He's Nuts

Walking into the hotel room, Dee would flip the lights on. Dropping the duffle bag at her feet she would walk to the bed and plop onto it, reaching for the remote she would turn on the TV. Pulling herself she would take her cell phone from her pocket. Still no call from Meg. Flicking through some channels she would look down to her phone again. Randy wasn't around to bother her, but still tore her thoughts. "What's wrong with him? What deal? Why am I even thinking about this!" Leaning back into the pillow she groaned.

"Leave it alone." She muttered to herself. Her ribs still bothered her from the proposition earlier, a knock on the door would jolt her mind back into the room.

"House keeping.."

"You've got to be kidding me." Standing up she walked towards the door. Opening it she laughed, seeing John Cena holding a bottle of champagne.

"Guess who's back?" He asked her laughing and twisting the foil off of the bottle. Dee hugged him quickly pulling him into the room. John and Dee went back to when she first started, John was the one who got her into this.

"So, they finally took you off the injured list!" She hugged him again. They were like brother and sister meeting again.

"I'm all healed baby. Which means we got to talk.. What was this stunt I saw tonight?" Dee laughed at his question and sat on the bed.

"That was just the perks." John sat next to her and laughed.

"Don't know what your talking about, but it works."

After Randy left the arena, he would go to a bar with Ted DiBiase and Cody Rhodes. Sitting at the table with the guys, Randy would chug back a beer. He watched Ted and Cody enjoying themselves, each had a girl sitting on their lap. They would laugh at each boring joke one of the guys made. Randy would take his phone out and check the time. Ted looked over to Randy with a frown.

"Are you not enjoying yourself?"

"You mean you guys getting laid tonight?" He chuckled at his own comment taking another beer from the bucket sitting in the middle of the table. The truth of the situation was that his mind was on Dee. She wouldn't leave it for a split second.

"Well you would have had that chick, if you didn't turn her down." Ted said to Randy, he stared back at Ted.

"I didn't turn her down… I just wasn't interested."

"Yeah, that's what it was." Cody added. Randy glared at the two of them. He didn't want to be toying around with wrestling groupies. Not while he thought about her, Dee was starting to weaken him he thought. He decided that he would just have a couple more beers and return to his room. If Dee was lucky, maybe he would stop and see her. Since she preyed upon his mind.

"I think that diva has Randy softening on us." Ted said to Cody

"That's not what it is."

"Sure."

"Listen I don't have time to sit here and watch you bicker over my personal life." Randy stood up and tossed a twenty onto the table. "Enjoy your evening with these ladies. I am cutting this night short." Randy started walking towards the door. He could hear them booing over his decision to leave early. Walking over to rental car he pulled his phone out again. "one thirty. Hope she's still up." He thought to himself again the thought of being weakened hit him. "Is she playing games too?" again he thought. Getting into his car, he lit a cigarette.

Dee walked John to the door, he hand was on his shoulder.

"I'm really glad you came to see me." She laughed. "You're the only man I trust." She stopped and hugged when he stepped out into the hallway. John kissed her on the cheek.

"Remember what we talked about."

"Will do." She said entering her room again and talking the glasses from the night stand. She would walk and place them on the coffee table. This room was fairly larger then the last, not only missing the 'guest' other the other nights. She looked to the time on the cable box, "Only ten of two… It's an early night." She would take a cigarette and light one. Sitting on the couch again a knock on the door broke her silence. "John must have forgot something." She thought.

"It's open!' Randy walked into her room, Dee didn't look up. She figured she'd hear an old familiar voice.

"You just let anyone in?" The familiar voice wasn't the one she expected. Her eyes jetted to Randy, she blew the smoke from her mouth. A smile was offered to him.

"Yep. That's me."

"Your nuts."

"Again I say, look who it's coming from." Was her answer, she flicked the cigarette in the ashtray. Dee put her feet up watching Randy make his way over to the coffee table in front of her. A curious look was given to him.

"Well, what do you want?"

"To see you."

"Well, her I am." Dee muttered. He laughed at her comment, and placed his hand on her leg.

"Do I have my work cut out for me." He told her moving to the couch and placing his one hand on her injured ribs.

"How you feeling?"

"Sore."

"Well, I did help you. And you did attack me."

"I didn't attack you." She answered him putting the cigarette out and turning so that he could do anything slick. Her arm stayed on his shoulder after pushing his hand from her side.

"Whatever you want to call it."

"I call it the perks of the job."

"Oh really?"

"Yes, sir." Before she answered Randy brought his hand up to her face. Again the emotionless eyes gazed into hers. What was so different about this man before her, that had everything she believed in upside down.

"I can take you far Dee."

"Oh, and stab me in the back like everyone else?"

"Your not like everyone else." He whispered to her. She smirked at him and leaned her head towards the side.

"You expect me to believe that?'

"What ever you want." Was what made Dee lean in to kiss him, she felt her lips against his for moments before pulling away.

"Yeah, well.. I don't know what I want.

"While you decide, I have a favor to ask." Randy said

"Oh, and what would that be?" She asked

"Friday, Edge and I have a tag-team match against Dolph Ziggler and Mike. I know Vicki Guerrero will end up putting her two sense into it. Will you keep an eye on her?" Dee laughed at his question

"Randal Keith Orton! Are you asking for-" Randy smirked and kissed her

"Yeah, I'm asking for help." Her cell phone would start ringing, this interrupted their kiss.

"Wait, this is the phone call I've been waiting for." Dee got up and took her cell phone from the bed, answering it she spoke again.

"About damn time Meg! I expected your call hours ago."

"What are you doing?" Meg asked

"Well, I'm discussing an appearance on Smackdown."

"An appearance? With who?" Meg asked again.

"Mr. Orton, I owe him a favor."

"Sure getting chummy with him." Dee snickered at Meg's comment.

"No, no, I'm smart. I have a chance to aggravate Mike after that lovely show on Raw. And finally get a chance to see Vickie face to face.

"I hope you know what your doing."

"I do, trust me." Dee said her good-byes and hung up. Walking back over to Randy she stared at him, extending her hand towards him she spoke.

"You got yourself a deal." Randy pulled her onto his lap.

"Good." Dee stopped him from kissing her.

"Don't do to me, what you've done to everyone else."

"What's that?"

"Don't stab me in the back."

"I wouldn't.."

"We will see." They kissed again.

When Meg hung up the phone she groaned, looking to Hunter she frowned.

"She's with him again!" Hunter looked to her confused by the statement.

"With who?"

"Randy!" Hunter laughed at Meg, and leaned back against the bed post. He flicked through some channels.

"She's a big girl. I think she can handle him. I'm worried about him, I don't think he knows what he signed up for." Meg sat back onto the bed with Hunter, she looked at him strangely.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Hunter groaned knowing that he had just opened a can of worms, he didn't plan to tonight.

"They will do fine together." Meg glanced to him and spoke.

"I know Randy is your friend, but he's nuts. If anything happens to her…"

"Nothing will." Hunter told her.

A smack around for Smackdown.

Dee waited until the match started to make her entrance down towards the ring. Stopping to chat with a fan behind Randy, this boy who may have been no more then fifteen or sixteen. Was cheering her name, she stopped to sign his hat and take a picture with him. During this, Vickie made her way over towards Dee. A look a disgust was all over the face of Vickie.

"I'm going to ask you to leave." Dee glared over to Vickie after that comment.

"Really? Why is that?"

"Your interfering with tonight's match." De pointed to herself after Vickie said that to her.

"I'm doing exactly what your doing, watching my 'man' in the ring" Vickie looked back towards Orton, who was only paying attention to the match. At that point the would have watched Edge beat Dolph all over the ring.

"If you don't, I will disqualify Randy and Edge.." Dee looked to the guys and laughed.

"So, do it." Dee said blankly. Vickie frowned at her and shoved Dee, she hit the divider and pushed Vickie back. What was a simple shove match turned into something more, when Vickie decided to slap Dee in the face. Dee tackled her and the both began rolling on the floor, in a typical cat fight. During that Randy had chased Miz up the ramp and towards the back, while Edge got the three count for the win. Dee rolled off of Vickie and took a chair from under the ring. She would open it, then shut it over Vickie's left leg. Climbing onto the divider, Dee would jump down onto the chair. Hurting her ribs again, now there were about six or seven refs out. One pulled Dee up to her feet telling her to leave the ring, she slid her black hair behind her ears and laughed. Dee would hop over the dividers and into the crowd making her way towards the party suite. From there she would go to her locker, in there Randy was sitting on the leather coach holding his head.

"And I'm nuts?" He asked her.

"Yeah, and I'm starting to think I am right behind you." Dee answered sitting down next to him.

"So what are we going to do?"

"I don't know."

"What are we going to do about that?" Randy asked pointing to the TV.

"I don't know, but it was a smack around for Smackdown." She laughed.