Author's bit: Just a nod to the future - I know Becky's been a little angry in every chapter so far. She's just passionate :-D Keep following because that's going to turn. Let me know how you like the story.

Wednesday 8th June - Alabama

Becky warily took a seat next to John; it was the only seat left in the orphanage reception. She crossed her legs and made a point of not looking him in the eyes.

"Hi Becky. You alright?" John said, nursing a cup of coffee.

Becky was determined to make a tense air. She hadn't forgiven him for getting her match cut from Raw a couple of Mondays ago. She said coldly, "What are you doing here John?"

"Well, I'm here for this fantastic Alabama coffee," John's words dripped with sarcasm, "And I got an invite to the orphange for Emily's birthday so I thought I'd drop by."

You're such a tool, John.

"Really? Thought you'd be too busy for a kids party," Becky said condescendingly.

"I am busy, but actually, I have to go to Florida in the evening. So, I could make this along the way," John explained. "Sushi?"

Becky turned her head. He was holding a small Japanese take-out box towards her. She said, "I don't eat fish, and I don't intend to start."

John took his box back. Becky was carried on coldly, "So you're only here because it was along your way, huh? When are the cameras arriving for your publicity shoot?"

Smiling, John sat back in his chair. "No cameras. I'm here because I want to be."

Becky rolled her eyes, "Sure, Johnny Boy." She still wasn't looking at him.

"I don't have to defend myself to you," John said calmly, "But I've visited five hundred children for Make a Wish Foundation. You don't visit that many children in hospital without having some kind of heart."

That's... true.

John downed some coffee before continuing, "I've been entertaining kids for a little while. I've learned thay they need a chance to be happy, no matter what. If I can give somebody an opportunity to be happy, I will try."

Chance? Opportunity? Hold on, who does he think he is?

Becky was fuming at the hypocrisy. John sipped his coffee again and added, "Opportunity makes the world go round."

"Opportunity? You want to talk opportunity?!" Becky finally turned to look at John. Her frustrations were about to come boiling over. "Let's talk about you waltzing back to WWE, asking for my match to be cut from the show so you can talk more?"

"Oh," John said meekly.

"I'm not discounting that you're a big star John but I've busted my arse to get to WWE!" Becky raised her voice. "All of the women have been working to get the same time and chances the guys get on Raw and Smackdown. And the second you come back you compromise my opportunity? Would you do that to Nikki, John?"

"I wouldn't have," John admitted, "But I think you need to look at what happened from a different-"

"What you think is irrelevant!" Becky interrupted. "It doesn't matter what you think, to take words from a bloke you're trying to be like!"

"Really?" John stood up. "You're going there?"

"Here's what I think," Becky stood up and pointed at John; she was opening fire. "You've worked hard but you've forgotten what it's like to fight to keep your chance! If you want to politic and take away others chances and make fake speeches to me, then to be honest you can shove your opportunity up your arse!"

As her final word came out, Becky's hand jerked towards John and accidently knocked his coffee onto his shirt. He now had a liquid bib of warm coffee over his green shirt.

Becky was stunned and only managed to squeak out, "I-I'm sorry." She hurriedly pulled out tissues from the reception table, and started to mop John's shirt.

"I said to the writers I needed more time for my return interview on Raw," John said, holding Becky's hand to stop her. "I spoke to Stephanie and she suggested cutting your tag team match with Nattie out entirely."

Stephanie said that? That's not true...

"And I suggested to cut your match down to a singles match with Nattie instead," John explained. "I said I think it would be more natural for you, Becky, to confront your enemies, and the crowd would cheer you harder saving Nattie from a two-on-one beat down. Saves the tag team match for a better time. Say... on pay per view?"

Becky was stunned, and had stopped mopping John's shirt.

"And if you don't believe me, wait and see if they put you and Nattie vs. Charlotte and Dana on Money in the Bank next week," John said. "I thought I was acting in everybody's best interests. Especially yours. I like you."

Becky's eyes locked with John's. It wasn't the first time.

"But calling me the Rock's wannabe doesn't make me want to stick up for you," John said.

Becky was dumbstruck. John was quite possibly the opposite of what she had believed.

"Hi guys!" Julia, the orphanage care worker, came down the stairs. "The kids have finished the party lunch and we told them we have a big surprise. D'you want to come up?"

John and Becky turned to Julia with deathly silence.

"Is everything ok? What happened to your shirt?"

John finally answered, "Spilt a little coffee. It's ok, I'll work it in."

"You actors always improvise," Julia laughed. "We'll go up now, alright?'

John followed Julia up the stairs to Emily's party. Becky didn't move. John shot her a neutral glance from the stairwell before continuing.

Crap.

Becky emotions were like a bag of mixed vegetables, and John had a coffee stain down his shirt, but the moment the kids jumped up and screamed for them their problems melted away.

Emily ran into John's huge arms for a hug and everyone followed suit, dogpiling onto him. Even Becky laughed aloud at how natural he looked with all the lovely kids. Everyone started chatting with the two superstars. They even started singing their theme songs. Everyone in the orphanage seemed to like wrestling!

After a while of fun it was getting time for the superstars to leave. John was sitting with Emily and some of the kids. Becky was joyfully showing the other kids different ways to escape from a headlock - if they promised not to fight each other for real.

Emily pulled on John's stained shirt, saying, "Can I ask you a favour please?"

"I'm all ears," John said smiling. Emily motioned to whispher, so John kneeled to listen.

Emily spoke into his ear. "Can you and Becky adopt me?"

"Me and Becky?" John said aloud, and Becky heard her name mentioned. She listened as John continued, "I don't think Becky and I can do that."

Becky turned halfway to listen. John was using his most soft, reassuring tone. "For one, Emily, we're always travelling so it would be hard to take care of you as well as Julia does.

"And for another, Becky and I aren't together. She's like Kitana from Mortal Kombat - beautiful but sharp. I like girls who are soft like you!"

Emily giggled and John gave her a high five. All the girls listening started saying, "I'm soft too!" trying to get in John's good books.

The only girl who was listening but not speaking had John's words echoing in her mind like a canyon.

He likes me?

He thinks I'm beautiful?