and she was fairly certain that her eardrums or eyeballs would start bleeding if she had to hear the fans screaming for this bullshit form of entertainment for another night.

But Randy had invited her, and he had been sure to mention that Logan was going to be bringing Lauren along for her first taste of the wrestling action. Rohan was well-aware that Randy was baiting her, using this information about Logan and Lauren to play on her new-found insecurities. And she was equally aware that she had whined one too many times about her former friend in her boyfriend's presence. He was bound to use it against her at some point. Frankly, she would have been disappointed if he hadn't.

Rolling her eyes as Lauren fawned over yet another muscle-bound moron and giggled at whatever stupid story Logan was telling her. At least Rohan could be certain she had never acted like such a fool. Not even when she had been new to this world and under Logan's 'spell'.

Because more than ever, she was convinced that's what it was. Logan held them all under some sort of spell. There was no other explanation. Lauren might have thought that she had been wrong about him before she met him, but daily Rohan found herself questioning that position. Was it that Lauren had been wrong, or that she was just now falling under the very voodoo magic that she had warned Rohan about in the first place? And if Logan was some sort of Satanic wizard, how had Rohan broken from his spell? Had she? Or was he allowing her just enough rope to hang herself? Was he letting her question just enough, to wonder just enough, before striking her down? Before taking everything she thought he was offering?

She had to take a walk. She couldn't sit by and watch Lauren's breasts spill all over Logan's arm any longer. There had to be a way to get back into his good graces because, whether she liked it or not, staying in Logan's limelight was essential to her survival. If she didn't claw her way back to his side, she was going to fall away, and she couldn't have that.

"You're Rohan, right?" a voice interrupted her thoughts as she rounded the corner.

Snapping her head up, she smiled and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. The smile was neither recognition nor pleasure. It was reflex. The first expression she made when greeted by someone who knew her name. Appearances were the most important thing in the world. If she didn't look approachable, her stock would fall. She had learned that before Logan had come along. "Yeah. Rohan McKeehan."

The man nodded and tipped his straw cowboy hat slightly. "Shawn Michaels," he introduced. "You're Randy Orton's girlfriend?"

Oh, Shawn Michaels. The man whose name she had heard almost as much as Logan's falling from Randy's lips as of late. "I am," she nodded. Sometimes she wondered how much of a lie that really was anymore. Admitting it, confessing, seemed to come so naturally. She wasn't seeing anyone else, and even if she only saw Randy publicly, he was, indeed, the closest thing to a boyfriend she had.

The expression on Shawn's face clouded, almost instantly. Crossing his arms over his chest, he nodded his head toward her. It was as if he wanted to say something, to insert some sort of opinion, but thought better of it. In recent days, this man had transcended humanity, into some sort of vulgar legend around Rohan's world. But looking into his piercing blue eyes, she couldn't imagine anything evil or backhanded ever coming from him. At least not the way Randy described him.

"You don't approve?" she asked, finding herself somewhat amused. Nobody approved of her relationship with Randy. At least, nobody behind the scenes of his business. In his company. Among his brothers. It wasn't the relationship they didn't seem to abide, but rather her pseudo-partner that they abhorred. It wasn't hard to see that nobody liked Randy. Hell, most of the time Rohan couldn't blame them.

But Shawn just shrugged. "I see a lot of myself in him, ya know?" Shaking his head, he bit his lip as if deciding whether or not he should elaborate. "I used to be an arrogant little prick, too. Back in the day. I thought I had the world at my feet. Thought I deserved it. That I had earned it."

That pretty much summed Randy up in fifty words or less. "So there's hope for him?" Rohan teased gently, leaning her back against the concrete wall behind her. Truth be told, Shawn seemed like a nice guy. So different than the other men she'd known, both here in the company, and outside of it. There was something good about him, something that seemed to rise above the corruption she saw all around them.

"Guess that depends," Shawn shrugged.

"On?" Rohan asked, finding herself driven to take in everything that he said, hoping that some of his sheer goodness might rub off on her.

Shifting his weight from his right hip to his left, he rested his hands on his waist. "On who he turns to for help."

She didn't need further explanation. Rohan knew exactly what he was saying. If Randy turned his life around and stopped relying on Logan for help, he might stand a chance of turning out okay. Of course, she realized, that would mean sacrificing everything that was so vitally important to Randy. That's what Shawn was saying, wasn't it? That hitching himself to Logan's star was dragging Randy's reputation into the mud. But Rohan knew as well as anyone that Randy didn't care about his reputation. He cared about being on top. No matter how he got there.

"You see, Rohan," Shawn started, checking his watch before continuing, "I believe that God created us as dependent creatures. We need assistance from someone. I believe that He intended we lean on Him for what we need, to meet our needs." With a shrug, he met her eye steadily, without fear. "Some people turn the other way, to a path of their own choosing."

Before she could contemplate any further, a harried stage hand rounded the corner and motioned to Shawn with his arm. "I've been looking for you everywhere, Shawn," he gasped, trying to catch his breath. "Vince wants you to go over your match with Cena for the night."

Shawn simply waved and took off without another word, but Rohan couldn't help noticing that the stage hand hung around until he was sure the veteran wrestler was gone. Returning his gaze to Rohan, he grinned dopily. "Can I get you anything, Ms. McKeehan?"

He reminded her of one of the stupid PA's on her films - the ones who nearly pissed themselves to get her attention. "I'm fine, thanks," she rolled her eyes and walked past him, not really caring if he thought she was a bitch or not. Were it not for him, she would still be chatting Shawn up, and feeling somewhat at peace. For the first time in weeks, she hadn't worried at all about Logan or Randy or her own demise. For the first time, she hadn't felt the knot in her stomach. And then this little idiot had shown up to interrupt it.

"Ya know, for what it's worth, your boyfriend shoulda been in the main event tonight," he called after her, as though kissing her ass about her boyfriend would win him point. As if she gave a damn about Randy's position on the card. "Guess seniority really does mean something, huh?"

She barely heard the question as she rounded the corner, but something stuck in her head and rattled through her brain. Seniority? Is that why Shawn was in the main event? Because he had seniority over Randy? Or was it something else? Consequences. Prices. Regret. Favors. Words tumbled through her, and over her. Something didn't make sense. Something didn't add up. Seniority shouldn't matter - not in the system as she had come to know it.

Shawn had been overwrought at New Year's Revolution. She remembered clearly the way Logan had instructed Randy to keep an eye on the older man. He said that he'd received a phone call. A strange one. She had seen with her own eyes the way Shawn had pleaded with Logan before that match, and the way her mentor had assured him that he need not worry.

"It's a go," he had promised.

What was a go? Shawn and Hunter were friends - she had known that much from being around them. Did Shawn know that Logan was angry at Hunter for taking time off? Was that the problem? Was that why he'd been so upset? Or was it something different? Something Randy had said earlier in the week echoed in the back of her mind, bringing everything into a sharper focus than Rohan had seen for as long as she could remember. "I'm fucked. Shawn called in a favor and I'm fucked." If this main event was Shawn's favor . . . she stopped cold and felt a maniacal smile tweak her lips when she saw Randy making his way toward her, brows tensed in concentration.

"Randy," she reached out to grab his arm, only to find herself shaken off in his haste to make it to gorilla in time for his big entrance.

Turning, Randy's eyes met Rohan's and he could see something brewing behind them. Something was on her mind, he just didn't have time to hear it. "Find me after my match," he instructed and hurried on his way without waiting for her response.

The plan rapidly formulating in her mind, Rohan breezed past Logan and Lauren, en route to Randy's dressing room. If they spoke to her, she didn't hear it. It didn't matter. She knew what she had to do. And she knew how to get her man to help. And if they pulled it off, the world wouldn't know what hit it.