Hey Everyone! It's been too long since I updated. This fic has been invading my sleep again, so I decided to let the muses free. This one is a fairly short chapter...I'm not 100 thrilled with it and hope to make the 'weekend' chapter a bit more up to par.

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"John still isn't answering his phone." Chelsea had been calling him for a half hour with no answer, and she was now at the arena with no information. Elizabeth parked the car and grabbed her purse. "Didn't the others give you their numbers? Call one of them." Chelsea hesitated for a moment before deciding it was her only option at the moment.

Randy was stretching in the arena when his phone started buzzing. He didn't recognize the number but answered anyway. "Hey, Randy? It's Chelsea. I can't get a hold of John and wondered if maybe you could help me out?" Randy told her to wait by the front doors and that he would come get her. Chelsea couldn't help but laugh when several teenage girls started screaming when he came to the door. "Maybe you should have sent someone else?" Randy shook his head and ushered her inside. "I didn't think they'd be here so early. My bad. Oh, and John has been busy with promos for a while now. Right now he's with the Circle of Champions kids. I'll take you there while I go work out." Chelsea nodded and tried not to giggle at her friends' awestruck faces upon standing so close to the Legend Killer.

Chelsea hugged Randy before he went to finish his workout and stood in the doorway of the meeting room. Elizabeth and Marie decided to watch the rest of Randy's warm-ups, so Chelsea had some time to herself. She couldn't keep the smile off her face as she watched John converse with the little boy next to him. He was oblivious to her presence until one of the little girls started pouting. "Hey now, what's wrong?" She pointed in Chelsea's direction and stuck her bottom lip out. "She's looking at you like my mom looks at my dad." John laughed and told her the woman was just a friend before promising to throw her his hat at the show. "I couldn't lie to my biggest fan." She seemed satisfied with that answer and all was well again. Chelsea slipped away not wanting to upset any more of the kids and found a trunk to sit on while she waited.

John jogged out of the room fifteen minutes later and flipped open his phone to call Chelsea before he noticed her engrossed in a book down the hall. "You come to visit your favorite person in the world at a wrestling show and I catch you reading a book?" Chelsea giggled and yelped when John snatched her book out of her hands. "Adam's book? You can't like him; I forbid it." She shimmied to the edge of the trunk while John placed his hands on either side of her legs. "One: what are you going to do about it, dad? And two: who said you were my favorite person in the world? You like that little girl more than me, so I'm exploring my options. Adam was willing to share a bed this weekend so I think he would be willing to—" John clamped a hand over her mouth, "Dad? Oh, I'll show you. As for Adam: not happening. You're my girl." Chelsea's eyes got big as she put her hands on John's shoulders. "You're girl, huh? You're just lucky I like you enough to put up with you." Chelsea's laugh could be heard down the halls as John picked her up and twirled her around.

Chelsea and her friends eventually took their ringside seats before the show started. Marie and Elizabeth couldn't stop talking about getting to watch the guys workout while Chelsea was just excited they were having a good time. John tossed his hat her way when he came to the ring, causing a small riot in the girls' section. Chelsea saw the disappointment on the faces of the children around them and decided to give it to one of the boys behind her. When her friends shot her looks, Chelsea laughed and shrugged her shoulders. "I'll just steal one this weekend when I go visit him if I decide it's that important."

The girls didn't have time to wait around after the show because of their early morning classes the next morning. Chelsea promised John before the show that she would call him the second she walked into her room so he knew she was safe. She was shocked to find out John beat them home when she called. "Well I'm sorry we don't drive like crazy people. We were a bit more focused on making it home in one piece." John laughed from his end of the phone as he got into bed. "I'm still in one piece." Chelsea sighed and turned the light off. "Go to bed, John. You have to be up early for work tomorrow." He yawned out a 'goodnight' before hanging up to a peaceful night's sleep, thinking about their upcoming weekend.