Kate Jackson frowned as she looked at the latest reports on the World Wrestling Entertainment website.

On Monday nights, she'd sit on her bed and watch Monday Night RAW on the USA Network, but as of last night, the pain killers had taken their toll on her and she had passed out long before the clock had struck nine pm.

She figured that she really hadn't missed much in last night's episode. It would be Randy Orton attacking John Cena, John Cena trying to fight him off, and John being knocked out via an RKO from the Legend Killer. While most Cena fans decidedly hated this pattern, Kate didn't mind. Usually, this foreshadowed a win in the upcoming pay-per-view.

But from the looks of the website's headline, she'd never get to see that match.

"John Cena injured. Out six to twelve months," she read aloud and sighed, "Damn. And just when I had something to look forward to every Monday night."

Immediately, she reached for her cell phone beside her lap top, searching through her contact list to find her best friend. After finding her, she clicked the send button and waited for her ringback tone to cease.

"Hello?" a feminine voice answered.

"Jules…" Kate whined and tucked a strand of light blonde hair behind her ear.

"Oh Christ," her best friend sighed and Kate could imagine her rolling her eyes at that very moment. "What is it this time?"

"John's out for six months to a year!" she continued to pout and heard her best friend gasp on the other end.

"Aww, poor John. What did he do now?"

"Tore his pec," Kate stated simply.

"Ugh," Julia replied in disgust. "Look at the two of you. You can't go a day without killing yourselves. Seriously, I am beginning to think that you two really are soulmates."

"Yeah…" Kate trailed off and glanced down at her knee, one week post-op and heavily wrapped in a fifteen pound knee brace complete with hinges and iron bars. "This sucks."

"I know, babe, I know," her friend empathized. "Listen, I'm coming home from West Chester in another few days, so we'll have plenty to talk about then, but I have to head to class. I'll give you a call later tonight, okay?"

"Oh, alright," Kate laughed and gave in. "I'll talk to you later."

"Bye, babe."

Kate clicked off of the phone and clicked on the read more button on the website.

As she read further and further into the article, she noticed that there was an email address which fans and well-wishers of John could write to in order to send him notes of encouragement.

Her eyes lit up at the chance and then her common sense knocked her back down.

"Don't be an idiot, Kate," she shook her head at her own stupidity. "He's John freaking Cena. Why the hell would he want to hear from an eighteen year old high school student who has been sitting on her ass the last week?"

I've got nothing better to do…

She finally decided to give writing John a shot, as she had absolutely nothing to lose. If he read it and thought she was an idiot, it was fine. She'd never know it anyway.

With another swift click of her mouse, Kate had opened Microsoft Word and began typing away.
John Cena moaned as he accidentally rolled over on his arm, waking him from his already rough slumber.

It had been a three days since he'd had surgery on his pectoral muscle and if you called feeling as though someone was repeatedly raking a steak knife down your chest painful, you'd would certainly agree that it wasn't feeling any better.

It was now close to noon and he still hadn't gotten much sleep over the course of the last night. John was quite sure that little fact wasn't assisting the healing process either.

John struggled to roll out of bed without further injuring himself and after doing so, opened the laptop on the nightstand and sat back down on his bed. After checking his email account, he began to have the feeling like he had missed something.

"What the hell am I forgetting?" he asked himself out loud, turning his head to the side and placing a hand on his chin.

Suddenly, it dawned on him.

"My other email."

"Kate!"

"Yeah, Mom?" Kate called back to her mother whom, judging by the distant sound of her voice, was likely downstairs.

"Your father is on the phone," she replied back loudly. "He wants to say hello."

"Is that all he wants to say?" she mumbled to herself and picked up the cordless phone resting on her nightstand. "Hello?"

"Hey, Princess," her father greeted her cheerily. "How you holding up?"

"Fine," she replied simply, not really feeling the need to explain her condition to her father.

"That's good," he added brightly. "It's absolutely sweltering in San Antonio, I must say. I hate the heat, you know that."

"You knew what you were doing when you left," she replied bitterly and her father began to catch on immediately to where the conversation was heading.

"Look, it's just two weeks, Katherine," her father addressed her by her full first name, with an exasperated tone, causing Kate to cringe in anger.

"Dad, I really don't want to hear it… I just don't, okay? I don't understand how your only daughter's knee surgery didn't take precedence over some stupid business trip!"

"Oh don't be so dramatic, Katherine," he scoffed at her and she could practically see his eyes rolling. "It's not like you haven't had this surgery before…"

"Wrong answer, Dad," she shook her head at his reply and bit her lip. "And by the way… it's Kate," she added and clicked off the phone. "Yeah, Dad. Way to care."

Dear John,

From one gimp to another, I send my well-wishes. I understand what it's like to be deprived of the life you know and love, of the sport that's your passion, just because of an instantaneous decision.

I tore my right ACL when I was fourteen and tore my left ACL this past June. It wasn't until September that I visited the doctor, as I wasn't in a lot of pain, or didn't feel the pain, anyway, and discovered this new injury. I actually had my surgery the week before you did.

For the next week and a half, I will be sitting in my room at home, on the computer, watching TV, and not really doing anything productive with my life, aside from homework. I thought senior year would bring me little work and even less responsibility. Ha! Maybe I should have thought of that before I decided to take honors courses. Woops.

Anyway, I just wanted to wish you good luck with your recovery and to tell you to push hard through your rehabilitation process. No matter how much sweat and blood you shed, in the end, you'll be thanking your body for a job well done. Trust me, I've gone through this crap twice. I know how it goes.

Keep strong, Cena. I can't wait to see you back in the ring.

Chain Gang is the Click,

Kate Jackson

John smiled as he re-read the letter a second time.

Finally, there was a letter in this secondary inbox that didn't call him an obscene name, threaten to kill him, or qualify as pornography. In fact, Kate Jackson's letter was a welcome one.

She understood the pain that he was going through and was going through it herself… for the second time in her life.

"She's gotta be one tough cookie," John mused with a chuckle as he turned his gaze away from the screen.

But then his gaze returned to the glowing light of the laptop, almost as if it were a light bulb that had suddenly gone off in his head. A wry smile spread across her lips.

John was about to give her the surprise of a lifetime.

"Julia, I am serious!" Kate stated firmly. "I swear, it's him!"

"Yeah, okaaaayy, Kate," Julia patronized her best friend and snorted. "What's his email address? John Cena at WWE dot com?"

"No! It's the one I wrote the email to!" she answered her excitedly, barely able to contain her anxiousness. "You know, the letter I told you about?"

"I know what you're talking about…" Julia replied, her voice crackling over Kate's cell phone, signaling she was still utilizing her speakerphone. "It's just highly unlikely, Kate. Forget that… impossible!"

"Maybe not…"

"Just open it, already!" her friend ordered her loudly.

"Oh, so now you believe me?" Kate arched an eyebrow.

"Well… what if, even though there's a slim to zero chance, you're right?"

Kate laughed as she clicked on the envelope icon, "You're such a fucking hypocrite, you know that… oh."

"What?" Julia asked her curiously. "What? What? What?"

"It's just a confirmation email, thanking me for writing," she sighed. "You were right."

"Thank you!" the older girl replied brightly as a loud chime graced both of the girls' ears simultaneously. "What was that?"

"Just another email," Kate shrugged and clicked on the New Mail button, waiting for the page to reload. Finally, it flashed up on her screen. "Uh… that's odd."

"What's odd?"

"I got another email from the same email address, you know… John's email address," Kate replied, chewing on her fingernail, already short from her five years of playing guitar.

"A duplicate?" Julia offered.

"Yeah," the younger girl agreed with a nod. "That's what I was thinking."

"Well, just for the sake of knowing… open it."

"Right," Kate answered and opened the email from her inbox, immediately recognizing it was not even remotely the same. "Holy shit."

"What?" Julia asked her curiously, a hint of déjà vu creeping across her mind. "What is it?"

"It's him," she marveled, her jaw dropping dangerously close to her blanket-covered bed. "This time… it's really him."

Julia gasped and grabbed her keys off of her dresser, "I will be there in ten."

A/N: I've been toying with this idea for a little over a month or so now and I decided I had to just go ahead and do it. Hopefully, you like this.

Leave me feedback, please! I want to know what you think!

Danielle