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Summary: Sheamus gazed at her with a smile on his face, his head cocked to one side as she fidgeted and tried to talk around embarrassment. "Are you trying to ask me out, Kaitlyn?" SheamusKaitlyn, twoshot

My first attempt at writing SheamusKaitlyn, and it's my first two-part fanfiction! I'm pretty excited about it, haha. I think these two are just really cute together and I wanted to write something. Even if it was something as simple as a date!fic. The idea just struck me and I couldn't get rid of it. Anyway! I hope that y'all enjoy this!

Hand In Hand
Part I

Sheamus exhaled deeply, rolling his neck to the side as he did so.

The hallway of the hotel was quieter than usual. It was late at night, though, so that was to be expected. The floor reserved for the Superstars and Divas was all but cleared out, except for himself. It was rather eerie, reminding him of a lot of the horror movies he watched as a boy. Sure, he wasn't scared of them now at all, but it brought back a faint hint of nostalgia that he couldn't pry himself from.

On his way to his room, he passed a few random Superstars sitting out in the hallway. Kofi and Punk were sitting outside his door, talking with Kelly and Alex. Their chatter made the place less dreary, but he didn't pay it much attention. His strong steps led him to his door, and he fumbled with the card key that seemed reluctant to be removed from his pocket.

Laughter sounded from the end of the hallway, near the area where he saw the group of friends from before. Sheamus found himself smiling tiredly as he swiped the key card into the slot and listened for the telltale beep as it opened for him.

He sat the his championship belt down on the small desk that faced a window. Sheamus looked at it for a bit, a grin on his face - it really never got old, looking at that thing - and then moved to the small refrigerator to bring out some of the snacks he had been saving. He didn't feel like ordering a meal from room service, so he busied himself with cleaning out the contents of his fridge. A few plastic-wrapped sandwiches, an apple, chicken strips, and a Tupperware container filled with an amalgamation of veggies all were pulled out of the fridge and placed on the floor, followed closely by The Great White himself.

Hey, an Irishman's gotta eat.

Not even bothering to pop them in the microwave, Sheamus ate everything in a matter of minutes, savoring every bite. He had a big night. Beating Bertie again, getting smacked in the head by Ziggy's Money in the Bank briefcase, listening to Vickie scream about how awesome The Show Off was...

Sheamus shook his head as he threw the last bit of sandwich in his mouth and chewed thoughtfully before swallowing.

It was probably comical, the amount of food he had consumed in such a short time. Empty wrappers and containers were strewn about the place as if they were victims of a battle.

Now parched, Sheamus wrenched himself into an odd position - it looked like he just put himself into the Walls of Jericho - and opened the door to the fridge once more.



He exhaled in frustration.

With some exertion required, Sheamus rose from the floor, his feet knocking through the trash he had just littered the place with, and reached blindly for the wallet in his back pocket.

If he remembered correctly, there was a drink machine down the hallway. And he was about to die of thirst, so his assumptions better be correct.

Sheamus walked to the door, making sure that his key card was securely in his pocket and that his wallet at least had three dollars in it. His large hand opened the door -

"Oh!" a feminine voice exclaimed in shock.

Fighting back a curse, Sheamus stared at the woman in front of him.

With a hand raised as if to knock, Kaitlyn stared back at him, her expressive eyes wide and unassuming.

"Um...hello?" she said, her voice unintentionally rising on the last syllable and making it sound like a question.

Sheamus blinked at her. "Hello."

This was completely random. Something that Sheamus would have never expected, not in a million years. Really. Kaitlyn was young and beautiful and spunky and should not be at his door, looking as if she wanted to run away and throw up.

Shaking his head, he gave her a look and then grinned at her. Her cheeks were streaked with red and her lips were pursed. "Hi."

Sheamus gave a laugh. "I think we've covered that already."

"Right," she said, as if trying to pump herself up for something. "Right."

His eyebrows shot up into his hairline. "Something the matter?" he asked, softer than usual.

The woman in front of him shook her head somewhat violently from side to side, something that made Sheamus crack a smile. "Ya wouldn't lie to me, would ya?"

Kaitlyn muttered something unintelligible.

Snorting, Sheamus stepped fully out of the doorway, letting the hotel door slide closed behind him with a barely audible click. "I might not be the sharpest tool in the drawer, Kaitie, but I know when something's the matter."

She averted her eyes, biting her lip in the process. Now this was unusual behavior coming from someone normally so cool and collected.

He stepped forward, reaching a hand out to press against her shoulder. If anything, this made things worse. She tensed, like a cat ready to spring away, and looked at him guardedly. "What?"

"Ya obviously came to my door wanting something," he continued, his voice casual and unconcerned. "I'd like to know what."

Kaitlyn inhaled deeply, as if preparing herself for a task of monstrous proportions. She then met Sheamus' eyes and began, "Well...it has come to my attention that...uh...I really think you're awesome. And I was wondering if you...uh...yeah. I mean, like, food? Yeah, food is awesome. And since you're awesome and food is awesome and I'm making an idiot out of myself. Please just put me out of my misery - "

A smile grew on his face. "Are you trying to ask me out, Kaitlyn?"

All of the breath left her in one foul swoop, her shoulders slumping as if a weight had slid off of them. "Yes."

"Ya coulda just come out with it."

Kaitlyn growled and ran a hand through her hair. "Shut up."

"That's no way to get me to say yes, ya know."

"You're killing me here, smalls," she replied, forcing a grin on her face.

Sheamus blinked at her before chuckling at her phrase. He stepped forward and placed a gentle hand on her shoulder, smiling at her softly as he answered her initial request.

"There'd be no way in hell I'd miss going out with you, Kaitlyn."

End Part I.