(A/N: Okay people this is my fourth fic… I've been writing this thing since august. I haven't posted it, I've just been writing it, I am unconfident in this story, I don't know why, but regardless my sister has been pushing me to post it for like three months and i'm almost 99.9 sure that this plot hasn't been done before! So here it goes. The time now is 5:21 am, and I cannot sleep, so I said what the hell I just might as well post this sucker up already. It is another OC story, with a pretty interesting plot. BTW, it says John Cena got time off for injury in this chappie, but when I started writing this thing John was not on injury, I just said he was on injury for fictional purposes. However much later on in the story he will get time off for the injury absence he is on now. Also, I discovered something last night that truly bothered me! Adrian Jade's incredible story "Ride of your life" (I am not done reading it but I really do like it, has two minor characters mentioned with the names of my lead characters (YIKES!!!) (in chapter 3) and this morning (like 4:45am) was my first time reading her story, and I know she hasn't ever read this story because no one has except my sister, so it is just a coincidence. I just am troubled by it because I really tried hard to pick out unique names, but obviously, they are not all that rare lol. Okay people READ REVIEW and as always ENJOY!)


SUMMARY: John Cena was on top of the world he had money, women, and fame, he was the ideal bachelor; but when his best friend dies, he is forced to take on the task of raising his infant goddaughter with his best friend's sister, who hates him. Now that John is forced to grow up, how will he fair? John/OC. Inspired by Joe Cocker's "Have A Little Faith in Me"

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE WWE CHARACTERS IN THIS STORY! I ONLY OWN Donny, Danica, Mary, Karen, Lily, Giselle, and any other people that pop up that I mention lol.

"It was a mistake, a simple mistake." John tried his best to convince his short-term girlfriend Michelle McCool as they stood in the middle of a back hallway in the Continental Airlines Arena.

"The mistake was me actually getting together with you in the first place." Michelle said as tears began to fill her eyes.

"Baby just try and hear me out for a sec" John said getting tired of arguing.

"NO! I am tired of hearing you out. You slept with that skank on purpose; you did it because you wanted to. Yeah, she came on to you, but you didn't stop her! You can't be in a relationship John…" Michelle said in a defeated tone; she spun on her heal and began to walk away.

"And why is that?" John asked her retreating form. Michelle turned around with daggers in her eyes.

"Because you are still a child yourself… You can't take responsibility for your actions; you need to grow the hell up!"

John turned around and smirked. This always happened; John would sleep around, and bask in his glory. He never took anything seriously. After all, he didn't have to; he didn't need to take responsibility for anything… right?

(The next morning)

John's eyes squinted from the sunlight peaking through the curtains of his freezing hotel room. John groaned, not only from the lack of sleep but the killer hangover he harbored. He rolled over only to be meant with a gorgeous, yet unfamiliar face. He sighed, what was he supposed to do now? He could not even remember the girl's name, which is if he even bothered to find it out at all. John set up; he rubbed his temples and yawned. Looking over at the clock, he winced; it was 10:57am. Now when his one nightstand left it was highly likely that his peers would see her exiting his room. John stood up and stretched he walked towards the bathroom. On his way there, he noticed her purse. He looked over his shoulder to make sure she was still sleeping. John then dug through her purse to find her wallet. He took it out and opened it, he found her license. Her name was Giselle and she was 19. John put her license and wallet back in her purse and dropped it on the floor where he had found it. After using the bathroom, John came out of the bathroom and walked over to the bed.

"Giselle…" John called her. He touched her shoulder "Giselle" he spoke louder this time. Giselle rolled over on her back. If not for the sheets, she would have been naked. Giselle's eyes slowly opened.

"Good morning" Giselle said in a small whisper.

"Wish I could say the same thing. But I have a hangover… so maybe you should uhh..." John had no problem telling her to leave, but she had innocent eyes. She reminded him of a doe eyed puppy.

"Just one more time…." Giselle asked. John hung his head and put his hand on his hips which bore chain gang boxers. John looked back at Giselle and simply shook his head no. Giselle looked away in embarrassment as John searched the room for her garments tossing them on the bed for her. After being humiliated and putting on her clothes, Giselle grabbed her purse and left.

(30 minutes later)

John stepped out of the shower dripping wet. As he wrapped a towel around his waist, he looked in the mirror and stared at himself. "Grow the hell up. What the hell for?" John asked with a grin.

John just began shaving his face when his phone began to ring. He looked at the caller id which read "Boog"

"Hey bro" John answered

"John… there's been an accident… It's Donny…" His brother said with a choked up voice.

"What happened?" John said as a knot formed in his stomach.

"You need to come home John." Boog advised.

"I'm coming" John replied and hung up. John immediately turned to leave the bathroom when the nervousness and the hangover took its toll on him. John spent the next five minutes heaving over the toilet. After brushing his teeth and getting his things out of the bathroom, John threw his things in the suitcase. Afterwards John put on a plain white t-shirt, and a pair of jeans with an old pair of sneakers. He grabbed his room key and his cell phone and left the room hastily. John reached the airport within forty minutes. Things actually worked out well because he had planned to go home for the next two weeks. He was injured in the storyline and finally had time off.

(90 minutes later)

John sat on the plane and closed his eyes.

(FLASHBACK)

"Your not gunna do it…. I bet you your not…" Eight years old, John Cena stood at the bottom of a large weeping willow tree that had branches which hung well off into the lake in West Newbury Massachusetts.

"Bet you I will." Donny Porter shouted down at John as he straddled a branch looking down in the lake under him.

"Kay. Betch you my dog whistle." John yelled to his best friend Donny.

"Kay… Here I go…" Donny looked back over his shoulders at John and the rest of the Cena brothers. Donny stood up and closed his eyes.

"He's scared!" John's brother Dan yelled.

"No I'm not I-AHHH!!!" ---

(END FLASHBACK)

"Excuse me; I just need to use the ladies room." A stunning girl said to John. John sat up in his chair making room for the girl to get through. John was so worried when he got on the plane that he had not even noticed the beautiful girl next to him.

"Thanks" The girl said to John with an inviting smile. Normally John would have introduced the girl to the mile high club during that flight (If she was not already a member). But the worry over his life long friend caused him to focus on something far more important. The well-being of his best friend.

(2hrs and 15 minutes later)

Danica Porter ran into Mercy hospital to see family and friends taking the space of an entire waiting room up to themselves. She had gotten back into town as quickly as she could. She sighed and plopped down into a chair.

"Have the doctors said anything?" Danica asked nervously. All that she got was a series of heads shaking no. Danica sighed and continued to sit in the waiting room with family and friends. After an entire hour of waiting, Danica felt nauseous. The anxiety she was feeling had her so tense that her body was becoming ill. Danica put her head in her hands and cried. She could not handle it; she would not be able to take the pain. Not from losing him. She could not lose him.

"Uhh… Is this the Porter family?" A doctor with thick glasses asked.

"Yes…" Donny's mother stated.

"I am sorry to say this but-" Before the doctor could even finish the sentence Danica ran across the hall into the bathroom.

(Twenty minutes later)

Danica sat huddled up in the corner of a stall in the bathroom of the hospital crying. How could this happen? Someone has everything one moment, and nothing the next. The best life possible was torn apart, and only in the matter of five minutes. Soon Danica was hysterical. She had been so worked up that her chest was heaving uncontrollably. She could not take it. It was not happening. It was all just a dream; a terrible dream.

Danica couldn't breathe, and soon she was hyperventilating. She stood up with tears in her eyes and ran out of the bathroom. She was running, she was fleeing, she didn't know where to. Her head and heart were numb; her legs were leading the way. Nothing could stop her, she was moving far too fast. Her pain and anguish increased her speed to lengths that she had never run before.

WAM!

Danica felt like she hit a brick wall. She landed flat on her back. John felt a small bump and looked down realizing he had knocked the girl down. As he speedily helped her up and her long hair slid away from her face, he realized who she was. He would remember that face anywhere; although he had not seen it in about six years. The same tan skin. The same long brown hair and the same almond shaped hazel eyes. Her mother was from the island of Barbados and her father was a Sicilian man from New York.

"Danii it's me… what's wrong?" John held Danii in his arms as she cried hysterically.

"NO LET ME GO!" Danica fought for John to let her go. She beat on his chest and tried to yank away from him.

"Danii stop!" John shook Danii so she would snap out of her fit. Danii stopped beating at John and just stared at the spot on his chest that she had been beating.

"What is it Danii?" John asked begging for it to not be the worst.

Danii looked up at John with a fresh flood of tears.

"Donny's gone."

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