Title: Third Wheel

Rated: T (Teen)

Genre(s): Romance/Hurt/Comfort

Pair(s): Randy/Ted/Cody, Randy/Cody, Ted/Maryse, Dolph/Zack

Summary: Ted has started to feel like a third wheel in his relationship with Randy and Cody.

Disclaimer: I don't own anyone, besides my OCs

Warning: Slash

Part: 4/?

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Cody was certainly in for it now. He had pushed Paul a little bit too far, and he knew that he would pay the price at Wrestlemania. Absently, he stroked his Intercontinental Championship, wondering if the week could get any worse. And then, he saw them. 'Them' as in his Teddybear and that French hoe. She was draped all over him like he was some kind of pillow, and he wasn't even trying to make her move. Cody felt fresh tears start to fill his eyes as he watched her whisper lovely words into his ear, words that made him smile.

Then, Ted looked up. Their eyes met, and for a moment, it seemed as if neither would break away. But then, Ted took Maryse's hand and muttered to her under his breath. The blonde nodded, and they walked away. Just before they rounded the corner, however, she looked over her shoulder and leveled him with a scowl that made his blood run cold. Promptly, Cody turned around and entered the locker room. He didn't have a match, so he decided not to shower. After he was back in his street clothes, he sat back and waited for Randy.

He didn't have to wait too long for the older man. Within minutes, The Viper stormed into the locker room, furious that he had once again lost his match against Daniel Bryan due to a count out caused by Kane. He didn't say one word to Cody, merely grunted in his general direction, before he grabbed his stuff for the shower and wandered over to the stalls. Cody couldn't help but feel a little hurt by that. Normally, Randy would comfort him (even if he didn't exactly deserve it) after the entire crowd practically booed him out of the arena.

Ever since Ted had left, Randy had been distant. Cody found that he was constantly worrying that The Viper would leave him too. Cody's head hurt, but his heart hurt more. He didn't want to be all alone. Slowly, he collected the rest of his stuff and headed toward the door. Obviously, it had been a mistake to wait for Randy. The other man couldn't care less about him… the brunette finally allowed the tears that had been forming over the last fifteen minutes to fall, and they left thick streaks on his tanned face.

He felt alone, worthless, and… rejected. Maybe Ted had had the right idea when he had left. Maybe they just weren't right for eachother anymore… maybe they never were. Cody took the rental that he had driven in with Randy back to the hotel, knowing that the other man would have no problem finding a ride somewhere else. The ride back was made in silence, even the small comfort of the radio lost. And when he arrived, he purchased another room on the floor above the one he used to share with Ted and Randy. He wouldn't head back there tonight.

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"Fuck." Randy muttered as he tried to work the kink out of his shoulder. Bryan hadn't held back, and that little fucker could be a bitch when he wanted to. "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck."

He wandered down the halls, his blue eyes searching out his younger lover. He knew that he hadn't been the most affectionate boyfriend as of late, but all of the events of the past week were making it rather difficult. And Cody certainly wasn't helping. That man knew how to push all of the wrong buttons at the worst times, and every once in awhile he needed a break from the stress. And Ted's recent departure wasn't helping anything. If anything, it had made Cody worse…

"Uncle Randy?" Randy froze, before he turned around to face the doll of a child that was Hart Nemeth. Her plantinum blonde curls tumbled over her shoulders, and her trusting blue eyes bored into Randy knowingly. "Uncle Randy, have you seen my Daddy?"

"Actually, I haven't. But I have no doubt that he's looking for you." Randy answered with a smile. The child nodded, bouncing back and forth on her feet.

"HART NEMETH!" The child turned around to find one worried, and slightly agigtated, Dolph Ziggler looking at her through narrowed blue eyes.

"Daddy!" Hart exclaimed, before she threw herself at him. Dolph caught her easily, lifting her into his arms and revealing the blood red rose that she carried behind her back.

"What's this?" He asked.

"It's from Papa. He said to tell you that he's sorry that you lost your match, but that you'd always be a winner to him!" Hart said, proud that she had remembered the entire message.

"Well, that's very sweet. I'll have to thank him when we get back to the hotel."

Dolph nodded to Randy, offering him silent thanks for looking out for his daughter until he could find her. Randy flashed a small smile, before he waved to the little girl – receiving an energetic wave in return – and continued down the hall. It was only when he arrived in the parking lot outside. It was upon arriving that he realized that Cody must've already taken the rental back to the hotel. In other words, he would need to hitch a ride off of one of the other members of the roster. Could this night get any better?

His phone buzzed in his pants pocket, and he pulled it out, revealing a recent text from Cody: We're Over.

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