Title: Body Image II: View Askew

By: Shannygoat

Rating: NC-17, sexual content, adult themes, language, discrimination

Characters: Randy Orton, Jeff Hardy, and others.

Summary: Sequel to Body Image. Whether one is 285 pounds or has a flat chest, the only body image that is important is your own. But, is it possible to be body beautiful when you judge yourself through the eyes of those you love?

Disclaimer: I do not know or own any of the people in this story who are not born of my imagination. The characters of the WWE superstars are loosely based off of their TV personas and I do not have permission to use them in my fiction. The are owned by themselves and managed by Vince McMahon. Thanks for not suing.

A/N: Okay…so first I said I wasn't doing a sequel. Then I said I would, but I wasn't going to post it until it was finished. You know what I learned? I'm full of shit.

Anyway, I know how much you all got into Body Image, so be warned…this story takes on a different perspective of the Body Image challenge. I'd like to thank my beta for bouncing around ideas with me and encouraging me to write this. I have enough written to feel comfortable with where I am and where this is going.

With that, please, sit back... trust me and enjoy the ride. You guys rock and I look forward to hearing from you!

xoxoxo

Shanny

Prologue

The halogen lamp provided more light than the small room needed. With a grunt, she leaned over and clicked the switch to end the torture on her eyes. Finally, it was quiet and all she had to concentrate on was catching a few minutes of sleep. Shifting in the folding chair, Parker Sutton placed both feet up on the opposite chair and let her head touch the wall behind her. Her feet were pulsating and she swore she could feel fluid collecting in her lower extremities, but she couldn't be concerned about that. It wasn't like she could do anything about it right now, anyway.

She felt like she was falling, due to the speed that sleep quickly washed over her. But as soon as she was able to drown out the shitty day that wouldn't fucking end, her cell phone rang. With a jolt she sat up and grabbed the phone from off of the table. Her heart was pounding from being startled, but she still tried to answer as professionally as possible. "This is Parker."

"Dr. Sutton!" A smiling voice answered on the other end. "Were you dreaming about me?"

She was too tired to argue, but the tone of his voice made her want to try. "No…not at all."

"Then, I guess I'm just gonna have to work harder. I should always be on your mind."

She could tell he was smirking through the damn phone. Leave it to Randy Orton to make her completely forget that she was tired and hating life at the moment. "You better be careful…you might throw your back out." A little harmless flirting never hurt anyone.

For the past six months Parker and Randy had been seeing each other off and on. Everything seemed to have happened so fast, that she still didn't know how they happened. One day, she was infatuated with John Cena, met him and slept with him. Then things with John turned to shit when he decided to tell the world about it on the Howard Stern show. The next thing Parker knew, Randy Orton became her knight in boot cut denim.

It was that one night, when Randy showed her just how beautiful he thought she was, when things between them changed. He went from the "eh"guy, to a fucking sexy beast in her eyes. And since their time together in Puerto Rico, they started something. Neither one of them could define exactly what they started, but the important thing was, it was fun. Randy made her laugh. His rude-ass, crass, conceited, self-centered, delusions of grandeur, always put a smile on her face. It seemed to be his gift to her. No matter what she was going through, Randy always made it better by just the sound of his voice. With all of the other shit she had going on, she could always count on Randy to pull her out of a slump simply by saying something off the cuff.

"Nah…I'ma bust that ass wide open, that's about it." Just the thought of doing that made Randy shift in the driver's seat. "You being easy?"

If that wasn't the question to end all questions. There was a time when all she could do was think about becoming a doctor. Now that she was actually working in the hospital, she was having some serious second thoughts. Long days, endless patients, rounds, taking notes, and still attending classes; Parker started to wonder if being a doctor was really all it was cracked up to be.

"Please. I'm tired, my feet and my back hurt…I've been here for the past twenty hours and, because it's raining outside, people keep coming to the fucking emergency room. I don't know if I'm gonna get to leave when my shift is over." Reaching down, Parker massaged the cramp in her calf muscle with a loud grunt. "Why in the hell did I pick a transitional internship again? I should have just gone with prelim and worked in a fucking doctor's office. At least I would have had a normal nine to five."

Even though he agreed, he would never tell her that. She was so excited when she was offered the internship at Hopkins and the only reason she took the transitional position was because the Chief of Staff hand-picked her because he seemed to think she had potential. Randy would agree, Parker was going to make an amazing doctor, but the track she took meant she had little to no free time. For the first three months they started seeing each other, she had time to visit him. But since this internship, that was all shot to shit. His schedule was bad enough, hers made it damn near impossible.

"Tell them I said, nobody works my girl that hard… except me." Randy quickly put up his middle finger at Jeff Hardy who was laughing at him from the passenger's seat. "You want a massage, Pooh?"

"Right now? I'll take whatever you can give me."

Letting a deep chuckle come from him, Randy paid the toll and continued driving. "Oh, I got a lot I can give you. You think you can handle it?"

"I think you got that the other way around. Can you handle it?" Parker's brow shot up and she felt herself smile. "Where are y'all now?"

"Just outside of Philly. We should be there in a couple of hours." Finally getting the car back up to the speed he was comfortable with, he switched on the cruise control and sat back in seat. "I'm gonna drop Hardy off first, then I'll be over. I'll see you later."

Disconnecting the call, Parker fumbled with the wrapper on the single package of powered mini-donuts. If nothing else, the sugar fix would settle the rumbling in her stomach for a little while. Her schedule was so hectic that she couldn't remember the last time she had a real meal and the hospital cafeteria didn't serve what she would consider food. The vending machine just outside the emergency room proved to be her source of nutrition for the last few months. She told herself she was proving her theory that if it was cooked in vegetable oil, it became a vegetable. Eating Fritos, donuts, and butterscotch Krimpets several times a day was making her feel more tired and irregular than anything. But if nothing else, it helped maintain her fabulous figure, or so she joked. But the truth of the matter was at the moment, being two hundred eighty-five pounds wasn't all that damn fabulous.

Everyday, Parker's feet, ankles, calves, and back reminded her just how much she weighed and she honestly didn't know if she could do the entire two year rotation at that rate. Skinny people weren't meant to stand upwards of ten hours at a time and on days like this one, Parker had been on her feet for twice that long.

Looking down at her pager, she cringed before popping the last donut into her mouth and downing the rest of the Vanilla Coke in the bottle. Please God, whatever this is, just let me be able to get out of here in a half an hour. She discarded her trash and limped on her swollen feet toward the emergency room doors.

Something had to give.

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Parker let out an audible sigh as she settled in the bathtub. She had used so much Epsom Salt that she could feel the tiny granules under her legs as she desperately tried to get comfortable. Resting her head on the back of the tub, she raised one leg to look at her foot. Her toes looked like little Vienna sausages, they were so swollen, and her ankle wasn't in much better shape. She ran her foot over the spigot and distinctly felt a blister starting to form on the ball of her foot.

This shit was getting fucking ridiculous. Doctors were supposed to help people, not put their own health at risk in the process. Her feet were screaming that to her in protest. And judging from the condition that they were in, there was no way in hell she was going to be able to wear the cute new shoes that she bought. She'd have to worry about that later. With three days off and Randy coming over, more than likely she wouldn't get a chance to put shoes on. It's not like they really did anything outside of her apartment anyway. He was usually just as tired as she was and when they managed to steal a little time together, it was usually spent fucking, sleeping, ordering in, and vegging out. It didn't sound like the most exciting relationship in the world, if it could even be called a relationship, but it was all that either had time for.

"This better be good." Parker answered her cell phone with a sigh. Even in the tub she didn't get a minute to herself.

Avery Brooks, Parker's best friend and partner in crime, let out a huff as she settled on the couch in her apartment. "Park…have you heard from Randy? I tried calling Jeff but his phone is going straight to voicemail."

Avery Brooks and Jeff Hardy… that was a couple that their friends didn't think stood a snowball's chance in hell. If ever two people that were complete opposites never needed to be together, it was Avery and Jeff. Much like Parker and Randy, their relationship was unexpected. Avery was sweetheart, but she could be volatile at times. Not one to just snap out on a person for no good reason, Avery usually lost her damn mind when someone she cared about was threatened or if she felt cornered. If it hadn't been for that night where she tried to bust Charlie Haas' head open and whip John Cena's ass, nothing would have ever come of Jeff and Avery. But Jeff admired her loyalty to her friend and that pit bull attitude of hers. It took really getting to know her, to realize that she was a really sweet albeit, insecure girl. It was her insecurities that caused her to be so damn defensive. But he liked that about her, she was in complete contrast of his personality.

Jeff was more laid back, and analytical. He always assessed the situation and tried to be the voice of reason with his friends. That's not to say that Jeff wouldn't go off, if prompted, but initially he'd try to explain the situation first. Avery? She would explain what was going on while whipping that ass. She was reactionary while he was introspective and he was the calm to her storm. She was the one that took him out his own head space and brought that other side of him back down to earth.

Jeff Hardy was the first guy in ages that took the time to get to know her, before he tried to sleep with her. And though she appreciated him for that, after dating him seriously for three months, that Southern gentleman shit was tap dancing on her last fucking nerve.

"Yeah...about an hour ago. They should be here around eleven. He's gonna drop Jeff off first." Parker reached over put the vanilla scented candle on the edge of the tub. This aroma therapy shit needed to start working.

Drawing her knees up to her chest Avery shook her head. "Okay, so I've made an executive decision. This is the weekend when Jeff and I get down." It was eating at her. For months he had the opportunity but just didn't take it. "Cause if he doesn't give it up willingly…I'm taking that shit by force."

"Ry-Ry, it's just sex." Parker was entirely too tired to deal with Avery's whining about why Jeff wouldn't sleep with her. On any other day, she would be right there, dispelling every paranoid thought in Avery's mind. But right now, the only thing she could think about was, are my ankles actually getting bigger?

A dismissive chuckle came from Avery's mouth. "Bitch, you only say that shit because you're fucking getting it. You're fucking Randy Orton, the horniest motherfucker I've ever met in my life. While I on the other hand, am with Jeff. The nicest guy on the fucking planet. He's so fucking nice, in fact, that in three months, I've had no dick. None, nada…zilch. I'm gonna forget how to do it. I fucking need to get laid."

"You're like a bitch in heat."

"I am. You think it sounds bad, how in the fuck do you think I feel?" This was so frustrating. Avery adored Jeff. He was quite possibly the nicest guy she had ever met. He was always so sweet and patient with her, even when she went off about the slightest things. She knew she was high-maintenance, but that didn't bother him in the least. He accepted her for who she was, flaws and all. She didn't have to pretend to be something else, something more like what he was use to, when she was with him. She could whine about having cramps and sure enough, he would have a heating pad. She could get drunk and start doing table dances, and Jeff would be dancing right beside her. Nothing she did seemed to bother him, so why in the hell wouldn't he sleep with her? "I like him so much, Park. This shit is getting on my nerves. I'm about to catch a charge for raping a motherfucker."

Parker chuckled. Avery's frustration wasn't funny, but the way she carrying on was. "Maybe he's got a little dick. He might be trying to save you from that disappointment."

"Well shit… he's got a fucking tongue and I got plenty of toys. We can work it out. My tits may be little, but damn, the rest of me ain't. This is some good shit over here." Standing up from the couch, Avery took the cordless phone into the bathroom with her. "That's it…it's going down this weekend, and if it doesn't, I'm gonna need you as a character witness at my trial."

Parker laughed at her friend, no longer feeling her feet pulsate. Thank God for small miracles. "They don't lock up Supermodels. We're too damn fly for that shit."

"All I have to say on the matter, is that motherfucker better be eating out tonight, or I'm sending is ass to your place." Gathering her shampoo and conditioner, Avery placed the items in the bathtub.

"Oh fuck no. You ain't cock blocking because you ain't getting any." Tired or not, she was doing Randy when he got there. Some things were just a given. "Y'all better play Scrabble or some shit and leave me the hell alone."

"Alright, I'm gonna get in the shower. I need to smell good for my night of no dick." Avery shook her head at the prospect. "Have a good one."

"You too…and if you hear screaming from across town. It's just me…Getting my freak on, dawg!"

Avery tried to keep the smile out of her voice, but to no avail. "Fuck you, Parker."

"That would be Randy's job. See ya later."