*Fade in...it's 2 AM and last call is not too long from now. Sitting at the bar, medical tape and stitches over his body is Jonathan Storm. Shock of all shocks, he's dressed down, in just some loose fitting clothing...but it's no surprise he's still wearing his Angels cap. After standing up from picking up his hard lemonade from the bar counter, he dizzily walks, and eventually, trips, and lands at the feet of someone. Suddenly a hand appears in front of his face to help him up.*

Jonathan Storm: Huh?

Woman: Hi.

Storm: It's okay...I can get up...

*Storm pushes himself to his feet, and stumbles over a mix of hard lemonade and blood on the floor. He lands on his back and grins.*

Storm: Don't worry, I'm not drunk...I just ruined my first drink of the night.

*The woman does a slight grin and she seems to be staring at him, with a bit of awe.*

Storm: I just got out of the hospital...I had a rough night.

*He flashes a smile, and it seems to be the only thing in tact on his face. A black eye, a bloody nose (again), and a bruised cheek...can you believe this guy normally has great looks?*

Woman: I know. I saw the Pay-Per-View. Congrats on the win, though.

Storm: Are you a wrestling fan?

Woman: Um, not really. Just a HWF fan.

Storm: Oh...it must not be my dashing good looks then...I look like hell. *chuckles*

Woman: *blushes* Oh, how rude of me. I haven't introduced myself. I'm Helena, Inferna's close friend.

*Jon's eyes widen, partly of shock, and partly of him finally getting a look at the woman's face and beauty. He shakes his head to clear up his vision even more.*

Storm: Oh...I'm...I guess you know who I am.

Helena: *shy giggle* Yeah.

Storm: I hope she got all her stuff...and that car I left for her in the driveway...and the flowers, and the....

*Helena nods. She lowers her gaze to the floor and her cheeks start to turn dangerously red.*

Storm: Well...I tried. I guess she's not coming back.

*Storm kind of frowns, grabbing a napkin to wipe the blood off his face.*

Storm: Storm: Yeah...I'm sorry for looking so gross right now.

Helena: It's okay. I don't think you look that bad.

Storm: I look better when I'm not wrestling...or when I'm on the beach surfing. *laughs*

*Helena smiles shyly. Every time her gaze falls on his face, she quickly looks back to the floor.*

Storm: Does it really look that bad, Helena?

Helena: What? No! What makes you think that?

Storm: You keep looking at me, and then turning away as if I'm blinding you.

*Helena's face goes absolutely white. And she just stares at him in shock. When the color finally returns, she is beet red with embarrassement. She starts quickly gathering up her things.*

Helena: It's not that, it's just... I gotta go.

Storm: You know...you could stay, Helena. I just got my jeep back from the shop...some asshole kicked my lights in.

Helena: I'm sorry to hear that.

Storm: Storm: What can I say? Some people are jealous. Others? They just don't understand me sometimes. I don't think Suzy ever did, but I'm coming to learn that a lot now.

Helena: Anyway, I should go. I don't want to bother you anymore.

*Storm gets a shocked look on her face, and puts his hand on Helena's arm.*

Storm: I could buy you a drink...

*Helena looks at him in surprise.*

Helena: I would like that.

Storm: Yeah...that'd be nice. I don't normally drink at all, actually. Darrin and I will fish out on my boat, and have some Pepsi, listening to the Angels game.

Helena: I have never been too much of a drinker, either.

Storm: Drinking is overrated. I have more fun in my recording studio than I do at a kegger.

Helena: *groans* A kegger? I haven't been to one of those since I was in high school.

Storm: I hit one a few weeks ago with an HWF pal...but I felt weird. You wouldn't believe it, but I'm a HUGE introvert once you get to know me.

Helena: I wouldn't mind getting to know you.

Storm: Well...feel free to ask me anything. I'm sure Suzy may have mentioned some of my 'not so stellar' moments.

*Helena laughs a bit bitterly.*

Storm: Something wrong?

Helena: You are going to talk about Suzy and "not so stellar" moments? I could fill a book with all she's done in the last couple of months.

Storm: Suzy's a nice girl...but I think she's so confused, the map of her brain reads like a labrynth.

Helena: That's just it. I don't know if Suzy is really a nice girl. She used to be, but I don't think she is anymore.

*Storm nods in agreement.*

Storm: I had so many things I should've said to her after I got the note she was moving...but I'm too nice to say things like that.

Helena: You didn't deserve to have her do to you what she did.

Storm: Of course I do...I guess I just didn't give enough. I asked a lot of her...to be my lover...my friend...my partner in The Inner Circle. It was wrong of me.

Helena: You don't understand, do you? She played you. You could have given her the world, and she still would have done what she did. She takes and takes and gives nothing back.

Storm: How could she have played me? I think I could've seen that. She always listened to my CD, she traveled with me. I think the only times we weren't together is when I went fishing with Darrin, or even when I was at the baseball field with Davison.

Helena: It was all a game to her. You were just a toy that she manipulated to get what she wanted, which was a spot in the tournament.

*Storm looks at her, and in one swooping glow, that light in his eyes just turned off...and he shows her a face of sorrow.*

Storm: Oh...

Helena: I'm sorry, I thought you should know.

Storm: Well...I guess I deserve it...if you can't tell by watching, I'm not the greatest guy on the planet.

Helena: Don't say that. People can't expect you to be this awesome guy with all the horrible stuff that's been happening to you lately.

Storm: Wait...how'd you know about everything?

Helena: Well, Suzy, kind of, told me.

Storm: How much did she say?

Helena: She told me about what happened with your wife and some about your family.

Storm: It's more than that, kiddo...I dunno...I think I was born to deal with strife.

*Helena reaches up and touches his face delicately, so softly that he can barely feel it.*

Storm: Trust me...I'm still nothing special. Take the crown and the contract away, and I'm just another kid living in a big home with big toys.

*Helena smiles at him. She appears to be the most genuine person around at the moment.*

Storm: I have the knack of letting people down and hurting my friends. I think Darrin's a bit worse for the wear.

Helena: I'm sure he'll understand that you did what you had to do.

Storm: Yeah...besides, *chuckles* he got me pretty good too.

*She nods in agreement, as he looks in her eyes and begins to smile.*

Storm: You have beautiful eyes, Helena.

*Helena smiles shyly and giggles a bit.*

Helena: Thank you.

Storm: They're the nicest pair I've ever seen...ever.

*Helena blushes.*

Helena: That's sweet of you to say, but they're just ordinary.

Storm: No they're not...you're an extraordinary person, Helena...I like that.

Helena: I'm glad, because I like you.

Storm: Oh? How so?

Helena: You just seem like a wonderful person and if I had been Suzy or your wife, I would have never done anything to give you up.

Storm: I guess you don't know me that well. Like I said, I tend to take a lot more than I give.

*Helena searches his eyes for a second and smiles.*

Helena: I don't believe that.

Storm: What makes you so sure?

Helena: I've seen what a truly horrible person acts like, and you don't act like that.

Storm: What? You spent two weeks around my brother Corey?

*Helena looks confused for a second.*

Helena: No, I was actually talking about Suzy.

Storm: What did she do to you?

*Helena gets a faraway look in her eyes.*

Helena: She's destroyed my self-esteem, she's ruined countless of relationships of mine, and she still keeps me around to make her feel good.

*She need not say anything...he just gives her a hug. Strange how something like this brings people together, right?*

Storm: I have no idea what she's said to you, Helena...but you're a beautiful woman with lots to offer this world...and a girl with fantastic potential.

*Helena gives him a half-smile.*

Helena: Really?

Storm: Sure...you seem to have infinite patience. People in this world seem to lack that these days...it's quite sad.

Helena: It sure is.

Storm: I'm not as patient...I was back in high school, but I now just try to keep pace with the world around me.

Helena: I see.

Storm: I think I need to take a week off...if only to actually slow life down for a while. I miss going to Angels games and Disneyland. Did you know for my birthday, I bought season tickets for myself, and I've only gone once?

Helena: That's terrible.

Storm: Eh...I'm on the road most of the time. I don't know why I buy them.

*Storm takes her by the hand, and the two move and sit in a corner booth.*

Storm: So...tell me more about you. I'm interested.

Helena: Me? There's nothing really to tell. I've lived a pretty normal life.

Storm: I'm sure you have something interesting to tell.

Helena: Not really. The only exciting thing is when I was a model right after high school. That's where I met Suzy.

Storm: I can easily believe that you were a model...a wonderful face, pretty eyes...yeah, I see it.

Helena: Are you kidding? I'm nothing special.

*On impulse, Storm kisses her lips, and smiles.*

Storm: Well, if you didn't think you were special before, you are now. You can tell your friends you kissed the King of Violence.

*Helena looks at him in surprise. Then she smiles.*

Helena: No, I can't.

*She then grabs his head between her hands and kisses him.*

Helena: Now, I can.

*Storm laughs, and smiles.*

Storm: So...should I have brought my polaroid for preserving the memory? Because now I feel special.

Helena: Not as special as I do, I bet.

Storm: Oh?

Helena: Yeah.

Storm: I can't help but feel partially responsible for all this tonight.

Helena: What do you mean?

Storm: Well...I did begin to think that I wanted to make sure you had a fun time tonight...and it looks like you're having fun now.

Helena: I definitely am.

Storm: So...you ever had dinner with a king?

*Helena shakes her head, giggling.*

Storm: Well...it seems my evening's free tomorrow night...around eight o'clock...I'll make it a royal decree if I have to...*smiles*

Helena: You won't have to. I'd love to.

Storm: If you don't mind, I think I'll leave the cape and crown at home...

Helena: I don't mind.

*Storm wraps his arms around her, and sighs.*

Storm: Well, I can finish the night off with a wonderful chariot ride.

Helena: That sounds nice.

Storm: Well, technically it's a jeep with a rust issue. I haven't bought a new car since high school.

Helena: *giggling* That's okay. I've never had a car of my own.

Storm: I had one given to me by the HWF, as part of winning the tournament...it's this nice BMW. I'll never drive it...I get all these things I'll never use.

*Helena nods.*

Storm: You can come raid my house for anything you like or need.

Helena: Oh no, I'm not like that. I have what I need, thank you.

Storm: I insist...what is it going to do in my place? I don't have anyone else who needs anything...I just spend my time giving. Like I have a charity event this week. I helped build a skateboarding park in Anaheim.

Helena: Really, I don't need anything. Honestly.

Storm: You're too modest.

Helena: I just don't want you to think that I'm like that.

Storm: I couldn't think that. I'm a strong believer that there's good in everybody.

Helena: I wish I could believe that.

Storm: Sometimes, it's just harder to find. If you would've gotten to know me a few weeks ago, you'd have a difficult time seeing it in me, but I think I'm changing...and I like that a lot.

Helena: I'm glad.

Storm: *checking his watch* Wow...can you believe it's 4 AM already?

Helena: Really? Already? Wow, time sure does fly.

Storm: If you still want to, I know this nice place up here in Canada that you can see the sunrise from.

Helena: Mmmm, I haven't seen the sunrise in so long.

Storm: Well...once again, the HWF put me up in this fantastic suite down the block...I'm game for watching it if you are.

Helena: Definitely. If you could stand my company for a little while longer.

*Storm gives her a kiss on the cheek.*

Storm: I love company...especially when they're smart, pretty, and an HWF fan.

*Helena giggles. So cut to the chase, will you already? The scene switches to a shot of the sun rising, and Storm and Helena under a blanket watching it all.*

Storm: I told you it was beautiful.

Helena: Wow, you were right.

Storm: I'd seriously trade it all for one day of having absolutely nothing to do though. Six years, and I'm always somewhere every day.

Helena: I'm sorry.

Storm: Well...I'll do something I've never done before today.

*Storm reaches down, picks up his cellphone, and dials.*

Storm: Hello...Sterling? It's Jon. Yeah...I'm taking the day off...I need to sleep. Why haven't I?

*He looks at Helena and smiles, and she smiles back.*

Storm: Have you ever tried to sleep with all those cuts on your back? I'll call you in the afternoon.

*He hangs up and slowly stands up, yawning.*

Helena: Tired?

Storm: Yeah...I guess this is the part where I sound like an ass. I'm sleepy...but you're welcome to stay and make yourself comfortable. I'm sure I'll be up before 3 PM.

*Helena looks at her watch.*

Helena: I should be going. I'm a bit tired too and I need my sleep.

*Storm walks over to the monstrously large bed, and kind of falls onto it. Exhaustion, stress, and blood loss all factors in this snooze. He keeps his street clothes on, and just closes his eyes.*

Storm: G'night, Helena...feel free to give me a call here at the hot....zzzzz....

*Helena smiles and gives him one final look before grabbing her purse and leaving the room.*