The stares I got walking back to the locker-room felt itchy on my back, they made me feel uncomfortable. I could hear them whispering and it was obvious why. I'd just saved John Cena from a brain melting con-chairto. I knew it was a stupid thing to do, I told myself it was stupid but I'd still gone ahead and done it. I mean we'd been having a blazing row only a moment before and there I'd gone running down to the ring to his rescue. Stupid, stupid, stupid idiot. I kicked the door shut to my lock room and collapsed into a chair.

I felt a very tired groan escape my lips, how was I going to run from all the questions. Why did you do it? Do you like him? What were you thinking? Urgh, I didn't want to handle it. I untied my mask and slipped it off shaking my hair out. It felt so good to breathe without the damned thing on. Ok so I'd done something I wouldn't normally have done. And I couldn't take it back. I guess it looked good on TV. Oh well I'd have to live with it.

20 minutes late I was showered and changed wearing a simple black tank top and my jeans that rode low on the hips. Just as I was slipping into my army styled boots there was a loud knock on the door. "Please don't be Cena, please don't be Cena." I grunted a quick enter and went back to tying my boots.

There was a minute of silence before hearing a bold, "girl! You better not be ignoring me!" I looked up and couldn't help but smile, partly because I was glad it wasn't John and also because it was River. It brightened my mood immediately when I saw his red hair gleaming in the light and that shining smile.

"I wouldn't dare ignore you, I want to keep my limbs thanks."

River laughed and sat in the chair next to me. "Now we got that cleared up, you gonna tell me why you did what you did out there?" I sighed heavily, I changed my mind I wished he would go away, I could handle questions from everyone else but River… River was relentless.

"I can't. I don't even know why I did it, I acted on impulse I guess."

"Not good enough Whisper, it still doesn't explain why you did it."

I decided the best way to get out of the interrogation was to leave, I zipped my bag close and stood slinging it over my shoulder. "Look I saved a guy from a damn painful concussion, cant we just put it down to being my good deed of the year and leave it at that?"

"No, not when the guy is the one person in the world you truly despise. Not when that person is Cena." I walked to the door and held it open. River would be sticking around for a while, the creative writers always did. We walked down the hall together and passed only tech guys.

"Okay, so yes I hate John. Lets be honest if you were me what would you have done? Honestly?"

"Me? I'd have left his ass hanging." I laughed, I had to, it was the expression on his face. It was so serious it was funny.

"Oh yes, sorry I forgot you were a vicious queen."

"And you have a heart as big as your head."

"What?"

"I mean even though you 'hate'" he made funny bunny ears around the word… "John you still saved him. Your heart and your morality wouldn't let leave him high and dry." River looked at me like I was a disobedient kid who needed a good telling off. I thought of a response but I got nothing. So before I got into my car I blew a huge raspberry in his face.

By the time I got to my hotel room I as ready to crash for the rest of the week. My body suddenly felt tired and drugged. I threw everything to the corner of the room and sagged onto the bed. I wanted to sink into the bed and never escape it, a comfort I knew I wouldn't get. Maria would probably be knocking soon and I knew she'd want to go for a drink, she always did. It was a trait that I wasn't fond of. But I couldn't stop my eyes from closing and I fell into a deep sleep.

It didn't last long though. A round of banging was vibrating my door it was lucky the thing didn't pop off the hinges. "I'm coming." I stood slowly and rubbed my eyes roughly. The banging continued. "Alright! Fuck I said I was coming!" I yanked the door open and my brother stood there cool as ice. "Why the hell are you banging on my door?"

"I knew that was the only way you'd open it."

"Jerk, what do you want?"

"I wanted to see my sister. Is that so terrible?"

"Yeah when I was asleep. I've had a rough night tonight. What do you really want?"

"Just wondering if you wanted to come for a drink with me?" I considered it. It did sound like a good idea, but then again I was so tired I didn't think I could lift a glass. Randy seemed to be thinking what I was. "Oh come on, I know you're tired or whatever but we haven't had a good chat in ages. Please?"

Maybe it was the please that did it. "Alright I'll come for a drink but on one condition. You don't mention John's name or anything that happened tonight. Deal?"

"Deal. Come on little sister. Lets go" I grabbed my key card and left with Randy. I guess a couple of drinks wouldn't hurt. When we got to the bar there was a few superstars scattered around the place, no one looked at me, no one whispered. Thank god. Randy got us some seats and I bought us a round of drinks.

Half an hour later and more then my body weight in booze we were laughing and joking and no mention of John had entered the conversation. I downed my drink and turned to Randy. He was like he always was, had that boy charm that no woman could resist. He was cheeky as hell but he was my brother and I loved him.

And one thing I could always trust was his word. I could tell him any secret I wanted to and not worry that he would spill it. Not even by accident, he was by every sense of the word a prefect brother. When we was young we never argued, he never picked on me. He protected me from bullies, protected me from boyfriends who were over bearing idiots. I needed him and I was glad I had him. "So, Whisper. Care to tell me why you saved what's-his-face."

Okay, maybe sometimes I wasn't so glad he was my brother, I groaned and tried to ignore his question by changing the subject. "Have you spoken to mom recently?"

"Don't try and change the subject."

"I'm not. And we made a deal not to talk about it."

"I know but… come on! I'm your brother you have to tell me."

"I didn't tell River what makes you think I'm gonna tell you?"

"Oh, so River your oldest and best pal doesn't know and I wont either." I sighed it was ridiculous, I was never going to get out of it.

"I honestly don't know why I did it. It was a stupid move on my part. I was watching the match and I saw what was gonna happen to him, no one deserves that. I saved him from a bitch of a head ache that was all."

"You sure there isn't any other reason?"

"Like what?" Randy paused for a moment thinking about it. Then burst into song.

"It's because you loooooove him! Admit it! Whisper and John sitting in a tree k-i-s-s-i-n-g. First comes love then come marriage…"

"Alright I get it! You really are a massive asshole, you know that right? And for the record I do not love him. I don't even like him!"

"Oh yeah right. You know your lip is looking a little red." I picked up my drink and threw it at him. Randy just laughed harder. "Oh Whisper, why can't you just admit it."

"Admit what?" Randy's eyes twinkled with untold insults. I knew he probably had a bunch under his sleeve he could insult anyone under that table.

"Admit that you want to have angry hate sex with John Cena." I paused for a minute to shocked to say anything. I wanted to laugh so I did. I wanted to hit him, so I aimed a punch on his shoulder.

"And on that note I think I will go to bed now loser." I put some money on the table and walked from the bar it was a little walk from the hotel but it was warm outside and I wasn't that drunk. It had seemed to have warn off. I took a slow walk my boots making no sound on the pavements. It really was a nice night out. The air was warm and there wasn't a cloud in the sky.

If it rained, I would eat my title. I kicked my feet as I walked and noticed my laces were untied, I honestly didn't care, I suddenly felt like a kid again. I could almost hear my dad saying, 'Whisper you tie your laces right now all you'll fall and ruin that pretty face of yours.' It made me chuckle just thinking of it.

Tonight had been one heck of a night, I couldn't even piece it together if I was honest. John was an enigma, one minute we were arguing, the next he kissed me, then I shout at him, then I go and save him from a beating he may or may not have deserved (I wont get into it); and then to cap it all off Randy has a stupid idea that I like John.

I had hated him for so long now. I remember the first time we had met like it was yesterday. Randy had introduced us and John had been as slimy as a slug doused in salt. He called me things like honey doll and even called me sugar-tits. I'd given him a harsh dressing down in front of all his friends and we'd argued like a pair of old woman…

I walked into the party and felt nervous, this was the first time I was meeting my co workers. I'd been training hard to become part of the WWE with my big brother and I'd finally done it. There was familiar faces everywhere. I could see Triple H drinking with Batista. I could see Matt and Jeff Hardy swigging bear and laughing. I could even see my close friend Rey hanging with a few Divas.

I straightened my dress down, truthfully I felt uncomfortable in it. It was a tight corset which pushed my chest up high and a 60's type skirt that was a bit short for my liking. I didn't know what possessed me to buy it. I just wanted to make a good impression. My shoes were 5 inch heels and as uncomfortable as hell.

I scanned the room looking for someone familiar and spotted my dad. He waved to me and came bouncing over engulfing me and a huge hug. "Dad this corset is so tight, that you hugging me, may crush some ribs." He let go but held onto my hand tightly. "I've missed you dad, I hate it when you travel without me."

"But not anyone. You are officially a part of the WWE family and wont be going anywhere for a very long time. I'm so proud of you."

"Thanks daddy." I gave him a kiss and squeezed his hand. I could see his eyes glazing a little. "Okay, dad man up. No crying. Go and see Hunter I'm sure he'll knock you into shape."

"You're right darlin' sorry, I'm a proud old man."

"Go on. Hop it, I'll see you in a bit okay." Shawn walked away to join Hunter and I was left alone again. I walked deeper into the party and walked to the table holding the drinks. I needed a really big drink. I pored a big one and downed it quickly. Where the hell was Randy he'd said he'd be here by now! I must have looked like an idiot standing there. Or worse, a ring rat, gross.

I was standing there waiting when I felt an un-welcome hand touch my butt. I angrily turned around and pushed the hand away… "hey! Watch where you put your grubby hands…." I turned to see John Cena my brothers best friend. I knew he was because that was all Randy talked about. I had to admit I was excited to meet him. But now… what a creep.

"Hi, I'm John Cena and you are…"

"Not interested and looking for my brother." John raised is eyebrow at me and looked me up and down. It made me dislike him even more, a man who looks you up and down is only interested in ass. You start at the face and end with it. Shows much more respect.

"Why don't you come with me and we can have a party of our own honey-doll." I wanted to hit him! He was such a creep! His hand went back to my butt and he squeezed it even harder this time. I made sure I slapped it away with more force, I was becoming very annoyed.

"I'm just looking for my brother you creep."

"No need to get testy, you seem like a nice girl why don't we go somewhere more private and I can help you find your brother."

"You think I'm gonna fall for a line like that?"

"Plenty have before you sugar-tits. So lets go have a good time and you'll have a great story to tell all your friends."

"Okay, you either need to be tasered or castrated. But right now you need to leave me alone." I poked him in the chest and turned to walk away but he grabbed my arm and brought me close to his body. I put my hand up to stop us getting to close and suddenly felt really angry. I looked at his hand on my arm till he let go. When he didn't I looked at him. "I suggest you take your hand off me right now."

"Or what?"

"You're gonna fucking loose it." When he didn't let go I got an evil idea. He was a being a complete jerk and touching me without my permission was against the rules. Randy had always told me he was a nice guy, maybe he'd had to much to drink but that didn't excuse him touching me without my consent. I slapped him hard around the face. So hard my hand began to throb. I shouted next to make sure everybody heard what I said… "No I will not have sex with you no matter how much you wanna pay me! Pervert!"

He let me go and I turned to come face to face with my brother, I beamed at him and went to hug him. I didn't get far, all of a sudden a rush of water came flowing over my head and covering me in some sort of punch. My dress was stained red and my hair was stuck to my face. I could feel mascara running down my cheeks. I turned again and saw John holding up an empty bowl.

Everyone around us was staring, they didn't know who I was, to them I was just some random woman who walked into a party. That was until Randy spoke. "Whisper I see you've met John. John this is my sister. Whisper Michaels. Shawn's daughter." I revelled in John's face dropping. I was no longer a nameless face.

And the war between us began.

It's funny how something like that could start a war between two people. I'd hated him for a long time and I still do. Ever since I embarrassed him, he'd made it his personal mission to get me back every time he could. Countless times I'd find myself red faced and ashamed because of him. And I hated to admit it, I'd shed a few tears.

How long could two people really hate each other? A long time it seemed. I walked along the road, my feet still kicking the ground my shoelaces still untied and wanted to cry. Booze can sometimes do this to me. I wiped a few tears and breathed the fresh air. It cleared my head. A sudden hand grabbed my shoulder. My heart jumped I screamed and tried hitting whoever it was. "Whisp, hey it's me! John!"

I stopped hitting and tried catching my breath it was John, Jesus I'd never been so scared in my life. "Shit John! You don't just grab a woman like that!"

"I'm sorry I should of said something." I turned and carried on walking, I just wanted to get to my bed and sleep. I was so tired I could have fallen asleep standing up.

"You should have, I almost had a heart attack. What do you want John?" I heard him catch up and felt him walk beside me.

"I saw you walking alone, it's not safe you know."

"I can take care of myself, fuck you very much."

"Alright. No need to get all worked up Whisp I was just saying…"

"Well don't and please stop calling me that!" John held his hands up, I sighed. I didn't want to argue with him, I really wasn't in the mood. I just wanted to go to bed. I started walking faster, John mirrored me, his sneakers making a soft sound on the pavements. I could see the hotel and quickened my pace even more.

"Whisp please, slow down!" John grabbed my arm forcing me to stop. I turned slowly and looked at his hand, unlike the first time he'd done it, he actually let go this time. "Look I'm sorry I shouldn't of grabbed you…"

"That's the second time you've said sorry to me in the space of 5 minutes. You want something from me?"

He thought about it and whatever he was thinking was making him squirm. "Aw, hell Whisp, I wanted to say thank you."

"Whoa, a thank you as well. And why are you thanking me?"

"Because you saved me from getting my head crushed like an orange."

"That's okay. Even you don't deserve that."

"You know I really didn't need saving. I had it all under control."

"Yeah it really looked like it from where I was sitting."

"I don't need a woman to save me, especially you. I'm perfectly capable of doing that myself."

"Sorry Mr Macho, I didn't think your ego would be bruised." I started to walk away again, desperate for my bed. John grabbed me again, I was all set to slap him when he caught my arm. We stood there pressed together, John held both my arms in his hands. I was a little helpless. "You son of a bitch let me go."

"I just want for once for you to listen to me."

"I do listen John but all I hear is blah, blah, blah. And it's getting tiring."

"You little bitch Whisper Michaels."

"Compliments wont get you anywhere you bastard." We stood eye to eye. His hand was wrapping tighter on my arm and was starting to hurt. I didn't want to make a sound, I just stood and stared waiting for him to let me go. I was sick and tired of arguing with him. I'd had enough I just wanted it to end. But Michaels never wave the white flag first.

I ripped my arms from him and half jogged the rest of the way. John followed he wouldn't give up, he couldn't just leave it alone. I got to the hotel and pressed the button for the elevator, I turned to see John come in. He saw me, so I detoured and took the stairs. I ran up them as fast as I could. "Whisp, wait!"

I ran faster and so did John, I got to my floor and headed straight for my room. I had my key card out when John grabbed me again. I was getting really sick of him touching me. "That's the fourth time you have grabbed me tonight without my permission. You have got one more and the next time you wont like what I do to you."

He slowly let go, but his hand climbed and rested lightly on my neck. His other arm laid gently on my waist. My key card was nearly forgotten in my hand. All I had to do was get it in the door and I'd be safe. Somehow I couldn't even move. John leaned in close to me and whispered against my lips. "Kiss me."

"I… I c-can't." I whispered back against his. My breathing increase my heart hammered. What was happening to me?

"Then kiss me back." Then he kissed me, rough and passionate. I couldn't breathe, couldn't think. I felt weak, I felt like crying. I felt like giving up. I hated him, but the feeling in my stomach was telling me, to just give in. Just this once, nothing bad would happen. Just let yourself go. So I did. Right into John's arm. Right into my hotel room.