A/N: So this is the story that people voted for me to write next, so here it is.
I'm not going to give away too much, because in all honesty, I'm not sure where I'm gonna take this yet.
Anyway, I hope you enjoy, let me know if you think I'm onto something :D
"Ow! What the-? Ugh! John, get up!" John Cena groaned sleepily and buried his face in his arms. Something soft and pliable hit him, he supposed it was probably a pillow. "We're late! Get up! John!…Ugh!" There was the sound of a slamming door and John groaned again. He felt like he'd only just gone to sleep. He sighed, his eyes still closed and rolled over. Then let out a bellow as he felt himself suddenly falling, before hitting the floor with a dull thud, tangled in a blanket. He squinted and dragged the blanket off his head to look around. Then he remembered. He looked resentfully at the couch he'd been sleeping on.
He scrabbled around on the floor in front of him, knowing he'd put his watch down there before going to sleep. His fingers closed on it and he dragged it up to his face, peering at it. He lay there, staring at the watch for a good five or six seconds before he made any sense of it. She was right, they were running late. They had to be on the road in thirty minutes if they wanted to make their flight. Bloody hell.
He wrenched himself up, only to fall over again as the blanket had tangled around his ankles. He lay on his back and kicked it away with more flailing than was strictly necessary, then attempted to right himself again. He was glad she'd left the room, that would have been embarrassing.
He quickly got dressed and stuffed his belongings into his suitcase, glad that he'd brought it along the previous night instead of leaving it in his own room. Ugh, last night. John was not a fan of drama and last night had been full of it. Once he was dressed, his companion still had not come back into the room, but the noise from the shower had long stopped. He frowned, then sighed. He walked to the bathroom door and knocked lightly; "Indy…you okay in there?"
He heard a bang as if something had been dropped, then a slightly choked female voice called back, "I'm fine. I'll be out in a minute!" John rolled his eyes, but sure enough, about five minutes later she emerged. Indiana Richards. She had flame red hair and startling emerald eyes, she was average height with an athletic build, her hips perhaps a little wider than she would have liked. There was a smattering of freckles across her nose and the summer had turned her skin to a gentle peach gold. Right now, her eyes were slightly ringed with red, she'd clearly been crying, but the look on her face told John that if he mentioned it, she'd snap him like a twig. The key to getting along with Indy was to acknowledge that her temper overruled any argument you may have thought up.
John averted his eyes, "Ready?" Indy looked around the hotel room and then nodded, adjusting her bottle green tank top unnecessarily. John didn't question her further, he knew her mood would change again soon enough. Indy was the sort of person whose moods flashed from change to change with extreme speed.
The drive to the airport was quiet. Indy had her nose stuck in a magazine, so trying to talk to her was impossible. John flicked on the stereo, but Indy reached over and flicked it right back off. A short and silent fight ensued. Indy won. They arrived to find that their flight was going to be delayed. Indy scowled at the man behind the information desk and John looked at him sympathetically as the red-head narrowed her eyes, "Why is it delayed?" She asked in a deadly voice and the poor man looked frozen to the spot. He stuttered a little, trying to form an answer, but Indy cut him off, holding up her hand, "Forget it! If you can't formulate a sentence without excess mumbling, I have no interest in talking to you."
She then turned and stalked away, leaving John to jog after her. He lifted his eyebrows at her as she threw herself into one of the seats of the waiting area, "You're in a particularly sunshine-like mood this morning." Indy narrowed her eyes at him and he held up his hands in surrender and sat beside her. He was silent for a moment, before asking tentatively, "So, last night…"
Her head snapped round and she glared at him. Okay, that subject was clearly off limits. John sighed. It was going to be a long wait.
"Eve!" John jumped as Indy suddenly called out, he looked at her, but she was looking elsewhere, a suddenly bright smile on her face. He followed her gaze to see Eve Torres winding her way towards them. Oh god. Now, it wasn't that John had a problem with Eve, she was a nice enough woman, it was just that when Eve and Indy were together- "Indy!" Eve squealed as the other woman jumped up to hug her. They both proceeded to spend the next five minutes giggling and greeting one another in a way which left John staring at them in utter bemusement. He felt someone sit down in the seat beside him, but he was too busy staring at the suddenly hyperactive pair in front of him to look around. He knew who it was anyway, he knew the cologne, which was always overused and the amused dry laugh which sounded. "How long since either of them took a breath?" John's new companion asked. John wrinkled his nose and shook his head, "Seven minutes and counting." He looked around then, his eyes landing on Randy who was looking past him to Indy and Eve, with a thoughtful expression on his face, "How's she doing?" John turned his head again to look at Indy, "Well, she hasn't killed anyone yet; so pretty well."
"Randy!" Randy lifted his eyebrows as he was suddenly addressed in a demanding tone. He leaned back in his chair, folding his hands over his stomach, "Yes?"
"Do you still have that magazine I gave you?"
"Yes, it's now framed and carefully preserved as one of my most prized and valuable possessions." He replied in a dry tone, earning him a glare from Indy, "You threw it out, didn't you." She concluded with an accusing tone and Randy shrugged. Indy made a disgusted noise, then turned back to Eve and began chatting animatedly again. John looked at Randy, curiously, "What magazine?"
"Some music magazine she wanted me to look at."
"Did you look at it?"
"Yeah…I watched it fall in the waste paper bin." John snorted and shook his head. Randy had known Indy longer than he had, they'd met just after she had joined the WWE. Indy was a gym coach, specialising in martial arts and wrestling. She trained the divas as well as providing physiotherapy for all of Raw's onscreen talent. John had met her after he'd torn his pectoral muscle, she'd helped to ease him back into the ring. John had always been curious as to why she had never shown any interest in being a wrestler, but she refused to talk about it, claming that she was perfectly happy in her job.
Both Randy and John's attention was drawn then by Indy making a noise like an angry cat. Jey and Jimmy Uso had just walked into the airport. Jey looked over at Indy and smirked, then strolled towards them. John and Randy exchanged worried glances. He stopped in front of Indy and shoved his hands casually into his pockets, "Hey, Ind."
"What do you want, Joshua?" If anyone needed an indication of just how angry Indy was with him, it was the use of his given name. Unfortunately, he didn't seem to take this hint. "I just wanted to see how you were."
"How I am?" Indy laughed bitterly, "You wanted to see how I am?" John and Randy both abruptly got to their feet, but it was too late. Indy had launched herself at Jey, knocking him to the ground and proceeding to pummel him with her fists. Eve hopped anxiously from one foot to the other, whilst Randy and John both grabbed Indy. She squirmed and wriggled in their collective grasp as Jey pulled himself to his feet with the help of his brother. "Lemme go! Let. Me. Go!"
John suddenly howled in pain as Indy sunk her teeth into his hand. He quickly let go of her, which surprised Randy, so she was able to escape him and go in for a second attack. Jey tried to fight her off without actually hurting her. Randy quickly wrapped his arms around her waist and dragged her back. Jey stared at her, "You're insane!"
"And you're a lying, cheating, no good, son of a bitch!" Indy screeched at him, her red hair falling into her eyes. Jey's expression darkened, but his brother muttered something to him and they both turned and left. Randy kept hold of Indy, just in case, but she was now just half hanging in his hold, glaring after the retreating Fatu brothers.
Randy looked at John, who was childishly sucking on his hand where Indy had bit him. His eyes caught Randy's and widened innocently, "Thorry." He apologised, not taking his hand out of his mouth. "Um…guys." Eve's voice brought them both to her attention, she pointed at the burly looking security guards headed their way and Randy groaned quietly, his arms tightening around Indy warningly. The two men approached, both folding their arms at the same time. Randy could see out of the corner of his eye that John had opened his mouth to make a snaky comment about this and stepped intentionally on the other man's foot, causing him to yelp.
The security guards eyed John as if he were unstable and then looked at Randy, "Is there a problem?" Randy shook his head firmly, "No. No problem. Just a little misunderstanding."
"Misunderstanding? Pah!" Indy exploded scornfully and Randy squeezed her, making her gasp. He then smiled pleasantly at the guards, "Excuse her, she's got the mental age of a child. Quite tragic really." Indy turned her head to glare at him, looking betrayed. It took some smooth talking on Randy's part, but eventually the security guards left and Randy decided it was safe to release Indy. She skittered away from him and he could see her eyes searching the surrounding area for any sign of Jey, but he was gone.
At this point, a group of fans spotted them and came running over. Randy, John and Eve spent ten minutes chatting easily to the mixture of teenagers, whilst Indiana hovered in the background. One of older girls who appeared to be in her mid twenties, a very pretty, blonde who would have been much more attractive without the faceful of makeup she was wearing, suddenly spotted Indy and looked at her with a slight sneer, "Who are you?" Indy lifted her eyebrows at the teen and a slow, catlike smile spread over her face, "I'm their bodyguard." John made a choked noise and Randy thumped him helpfully on the back. Eve just smiled. The girl regarded Indy with open scorn now, her eyes raking up and down the red-head slowly, "You don't look much like a bodyguard. You look like one of those pathetic groupies I've heard about, that follow the wrestlers around, acting like they're friends with them."
"Unlike yourself, of course, who simply pins a few pieces of strategically placed material to their body and hopes that the removal of any sense of dignity will somehow distract people from your lack of personality." Indy's tone was perfectly innocent as she continued to smile at the woman, who flushed a dark red underneath her layers of foundation and spray tan. Her traitorous friends were badly masking their giggles. The woman seemed to consider replying, but thought better of it and turned on her heel, stalking away, leaving her group to follow slowly after her.
"That was mean, Indy." Eve scolded her without any real weight and the red-head looked at her, grinning, "Yes, I suppose it was." John and Randy both rolled their eyes and the four of them sat back down to wait for their flight to be called, hoping that nothing else would crop up to set off the explosive temperament of the hot-headed trainer.
