Title: Message Received 1/? - Randy

Author: Music

Category:WWE

Rating: T for teen...cuz I like to swear hehehe

Summary: Lana Survived. She SURVIVED!!! Now she has to put her life back together and figure out where do they all go from here?? What is with John's sudden interest in her? What will happen to Randy? And why is someone from her past that she'd rather forget seemingly popping up? Damn life was easier when she thought she was dealing with imposters. Sequel to Instant Messenger.

Disclaimer: the OC's belong to me… wrestlers belong to the WWE and themselves,

Spoilers: No????

Feedback: Please

Author's Note: I know you're all like WTF happened to Message Received? Well, I decide I didn't like it and redid it. the format is a little different. Where as IM was all from lana's point of view, in this sequel, you get a look into everyone else's mind and see what they are thinking. I thought it was a neat concept and here is hoping I can pull it off, so please, let me know how I'm doing and I hope you still enjoy this one!

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I'm a professional wrestler. I know, big duh on that one. But what I'm trying to say is that as a professional wrestler, I've lived through so many scary events in my life. So many missed spots in the rings, so many wrong landings, career threatening injuries, numbness and pain after matches, even some scary traveling moments.

But nothing, nothing compares to that moment when I thought I had lost Lana.

I remember that day clearly, sometimes I still have nightmares about it and when she's not with me, regardless of the time, I will text or call her, just to make sure that it was, in fact, a nightmare.

John had been the last one to get tested and the call finally came in, saying he was a match. I had gone in to tell them both, only to find John above her, trying to wake her up. Right away I just knew something was up and when I tried, she was still unresponsive. An ambulance showed up and she was taken away, John and I with her. John, so he could be prepped for surgery faster, and myself, because I refused to leave her side.

It happened in the ambulance. She quit breathing and the machines she was hooked up to resounded through the vehicle with one long, resounding beep.

I almost quit breathing myself.

"Fucking help her." I yelled at the attendants.

They assured me they were doing all they can, and after a few more choice words on my part, and CPR from them, she had started breathing again, but until that moment she woke up from the marrow transplant, I didn't sleep, I didn't eat, I paced the waiting room when I couldn't be with her.

I had once been the bad boy of WWE. I smoked pot, I drank all the time, I had temper issues, I started fights and was very close to losing my job. After one such incident I was suspended and that's when I met her. To this day I don't even know how she got my email address. She told me she got it from her friend, and I don't even know how her friend got it, I think I've talked to her friend once but for some reason, I felt an instant connection with Lana, so kept trying to talk to her. She was so easy to talk to and it wasn't until later I found out she was so easy to talk to because she didn't even believe it was me. She thought I was a poser and you can't really blame her for thinking that because again, I don't understand how these people got my address. But I was so pissed that she didn't believe it was me and I wanted so badly to prove that it was me. I enlisted the help of others but she pushed us away and I didn't understand it at the time. Finally, it took her cousin interfering and putting us together in the same place for her to even comprehend what was going on.

Lana never made it easy, not from the beginning and yet for some reason I couldn't let it go. I just had to keep pushing. Perhaps it was because she was so stubborn, perhaps because she was so willing to just throw away the friendship we had started, I had to keep trying. So when we were up in Vancouver, I told Danni about our signing and we arranged it all to have Lana there.

All I know, is when I first really saw her, I was in awe. Sounds corny huh? But it's the truth. Looking back now, she looked sickly, she looked so much tinier then that picture she had up online but back then I didn't see that, I just knew there was something there and I knew I did the right thing in not giving up on her. The moment our eyes met and she finally realized that it had been me the whole time, I decided then and there that she would be mine.

But Lana wasn't so easily convinced. She fought me tooth and nail the whole way. From slapping me when I kissed her, to finally relenting on us being friends, as long as I promised not to fall in love with her. The lie easily rolled off my tongue when I promised I wouldn't. There was no way I was in love with her at the time but something inside me knew it wouldn't be long.

Sometimes though, I wonder how I could not notice there was something wrong with her. I know now, that she had gone into remission when we met, but she was too pale, too thin, too fragile looking. And even when she stopped wearing the wig because her hair had grown in, it didn't even clue in then. Not even her avoidance on certain topics, or the way John had started acting around her, like he was afraid she would break at any moment, or disappear out of our lives. None of that clued in. I didn't notice that, I just noticed her and how when she was around, everything seemed just a little bit better. I cleaned up my act, I started getting a bigger push and everyone commented on how I was improving. No doubt it was because of her. She just made me want to be better.

Like I said, I knew it was only a matter of time before I fell in love with her and soon I realized that if she didn't already it was only a matter of time before she felt the same way as well. The first time after she came to see me, I was pretty sure she was beginning to feel the same. Her and Danni left and it was like she completely disappeared. She avoided both John and I, and her cousin had no reasons for what was going on.

Finally I had enough and I went to go see her. I can still see the way she looked when I pulled up. She was on her porch swing, looking as if she had lost her best friend and when I sat beside her and looked into her eyes, I knew I had her. I just knew. And finally, I kissed her.

I could go on about everything that was going through my mind at the time, but I'm pretty sure I've already admitted hell of a lot more then I wanted to. Just know that she began to open up more, she finally began to let me in. We were finally getting somewhere. I was helping her get involved in wrestling, by urging Hunter to use her in their skits and hoping she would run with it and do what she had once told me in our early conversations.

That last visit she had to me was the turning point, the one where everything seemed to change. Lana and Danni showed up as they usually did but Danni seemed so angry and Lana was just…sad. There's no other way to describe it but again I didn't push, I knew how Lana worked now, and she wouldn't tell me until she was ready. So I let her go home, with the promise of seeing her soon and with the decision to tell her that I had broken my promise, I had fallen in love with her. But when she picked me up everything was just off, she was withdrawn and distant and it worried me. Did she know what I wanted to do? Is that what was scaring her? I decided to go ahead and tell her anyway but despite every bad scenario that was going through my head, nothing prepared me for what she told me.

"You can't love me Randy, you can't."

"Why?"

"Because- because I'm dying. I have Leukemia and I'm dying, so you can't love me."

She ran away after that and I was too shocked to follow. I stayed in that park for what seemed like hours before I finally got back in my car and headed straight for the airport. I was in too much shock to comprehend much of anything and I still don't understand how I got through customs and on that plane to Australia. I still don't remember anything of the flight nor the landing and going to my hotel and to the arena. It wasn't until John mentioned something to me that everything came back to me and even then, all I could think about was how John knew, how he knew and didn't tell me. I lost it then, everything went hazy again until I was sitting in Vince McMahon's office and he was asking me what the hell was I thinking, hitting John then threatening Hunter, Shawn and Chris, he was threatening to suspend me and at that point I didn't even care but before he could, John entered and told Vince what was going on. Told him how I had just found out that my girlfriend was dying and I wasn't taking it to well. I was on the verge of telling John to fuck off and mind his own business until Vince gave me his condolences and told me to go home and get my head on straight, I had the rest of the tour off. Knowing I was in no condition to wrestle anyways, I thanked him and grabbed my stuff and went straight to the airport, ignoring John and anyone else trying to talk to me. I just wanted to go home.

When I got to St. Louis and picked up my car I didn't end up at home like I originally planned. I ended up at my parents place and I remember walking through the front door, my mom coming out of the kitchen to see who it was. She looked at me in surprise but before she could ask me what was wrong, something on my face must have stopped her because, instead, she came towards me and it didn't matter that I towered over my mother by a foot, she pulled me into her arms and moved me to the couch where I finally told her the whole story and finally started crying.

"Randy, you can't let her go." My mom whispered to me when I was done and we just sat there, her hugging me.

"mom, what am I supposed to do?"

"Whatever you have to."

I don't want to let her go but I- Why wouldn't she tell me?"

"Probably because she feared this exact reaction from you?"

"What? Me being upset?"

"No Randall, you running away. I know it hurts baby, and I know your upset but how do you think Lana feels? She's at home feeling abandoned and probably wondering if you were even telling the truth when you said you loved her."

"I was." I exploded, sitting up and moving away from her. "mom, she made everything better for me. She made me better. I probably wouldn't even have my job still if she hadn't been around. I changed because she made me want to be a better person. I would do anything for her."

"Then you have your answer, sweetheart."

I stared at my mom as she stood up, confused by what she meant.

"Do what you have to Randy, but don't let her go."

She went back into the kitchen and I left soon after, trying to figure out exactly what my mom mean.

Finally after hours of driving around, it came to me, unfortunately, I had to wait until the next day to go through with my plan, then many more days to find out it didn't work. I was devastated but even so, logged on to messenger in invisible mode because I knew Lana had received the phone call informing her as well.

She finally messaged me to inform me of what I already knew, I wasn't a match but we were able to work things out. I loved Lana, I knew it then just as much as I knew it before and I told her as much. She still tried to push me away, her attempts were feeble at best and it was then I knew for sure she had fallen for me as well. My only regret was I didn't go see her right away.

Because Vince had given me the time off from the tour, I had agreed to an appearance at FCW. My match had just finished for the night when I checked my phone to see that I had missed 9 calls from John and just as I went to call him back, he was calling me again.

"Man, calm down, you know I had a match."

"Randy, you need to get up here, like right now."

An icy fist gripped my heart and I didn't even wait for the explanation before I grabbed my bag, threw everything in it, threw on some pants and took off for my rental.

"Where's Lana?" I asked as I grabbed everything.

John sighed. "She's in the hospital. She collapsed while we were out with her."

"Is she going to be okay?"

"She hasn't woken up yet. Just get up here Randy. Danni has your flight info, I'm sending it to you now."

That was the longest flight of my life, and waiting for Lana to wake up felt like years. When she finally did on the Tuesday, we were all well aware that the Cancer was rapidly spreading and she wasn't given much time. I was so angry when I heard the news and even more so when the doctor told Lana. But later that night as she was sleeping and I sat in the chair beside her, holding her hand. I vowed to do everything in my power to fix this and to keep Lana as happy as possible.

I had already discussed with Vince about doing something to help with the bills. I was content to pay them all myself but I knew my Lana, I knew she would never let that happen so Vince was willing to step in and help. We were able to get Lana home just like she wanted and I felt horrible because I thought time was running out. Everyone we could think of was getting tested but nobody was proving to be a match for her. I even sent John to Mexico to look for her estranged father.

To this day, Lana believes we didn't find him. Truthfully? John had no problem at all. His name was Eddie and she was right, he did run a brothel in Mexico, or at least was part of. John told me the guy was stoned and drunk off his ass at 1 pm in the afternoon. For days John kept returning there pleading with that man to come back and help Lana, to do one unselfish thing in his life and at least get tested.

His response?

He had no daughter.

We couldn't tell her, we knew it would hurt her. She had no feelings whatsoever towards this man but if he had the chance to save someone and didn't at least try, well if Lana hadn't been so sick, I would have gone down to Mexico myself and kicked this guys ass.

As the days went on, I saw Lana slipping further and further away. I don't think I've ever been as emotional as I was at that time. I remember proposing to her Even knowing I could lose her at anytime didn't take away from it. Even if we were only married for a month, a week, a day, that would have made me happier more then anything, knowing I had something special with her. But she refused, she didn't want to see me widowed so soon.

Then came the day… the day I received the phone call and the day she slipped into a coma, falling asleep for what could've been the last time. Waiting for the ambulance, the ride to the hospital, the waiting for news about John and Lana was pure agony. I couldn't breathe properly until the Doctor came through the doors and told us that both have made it and it was a success.

She was alright.

Lana was going to be okay.

I remember sinking to my knees in relief, the weight on my chest lessening. Beside me, Danni let out a small sob as she sunk down beside me, wrapping her arms around me, as we held each other crying in relief. When she woke up the weight finally disappeared and I held her hand, unable to stop the tears again.

She was fine, she was going to be okay.

And I knew that this was just the beginning for us.

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