A/N: I just wondered how the show would be if Johnny was married too. This story started from that plot bunny.

A/N: I own nothing. Also, I've only seen the original and Cobra Kai, so things that happened in Part 2 and 3 won't be in this fic unless shown in Cobra Kai. Also, I tried to keep this Teen rated, but if you think I need to make it mature, just let me know.

Chapter 1: Things Aren't Always What They Appear On The Surface.

Kayla Lawrence blinked against the sunlight streaming through her bedroom blinds. She looked at her phone. 5 pm. She had to work in two hours. She got to her feet and stumbled to the shower. She groaned as the hot water hit her sore muscles. She was too old to still be doing this shit. This wasn't where she thought her life would be by now. She got out of the shower, thinking she would cook dinner before Johnny got home from work. Then she remembered the night before and the worst fight they'd had in a long time. Johnny lost his job. So where had he gone this morning? She just sighed and looked in the mirror. She tentatively touched her eye. It looked even worse than it had the night before if that was possible. She slipped her uniform on and went to the kitchen to find some ice.

Johnny was still gone. Well, judging by the number of beer cans and bottles scattered around, he had been home and left again. She filled an ice pack and held it against her eye with one hand while she started pulling out ingredients for dinner. She felt like she'd been hit by a truck. She desperately wanted to call into work and go back to bed but she couldn't. Child support and rent were due Friday. If Johnny had been fired then there was no chance that Mike was going to pay him even for yesterday. Mike didn't always pay him on time when he hadn't been fired.

Kayla didn't know why she stayed with Johnny anymore. All they did was fight. Or just ignored each other. There was no in-between lately. She couldn't remember the last time they'd even slept in the bed together. She did remember the last time they'd fooled around. Not that that was any better since it had been New Year's and now it was August. She was so touched out by the time she got home from work, she often didn't mind that he usually too drunk to even get it up by then, but she did miss just sleeping with him.

It hadn't always been like this. When they'd first gotten together, he'd been attentive and even kind.

She'd known him for as long as she could remember. Johnny had been her brother, Bobby's, best friend growing up. She'd had the biggest crush on him when she was in junior high and had taken every innocent touch and glance in her direction as proof that he loved her too and they were meant to be together. However, being four years older than her, Johnny never saw her as anything more than Bobby's kid sister back then. Johnny had to have known that she was head over heels for him. Bobby teased her about it mercilessly. When he'd start up around Johnny, Johnny would have the good manners to look embarrassed for a moment before winking at Kayla, then punching Bobby and demanding he shut up. Then there was the time she broke up with her first boyfriend and he'd gotten revenge by telling the whole school that she'd let him go to third base on their first date. That jerk was even waving around a pair of lace panties he claimed were hers. That was until all the Cobra Kais had surrounded him in study hall and demanded that he tell them what had happened on their date. He'd stammered out that she hadn't so much as kissed him while being ping-ponged back and forth between Bobby and Johnny. Then Johnny had forced him to apologize to her while Bobby was literally twisting his arm behind his back. That little display had backfired on her though, as no other guy would even talk to her for the next two years much less ask her out. It wasn't until all those Cobra Kais had graduated that someone got brave enough to ask her out again. Johnny and Bobby had graduated that summer and Johnny's mother died. After that, the families had lost touch until Kayla was twenty-two.

That was the year that a drunk in an SUV had t-boned Bobby on his motorcycle and her laughing, teasing, protective older brother had left this world. It was at Bobby's wake. Kayla had been doing her part, standing by her mother and father, behind Bobby's fiancee, trying her best not to break down as she smiled, shook hands, and accepted hugs and words of comfort from friends and strangers alike. Dutch, Tommy, and a few other Cobra Kais had come by, all grown up now, most with families of their own, but not Johnny. Finally, she'd managed to escape for a few minutes, finding a secluded spot outside the funeral home to have a cigarette. She broke down in tears at the loss of her brother and protector. She was a sobbing mess when she heard his voice as soft as butter and smooth as silk.

"Kayla?" he'd said.

She looked over her shoulder, then quickly dropped the cigarette and tried to wipe her eyes and plaster on her 'hostess' smile as she turned to face him, only as hard as she tried, she couldn't stop the sobs that tore from her throat.

"Shh.., it's okay," he'd said, closing the distance between them and pulling her into his arms. "I know. I'm going to miss him too." His own voice was broken and unsteady. When she looked up at him, she saw his eyes were red-rimmed and his cheeks tear-streaked too. She slid her arms around his waist and clung to him as he continued to hold her and whisper words of comfort in that broken voice.

Three hours later, they were still clinging to each other, only then, it was in her bed.

"I have a boyfriend," she'd confessed when he'd kissed her the first time.

"So?" he replied, brushing his lips against her neck. "Where is he?"

"Berkeley. He...he didn't want to come down for this. He didn't think that a 'big emotional scene' was the time for my family to meet him," she said, repeating what Crispin had told her when she'd called him.

"He's an asshole," Johnny replied.

"He's not, it's just.., he's not into emotional scenes," she tried to reach for an excuse.

"His girlfriend's brother died and he's worried about people being emotional? He's a pussy," Johnny replied, but he pulled away, putting some space between them and looking her in the eyes. "Do you want me to go?"

"No," she said. "I don't want to be alone."

"Neither do I," he admitted. "Tell you what. We'll stay together tonight and whatever happens, happens. Just two friends, seeking comfort in each other. No strings, no guilt. If you tell me to get lost, I will and this night never happened. If you just want to lay here together and not be alone, then that's okay too."

"Kiss me," she found herself agreeing and reaching for him. He wasn't her first, but he was the first to make her realize why sex was supposed to be fun.

"Do you want me to stop?" he whispered in the darkness.

"No," she said, sliding her legs up around him. "Don't you dare stop."

He'd moaned her name when he came. "Don't let me go," he breathed, as he collapsed against her.

"Never." She promised, kissing his forehead as he turned them so they were laying on their sides.

She guessed that why she still stayed. She was still holding him. After everything they'd been through and done to each other, she still couldn't let him go.

She turned off the stove, put the ice pack back in the fridge and went to the bathroom to finish getting ready for work.

"Kay?" Johnny called out, opening the door to the apartment. "I'm home."

"Getting ready for work," she called back.

A few minutes later, he opened the bathroom door.

"Damn, Baby," he said, looking at her reflection in the mirror. He crossed the space between them and took her face in his hands, angling her eye toward the light. "Damn."

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