Title: Silent Night, Holy Night.

Author: Anonymous_Se7en

Rating: T

Disclaimer: You recognize it, I don't own it.

Author's Note: This is a one-shot fanfic that could blossom into more than that granted people like it and would like me to flesh it out into more chapters. It loosely takes place in Massachusetts but for this story we will assume that John Cena (as well as Mickie James) were born in Boston because I relate more closely with the urban environment. The types of families that these characters have will differ from the actual families they have (ex. Instead of four brothers John will have a younger sister who is my OC Hailie) and some of the people/places mentioned will be entirely fictional. All else will be explained in the fanfiction. Enjoy!

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Alexander Hamilton Park, Boston Massachusetts

11:58PM |December 24th, 1993|

Her hands shivered as twinkles of snow flakes danced among the stars and settled on the white ground. Her mittens had a small hole where the index finger could poke out of and it exposed most to all of her left hand to the frozen weather that threatened the warmth of Massachusetts' capital and caused her cheeks to burn a crimson glow from the frosty winds that swirled through the night. She padded across the playground - they had arranged to meet at the isolated bench just past the playground but before the recreation center - and in the distance she could make out the dark, blurry outline of the recreation center and she knew she must be close. The recreation center's outline had aided her this time but she could have located the bench with a blindfold hindering her vision and a rope binding her two wrists together; she'd been raised mere blocks from this park and had visited it so many times, many of those times she had been accompanied by him and she wondered if he knew the park as well as she now did.

The bench had been blanketed with a sheet of white snow and the tips of her fingers numbed as she pushed the snow from the bench with her gloved hand onto the ground. A beautiful, healthy oak tree shaded the area and a small lamp post had been secured into the ground a few feet from the bench. The lamp post illuminated the area evenly - including the bench and oak tree - and embellished the appearance of the snow covered ground - caused it to glimmer in the presence of the moonlight. She situated herself on the bench and wrapped her arms around herself to preserve the little body warmth she still had left.

Maybe he forgot...She thought quietly and unexpected tears needed to be blinked back as she peered into the snowstorm that swirled around her. He couldn't have forgotten...I mean, it's tradition, our tradition...

The possibility that he had forgotten gripped at her heart and caused her physical pain, her home-life was mediocre and same went for her school-life and social-life, except when she was in his company she felt more happy, more excited, more joyful...everything just felt better with him around...even more so than when she spent time with her boyfriend Christian Reso whom she would never tell about her discreet meetings with him. Christian would murder him; she would never allow Christian to strike her but that didn't mean he wouldn't do it before she had the chance to leave. Christian suffered from jealousy which strained their relationship and caused arguments about the smallest of things. He was her little secret, she had been faithful to Christian but in a way she felt as if she were being unfaithful by coming to see him without Christian knowing. Granted Christian had never asked but if he had she was sure her mind would never allow her to tell the truth if he did ask. In a way she was lying, in another she wasn't. It was all so confusing, which is why tonight couldn't have come at a better time.

Although she worried that he wouldn't show...

"Mickie?"

The deep voice was unmistakable.

She looked over her shoulder and his blue orbs caught the moonlight and they glistened.

"Miss me? I didn't forget.