Summary: Why 2012 was not John Cena's best year at all. The blows he got dealt by life that almost destroyed the men that was John Cena.
Pairings: John/Randy, others will also be featured
Warning: Slash, Violence, Drama, Mpreg, Cena and Orton will be a bit AU in their personalities, I will be switching among different points of views throughout the story. I will not label the points of view but the story's lay out is clear enough that you will not be confuse as to who is speaking or whose thoughts are you reading.
Disclaimer: The WWE, its characters, employees, slogans, and music DOES NOT belong to me. If it did Raw and Smackdown would not be on USA or SyFy it would be on the playboy channel. All that belongs to me is the plot and the Orton-Cena children. Elizabeth and Samantha do not exist in this world.
A/N: For the sole purpose of my plot, injuries and/or story lines will be added, adjusted, or completely taken out.
Now onto better things!
xoxo, WritingGhost
The pain he felt was unbearable. John never thought he would ever feel pain like this in his life. Not at least that it was going to be delivered by the person who had sworn to him to protect him, to keep him safe, to love him. This man was his protector, his best friend, his one and only lover. His eyes filled with tears as he felt his heart to beat painfully against his chest, the air left his lungs. He felt as if he were drowning. The burning sensation across his chest made him feel as if he were about to faint. His eyes focused on nothing but the two men that were in the bed in front of him in the throes of passion.
In the bed in front of him was the man he had loved more than anything in the world for the last eight years, Randy Orton. The other man he was furiously having sex was no other than one of his other best friends John Morrison, the second man being as important to him as his own siblings. It was unbelievable but the pain he felt increased even more when he heard the sweet nothings Randy whispered to John. He could not help it but sob or he risked the chance of suffocating. The sounds he made must have been loud. Instantly he saw as Randy came to a complete stop on top off John. John immediately shoved Randy off of him and Randy fell naked to the floor eyes blown wide open.
He watched as John rushed towards his clothes and quickly put on his shirt and jeans. He looked about as innocent as a snake. All the while Randy looked as if he were to die. He did not even care. Any other day we would have done his damnest to wipe the look that Randy was wearing off of his face. But he was being ripped apart by the two men that had become so vital in his life.
"Johnny! Please let me explain," Randy said, "I swear it's not what it looks like!"
"Really Randy so, you just did not pull your dick out Morrison's ass?"
John waited for a response from Randy. Hell at this point he would have even listened to a sorry as excuse from Morrison. Neither man was forth coming. So he did the only he could do at a moment like that. With all the dignity he could muster he walked towards the closet of what was their locker room. Got his bags, put all his stray clothes in them, all the while Morrison and Orton watched. He then proceeded to put all his bags by the door. He took out the hotel card key from his pocket and placed on the night table. Then he walked towards Randy who was covering his body with a bed sheet. Randy looked at him intently as he took off the engagement ring that was on his ring finger. The very same ring that Randy had place on his finger the day Randy won the belt on 2008. Now it all meant nothing. He looked the ring then at Randy as the memories rushed back to him. As tears accumulated in his eyes he extended his arm out as Randy did the same. As if on cue Randy opened his hand and John placed the engagement ring on his palm.
"Johnny," Randy pleaded with tears in his own eyes, "Please don't do this to me, to you, to us. Please don't break us apart!"
"Randy you broke is apart the moment you took Morrison to bed."
With that said John walked to the door, pick up his bags, and slammed the door shut. As he walked towards the elevators the tears started to flow freely. He did not even bother to stop them he knew there was no point in trying to. The pain he felt was so unbearable that all he wanted was to crawl into a hole and disappear. Never in his life did he think he'd be betrayed by Randy and John. As he stepped into the elevator he pressed the number fifteen towards CM Punk's hotel room.
As he got to the door marked 1550 he knocked three times and called Punk's name. As he waited he felt all the courage he had mustered up crumbling. The pain he felt beating and whipping the walls that surrounded his heart. He choked up; he couldn't breathe as the realization of what happened hit him hard. It was over.
"Hey, John boy!" CM Punk exclaimed happily as he saw one of his favorite people that changed as he took in the stated John was in, "What's wrong John? Who the hell did this to you?"
"Phil- Phil he- he," John didn't even bother to continue and just wilted and felt onto Phil's arms.
CM Punk caught John Cena as he fell onto him. He didn't know what the hell was wrong but what he did know what that when he found who did this to his John boy there would be hell to pay. No one and he meant no one messed with Superman without his strict authority. He pulled John tighter into him and caressed his back and made some soothing and comforting noises. He needed help.
"HARDY! Get your ass here NOW!" CM Punk screamed.
"What the hell Phil?!" Jeff Hardy reprimanded his husband of four years, "I just put Alex to sleep!"
"JEFF!" Phil exclaimed , "It's John. Some thing's wrong. Grab his bags and come back inside quickly."
Jeff Hardy was a man who never stood for nonsense or loud noises. Not even from his husband, especially if the loud noises that his husband made waked up his four month old daughter. Especially because they had a four month old who seemed to think that she was a vampire. But at the site of John in Phil's arms he instantly forgave Phil. Jeff and Phil owned a lot to John. It was because of him that they were at the place they were now in life. They both would do anything for the men if it was within their reach and mean.
However, to see the great John Cena reduced to nothing but a crying mess. Hit him hard in so many places that he wanted to cry himself. Phil might not know what was wrong with their beloved John boy. But he was sure that each John's tear droplets had the initials RKO written all over them. Whatever Randy did he was going to pay for in blood! Jeff quickly grabbed John's bags, closed the door, and placed the bags in the closet.
With ninja like quickness he moved towards Phil who was sitting in the bed while an inconsolable John laid partially on him crying heart twisting sobs. Sounds that were tearing at Jeff and Phil. Phil looked towards Jeff with tears in his eyes. To say that Phil liked John was an understatement. At best of times he saw John as his brother the rest of the time John to him was like his son despite the fact that they were so close in age. Jeff watched helplessly as Phil started to shed tears for a man that meant so much to him.
"Come on John boy," Phil whispered, "Come on look at me. Tell me what's wrong! If you don't tell me I can't fix it!"
"Phil- Philly," John sobbed miserably onto Phil's' chest, "You can't fix it this time. It's horrible!"
Jeff watched as John moved into a siting position with the help of Phil. He got a bad feeling in the pit of his gut. As he watched John grab Phil's forearm with his left hand and did not see John's cherished engagement ring. Either Randy broke up with John or John broke up with Randy. He also saw the moment Phil noticed as well and saw how Phil's facial expression darkened.
"John," Phil said gently as he wiped John's face clean from tears, "Where's your engagement ring?"
"I gave it back to Randy," John answered while apparently finding Phil's FREE tattoo the most interesting thing in the world as he played with Phil's fingers. Jeff smiled.
"Aha, what happened John? You never take that ring off unless you're wrestling or training! So what the hell did that moronic snake do this time?"
"I walked into our hotel room," John paused as he seemingly work up the courage to tell Phil what happened, "I caught him in bed having sex with Morrison."
As soon as John finished his explanation Jeff got up to restrain Phil. Who was already running towards the door. He ran after him and tackled him down. Violence was exactly what John did not need.
"Phil!" Jeff harshly whispered, "John doesn't need this. He's had enough pain in one night. He shouldn't have to deal with you going to jail for aggravated assault. He needs you to be his best friend right now!"
"You're right." Phil said as Jeff got off of him.
Jeff watched as Phil grabbed John and hoisted him up in his arm bridal style and took him into the bathroom. He came back out and grabbed one of John's bags from the closet and walked back into the bathroom deathly quit. He actually felt horribly for Randy, when Phil gets his hands on him he'd wish he never was born. He listened as not even 15 minutes late Phil opened the bathroom door. To revealed a freshly showered John. Phil then led John towards one of the bed and actually tucked John in. He watched as Phil tenderly rubbed John's head until he fell asleep. Phil kissed John's head and then turned off the side lamp.
Phil then moved towards the recliner chair and sat down heavily on it. Jeff moved towards Phil and sat on his lap and leaned his head on his husband's shoulder. He felt as Phil moved his right arm to caress his sides as with the other he played with his pink and blue hair.
"Am going to kill him Jeff," Phil stated simply.
"You can't John loves that stupid son of a bitch."
"I know. But it'll make me feel better. He made my John boy cry Jeff! Do you know what he said to me in the bathroom?" Phil didn't wait for an answer and continued, "He said he wanted to die! My John boy said that!"
"Phil," Jeff said as he turned around and emerald green eyes met olive green ones, "You've love John for so long that the thought of him be hurt hurts you. I understand that. But you can't do anything more than to horribly maim Orton. Regardless of the pain he caused. John still loves him and watching Randy hurt will even hurt him more. All you can do is beat Orton not too horribly and love and support John. He'll need you."
"You're right."
"Of course I am! I am freaking Jeff Hardy, King of the World!"
"Whatever Princess, I guess I have to be Superman's sun huh?"
"Yeap"
"John is not going to be the same after this is he?"
"No, Phil he will not. But he'll definitely be stronger for it."
The Brooks leaned back into the recliner. As both men cuddled into one another, both keeping their eyes and ears on alert for any movements made by either their daughter or John. One was content in her dreams. While the other struggled to even dream peacefully in his.
A/N: I just began this story so enjoy! I will try to post the next chapter within this week.