A/N: Edge got injured because of Jeff fucking Hardy. I'm having a drug relapse right now. I toked nine bowls early this morning to get this. And I wish I was tripping. I really do.

John was spinning.

He could feel it in his lungs, the air he breathed became the air he saw, all the colors swirling together to form some wasted land he wanted to venture across. The desert was hot and the faces he saw weren't welcoming.

He wanted to feel Melina, he wanted her skin to be warm on his fingertips.

There was a man in front of him, and his eyes were bright, he said, "You're welcome, son" and then disappeared.

He opened his eyes a second later, and realized his head was under water.

He screamed and threw his head back, drops flying all over the locker room, and fell against the counter.

"Morrison?"

John looked toward the doorway, still a little groggy, trying to smile at the friend standing there. "Hey, Mickie. How's... How's it going?"

He could've sworn her hair was moving by itself, but her smile melted the sun, and she moved closer. "Hiya. Whatcha doin'?"

John pressed his hand to his forehead, trying to catch his breath. "Having a bad trip, I think."

"You don't know?" She bounced over. "John, what do I look like?"

He looked down at her, her eyes reflecting the light, like a diamond, greens and blues and yellows and reds. He wanted to reach out and grab one, make sure it was real.

But he just bent down and kissed her. "Good."

She kissed him back and pushed him roughly, against the counter, against the wall, falling onto the sofa. He wasn't even responding anymore, just writhing against the soft leather, feeling her fire-laced kisses trail down his tight neck, his warm chest. Her mouth touched his belt buckle and all he could do was laugh.

The door opened.

He heard a gasp, but he was laughing so hard he just couldn't stop. He felt like his lungs were trying to break free, fly away with his soul and laugh from the heavens down onto him.

"John," Melina breathed. "I can't believe you!"

Mickie looked up and her hair went crazy again, reaching out to touch him, sliding against his face, touching his eyes. She smiled. "Melina, it's really nothing to worry about. He's just having a bad trip."

Melina looked like she was going to boil over, her hands clenching at her sides. "Bad trip! I don't give a fuck about his trip!"

John rolled and groaned, closing his eyes. "Baby, you don't need to yell. You don't need to say anything. Just come here and let me feel you."

"Go fuck yourself, John Morrison."

The door slammed and the laughter came again, bursting like stars.

Mickie was still smiling, but her hair was a monster. "You don't have to, John. You have me."

"Aren't I a lucky guy," he mumbled, eyes closed.


There was a bed. He saw movement, felt a woman's hand, down his leg, up his thigh. Her voice was a breathy whisper and she told him to do this and do that, how she liked it, what she wanted.

The man was back, he was wearing a hat this time, and he took it off because he was a respectable guy. "You're welcome, son."

John wasn't in the bed, he was in the air, feeling the breeze coming in the through the open window. He turned to the guy and frowned.

"Hours to die, sleep in the sea," the man said quietly. "You're welcome, son."

John smiled. "Who are you, man?"

"Smell the daisies before the sun rises, your last breath is between mother nature's fingers."

John opened his eyes.

Mickie stretched next to him. "Good morning."

He glanced at her, swallowing hard. "Why am I here?"

"You don't remember?" Mickie pursed her lips. "Your trip must've been terrible. You poor baby."

He moved when she tried to touch him. "Where's Melina?"

Mickie sat up. "The last time I saw her was last night."

"I gotta find her." John got out of bed and fell, hitting his head against the carpet. The room was still turning. "I gotta find her, Mickie, I gotta find her."

"Why?" she asked, but her tone was impatient, bored.

"Because I'll die." John rocked himself, clutching his knees. "Because I'll die without her."

A/N: Jeff Hardy's downfall will be mine. Review.