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“Chances Are” Ch. 4 (Book 2 In the “Chances” Series) Finn Bálor X OC

Pairing: Finn Bálor X Female OC Summary:

After a traumatic childhood and a murder attempt that left her with a heart condition, Miracle Seanoa wants nothing more than to find some peace and fulfillment in her life. Working as a writer for WWE, she's shocked when Stephanie McMahon takes a gamble on her skills and assigns her to a new RAW roster member. None other than Finn Bálor—the man who'd long ago saved her life and captured her heart.

Finn Bálor left his career as a police officer behind in order to chase his true dream of becoming a professional wrestler. Working incredibly hard within NXT, he soon finds himself drafted to Monday Night RAW. He's shocked to see Miracle again, but even more shocked is he to see what a stunning woman she's become.

However, someone else has had his eye on Miracle for a long while. With his infatuation turning to a deep, dark obsession, he's not going to give up on her easily. Finn will have to resort to his past skills as a cop, to protect the woman he loves. Because if her weakening heart doesn't kill her, her stalker just might...

Disclaimers: I own nothing or anyone associated or affiliated with WWE. I own only the original characters. This is just a fictional story that came from my imagination. Chapter Content & Trigger Warnings: Violence within a nightmare

Chapter 4

Finn hurried down the hallway, eyeing the dressing room doors as he passed each one. His teeth were clenched, etching his face with determination. He would not be deterred from his current mission.

The next door he came to boasted the name he'd searched for.

"D'a Miz," he scoffed under his breath. "What kinda name is d'at?" His accent grew thicker as his anger escalated. He knocked on the door and adjusted his stance so he could get in a quick punch to Mike's face.

Only the door didn't open.

"If you're looking for Mike, he should be coming back anytime," a referee told him as he passed by the Irishman. "He just finished a match."

Finn nodded at the ref in acknowledgment, too focused on the beat down he was eager to give to do anything else. Suddenly, he heard Mike's music blast on, and he decided to meet him near gorilla. Just as he reached the little nook, Mike came sauntering through with Maryse not far behind him. A cocky grin spread across his face as he neared Finn. Making sure Maryse was out of harm's way first, Finn held his hand out to Mike and smiled.

"Hi. I'm Finn Bálor. I was just drafted t' RAW t'night."

Slightly scoffing, but humoring the newcomer, Mike took hold of Finn's hand and gave it a quick shake. "I'm Mike. This is my wife, Maryse-"

That was as far as he got as Finn's fist collided with his face in a right hook, followed instantly by a left hook. Mike staggered into the wall from the force of the blows, and slid down to the floor.

"Oh mon Dieu! Qu'est-ce que tu fais," Maryse shrieked frantically in her native tongue. "What do you think you're doing?"

Finn ignored her and stared intently into Mike's eyes. "Do ya know who's daughter Miracle Seanoa is, lad?"

Mike was clearly seething as he stood to his feet. "I should have you fired before you even get to-"

"Answer me, or ye'll get more 'o my fists, Mikey," Finn snapped, interrupting his temper tantrum. "Do. Ya. Know. Who. Miracle's. Da. Is?"

Maryse visibly paled as she realized where Finn's question was leading.

"Yes," Mike finally answered. "Joe Seanoa."

Finn smiled, though it didn't reach his eyes. "I imagine he could hurt ya a lot more d'an I could. And d'at's sayin' somet'ing, lad, because right now I want not'ing more d'an t' kick y'r wee li'l balls up int' y'r t'roat." Mike started to reply a sharp retort when Finn punched him once more, in the mouth this time. "Shut up, an' listen, Mikey," he growled. "From now on, ye'll have not'ing t' do wit' Miracle. Not'ing. Do ya understand?"

"Fine," Mike responded, glaring darts through Finn with his eyes.

"She has a heart condition, and she had a spell wit' it t'anks t' d'a very last minute coffee stop ya made 'er do. Next time, get y’r own coffee. 'M I understood?"

Maryse spouted something off in French again and pointed her finger at him. "Anybody can walk a couple of blocks! If she can't handle something so simple as that-"

"Yeah, it's called cardio," Mike sneered. "Maybe if she'd have taken care of her body, she wouldn't have a problem with her heart-"

Finn gave no warning as he tackled Mike to the floor and proceeded to pummel his face with punch after punch. Only vaguely aware of Maryse's outcries, he rose up and stomped Mike in the stomach for good measure. "She was poisoned by a psychopat' when she was just a child. D'a poison induced a heart attack. If t'weren't for d'at, she'd be leadin' a completely normal life. Speak about her d'at way again, and I WILL kick y'r balls up int' y'r t'roat." He straightened his leather jacket and looked over at Maryse. "Ya have ten minutes t' get y'r husband out 'o here, before I go let Joe know what he did t' Miracle. And I would get him out 'o here. What Joe'll do t' him will probably make what I did pale in comparison." He turned and walked away then, intent on finding Joe.

Maryse scrambled to help Mike to his feet.

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"Really, I'm so glad you're here, brother," AJ Styles smiled and clapped Joe on the back. "You should have been here a long time ago in all honesty."

The two had bumped into each other in the halls and took their conversation to AJ's dressing room. They both sat on the small sofa that lined one of the room's walls.

"Well, I'm just thrilled to have finally made it," Joe replied. "I'm happy for you too. I feel like we all worked so hard over at TNA only for Dixie to run the company into the ground-"

A knock sounded at the door and AJ called out, "Come on in."

Renee Young stuck her head in the door then. "Oh, good. You're here, Joe." Her forehead creased with concern. "Listen, you should probably get back to the trainer's office," she said softly.

"What's happened," Joe asked, immediately on his feet. His face paled visibly. "Miracle?"

She nodded slightly. "She had a spell with her heart. Finn Bálor took her to the-" Her words were halted as Joe and AJ quickly moved to brush past her.

"Her bag," Renee said softly, handing Miracle's handbag over to AJ as they charged by her. Then they were running down the hallway, headed for the trainer's office.

A couple minutes later, they reached the door and looked into the office. Miracle lay on a cot, sound asleep on her back; an oxygen mask on her face. Her breaths appeared to be deep and even.

"She seems to be okay now," AJ whispered, relief evident in his voice. "Otherwise, I doubt Gerald would have left her alone."

Joe nodded, some color returning to his face. "Every time she has one of these spells… I kill myself wondering if… If she'll survive it."

AJ put his hand on Joe's shoulder. "She's stronger than she looks, Joe. She'd hate for you to think of her that way."

Joe nodded again, "I know. But she's my little girl. I'll always worry about her." His jaw clenched. "Sometimes, I envy Ella. She's the one who got to kill the sicko that did this to her. But I guess it went down the way it was supposed to. Ella deserved to be the one to kill him—what he put her through."

Finn appeared around the corner and jogged up to Joe and AJ. "D'ere ya are," he greeted. "I've been looking all over for ya. Sorry-"

"Is she okay now," Joe asked him in a whisper, motioning toward Miracle.

Finn nodded, "Yeah, I t'ink so. She had some sort o' spell—fainted for a few minutes. I rushed her back here. D'a trainer gave her some oxygen and then some of her meds and she seemed to feel better—just sleepy."

"Thank God," Joe sighed. He looked over at Finn as he leaned his back against the cinder block wall. "Thanks, brother."

"No problem," Finn replied softly. He looked over at her and then back at Joe and AJ. "I'm riding to the hotel with AJ. Miracle can ride wit' us, and I can stay wit' her t'night if ya want—make sure she stays okay." He rubbed the back of his neck. "I can call ya if she has any problems."

Joe eyed Finn a moment and then finally nodded. "I'd appreciate that. Let me just say goodnight to her."

Finn reached out and grabbed his arm then. "Ya may want t' pay Mike Mizannin a little visit when ya get t'rough."

Joe's black eyes narrowed, and he was instantly on alert. "Why?"

"He may have aided in Miracle's spell wit' her heart. Right before the show started, he made her walk a total of four blocks t' get him and Maryse a coffee. The second she got back she had t' start on interviews." He saw the fury brewing in Joe's eyes and added, "I already paid him a wee visit. But I t'ought you'd like to also."

Joe nodded immediately. "Oh, yeah. Definitely. But first…" He entered the trainer's office then and walked up to Miracle's sleeping form. "Miracle? Honey, wake up," he whispered, gently nudging at her shoulder. "I need to know you're okay."

Miracle's eyelids fluttered slightly and her head shifted a little to the side before her eyes fully opened. "Daddy?"

Joe smiled softly at her. "Yeah, Daddy's here. Are you feeling better, baby?"

She nodded with a reassuring smile, and reached up to tug the mask from her face. "I'm fine now, Daddy. Don't worry. Just sleepy is all."

"Finn's going to stay with you tonight to make sure you stay that way. Okay? He'll call me if you have any more problems."

"Okay," she agreed with a slight yawn.

"Do you want to sit up a minute? Let your head adjust to being upright," Joe asked. At her nod, he supported her upper body as she shifted to a sitting position on the cot. She held her hand to her head a moment, letting the initial swimmy feeling dissipate.

"You okay now, darlin'," AJ drawled. He and Finn entered the room, eyeing her with concern on their faces. He handed her red handbag to her and kissed her forehead.

"I'm fine, Uncle AJ," Miracle smiled softly, brushing her long black hair over her shoulder. "Don't worry about me."

"Impossible, kiddo," he replied. "I'll drive you and Finn to the hotel. Do you have your luggage here?"

She shook her head, "No, it's in my room already. Thank goodness."

"Well, let's all get to the hotel and try to get some rest," Joe suggested. "Especially you," he told Miracle, kissing her temple.

"Try not to worry about me," she scolded Joe lightly, returning the kiss to his cheek. "I love you, Daddy."

"And I love you," Joe replied. He shifted his gaze to Finn. "Take care of my little girl, okay? I'm going to go find Mizannin."

"I'll take good care 'o her," Finn returned. "She'll be fine." He looked over at Miracle then. "Ya ready t' go get some rest, lass?"

She nodded and moved to stand to her feet.

"Nope, I don't t'ink so," Finn smiled softly, and lifted her up from the cot instead, situating his arms around her back and under her knees.

"No, Finn," she protested softly, trying to struggle out of his hold. "I don't want anyone to see that I have to be carried."

"Miracle Kalani," Joe turned around away from the doorway and scolded her. "You are not walking from here to a car." Then he turned back and hurried out the door in search of Mike Mizannin.

"No one'll see," Finn reassured her. "D'a show's still goin' on. Most everyone is up front."

Miracle nodded slightly, looking a little unsure. "Won't you get tired, carrying me so far?"

Finn chuckled and jostled her tenderly. "You're light as a feat'er, honey. I could carry two 'o ya from here t' the hotel."

Miracle flushed at his words. She could feel the strength in his arms. And standing at only five-foot-three, and a hundred and ten pounds soaking wet, she realized he was probably right.

Within minutes, Miracle was settled in the backseat next to Finn, and AJ was driving down the street.

She had almost nodded off again when she heard AJ ask, "Miracle? Darlin', did you get to eat today?"

She raised her head from the headrest. "Not really. I had oatmeal at breakfast."

"D'at's all," Finn asked in astonishment. "Ya've got t' be starvin'."

"I'm kind of hungry," she admitted, laying her head back against the headrest again.

"What are you hungry for, kiddo," AJ asked. "Whatever you want, I'll stop and get it."

A dreamy smile crossed Miracle's face and she said softly, "One of those cold shrimp platters in the grocery stores. And lemon juice."

AJ laughed, "You got it, sugar."

About ten minutes later, AJ parked at an Aldi's grocery store and went inside for Miracle's food. Finn glanced over at her, and saw she'd fallen asleep again. She appeared to be dreaming however. Her head shifted against the headrest and a little whimper passed her lips. Her left hand kept clenching into a fist.

He reached over and took her hand in his, lightly brushing his thumb over the back of it. She sighed softly, and seemed to settle into her sleep as her fingers curled around his.

And that was when he noticed the silver claddagh ring sparkling on her finger.

With the heart pointing toward her.

Engaged or married, he thought. But t' who? Stephen Farrelly, maybe? Is d'at why it's a claddagh ring? Why didn't Joe say anyt'ing?

He took that moment to look her over in the light from the store's windows. He'd not had time to really take an in depth look at her appearance at the arena, because he was too busy worrying about her.

As he looked at her now, he no longer saw the young girl he'd befriended. He saw a breathtaking woman. Her skin was a little darker than her mother's but still much lighter than Joe's, and not a single blemish marred it aside from the small scar where Fournier's bullet had nicked her bicep. Her Samoan heritage mixed with her fair skin and made her appear even more exotic. She was extremely thin, but not bony. She obviously took care of her body, despite what Mike had implied earlier. Her long, black wavy hair traveled past her waist, and there appeared to be an abundance in thickness. Finn stopped himself when he realized his hand was reaching out to touch the silky mane.

His gaze fell on her mouth next. Her lips were full, and glistened with a sheer gloss which made them appear even fuller and he could only imagine how soft they'd feel—how sweet they'd taste—underneath his own. He suddenly groaned at himself. I should be ashamed… Oglin' her while she's asleep, he thought. She's Joe's daughter, for cryin' out loud!

Thankfully, AJ chose that moment to return to the car and within seconds they were headed down the street to their hotel.

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AJ rolled both his and Finn's luggage across the parking lot while Finn carried Miracle toward the hotel entrance. They entered the building, and Miracle instantly felt many eyes on her, apparently curious as to why she was being carried.

"People are staring at me," she whispered self-consciously, leaning in close to his ear. Her arms tightened somewhat around his neck, seeking comfort.

Finn nearly shuddered from the pleasure of her warm breath brushing over his skin. Clearing his head, he forced a mirthful reply. "Don't worry 'bout it, li'l lass," he said, jostling her slightly with a smirk. "They probably just t'ink d'is really dashin' lad is carryin' his beautiful new bride t' the honeymoon suite," he teased. "Don't sweat it."

Miracle giggled softly at his teasing and rested her head against his shoulder. "I've missed this."

"What," he asked, as AJ walked ahead of them and pushed the button to summon the elevator.

"You. Making me laugh—helping me forget my troubles."

"I've missed it too," he admitted, shifting his gaze down to hers. "I remember our endless Monopoly marat'ons like it was yesterd'y."

"You always cheated," she exclaimed, playing with the zipper on his jacket.

The elevator dinged then and the door slid open.

"I resent d'at statement," Finn shot back in mock outrage. He and AJ both stepped into the elevator and AJ pushed the button for their floor. "Ya always took it way too seriously anyway."

"Of course I did," Miracle laughed. "It was Monopoly!"

Moments later, the small group of friends were on the fifth floor of the hotel and headed to their rooms. They stopped at Miracle's door, and she pulled the key card out of her handbag. Quickly sliding it through the lock while Finn still cradled her, she opened the door and they stepped inside.

"Wow, how'd you get a suite," AJ asked, setting Finn's luggage by the door and eyeing the large hotel room.

"Well," she started as Finn gently set her on the sofa and then sat down beside her. "When I called to make a reservation, all the single rooms were taken, so they were nice enough to offer me a free upgrade."

"Niiiice," AJ remarked, placing her bag of food on the kitchenette's counter-top and checked out the rest of the suite. He noticed the bedroom then. "Ah, two beds. This wound up working out well. You won't have to put Finn on the couch or the floor and then drive yourself crazy about it all night."

Miracle laughed. "You know me way too well."

"You're a sweet girl," AJ said, returning to the sofa and hugging her. "You care about others, almost to a fault at times."

"Woman, Uncle AJ," Miracle said, returning his hug, and choosing to ignore the second part of his statement. "I'm a woman now, ya know."

AJ chuckled. "I know. I just don't like to face that fact." He ran his hand through his shoulder-length hair then. "Well, your food is on the counter. I trust Finn can take it from here." He bent down and kissed her cheek. "Love you, kiddo."

"Love you too, Uncle AJ," Miracle said softly, returning his kiss. "I'll see you tomorrow."

"IF you're feeling better," he said. "If you're not, I expect you to ride with someone to Buffalo, and then get some rest at the hotel."

"I will," she agreed. "Now quit worrying. Go get some rest for yourself."

AJ chuckled and moved to get his luggage. "All right. You guys take it easy," he said, then stepped out the door, closing it behind him.

Miracle looked over at Finn. And he looked at her. An awkward silence ensued. But finally, she gained the courage to speak.

"I've missed you," she said softly, turning herself on the sofa so she was facing him.

"I missed you too," he said, scooting closer to her.

She was silent a moment, unsure of what to say next. And then, she just blurted it out. "But...you didn't take my calls," she whispered, sadness thickening her tone. "I needed to hear your voice."

Finn closed his eyes briefly against the guilt he felt at her mournful words. "I couldn't take y'r calls, lass. My phone got lost when I was shot. I lost all my contacts-"

"You were shot?" Miracle's eyes widened, and her breaths came and went much quicker.

"Yeah. I was. But I'm okay now," he said quickly, giving her an encouraging smile. He reached over and squeezed her hand.

"How'd it happen," she asked, returning the squeeze of his hand.

"I was involved in a shootout at a bank. A robbery had been f-fouled up," he stuttered and avoided the mother of all curse words in front of her.

She giggled slightly. "I'm not a kid anymore, Finn. You don't have to avoid cursing in front of me."

"Ya may not be a kid, but ye're a lady and I try not t' curse in front o' ladies," he replied, with a quirk of his lips. "Anyway, there was a hostage taken. Everything is a bit of a blur after d'at, but long story short—I took a bullet and was in a short coma. My phone was lost or stolen, I'm not sure which."

Miracle nervously glanced down at her hands. "I'm really, really sorry."

"What for, lass," Finn asked, tilting her chin up, forcing her to meet his gaze again.

"I never gave you the chance to explain why you didn't take my calls. My pride was hurt. I was…embarrassed. And I couldn't face you. But, I didn't know. Nobody told me you'd been shot."

"Y'r parents didn't tell ya, because d'ey were afraid f'r your heart, honey," he said softly. "D'ey didn't mean t' keep ya in the dark."

She nodded, "I know. But… You could've died. I would've never known-"

"Shhh," he said, tugging her toward him. His arms wrapped tightly around her and held her close. "I pulled through. I'm fine. And now I'm gettin' t' do what I truly love."

His hand stroked over her hair and then rubbed soothing circles over her back. Miracle closed her eyes soaking in the comfort he offered her as she curled into him. She breathed in his scent—some sort of light masculine fragrance mixed in with the smell of his leather jacket.

"I'm so happy for you," she said softly. "And I'm happy you aren't in such a dangerous profession anymore. I mean, I know wrestling can be dangerous too, but it's different. You at least don't have to worry about being shot anymore." She lifted her head and smiled up at him. "And you have a family and friends that you can be around, now." He looked down at her, an unreadable expression on his face. "I-I think I'll go get a shower now," she stammered slightly, unable to read him and becoming uncomfortable because of the fact. "I'll be out in a few minutes." Hesitating only a moment, she reached up and kissed his cheek. She giggled when his trimmed whiskers tickled her lips. "I love your beard."

Finn laughed. "Well, t'anks! I'm pretty fond of it myself." He stood to his feet then and motioned toward her food on the kitchenette counter. "Why don't ya go get comfortable, and I'll fix yer dinner for ya?"

"Sounds good, thank you," she said. "I'll get my shower, and put on my nightgow-" she flushed suddenly and faltered. "My pajamas." She rose up from the sofa then and realized her mistake as she swayed from the sudden movement.

"Whoa, d'ere," Finn reached out and steadied her. His hands lightly gripped her upper arms. "Are ya sure ya should shower? If ya get dizzy ya could slip and fall. If ya were t' faint again…"

"I'm okay, Finn," she said softly. "I promise. It's just the first time I have stood on my own in a couple of hours. And I stood too quickly. I'm not dizzy now." She became aware of his thumbs stroking over the skin of her arms and felt the prickly sensation of goosebumps spreading over the areas he touched. "I-I'll go clean up now," she whispered. With that, she left his embrace and grabbed a few things from her suitcase, then headed into the bathroom.

Shaking his head like an etch-a-sketch, and taking some deep breaths to rid himself of the desire he was feeling for her, Finn ambled over to the kitchenette, deep in thought. God, da sound of 'er laugh, he thought, recollecting her giggle after she'd kissed his cheek. She truly is killin' me.

He couldn't deny the attraction he felt for Miracle. But he felt guilty for it. He knew a relationship would most likely go nowhere for them. He was way too old for her, and not to mention he was best friends with some of her family and close friends. What if things went sour between us, he wondered. Friendships would be destroyed. Not t' mention, I'm afraid I'd hurt her. I don't really do "relationships". He unbagged her food, needing something to do. But… I'm very attracted to her. This will drive me nuts until I- He groaned in frustration. Till I shag her, and get her out 'o my system. And there was the problem. He couldn't do that to her—use her in such a way.

Sighing, he got back to his task of preparing her food. He saw that AJ had bought some disposable condiment cups and cutlery for her meal. He quickly set about cutting the organic lemons in half and juicing them into a couple of the little cups. Then he pulled out a fruit cup of mandarin oranges next as well as a bottle of water. By the time Miracle emerged from the bathroom, he had her food set up and ready to go.

He glanced over at her as she walked through the living area and nearly swallowed his tongue.

Her long black hair was still slightly damp from her shower, and she wore a lavender spaghetti-strapped nightgown that clung to every sweet curve of her tiny frame. And while the garment nearly went down to her ankles, there was no disguising her lithe figure. The neckline—relatively modest—only showed a hint of cleavage, but was enough to send his blood boiling and rushing south in a hurry. She was the perfect blend of svelte muscle-tone and soft curves. She's goin' t' be the deat' of me, he thought. Because Joe and AJ both definitely will kill me.

"I'm sorry about the nightgown," she said softly, noticing his intent gaze on her body. "I like to wear pretty things to bed, and well… I'm rarely at home to where them. So I try to enjoy them while I'm-"

"Hush, lass," Finn said, his full lips quirking up at the corners. "Ya look lovely. I'm not findin' y’r attire offensive in d'a least."

A light flush crept up her face as she smiled. Then her eyes fell on her dinner laid out on the bar. "Oh, yummy," Miracle exclaimed, brushing her hair back over her shoulders. She sat down at the bar and eyed the seafood. "This is such a huge platter," she smiled at Finn. "Help me eat it?"

A twinkle in his eye, he picked up a shrimp, "Sure." He held the large shrimp up to her mouth. "Bite."

She giggled, "Well, that's not exactly what I meant by helping me eat it, but… Dip that sucker in the lemon juice first!"

He complied and then held the shrimp back up to her mouth. Miracle bit into the juicy seafood and sighed in ecstasy. "Oh, my…" She chewed a few times and swallowed. "I haven't had shrimp in forever!"

Miracle moved her hand to grab another shrimp, but Finn jovially batted her fingers away. He plucked another one up from the platter and dipped it in the lemon juice, then brought it up to her mouth. Again, she bit into it, all the while laughing happily. This continued until about half of the large platter was consumed. "You eat the rest," she said softly. "I'm stuffed."

He smirked at her, forgetting his earlier trepidation. "Okay. You feed me now."

"You're so silly," Miracle chuckled, but did pick up a shrimp and dipped it into the lemon juice. She held it up to his mouth and burst out laughing again when he took the shrimp in his mouth and playfully nipped her fingers.

"You bit me," she squealed, lightly slugging him on the shoulder.

"That I did, lass," he replied, a sparkle in his eyes. He swallowed the shrimp after chewing it. "Want me t' kiss it better?"

Was that a dare, she wondered. Before she realized what she was doing, she'd lifted her hand toward his mouth. "I think that's only fair," she said with a raised eyebrow.

Licking his lips, Finn took her hand in his and finished lifting it to his face. He brushed his mouth over her knuckles and then moved down to her fingertips. Miracle watched breathlessly as he trailed his moist lips across her fingers then lightly swiped his tongue across the tip of the one he'd bitten. She gasped as he took the slender finger in his mouth and suckled it firmly.

"Oh," she whimpered as heat flushed her entire body. She felt it pool in the lower pit of her stomach and throb with a vengeance. Having never felt anything like it in her life, she became frightened. She gasped again and shot to her feet, refusing to show Finn another sign of dizziness. She grasped the bar as her head adjusted to her standing. "I… uh… I'm going to go brush my teeth and get ready for bed. I'm pretty tired now, okay?"

"Sure," Finn said, eyeing her suspiciously. He couldn't tell if he'd freaked her out or flustered her. "I'll just get a shower when ye're done in d'a bat'room."

She nodded, and hurried to the bathroom to scrub her mouth. Five minutes later, she came out and gave him a shy smile. "Bathroom's free," she informed him.

He returned her smile and nodded as he entered the bathroom next. Miracle sighed softly and laid down on one of the beds in the bedroom. More confused than ever, she closed her eyes. Finn's acting so strangely, she thought. Is he just treating me like an adult friend now, or is he actually attracted to me?

Her mind finally shut down as exhaustion set in. Within minutes she was asleep.

When Finn came out of the bathroom, that was how he found her. Asleep on her bed, laying on her side, her hand pillowing her pretty face.

She was the most beautiful sight he'd ever seen.

What am I doin', he asked himself. I can't seem t' stop flirtin' wit' her. But all I'll do is hurt 'er. D'at's all I've ever done.

Puffing out a sigh of sheer frustration, he turned out the lights and flopped onto his bed. Unfortunately for him, it took a while to fall asleep.

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Miracle opened her eyes to find herself in pitch black darkness. Her heart rate picking up speed, she reached a hand out to feel her surroundings. Her fingers brushed over bars. Cold, steel bars.

"No," she whispered in terror. She knew without a doubt she was back in the cell Fournier had held her in before he reunited her with her mother. She rubbed her eyes and opened them again, desperate for the scene to disappear.

It didn't.

"No, please," she whispered again, shivering as she huddled on the hard concrete floor in the darkness.

She'd never gotten over her fear of darkness after that terrifying time in her life. She'd, from then on, slept with at least a night light on.

"Miracle," Fournier's voice said in a sing-song voice. A light switch flicked on and she was momentarily blinded as the light flooded the cell. Fournier appeared at her cage door and let himself in. "You're mother is misbehaving. I need you to help me teach her a lesson."

"It's a dream," Miracle whispered to herself. She remembered Fournier saying those exact words to her—among others—before shoving her into her mother's cell. "I've already lived this. It's just a nightmare." She glared up at Fournier. "I won't help you. Ever."

"I think you will, pretty girl," he said, his demeanor oozing confidence. "I think killing you will be just the thing to open her eyes."

She shuddered at the thought of what she knew would happen next. "I have to wake up," she whispered to herself. "Please, wake up…"

Fournier launched himself at her and grabbed her wrists, holding them above her head.

"NO," she screamed, struggling against his vice-like grip. His free hand moved up to her neck. A cold blade settled against her skin. "Let me go! This isn't even real!"

"It's not," Fournier asked. He released her and hurried from the cell. He returned only a minute later, dragging Finn with him. He held the knife to his throat.

"NO," Miracle screamed again and lunged at the cage bars, desperate to get Finn. "Let him go! Please, don't hurt him!"

She always managed to handle the nightmare. But not now. Not with Finn involved. Not with his life in danger.

"You know I have to, pretty girl," Fournier shot back.

She watched in horror as Fournier shifted into another man. He was all blurred—she couldn't make out who he was. Rubbing at her eyes, she tried to make him come into focus but to no avail.

In a flash he was Fournier again, and just as quickly he shifted back into the blurry man.

"You're mine, Miracle. He can't have you."

"I love ya, lass" Finn uttered softly. Resignation was in his sapphire eyes as they stared into hers. "Always will..."

Then the hazy male slashed the blade across Finn's throat, spilling his blood in a torrent. The Irishman sank to his knees as his body weakened.

"FIIIIINNNN!"

The scream ripped from her throat, burning it raw.

"Miracle! Wake up, báire!"

She suddenly was able to waken, and found herself cradled in Finn's muscled arms. A sob burst from her and she latched onto him. "Oh, God… Finn…" She shivered in his embrace as he held her. Her hand slid up to his neck, checking to make sure there was no wound. "Light," her voice was hoarse from the screams she must've actually screamed. "I forgot to tell you… Please, Finn. Turn on a light." She felt him shift on her bed without releasing her, and suddenly the room lit up. She looked up at him and saw nothing but concern in his blue eyes. "I'm sorry," she whispered.

"Shhh," he said softly, and pulled her closer. Her face rested against his chest, and she noticed for the first time that he was wearing no shirt. His warmth felt soothing against her cool, clammy skin. "Does d'at happen often, lass?" His hand reached down and took a gentle hold of her wrist, searching for her pulse. "Breath deep and even, Miracle," his smooth voice rumbled in his chest. "Yer pulse is too fast." He noticed her medicines sitting on the night table then, and he motioned to them. "Which o' d'ose should ya take?"

"The bottle of Propranolol," Miracle managed to say. "I need one of the tablets."

Finn didn't let go of her as he grabbed the pill bottle and shook out a pill. Then he snatched up the water bottle next. "Open up," he whispered, readying the pill to place in her mouth. "Let me take care o' ya, honey." He could've sworn he saw tears glisten in her eyes, and she obediently opened her mouth. He placed the pill on her tongue and then shifted her so she was reclined and he could help her sip from the water bottle. He tilted the bottle to her lips and watched as she swallowed the pill down. "What did ya dream," he asked softly, settling her back against him and placing the water back on the night table. "Ya sounded absolutely terrified."

Miracle looked up at his face and shook her head slightly. "I can't… I can't talk about it. It was too… Too real, and too horrible."

"You need t' talk about it, honey. T'would help."

She met his gaze and took a deep breath before sharing the darkness of her dream to him.

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“báire” ~ “sweetheart”

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“Chances Are” Ch. 3 (Book 2 In the “Chances” Series) Finn Bálor X OC

Pairing: Finn Bálor X Female OC Summary: After a traumatic childhood and a murder attempt that left her with a heart condition, Miracle Seanoa wants nothing more than to find some peace and fulfillment in her life. Working as a writer for WWE, she's shocked when Stephanie McMahon takes a gamble on her skills and assigns her to a new RAW roster member. None other than Finn Bálor—the man who'd long ago saved her life and captured her heart.

Because if her weakening heart doesn't kill her, her stalker just might... Disclaimers: I own nothing or anyone associated or affiliated with WWE. I own only the original characters. This is just a fictional story that came from my imagination.

Chapter Content & Trigger Warnings: None Note: This part of the story is labeled “Modern Day” but it actually means back in 2016 when Finn was first drafted to the main roster. And fictionally, Joe will be also drafted at the same time, even though he was actually not bumped up to the main roster until 2017.

Also, this story is being re-worked because I just wasn't happy with how it was turning out the first time around. Hopefully I'll be more happy with it this time! 🙂

Chapter 3

~Modern Day~

Miracle rushed down the hall, speed-walking to Stephanie McMahon’s make-shift office in the DCU Center. Her red heels clacked against the concrete flooring in her haste and she finally stopped at Stephanie’s door, rapping her knuckles lightly against it. Almost instantly, the door opened and Stephanie ushered her into the office.

Miracle quickly spotted Paul Levesque sitting in front of the large desk, and she flushed slightly. “I’m so sorry, you guys,” she said. “Did I interrupt a meeting or anything?”

“No, no, no,” Stephanie replied. “Don’t worry, we were actually just chatting about our kiddos. Is that your pitch for Eva Marie,” she asked, motioning to the file folder in Miracle’s hands.

“Oh, yes,” she handed the folder over. “I hope you like it.”

“I’m sure I will,” Stephanie smiled. “You have shown much potential with these little faux storylines Daddy has you writing. We all absolutely loved the idea you came up with for Dolph and the Miz.”

Miracle smiled. “I was thrilled you used it.”

“And I’m sure we’ll love this one,” Hunter spoke up. “But if it’s really good and we want to use it…it probably won’t be used on Eva Marie. We’re just curious right now to see what you would do with each superstar.”

“May I ask why it wouldn’t be used on Eva Marie,” Miracle asked, her forehead creasing with confusion.

“Well, she’s been causing some issues backstage with the other girls,” Stephanie answered carefully. “We’re trying to straighten her out, but I’m not sure rewarding her with a great storyline is the way to do that.”

Miracle nodded her agreement. “Good point. Well, I should get going. Still so much to do… Do you guys need anything? Coffee?”

Hunter smiled. “We’re great. Thank you, Miracle. Try to take it easy. You work yourself too hard.”

“Well, I know we’re short-handed,” Miracle said softly. “Especially tonight—what with the draft and everything.” She self-consciously straightened at the elegant red dress she wore for the show’s occasion. “I still need to go to make-up, and get my face touched up for the interviews later on.”

“Well, go get that taken care of, and then see what tasks you have left. Take it one step at a time. Don’t overburden yourself,” Stephanie said warmly. “We want you to be healthy.”

Flushing, Miracle nodded. Embarrassment flooded her gaze. “I should get going. Good luck with the show tonight,” she smiled softly and left the room, clicking the door shut behind her.

She fought tears as much as she fought the humiliation. She hated being seen as a liability. I wish someone would see me as a whole person, she thought sadly. I wish everyone would stop treating me like I’m made out of glass. She rolled her eyes at herself then. “Maybe I am made out of glass,” she thought out loud, remembering how her heart had been affecting her the past few months. Her cardiologist had prescribed her nitroglycerin tablets along with her normal medication to stop the chest pains she was suffering from. Shaking her head to clear it, Miracle continued her way down the long winding hallway to the area where the make-up artist had been assigned.

“Hi, Emmy,” she greeted, when she spotted the WWE’s best make-up artist in a make-shift booth. As she approached closer, she saw she already had Drew McIntyre in her chair applying some powder to his face. “Oh, sorry, guys. I’m interrupting people left and right today!”

“No biggie, Miracle,” Emmy chuckled and glanced up at her, smiling. “I’m almost finished with Drew here, and then I’ll get you touched up.”

“You’re finally almost done with me,” Drew asked playfully. “As good as I look, I’d think I would require less work than ten minutes worth.”

“Oh, no, you look amazing,” Emmy said, and then flushed drastically. “I mean, you don’t require a lot of work. At all. You must take great care of yourself. I… I’m… I’m absolutely scarlet, aren’t I,” she asked, fanning her hand at her burning face.

“Yeah. You are,” Drew said, a twinkle in his sapphire-colored eyes. “But it suits you.” He stood to his feet when she indicated she was finished with him. “Maybe I should cause you to blush more often.”

Miracle watched the interaction between the two, and wondered how long it had been going on. Drew chuckled softly, then exited the booth, patting Miracle on the shoulder, “Good luck with the interviews tonight, Miracle.”

“Thank you, Drew.” Miracle took her seat in the booth and closed her eyes as Emmy began adding to her eye liner. “So, what’s going on with you two? Why do I have the feeling you two have been flirting with each other for quite a while?”

She heard a slight clatter of cosmetic materials before Emmy answered.

“It’s nothing, really. We’re just playing around. Drew's still so fresh from his divorce, I think he’s just enjoying his freedom.” Miracle felt the brush return to her lash line. “Besides, I think he’d go for a sophisticated type of woman. Someone… blonder, maybe?”

“Emmy, your hair color is gorgeous,” Miracle said. “It’s a beautiful shade of-”

“Brown,” Emmy cut in. “Plain, old brown.”

“I was going to say chestnut, or burnt sienna.”

“So, are you excited about the show?”

“Change of subject, noted,” Miracle chuckled. “Yes, I’m very excited. I’m hoping Daddy will finally get drafted. It would be so amazing to be able to interview him on live television!” “I hope he does too,” Emmy said, smiling. She began adding a little contouring and highlighting to Miracle’s cheekbones. “He’s awesome. I’ve watched him and AJ Styles ever since they debuted on TNA. Vince would be nuts to not bump him up yet.”

Miracle grew quiet, realizing that Finn could possibly be bumped up as well. How will I face him? How will I interview him without looking awkward? Her heart began to pound slightly with the new worry.

She’d never gotten in contact with him two years before, when Joe told her Finn was at NXT as well.

“He said to tell you that if you’d stop by and see him that he’d love to explain to you why his phone-” Joe started.

“I can’t. I just can’t, Daddy,” she’d cut in, sadness in her eyes. “I have a feeling what he’s going to say...that he just gave me his number to be nice. And... I just don’t have the courage to face it right now. It’d be like going through it all over again. Losing his friendship all over again—only worse.”

“Are you okay, Miracle,” Emmy asked. “You went sort of pale.”

Miracle immediately nodded, coming back to the present. “Yes. I’m fine. I just need to eat something, probably.”

“Okay. Well, I’m done. You look beautiful, as always.”

“Thanks to you,” Miracle smiled. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“Pffffft. You don’t need me to look good, and you know it.”

The two said their goodbyes, and Miracle looked through her to-do list on her tablet.

“Let’s see…” Her phone rang and she quickly answered it. “This is Miracle.”

“Miracle, it’s Mike. Where are mine and Maryse’s iced caramel macchiatos?”

Seriously, she thought. “Mike? I have no idea. I didn’t know I was supposed to-”

“We ALWAYS have iced caramel macchiatos!”

“Mike, I don’t have time. I have the interviews tonight, and-”

“There’s a Starbucks two blocks away. I’m sure you have plenty of time. Now go get our macchiatos!”

He hung up and Miracle was left staring at her phone. “It’s times like this I wish I wasn’t so prideful and would be more open about my heart problem,” she thought out loud. The only people at her job she let know about her heart condition were the McMahon’s and Hunter, as well as the doctors so they’d be prepared to treat her, if needed. She’d also let Renee and the other correspondents know in case they needed to fill in for her at times. But as for the talent, she kept it quiet around them. “Okay, Miz, she hissed under her breath, as she headed for the building’s exit. "You’ll get your stupid coffee.”

Minutes later, she was out on the sidewalk walking the two blocks to Starbucks as quickly as she could. It took her a good ten minutes to walk the short distance as busy and crowded as the sidewalk was. Not to mention—her three inch stilettos didn’t make the trek any easier either.

By the time she reached the Starbucks, her pulse was racing, but she knew she had no time to worry about it. She went inside to order the two coffees and then paid for them, eager to get outside and get back to the DCU center. Within another fifteen minutes, Miracle was finally back inside the arena, and heading back to the dressing rooms to give Mike Mizannin his precious coffee.

She reached the door labeled “The Miz and Maryse” and knocked. When the door opened, she handed the coffees over to Mike and didn’t wait for a response. Beginning to feel over-fatigued she turned on her heel and walked away.

Her intention was to head over to the trainer’s office and take some of her medication. But she didn’t get the chance as she heard:

“Miracle!”

She looked further down the hallway, where a crew member was flagging her down.

“What is it,” she called, fighting to keep the tiredness out of her voice.

“You’re needed at the backstage set. The show’s starting, and the interviews won’t be far behind.”

“O-okay, thanks,” she called back. Reluctantly, she headed for the set instead, and began trying to calm her heart and her nerves, sans medication.

}i{}i{}i{}i{

Joe and Finn sat together in the NXT section of the room backstage while they and all the rosters watched the draft take place.

“Good luck to you, man,” Joe told Finn as they listened to Stephanie McMahon announce that RAW was about to draft two NXT superstars. “If you get drafted… I don’t know of anyone who deserves it more.”

Finn looked over at him with a crooked grin. “Likewise, brot'er,” he said, his Irish burr coming through thicker than usual. Nerves were definitely a problem for him at the moment. “Ya’ve worked as hard as the rest of us, and harder than some. Ya deserve y'r shot.”

They smiled at each other again, “too-sweeted”, and then turned their attention to the large television. They watched as Stephanie McMahon gestured to the Titantron for the result of the draft.

Joe’s breath whooshed out when he saw his own graphic appear on the huge screen. The whole room erupted in cheers, but the loudest cheers came from the NXT section.

“Ya did it, brother,” Finn clapped him on the back. “Congratulations!”

“Oh, my God,” Joe laughed, clearly elated.

“Joe.”

Hunter had appeared in the doorway. “Come with me. You’ve got an interview to do.”

Grinning happily, Joe got up and followed Hunter down the hallway to a set backstage.

“It won’t air on television,” Hunter told him quietly as they neared the cameras. “It’ll be on the Network. We don’t want you to appear on live television till Monday night so it’ll have more of an impact.”

Suddenly, Joe was standing in front of his daughter, tears sparkling in her eyes.

“So, Dad,” she started with a smile. It was no secret that she was Samoa Joe’s daughter, so there was no need for her to be so formal with him. “What is going to be your goal upon your debut on RAW Monday night?”

Joe smiled proudly at his daughter, and then looked into the camera as he answered. “I’m, of course, going after the WWE Championship should it still be on RAW after Battleground. If not, I will go after whatever world title the brand comes up with. But aside from all that…” He sported his famous “Samoa Joe smirk”. “I’m going to enjoy making people hurt.”

}i{}i{}i{}i{

“Now,” Stephanie said loudly into the mic. “RAW will be drafting two NXT superstars! And RAW’s first pick from NXT is…”

Miracle watched from backstage as Stephanie then gestured melodramatically to the Titantron, which was being used to showcase the draftees.

An instant later, Joe’s graphic popped up on the huge screen. The whole arena blew up with excitement.

“Oh, my God,” Miracle exclaimed. Tears instantly started welling up in her eyes. “Oh, no! Are the cameras rolling yet,” she asked, trying to staunch the tears before they became obvious.

“You’ve got a few seconds, Miracle,” one of the cameramen said. “Just try to hang on a little longer. Then you can cry and hug your dad all you want,” he smiled warmly.

“Yes, exactly. The show comes first,” she reminded herself. “The show comes first. The show comes first.”

Joe appeared down the hall with Hunter, both making their way toward them.

“Okay, Miracle… We’re rolling in three… two…” The cameraman then motioned that they were filming and Miracle stepped into character, so to speak.

“So, Dad,” she said smiling, and still fighting tears back. “What is going to be your goal upon your debut on RAW Monday night?”

Joe smiled lovingly at her, but then turned to the camera and “Dad” was gone. The Samoan Submission Machine had arrived. “I’m, of course, going after the WWE Championship should it still be on RAW after Battleground. If not, I will go after whatever world title the brand comes up with. But aside from all that… I’m going to enjoy making people hurt.”

He sauntered off then, and left Miracle smiling happily. Maybe with his parting words she shouldn’t have been smiling, but she couldn’t help it. Her father was just drafted to RAW!

“And our second draft from NXT…”

Miracle looked up at the monitor just as Finn’s graphic popped up on the Titantron.

Her pulse accelerated instantly at just the sight of him, and then her heart skipped a couple beats.

You can do this, Miracle, she gave herself a pep talk while she waited on Finn to arrive for his interview. He was always kind. He isn't going to act weirdly around you, or be mean.

“Miracle? Are you okay, sweetie?”

She looked across the hallway to see two of her fellow correspondents, Renee Young and Charly Caruso eyeing her with concern.

There was always one or two correspondents teamed up with Miracle when she worked because of her heart condition. Her pulse was so unpredictable at times that she had to take an abrupt break from interviews and backstage segments.

“Miracle?”

Charly's voice snapped the younger reporter out of her thoughts. Miracle watched as Renee took a step toward her. “You look a bit paler than usual.”

Finally, she gave what she hoped was a convincing smile. “Yes, I am fine, guys, thank you. I'm just getting really excited about these drafts!”

Renee watched her friend closely for a minute, as if she suspected Miracle of playing down her condition. At last, she gave her a little nod, and resumed her conversation with Charly.

Miracle let out a sigh of relief when her friends turned their attention from her. She was grateful for the other correspondents' concern, but at the same time felt like a liability due to it. She had no more time to dwell on the thought as she heard footsteps approaching from around the corner, along with a couple of male voices—one of which was unmistakably Irish. Only a moment later, Finn stood before her. Her pulse seemed to double its pace.

“You will be interviewed here and then you are done for the night,” Hunter was telling him. “And I realize you weren't expecting any of this tonight, so don't worry about mistakes, because it isn't live. It will be edited and aired only on the Network.”

After receiving a nod of understanding from the Irishman, Hunter hurried back to sit with his NXT crew for when the next draftees got called up.

Then Finn's bright blue eyes were on her; scanning over her face and down the full length of her body, then back up to her face. By the time his gaze reached hers again, her chest was nearly heaving. And not solely due to her heart's irregular pattern.

“Miracle Seanoa. So grown up,” he finally murmured, staring into her eyes with a soft smile.

She returned his smile with a shaky one of her own as she took in his appearance. He was... so different, yet still the same. He seemed taller than she remembered, his hair was cut shorter, and he'd grown a beard. The last time she saw him, he was pretty much clean shaven save for a little bit of scruff.

I love the beard, she realized, fighting the strong urge to reach up and touch it. Finn had been gorgeous years ago, but now he was absolutely breathtaking. Not to mention he was bulkier, and... Oh my God—his abs! His shoulders, she thought, her face burning. They are so... chiseled. She quickly shot her gaze back up to his and caught the slight smirk on his face. And now, he knows I have been ogling him. She mentally facepalmed.

“Uh... Guys?” One of the cameramen spoke up. “We're rolling.”

“Oh, right,” Miracle finally managed to speak, and struggled to ignore the twinge of pain she felt in her chest. I just need to get through Finn's interview, then I'll have Renee or Charly take over while I go get some of my meds. She lifted her mic to her lips. “Congratulations on being brought up to the main roster, Finn. How does it feel to be faced with so many more opportunities?”

“It feels amazin', Miracle,” Finn replied, brushing his fingers over his beard. “This is somet'ing I've worked very hard for, and f'r a very long time. It's a dream come true.”

She smiled at him even as a sharp ache ricocheted though her chest. “I am sure like many of the other draftees you plan on going after the WWE title. There obviously can be only one champion, so what will your strategy be in order to be that one?”

Finn pulled no punches when he answered. “I will mow down whoever I hafta. And I just might have to embrace my inner… demon.”

Miracle lowered her mic and smiled over at the cameramen. “I think that will do it, guys.” She glanced over at Renee and Charly. “Would... Would one of you mind standing in for a bit? I need...” She swallowed hard and coughed lightly trying to regulate the rhythm of her heart. “I need some of my meds.”

“Miracle,” Renee scolded lightly. “I knew I should have listened to my instincts. This is my-”

“Not your fault,” Miracle shot back, rubbing her hand over her chest. “I needed to do this—to pull my own weight.”

“You do that, and then some,” Charly cut in with her own two-cents worth. “I will go with you, okay? To make sure you get there all right.” She turned to Renee then. “Is that okay with you?”

Before the blond could answer however, Finn spoke up. “I will go wit' her.”

"But you don’t know what’s wrong with her,” Renee started, her voice going slightly shrill in her concern. Her friend's heart condition never failed to frighten her. “She needs-”

“I’ve known 'er since she was a young girl,” Finn softly interrupted the correspondent. "It's her heart, yeah?”

"Um... Guys?" Miracle waved at the three of them to get their attention. "She is right here. You can address me directly, you know." She sounded too cheerful, she realized. But she didn't want them worrying. She could hear the near panic in Renee's voice already and felt horrible for it. "I am fine. Don't worry about me." She forced a smile and turned to leave for the trainer's office. She only went a couple steps further down the hallway, when she heard Finn's voice say something to the older reporters about finding "her da". A few seconds later, she saw him out of her peripheral vision walking beside her. "Really," she started, her voice growing a bit frantic. The pains were becoming sharper and closer together, and consequently, more difficult to hide. She avoided his gaze. "You don't have to follow me." Her steps faltered a moment, and she struggled to get enough oxygen.

"I know I don't, lass," he murmured quietly. "But let me, f'r my own piece of mind, okay?"

Finally, she stopped walking altogether and stooped over, bracing her hands against her knees in an attempt to rest and get some air into her lungs. "Please, Finn..." She panted, and resorted to swallowing her pride just enough to beg. "I don't want you... to see me l-like this." Before she could stop them, tears burned her eyes and spilled down her cheeks. "Humiliating..." she uttered under her breath.

He was just about to speak, no doubt to tell her she had nothing to feel humiliated for, when her head grew fuzzy. Her vision blurred, and she fell forward onto her hands and knees with a pained whimper.

"Miracle! Sweetheart?"

She heard Finn's voice, filled with urgency, right next to her ear. His arms went around her and gently tugged her to her feet. "Are ya alright, lass?"

The floor moved underneath her, or at least it felt that way. She stumbled forward against Finn's chest. "Need it to stop." Her breathless voice was soft, but he managed to hear her regardless.

"You need what to stop, honey?" His arms tightened around her and held her up securely.

"Spinning...” she barely managed. She brought a hand up toward her chest. “Hurts..." Her unfocused gaze lifted to his. “The trainer.... He holds some of my heart meds for me...” She tensed suddenly, curling her fingers into her chest. "Oh... Lord, please..."

"Miracle... honey?" Finn stooped to lift her up, intent on getting her to the trainer in a hurry, when her legs buckled. He quickly wrapped an arm around her shoulders and underneath her knees, then cradled her against his chest as he jogged down the hall.

Finn turned the corner, and finally reached the trainer’s make-shift office. Darting inside, he didn't bother to greet the trainer. “We need some help here,” he said as he walked over to a cot and gently deposited Miracle's limp frame onto it. “She has a heart condit-”

“I know about it,” the trainer cut him off as he headed to his medical cabinets. “I’ll need you to leave while I check her over and see what she needs.”

“She needs 'er medicine,” Finn replied, following the trainer. He didn’t like the look of challenge on the man’s face. “And I’m not leavin’ 'er. Ye'll regret it if ya try t' make me.”

He seemed to ignore Finn's threat and tossed out a couple of questions while he placed an oximeter on her finger. "Was she struggling to breathe? Chest pains?”

Finn nodded, and looked down at Miracle's unconscious form. "Yes. Help her. Please."

The trainer looked at the oximeter and nodded. “Her O2 level is only at seventy-eight percent. I'll give her some oxygen," the trainer reported, snatching up a packaged face mask. He had it opened and attached to an oxygen tank within seconds. "When she wakes up I'll give her some of her meds." He placed the mask over her nose and mouth and then adjusted the elastic straps around her ears.

"Shouldn't she go t' d'a hospital?"

The trainer shook his head as he headed over to his medical cabinets again. He opened a drawer and pulled out a couple of disposable medication cups, as well as a couple of medicine bottles and placed a pill in each cup. "No. Her O2 is low, but not dangerously so. The oxygen tank will bring it back up to a normal level pretty quickly. She has these spells fairly frequently. She'll be fine in a few minutes."

Finn nodded apprehensively and took Miracle's limp hand in his, anxious for her to wake up.

He didn't have long to wait. Within minutes, her eyes fluttered open and she looked up at him groggily. "Finn..." she slurred softly through the oxygen mask.

"Shh..." Finn reached up and brushed some hair away from her face. "Ye're all right now, lass."

The trainer came over to her then with the medicine cups in his hand as well as a bottle of water and tugged the mask from her face. “Here, Miracle.” He all but nudged Finn out of the way. “Take your pill, sweetie, and then you can put this nitroglycerin under your tongue.”

Nodding weakly, Miracle let Finn help her to sit up and then swallowed the little white pill down. Then she quickly placed the sublingual tablet under her tongue as Finn gently laid her back down against the pillow.

The trainer once again tried to get Finn to leave. "I really need to check her vitals. You should leave and give her some privacy for a few minutes."

“Finn stays, Gerald,” Miracle weakly reprimanded the trainer, as she sat up on the cot. “He is a friend I've not seen in years, and if he has to leave…then so do I.” She swung her legs over the side of the cot and prepared to stand, but that was as far as she got.

“Miracle.” Finn scolded her gently as he helped her lay back on the cot again and urged her back against the pillow. “Ye’re not goin' anywhere, lass.”

“And neither are you,” she added, a stubborn jut to her chin despite the fatigue in her onyx-colored eyes.

“Neither am I,” he repeated, brushing his thumb over her cheekbone. He looked up at Gerald then with a hard glare. "I'm stayin' right here. I may not be a medic or doctor, but I know enough t' know that there are no vital signs ya need t' take that requires her clothing t' come off."

"Fine," the trainer grumbled, sliding his stethoscope from his shoulders and placing the ear-pieces in his ears. Finn and Miracle remained quiet as he listened to her heart and lungs. Then he checked her oximeter again. "You are doing better, but you should probably rest here for a bit, and get a little more oxygen into your system."

Miracle nodded in agreement as Gerald secured the oxygen mask over her face once more. "I'll be back in a few minutes to check on you again." Then he left the room, but not before giving Finn another disapproving glare.

Once he was gone, Finn took her hand in his again. “Feelin' better,” he asked in a whisper; his gaze hopeful.

She nodded, her eyes growing heavy. “Yes. But I’m sleepy. I’m always so exhausted after one of these spells.”

“Do you get them a lot,” he asked her.

She shrugged slightly, avoiding his gaze. “It’s been a little worse as of late. Today was a bad one. They’re not normally this debilitating, but I had so much to do today. And then Mike…” She rolled her eyes.

“Who,” Finn asked. “Mike? As in Mike Mizannin?”

She nodded sleepily with a small yawn.

“What did 'ee do,” he demanded gently.

“He sent me after a stupid coffee for him and Maryse. I had only a half hour before the show, and the creep ordered me to walk to Starbucks. I’d just gotten back and was going to take my meds when I was called for the interviews.”

Finn’s jaw clenched in anger. “Does ‘ee know 'bout y'r heart?"

Miracle fought off a smile at the way his accent thickened when he grew angry or concerned. She shook her head instead. It was amazing to her how they could carry on a conversation as if it had not been years since they last spoke. "I only told people about it who needed to know.”

“Well, lass, ‘ee apparently qualifies as needin' t' know.”

“But, Finn… No…”

“He’ll keep doing this to ya, if ya let 'im. Let me handle it, yeah?”

Reluctantly, Miracle nodded. “I’m too tired to argue, to be honest.”

“Get some rest, sweetheart. I’m going to have a l'il talk with Mikey, and I also need to find your Da and tell him what happened. Then, I can take ya back to your hotel room if ya want.”

“You’re going to talk to Mike, huh,” she asked, raising an eyebrow. “Would this talk involve a fist?”

Finn shook his head. “No, li'l lass. It’s going to involve two fists.” He leaned down and brushed his lips over her forehead. “Get some rest. I’ll come back for you soon.”

“Promise?” She whispered the plea, gazing up into his blue eyes.

“Geallaim agam—I promise,” he replied softly. "'Cause we have a lot t' catch up on, don't we?" At her nod, he squeezed her hand, then turned and walked out of the room just as Gerald was returning.

Miracle felt so much better with Finn back in her life—as if a lost piece of her heart had returned. She nervously fiddled with the Irish Claddagh ring she wore on her left ring finger.

She’d gotten the ring for herself years ago, and researched how to wear them to signify one’s marital status. She wore hers with the heart pointing toward her on her left ring finger—which indicated she was married. And while she wasn’t, of course, she knew she’d never love anyone but Finn.

“So what was with him,” Gerald asked, brushing his dark, shoulder-length hair out of his eyes. “He seems awfully possessive of you to be brand new to the roster.”

“I knew him a while back,” Miracle replied softly. “He saved my life a long time ago. And I’m so glad to see him again. We were friends—I’ve missed him terribly.”

Gerald smiled, but the gesture failed to reach his eyes, “Well, I’m happy for you. You need some extra happiness in your life. Similar to what a sugar-free decaf latte can bring?”

Miracle chuckled at their shared bond over coffee. “Definitely.”

The first time Gerald met Miracle, she’d commented how wonderful his cup of coffee smelled. However, she knew on her heart-healthy diet, she couldn’t consume any caffeine and she avoided sugar as much as possible. So, the next day, Gerald presented her with a sugar-free decaffeinated latte. Every time they worked the same shows, it became a little tradition that Gerald would bring her a special latte.

“Well, then I’ll have you one tomorrow. You are working the house show tomorrow, right?”

Miracle nodded. “Yes, if I’m feeling better, I’ll be there.”

“I look forward to it,” Gerald replied. He leaned down and kissed her cheek.

Growing slightly uncomfortable, Miracle made a point of yawning. She’d always felt as though Gerald had feelings for her other than friendship, but she never encouraged him. She felt only friendship with him, and wanted him to feel the same way toward her.

“I’ll let you get a little sleep,” Gerald said, and Miracle could’ve sworn she heard a tone of bitterness in his voice. He left the room, and she finally relaxed—asleep in only minutes.

Translations: “Geallaim agam” ~ “I promise”

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