Title: Reflection of Passion Rating: -R- Warnings: Strong Language, Some Sexual Content Summary: John's blockbuster successtakesa heavy toll on his relationship... Disclaimer: Obviously, I own no one. All characters are property of WWE and themselves. Notes: John and Stacy are brother and sister in this story. (This is actually a sequel to 'I Won't Be Ignored', but you don't necessarily have to have read that fic in order to follow this one). Title comes from the song 'Just Another Day' by John Cena and Trademarc. Feedback is highly appreciated.
Characters/Pairings: Trish Stratus/John Cena, Stacy Keibler/Chris Jericho, Randy Orton,Lita/Edge, Christian,others?
Chapter 1
"John, you have to give that back to me… John, I'm serious! Give me back my engagement ring."
John Cena stuffed the diamond ring in his pocket, firmly shaking his head. His gaze remained stiff at the blonde woman pouted.
"No way," he denied her, pursing his lips together. "You ain't gettin' this baby back."
Stacy's eyebrow shot up curiously. From John's vacant expression, it was impossible to tell if he was really mad, or just playing around. She couldn't imagine why he reacted the way he did to the news. Everyone else was elated.
"And just what am I supposed to do when Chris notices I'm not wearing it?" she challenged, placing a frustrated hand on her hip.
"Tell him you can't marry him," John stated bluntly.
Stacy hissed, shaking her head furiously. John had loved her being with Chris from the day they got together. Now, because he proposed, John was suddenly stealing jewelry in protest.
"Nice try, Cena," she said, extending her arm to him again. "Now, gimme my fuckin' ring before someone gets hurt."
Again he shook his head, and Stacy groaned. She grabbed at his arm, but he swatted her away again. Then, her brown eyes turned angry and she punched him in the gut, earning a groan from the WWE Champion. He slapped her wrist, and a moment later, they were wrestling for possession of Stacy's ring.
"Hand over the diamond."
The sound of a very familiar voice caused John to release the arm lock he had on her. He caught Stacy before she could stumble, but he held the ring tightly in his hands. A bashful grin covered his face, but it faded when he noticed Trish giving him The Look. It was a move she rarely pulled out of her arsenal, but when she used it, everyone knew she meant business. It had him worried.
Stacy, he could handle. He was not so sure about a Look-giving Trish Stratus. Tossing her platinum blonde locks over her shoulder, Trish stood beside Stacy, her hand resting on the younger woman's shoulder.
"The ring," she instructed, gesturing to his fist with her free hand. "Pretty sure it belongs to her."
John's gaze fell, and kicked the floor with the tip of his sneaker. His death grip on Stacy's ring loosened, but he did not give it up.
"But Triiish," he whined, though he knew his case was hopeless.
"Grow up," she teased with a smile. "Let the ring go."
John sighed loudly. He opened his hand, staring at the flashy diamond in his palm. This just wasn't right. But he knew if held onto the ring for even a minute longer, he would suffer dire consequences. He finally gave him, a very unhappy look on his face as he shoved the ring back into Stacy's hand.
Stacy squealed with delight, sliding the ring back onto her finger. She turned to Trish, sending her a gracious look. Trish simply nodded, offering her friend a tiny smile. John eyed the women in silence, rolling his eyes slightly. Then, he turned away from them, stomping out of the bar in a huff. Trish just laughed, but Stacy's reaction was more serious. Concern flooded her features as she watched her brother storm off.
She looked at Trish, "Should I be worried about this?"
Trish put a hand up, shaking her head. There was no reason she should have to worry about John's pouting while she was celebrating.
"Not at all," she insisted, grabbing Stacy's hand. "You go party. I'll talk to the drama queen." Stacy giggled at the comparison, and then nodded. Trish watched as she hustled off. "Oh, and congratulations!"
Once Stacy made herself comfortable at the bar where Chris, Christian and Victoria had gathered with some others, Trish tore her gaze away. Then, she headed out the front door, where John had exited. She found him as soon as she stepped outside, leaned up against the front of the building. His eyes fixed on her, and she pouted at him.
"Waiting for me?" she asked, raising a brow.
John nodded, pushing himself off the wall. He silently held his arm out to her, waiting for her to link hers with his. He stepped away from the building. After a long silence, Trish sensed that he was not planning to speak.
"She's gotta grow up someday, John," she told him. Her tone was much more soothing than it had been inside.
He exhaled heavily as he led her through the parking lot.
"She's not ready for this. I don't want Chris rushin' her into things," he said uneasily. "He's my boy and all, but that's my baby sister he's foolin' around wit."
"They're far past the foolin' around stage," Trish argued. "You're protective, and that's cool. But she's 25 years old… you can't over her like she's 17. Besides, you know Chris is madly in love with her…"
"Exactly," John retorted. "I don't want either of them blinded into a decision they're gonna regret. I know I'm wound up about it, but even still, I think it's too soon."
Trish laughed, "They've been together longer than we have, and you're always tellin' me how that feels like forever." She paused, glancing up at him. "You should be happy for her, John. Be happy that she's happy."
He stopped walking, pulling his arm from hers. He stuffed his hands in the pockets of his shorts and tilted his head back, staring up at the dark sky. Breathing deeply, he took a few steps away from her.
"Hey, if she's truly happy bein' Mrs. Jerky, then I'm all for it. It's just that I want her to be sure she's really happy," he spoke, mentally counting stars. "She always said she never wanted to be the housewife who gave up her career to have babies and a husband she'd see once a week."
From behind him, Trish rolled her eyes. He was so melodramatic. If he wasn't so masculine in other ways, she'd swear he was a woman… or at least gay.
"You're jumping way ahead of yourself, babe. They haven't even discussed a wedding date yet," she reminded him. "And anyway, that 'don't wanna jeopardize my career for marriage' sentiment is a bullshit line women tell themselves because they haven't met the man they want to settle down with."
Though he didn't call her on it, Trish's statement made him curious. She constantly fed him that very same line she just said was bogus. He bit his lip thoughtfully.
"I overreacted in there," he conceded. "I just worry about her, ya know? I seen her wit one too many rejects in the past."
Trish nodded, the smile returning to her face. She walked over to him, approaching him from behind and putting her arms around him. Resting her chin on his back, she stared at the Boston Red Sox logo on the hat which rested backwards on his head.
"I know," she agreed, hugging him tightly.
John sighed, shifting his gaze around the empty lot. He removed his hands from his pockets and took hold of hers. She dropped them to his sides, and he held them there, while the slightest breeze hit and cooled the sweat on his face.
"Whaddya think Trish, am I horrible for actin' like that?" he asked quietly, lowering his head. He was starting to realize how ridiculous he must have looked wrestling Stacy in the bar.
"You're a good brother," Trish replied with a lazy smile. "Slightly psychotic, but still good."
John laughed, shaking his head. He glanced down at his Rolex, his eyes widening as he realized how late it was. He was doing an appearance on a radio show at 8:30 the next morning.
"Come on girl, lets get outta here," he suggested, turning to face her. He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her close to him. "Full scale album promotion starts tomorrow. I wanna get busy one night before the schedule gets bananas."
Trish giggled, "Don't you mean, get in one busy night before the schedule gets bananas?"
"I don't care how ya word it, s'long as it involves you and me getting' naked," he winked at her.
Trish smiled as her cheeks warmed. Almost an entire year later, and he could still make her blush. She turned in the direction of the car, dragging him along with her.
"Don't hafta ask me twice."