Last chapter, here we go - hankies at the ready!
I'll summarise at the end :)

ONE LAST CHANCE

Randy was unsure of how fast he was driving at this rate – he avoided gazing down at the dashboard - as the car sped down the freeway towards the airport. All he knew was that this was his last chance to speak to Michelle before she left, and he had no idea what he was going to say to her.

"I just wanted to tell you," Randy recited aloud, before wrinkling up his face and shaking his head. "No, no, Michelle, I..." Another headshake, before his voice turned to little more than a whisper. "I love you Michelle."

This was going to be easier said than done. He'd been in love with her for so long, but his reluctance to admit it had forced him into a speechless state. Ever since that shuttle bus journey, he'd been secretly powerless to her; that half-smile that often spread across her face, her sarcastic, deadpan sense of humour, an excellent taste in movies, not to mention that when they made love, the way everything just seemed to fall into place.

They fitted together so perfectly. Michelle was right for Randy, more right than Sam ever was; he just wished he'd seen it sooner.

Blaring out of his car radio, 'So Contagious' by Acceptance never seemed so appropriate.

Could this be out of line?
To say you're the only one breaking me down like this
You're the only one I would take a shot on
Keep me hanging on so contagiously
Oh you're everything I'm wanting
Come to think of it, I'm aching
On account of my transgression.
Will you welcome this confession?

Reaching a traffic light, Randy rested his head against the steering wheel. The only way to get out of this predicament was to be honest, and however Michelle reacted, he'd have to accept.

Waiting at airports could be so boring.

Aimlessly flicking through dull celebrity magazines, Michelle attempted to entertain herself whilst she waited in the airport shop for her plane to arrive. The flight to Iowa was been delayed by an hour, and Michelle couldn't help but feel bored. She didn't give a damn what Brad and Angelina were up to; she was ready for her fresh start, and that would start with her getting this damn plane to Iowa.

With a languid sigh, she pulled her cell phone out of her pocket, and noticed that she'd received a text.

Can't wait to see you. Text me when you arrive, I'll meet you at the airport – Mark X

Yeah, a fresh start. Michelle tried to avoid a public smile; she'd be back on Smackdown with her real friends, and with her boyfriend. On the inside, she was glowing. She'd spent so long feeling depressed and downhearted; it was nice for her to have something – and someone - to look forward to.

Before she could get too excited, however, she knew there was one final phone call she had to make. Dialling in the ever familiar number 7 on her speed dial, she was so glad when there was an answer after just two rings.

"Hi Michelle," The familiar voice of Maria came through the end of the line.

"I didn't expect you to answer," Michelle admitted. "I'm glad you did, though."

"What's the fun in staying angry forever? I'm sick of being upset. Plus, John's too much of a douche for us to fight over." She chuckled softly.

"How are you?"

"I'm actually really good; a lot better than I expected myself to be," Michelle could've sworn she heard the redhead smile. "When Vince called me into his office and told me I was going home, I didn't think things were going to be good again. But I've got a lot lined up."

"Oh yeah? Like what?"

"Celebrity Apprentice is getting me tons of coverage, plus I've got the album coming out in the spring, and I'm working as an interviewer for MMA." Michelle didn't expect a list like that. "Everything is really good."

"I'm glad things are working out for you, Maria." She paused. "And I'm sorry about how things turned out. Between us, I mean."

"Me too." Maria agreed. "You know if you ever need someone to talk to, I'm always at the other end of the phone. You're still like my sister, Michelle. I'll never stop loving you."

Michelle felt a warm glow in her stomach. "That means a lot, Ria."

"Maybe the Raw roster and I will cross paths at some point in the near future."

"Yeah, maybe." Michelle decided not to ruin the nice moment by telling Maria the truth. The truth had a tenancy to ruin everything.

"Melina, we have a problem." Randy spoke into his cell phone, which was on speaker phone, sat on the dashboard of his car. Trouble was emerging, and he needed the Latina's help.

"What's up?" Melina asked. "Have you reached her?"

"No, there's a pile-up on the freeway, and I don't know if I'm going to get to her in time!" Randy exclaimed.

"No!" Melina cried. "What are you gonna do?"

He sighed, "That's where I need your help."

Hanging up her cell phone, Michelle finally ended her long conversation with Maria. Before she left for a fresh start, she knew that she had to clear the air with the girl she considered to be like a sister. It wouldn't be the same if she knew Maria was still angry with her.

Michelle took a seat in the waiting area, and looked outside the window. It was seven am, and the early morning sun was pouring into the airport, burning at her eyes. She wasn't adapted for the mornings yet. Digging into her bag to pull out a pair of sunglasses, the sound of her phone ringing stopped her.

"Hello?" She answered.

"Michelle, it's me." Melina said. "I've been trying to call you for ages; you need to come into the foyer of the airport."

"Melina, what're you doing? My plane's arriving-" She looked down at her watch. "-Now!"

"You left your laptop on the desk of our hotel room," It was the best lie Melina could come up with.

"I could swear I packed that-"

"But being the amazing person that I am, I'm in the parking lot and I've got your laptop right here with me!" She said proudly. "Meet me in the foyer as soon as possible!" Before Michelle could answer, she'd hung up.

Laptop? Michelle could've sworn she remembered packing her laptop. She distinctly remembered putting it in her suitcase... Oh well. It wasn't the kind of thing the blonde could just leave behind, so she got to her feet, and began making her way to the reception.

'THE PLANE FOR FLIGHT 23 TO IOWA HAS NOW ARRIVED.' The voice from the intercom chimed.

"Shit," Michelle muttered, as she began sprinting towards the reception area as fast as her tired legs would carry her. She kept on running into she collided with someone, falling to the ground with a hard thump.

A deep voice from above her said, "I was hoping I'd run into you, but it looks like you've already done that for me." Michelle looked up and saw an outstretched hand and a familiar smirk.

"Randy?"

Taking the outstretched hand, Michelle forced herself to get to her feet; however the confused expression on her face told the whole story. "What're you doing here? What's going on? I'm supposed to be-"

"Meeting Melina?" Randy cut in. "No you're not. You're supposed to be meeting me."

"Why's that?" Michelle asked.

"I got your letter." Randy told her. There was a noticeable distance between them, but neither of them had the nerve to darken it. "I...I just wish we could've said those things sooner."

"You feel the same?" There was an element of hope in her voice.

Randy nodded. "I realised it a long time ago, I just wasn't willing to admit it." He dug into his pocket and pulled out the letter than had plagued on his mind. "You said there was so much you needed to tell me, and I feel the same. There's so much I need to tell you."

"Like what?"

"Maybe that I'm madly in love with you, and no matter how hard I try to deny it, you never escape my dreams." He admitted. "I fell asleep at night, and when I should've been thinking of Sam, it was you there. You were the one I wanted all along, but there was something holding me back." Michelle's silence insinuated for him to carry on. "I feared rejection. I feared that maybe you didn't want me back."

Silent tears spilt from Michelle's eyes as he spoke, and it was at that moment that she decided to close the distance. She stepped towards Randy, and the closer she got, she noticed that she was not the only one who'd got emotional; a single teardrop was sitting on Randy's right cheek. Michelle used her thumb to delicately wipe it away. She rested her other hand on the back of Randy's neck, and rested her forehead against his shoulder.

"I love you so much, Michelle." He pressed his lips against the side of her head, inhaling the coconut scent of her hair. "I don't want you to go to Smackdown, because I've let you go too many times before, and I can't do it again. I just can't."

Michelle looked up, and as her eyes caught Randy's, she tenderly allowed her lips to touch his, before he responded passionately. She was finally his.

'THIS IS THE LAST CALL FOR FLIGHT 23 TO IOWA. FLIGHT 23 TO IOWA'

"No! Timing hates us!" Michelle giggled. The pair laughed through their kisses, as the intercom interrupted their kiss. Michelle was choking on her tears, as Randy cleaned her damp face with the sleeve of his jacket.

"Don't get on the plane," He begged in a whisper. "Stay with me."

"I'll stay with you." Michelle nodded, pressing her lips against his again.

"We're going to make things right." Randy confirmed. "It's you and me now, Michelle, and nothing's going to get in between that. Let's forget the past-"

"I don't want to forget the past." Michelle interjected, kissing Randy quickly. "It made us what we are now; stronger than ever."

Randy nodded in agreement, before leaning in to kiss Michelle again.

It didn't matter that they were in the middle of an airport. It didn't matter that Randy was in the middle of a divorce, or that Mark was waiting for Michelle in Iowa. It didn't matter where they'd been, or even where they were going.

What mattered was that they'd finally got to the placed they'd so badly longed to be.

Okay, so it was a lot longer than most of my chapters, but it was the final chapter, and I had to end it exactly how I wanted it to. I couldn't have asked for a happier ending :)
Thank you to everyone that kept this story going. That's all of you that reviewed, that faved, or that recommended it to friends!
This is bittersweet for me, as I've become very attached to this story and this couple.
I hope you all enjoyed reading Need You Now, because I've loved writing this. I hope you'll all keep reading and reviewing my stories, and keep the Michelle/Randy love going!

...MELISSA XXXX