A/n from Jessica: well due to kirbey being gone cause of band camp, I had to beta this bad boy all by myself. I'm really sick of staring at this chapter though, its been sitting on my desktop unfinished for like a week. Oh well, new chap! :)

Disclaimer: don't own anyone.

Warning: violence, slash, smut and rape later. For now, just cussing and suggestive themes…

He thought he was getting better. He really did-but being told by your one and only love that they had been fucking someone else behind your back, that the entire time you thought they were blissfully happy he had been bored and sick of you was enough to resort you to a crying, depressed heap on the floor.

All he wanted to do was stay in his room and cry his already exhausted eyes out; to lay in bed, replaying old memories of when he and John were happy, when only having the other was more than enough for them. It's not like he had anything better to do-he couldn't sleep, wouldn't eat, things he used to enjoy doing now leaving him restless. It was no use anyway, every time he closed his eyes all he saw was John's face smiling back at him. Whenever he tried to sleep, shut his mind down and just pass out, another memory would surface and have Mike either sobbing or smiling as he desperately grasped to the only piece of John he still had. But as much as Mike wanted to hide out in his room, futilely hanging on to a time when his life had purpose, he had to go back to work.

Stephanie had called him up earlier, saying she sympathized with him, but if he skipped another house show she'd have no other choice but to wish him luck on his future endeavors. So, against his own wishes, he dragged himself out of his hotel room and to the arena for the night's Raw taping.

"Ha. I know right? Look Cody, Mike's back. Oh Joy."

Mike looked up from the bench he currently occupied into the smug faces of Legacy. Despite Cody getting drafted to Smackdown, they were still always together-they still went everywhere with each other, causing problems and starting shit where ever they went.

"What do you want?" Mike sighed, rising from his seat and putting some of his things into his locker.

"Oh, we don't want anything. Ted just had some news he thought you may want to know. Teddy?"

Mike sighed from his spot by his locker. Even with his back turned to Cody and Ted he could still see the identical smirks on their faces. Legacy was famously known for being gossiping little whores-always making sure to spread rumors and other shit around the entire locker room until a fight broke out. Then they'd just sit back and watch as superstars ripped each others throats out.

…Little bitches.

"Yeah. Ya' see Mike, Cody and I were talking to a couple of superstars-who shall remain nameless by the way…"

"It was Swagger."

Ted sighed, looking over at his partner, "Really?"

"What?" Cody asked, shrugging. "Jake wanted me to clarify just in case some shit goes down. He said he didn't wanna be the one facing Mike's wrath."

Mike turned around, leaning against his locker with his arms crossed over his chest. "Get to the point lispy."

"…Why the hell do I deal with this?" Ted sighed to himself, running a hand through his blond locks, as he looked over at Cody's offended face.

"Probably because he," Mike pointed to Cody, "is permanently attached to your dick."

"What?" Cody yelled, fighting to get by Ted who had his arms wrapped around him, preventing him from lunging at Mike.

"Hey! Cody stop. All right fine Mike, you wanna know what we found out?" Ted asked, as Cody paced behind him, trying to calm down.

"Please." Mike said, still leaning against the locker, not at all feeling threatened.

"Oh! Let me tell em' Teddy." Cody said, getting in Mike's face, huffing like a three year old throwing a fit. "Swagger told us that he saw your ex making out with someone in the showers."

Mike's smile fell from his face, morphing to a look of disbelief and hurt.

Cody smiled, enjoying the obvious pain Mike was in. "…With Evan."

Ted smirked, proud with Cody's viciousness and the fact that he'd paid back Mike back with that little comment. "He's right Mizanin. Apparently they've been screwing for a while. Even before you two broke up. So mean though, don't ya' think Codes? His own best friend."

Flashing a smug smile across his shoulder, Ted walked out of the room, a smirking Cody in tow.

Mike slowly sat down on the bench, unable to make sense of the words they had said. Evan? No, no way. He and Evvy were best friends, had been since ECW and always would be. Legacy was just trying to start shit, same as always. Half the time the gossip and rumors they reported hearing was fake anyway. There was no way…

Then why did Mike suddenly feel like his world was crashing down on him again?

When John broke his heart, Evan was the one who had helped him pick up as many pieces as he could. How was Evan going to fix what he had caused?

No, there was no way-Mike wouldn't believe it. He'd go and talk to Evan, let him explain this himself. Mike rose from his seat, forgetting his need to hurry and change into his ring attire before the show started. He would have to see Evan first, hear what he had to say-hopefully all he'd do is laugh, give Mike a friendly little slap, and tell him never to listen to the Priceless bitches again. Of course that's what'll happen, Mike reasoned, he's my best friend, he'd never do anything to hurt me. What am I doing? I'll just talk to him after the show. Mike turned back to his locker room, silently scolding himself for ever listening to Cody and Ted.

Mike stood by the Gorilla position, waiting for Evan to come through the curtain. After calming himself down, he decided to just meet Evan up after his tag match. Mike sighed, shifting his weight from foot to foot impatiently. Evan ought to be out by now, his match had long been over-maybe he was just selling the loss and was taking his time up the ramp.

Mike looked up, movement catching his eye as Zack Ryder came from behind the curtain, Alicia Fox on his arm smiling deviously.

"Hey Zack." Mike said, coming forward to stand next to the LI loudmouth.

"Sup' Bro? D'ya see that awesome win? Dude, I beat Bourne so bad!" Zack said arrogantly, looking to Mike for a response on his match.

"…You know it." Mike smiled, teasing Ryder, one of the few friends he had lately.

"Whoa man." Zack said, reaching to put his signature shades back on. "That's my line, bro."

Mike smiled, patting his friend on the back as he turned to follow Alicia down to the locker rooms. "Hey have you seen Evan by the way?"

"Yeah bro, went ahead a' me while I was celebratin'. Later!" Zack yelled, chasing after his new girlfriend like a little puppy.

Mike laughed at the sight, hearing a faint 'Woo woo woo' from down the hall. God, that guy was a mess-but hey he was his friend. Speaking of 'friend', Mike thought. Better go find Ev.

Mike sighed, running his hand through his blond locks yet again, still a little miffed at Evan's sudden disappearing act. He needed to find him! And Mike had looked all over the arena. He hoped Evan hadn't gone back to the hotel yet-the show was over and many superstars were filing out of the building. Mike just hoped he could find him before he left.

Mike stopped his search of Evan, pausing near some random locker room when he heard noise.

"Stop it…No stop, come on baby, I don't wanna' do it in the locker room."

Mike leaned against the wall silently, his inner ninja skills showing through as he listened intently to what was going on. Sure, it might have been eavesdropping, but hey-he was a nosy bitch…and he was completely fine with it.

Mike listened intently, trying to register whose voice that was moaning like a slut.

"…Babe I said, no! Oh don't give me that look, how bout' this? You let me dress and I'll repay the favor later tonight."

Whoa! That was Evan talking-Mike was sure of it. What the hell? Who was Evan talking dirty to in there? Mike couldn't risk a peek to see, he would easily be seen. Well fuck, maybe Evan would say.

"Huh? Would you like that? I'll let you do whateverrrr you want." Evan purred. "Just lemme' get all my stuff, Kay?"

Hmm….I wonder who he's with… Mike thought. Who would Evan want to be with? I love the guy, but his standards are too high…Maybe Cena? Nah, he's too busy chasing after Randy. Mike wondered silently, lost in thought. So much so, he didn't hear the response Evan's partner gave, obviously making himself known.

What about Jericho? Oh, it has to be him. Chris has been all over Evan since we got to Raw. Even asked me to put in a good word…don't know why he'd need it though…with his ego, you'd think he'd just throw him over his shoulder and run to his hotel room…Mike continued thinking to himself, oblivious to the rest of the world as he pondered Evan's possible suitors.

Evan walked out of his locker room, colliding with a very lost in thought Mike. He let out a very unmanly squeal before collecting himself to yell, "What the hell, Mike?"

"Ow…" Mike said, rubbing the spot on his head where he'd collided with Ev. "Ok, that hurt. Hey Evvy, I've been lookin' for ya."

"Oh. Uhh-yeah. We were supposed to meet up weren't we? Sorry Mikey, I was…uh-busy." Evan said, attempting to shut the door behind him so his friend wouldn't see who he'd been with.

"Oh, I know you were busy." Mike said, a wide grin on his face. "I heard you in there…"

Evan froze, a look on his face that could only be describes as 'oh shit'. "You…you heard me?"

"Ohh… yeah." Mike smiled wider. "Evvy's got a boyfriend!"

Well he isn't crying, so he must not have been listening very long…

"Yup, sure do…Hey Mike why don't we head down to your locker room and…uh- I'll give you details?" Evan asked, steering Mike away from the door and the man he'd been with earlier.

"Wait a minute…" Mike said, turning around and walking back in the opposite direction, towards the door. "Who's in there Ev?"

"Uhh…" Evan said, fidgeting from foot to foot as he thought of a good excuse.

"Just tell me it's not someone awful like one of the legacy bitches. Oh god it's not Cody is it?" Mike said wincing at the image of his friend and Cody together as he still tried to make his way back to the door. "Actually that might be kinda hot, if your in to having three ways-cause ya' know that Teddy would have to be in on that." Mike rambled on, trying to get a hold of the door handle as Evan tried to stop him.

"What? God no-I do…No Mike don't-have…standards." Evan said, struggling with keeping a grip on the door handle and trying to keep Miz off of it.

"Ha!" Mike shouted in victory as he managed to push Evan out of the way long enough to kick the door open.

"Why ya' so nervous Evvy? Embarrassed at…whoever's…in…" Mike trailed off, looking from Evan's shame-filled face to the middle of the locker room where, standing proudly and completely unashamed, stood the man who kept haunting his life and dreams-his ex lover, John Morrison.

Mike leaned against the door frame, incredulous laughs coming from him. Wow, so legacy had been right. His best friend really had been with his ex this whole time. Well, he was taking it well at least, no tears were falling yet.

"Mikey…I-I can explain…" Evan said, rushing to Mike. "It…God…It isn't what it looks like."

"Oh, come off it Evan." John said, making his presence known for the first time. "At least quit lying to him."

"…Shut up…" Evan directed to Morrison under his breath, attempting to bring Mike to his feet from where he was sitting against the door.

"No! Evan I'm sick of this shit. I'm sick of dealing with him." John said, striding to where Evan and Mike were huddled together.

"It's exactly what it looks like." John said leaning to get face to face with Mike. "Me and Evan have been together for months…while you and I were together."

John smirked at the hurt and disbelief on Mike's face. "Get over it-get over me. I want you out of my life-forever!"

With that, John grabbed his and Evan's bags, pulling Evan along with him as he exited the room.

"…I'm sorry." Evan whispered as they passed, following along behind John.

Mike sat there, stunned beyond belief. The hurt would come later-he was sure of it, but for now, all he could feel was complete shock. He rose to his feet and stumbled through the hallway, the familiar feeling of tears falling and déjà vu abundant as he made his way back to his locker room, all alone once again.

A/n from Jessica: Aww my poor mikey…well don't worry everything get's better. I think it's time for Mike to stop being mad, huh? Oh yeah mikey's about to start getting pissed off! And also, for those who read this right when I posted it, if you hadn't noticed yet, I've changed the main pairing, cause I've decided to go a different direction w/the story. Feel free to speculate, but I'll explain how mr. swaggs comes into play later.

and for the record, i love legacy. (check the profile pic) but the visual of them being scheming bitches is just too much! and i equally love zack ryder, my lil woo woo woo boy.

OH! and hetero zack ryder was for you kirbey! you'll read this when you get home i'm sure, but that was for you buddy! (he's one of the few superstars she just CAN NOT picture doing slashy things...:P)

ALSO: if you haven't been checking out kirbey and my's profile, we will be going to raw and Sd! Tapings this summer-july 12 and 13! So excited-anyway, we were brainstorming for sign ideas and can't come up with anymore. So….we've decided to have a contest. Whoever comes up with a funny sign idea and pm's it to us, we will write a one shot for you. Any pairing you want (I've been meaning to right a one shot anyway.) SO…be sure to send us your ideas!