Okay, I know this is an extremely odd pairing! But, give it a chance! I've got really a good plot going with this one! So here's the first chapter! :D

Mickie James paced back and forth in her hotel room. She had exactly one minute left…and that one minute felt like an eternity. The brunette sighed and sat on the edge of the queen-sized bed. "Why weren't we more careful?" she asked aloud. She stared at her reflection on the hotel vanity as if it could answer her. Instead, the Mickie James look-alike just stared back at her. "Guess I'm on my own with this one." Mickie said sighing. She lied on her back, trying not to think about the possibilities. Mickie thought of the encounter she had with him about two months ago. He had broken up with his girlfriend, Melina. They had been talking in a hotel bar, then one thing led to another….

*Flashback*

Mickie had known JoMo for a long time. They had entered the company around the same time. They had entered the company around the same time back in 2005. Not its 2011, John's career had been on thin ice because of the WrestleMania thing while Mickie's career is going better than ever.

"Well, Mel and I broke up."

"Oh…I'm sorry to hear that."

JoMo shrugged taking a swig of his beer. Mickie giggled softly before taking a sip of her Tequila. "You don't seem too sad about it." She pointed out once the shaman of sexy placed his beer on the counter. Her brown eyes focused on the young, handsome superstar. He'd really changed through the years. It wasn't a bad changed, he was better than before. Okay, he'd always been good-looking, but she was thinking personality wise. He'd actually…matured a lot. No more disrespecting wrestlers like and Miz had done with Tommy Dreamer. No more bedazzling his abs, no matter how good they looked. No more doing that hip-swinging dance in the middle of matches. He's also more serious when competing in the ring. Not that he wasn't before, but still. He even has a nice set of facial hair going on.

"Well," he started, "I don't know exactly how to feel. I mean, we've broken up so many damn times before. If we get back together, great. But if we don't, then we don't." the brunette male explained. He began sipping more and more of his beer as the conversation continued. The way Mickie heard it, John could care less about what happens between him and Melina. Together or not. Honestly, Mickie couldn't blame him and she truly felt bad for him. He was getting burned trying to please the other diva. She hopes he learned his lesson. She looked at him. His demeanor, the way he looked and sounded, was just tired. Not only tired of his failed relationship with Melina, but tired overall. Tired of being criticized because of what happened at WrestleMania. Tired of being avoided by everyone because he made an ass out of himself. Tired of everyone thinking of him as a joke. He missed his friends, and so far only Mickie were talking to him.

"Wow, you're really over it huh?" Mickie asked, looking at him. His brown eyes met hers. "I am beyond over it…I-I just don't care anymore Mickie. I just don't. I'm just gonna focus on my career and regaining the guys' in the locker room respect." The shaman of sexy concluded shaking his head. Mickie heard him sigh. "Well, I think that's what you should do. Besides, you're a good-looking guy, there are still other girls out there. Maybe some else from the roster…" she started but trailed off when she saw John shaking his head. "No, I am not dating anyone in the same company as me anymore. I've only dated one and look how that turned out."

To this Mickie said nothing, only drank more of her Tequila.

A few hours later, Mickie and JoMo were still in the bar, drinking the night away. They were a little tipsy, but sober enough to walk on their own. At least they thought they were. "We should get going…it's getting a little late." JoMo slurred slightly. Mickie giggled as the effects of alcohol, began to settle in. John attempted to stand, only to fumble. He managed to catch himself as Mickie laughed at him. "Shut up." he said as he held onto the bar stool with two hands while Mickie attempted to stand as well. Unlike Morrison, she was successful. A few minutes later, they were in the elevator. The metal doors closed and the elevator began moving. Mickie leaned on John, listening to his heartbeat. "John….your chest is talking to me." She said, her eyes widening slightly.

"No way, seriously? What's it saying?" John asked, curious. "It's saying: Thump thump thump." Mickie replied. The shaman of sexy scrunched up his nose and looked down at Mickie, who looked up at him. "Wow….I wonder what that means." He said a bit sarcastically. Mickie stuck out her tongue. John fake lunged at her, an effort to "bite off" her tongue. "Hey! I need that!" the shorter brunette whined while the handsome male laughed. "I…I wasn't really gonna bite it. I was just kidding." He defended. Mickie rolled her eyes before returning to resting her head on his chest. She reached up and began playing with John's hair. "You've got such…perfect hair." She said giggling. "Yeah? You've got such perfect…" he trailed off when Mickie sent him a look. "What? I was gonna say…eyeballs." He defended. Mickie playfully slapped his chest before placing her head there once again.

"Hey Mick."

"What?"

"Knock knock."

"Who's there?"

"Daisy."

Mickie looked up at him in confusion. He wore a childish grin on his face, but she asked anyway. "Daisy who?", she asked. "Daisy me rollin, they hatin…" JoMo sang. The brunettes busted in fits of laughter. "Wow, that was funny." Mickie said as the elevator doors stopped. This startled Morrison, and he tripped over his own feet causing them both to fall. He landed right on top of Mickie, who let out a grunt. "Oh shit, Mickie you okay?" he asked, propping himself on his elbows. Their legs were tangled slightly. Mickie sighed as she blinked a couple of times. She looked up at John and raised her browns. "I am now…" she said. At first JoMo didn't understand what she meant, but the longer Mickie stared at him, the message became clear.

Before they knew it, their lips were pressed together in a kiss. Mickie ran her hands through his hair as he rested his hand on her hip, the other playing with her top. A cough came from above them, but they ignored it. Then came a giggle…Morrison growled in annoyance and looked up. Mickie tilted her head at an angle so she too could see who it was. There stood Edge and Layla hand in hand, Layla holding her puppy with the other. "Dammit." JoMo muttered as he stood up then helped Mickie stand as well. Layla continued giggling while Mickie tried hiding her face on JoMo's shoulder. However, the shaman of sexy wasn't embarrassed at all. If anything, he was irritated to the max that they were interrupted…hallway or not.

"What's up?" he asked casually, as if he weren't just about to go at it with a diva on the floor. "Um…we;; we were gonna use the elevator. But we see it's already occupied, so…" Edge said, looking away. Layla continued laughing softly. "I'm sorry, but I actually wanted to get you two in a room before you-know-who would be seeing this." The English brunette said raising her brows. "Who?" John asked, then thought about it. "Oh, no me and her? We're done. Over. Finished…and any other words that's a cinnamon to those ones." He answered.

Edge and Layla looked at each other. "You mean…synonym?" The blonde asked, stifling a laugh. A drunken John Morrison is pretty entertaining…and illiterate. "Yeah, that." He said before adjusting his button down shirt. "Oh, Mickie why are you hiding, I know it's you." Layla said, grabbing the other brunette. Now, for the first time Mickie felt exposed in front of her co-workers. "Nothing to be ashamed of." Layla added. "Nope, nothing at all. You kids have fun." Edge said reaching for Layla's hand and leading her to the other elevator. "Yeah…you too." Mickie said.

John looked at her once the couple was gone. "Yeah you too? Really Mick?" he asked, laughing. "Shut up. We should go to my room, its right down the hall." She said before she began walking. John followed the shorter brunette down the hall. When he had kissed Mickie….it was strange. He had felt something, something that he's never felt when he kissed Melina. Not even their first one….and he knew for a fact that Mickie felt the same thing. "Here we are." Mickie said cheerfully. She slid the key-card in the slot and the red light turned green in approval. The diva pushed the door open and stepped inside. John followed and closed the door, hearing the lock click.

*Present*

Mickie sat up as she realized the three minutes were up. She made a beeline for the bathroom and grabbed what she wanted from off the counter. A pregnancy test…..

….

"John, what do you think of this one?" Melina asked placing her hands on her hips. John looked up from his videogame and looked at his girlfriend. They'd had gotten back together a few weeks ago and things were just the same. Only difference is that John is earning his respect back in the locker room, and he is the number one contender for the Intercontinental Championship against Santino. "You look beautiful baby." He said before returning his attention to Black Ops: Zombies. Melina slapped her hands against her sides and sighed. "You said that about the last two dresses." She said before walking to the bathroom. The WWE Hall of Fame ceremony would be in a few days, and she was deciding what dress to wear. Edge and Trish Stratus were being inducted this year. Morrison sighed shaking his head as he continued the carnage. Today and tomorrow were the only days he had off and he wanted to spend one of them at the gym and the other playing videogames.

A knock came to the door and Melina came out of the bathroom, still wearing the dress, to get it. She opened the door and smiled. "Hey Randy." She greeted giving the Viper a hug. John didn't look up…he and Randy didn't get along for other reasons, but despite this he and Melina stayed friends. "Hey Mel, you ready?" Orton asked, casting his icy eyes towards John. The brunette could feel the stare on him, so he looked over at Randy and stared back. "Umm, give me a few minutes….so I can get dressed." The raven haired diva said. She noticed the tension between the two wrestlers. She hurried into the bathroom so she and Randy could leave for their signing.

"So, playing videogames huh?" Randy asked, sitting on the bed. "Yeah." John answered, not looking his way. "Hm." The other male replied before tapping his foot in a rhythm. John began to wonder what was taking Melina so long, and he wished she would hurry the hell up. As if on cue, Melina comes out in blue jeans and a white tank top. She grabbed her purse and black sunglasses. "See you later baby." She said quickly before pecking John on the top of his head. "Alright babe." He said. Randy led the way out before Melina closed the door. John sighed and turned off the X-box. He didn't feel like playing anymore. He changed his mind and decided to go to the gym.

…

"Wait, so you're….you're pregnant?" Michelle asked, looking at Layla. Mickie sighed but nodded. "Yes, yes I am….I can't believe it." She said placing her face in her hands. LayCool looked at each other once again. They didn't recall Mickie dating anyone. Layla remember Mickie and Morrison flirting a couple of times, but that stopped once he and Melina got back together. "Well…who's is it?" Layla asked, even though she felt like she knew the answer.

Mickie mumbled an answer, but the other divas couldn't understand what she had said. "What was that Mickie?" Michelle asked. Mickie lifted her head and looked at her two friends. Despite the 'Piggy James' storyline, and the one they'll be having, LayCool were still her friends.

"I said….It's John's. John Morrison. "

Okay, so there you have it, the first chapter. It's odd I know, but give it a chance! I've got a great feeling with this one. Also, check out my Mickie/Jeff fic "Broken" Review please! :D