"Whitney wait up a second ..." Mickie jogged up to her with ease. Whitney gave the young woman a small smile. "Why didn't you tell John I was the one who mentioned Mia's name? You made it sound like you stumbled across it by accident."

"I dunno ... I didn't want you to get into trouble I guess. Tell ya the truth I wasn't thinking about anything but letting him know that I knew at the time."

"See I knew I was going to like you. How about you hang out with us tonight. If John isn't going to help you meet people then I will."

"Mickie that is nice of you but ... I don't think that is such a good idea. I don't think I would fit in with your crowd."

"You'll do fine." Mickie assured her. She was not going to take no for an answer. "Besides what better way to keep tabs on John then to be with him and his friends. Also it gives you a chance to meet people. I mean who do you really know besides John and me?"

"I met Maria the other day when you two ambushed me." Whitney pointed out.

"Not a very convincing argument." Mickie laughed.

"I have no going out clothes." Whitney knew that that excuse was not going to get her anywhere but she figured it was worth a shot.

"You look to be about the same size as me and Maria and believe me we have tons of clothes." Mickie began pulling Whitney towards the room she and Maria were sharing. "Ria ... Whitney is going to rummage through your clothes so she has something to wear tonight." Mickie shouted to the blonde diva, who was in the shower.

"YAY! New clubbing buddy." Both women heard Maria yell back.

"Well go ahead and pick from the disaster area that is this room." Mickie gestured all around them where clothes were haphazardly thrown.

"How do you guys live like this?" Whitney asked.

"It's easy once you come over to the dark side." Mickie laughed.

"What's so funny?" Maria came strolling out of the shower in nothing but her underwear and bra. Whitney made a face.

"Believe me you get used to it." Mickie advised her. Both to the earlier question and also to Maria's less than fully clothed state.

"I think you would look hot in these leather pants." Maria said holding up said pants.

"I have the perfect shirt to go with those pants!" Mickie clapped excitedly as she searched for the shirt. "Here it is ..."

"You guys really don't have to." Whitney tried.

"Are you kidding this is fun for us." Maria said. "Now go to your room and shower and we will be waiting to beautify you."

"Fine." Whitney sighed. She knew it was hopeless trying to get out of going out.

She trudged back to her room and headed for the shower. She still had no idea why Mickie and Maria wanted to be friends with her. She had been incredibly rude to them when they first met but that seemed to make them like her more.

"Whenever you get out we are all set up." Mickie said stepping into the bathroom. "Don't mind me I am just looking through the make up you have." Whitney was a little alarmed at the fact that another person was in the bathroom while she was taking a shower. Another female to add insult to injury.

"Umm ... Whitney what's with all these bottles of pills?" Mickie asked, her tone a little accusing.

"Shit!"

"You aren't like some kind of addict are you?"

Whitney continued to ramble off curse words. "Close the door. I am going to show you something. But it cannot leave this room. Nobody but my mother knows." Mickie did what was asked of her. She waited patiently on the closed toilet seat. Whitney shut the hot water off and grabbed a towel. She wrapped it around herself while still in the shower and stepped out. "Come closer."

Mickie stepped cautiously over to the woman. Her eyes slightly distrustful. When she was close enough Whitney pulled down her towel ever so slightly. Mickie could clearly see the faded scar that ran the length of her new friend's chest.

"About a year ago I was dying. My heart was failing me and the only way I would survive was if I got a new heart. I should have died on the eight day of May last year but I didn't. By some miracle some other person died so I could have their heart. All those pills you see lining the bathroom counter … I have to take those everyday to keep my body from rejecting my new heart."

"Why are you telling me this?" Mickie asked shocked at the force of what she had just been told. "For the same reason I did not tell John that you lead me to Mia. It's a trust thing. Now you know that you can trust me and I am seeing if I can trust you. That and it feels so damn good to be able to talk to someone other than my mom about it."

"What day did you say you received your heart?" she asked.

"I think it was around five am on the ninth. The nurses told me my donor had passed away in a hospital near where I was."

"Where are you from?"

"Believe it or not I am from the same town John is. That's how I got the job. I'm friends with his youngest brother Sean."

"Ok … well go get dressed so me and Maria can make you beautiful." Mickie tried to put on her best smile.

--

Whitney gazed at herself in the full length mirror. Maria had been right, the leather pants hugged her legs in just the right way. The top Mickie had leant her made her feel a little uncomfortable because it was loose and Whitney was convinced that people would be able to see her scar. But Mickie pushed those fears out of her mind. They had curled her hair and left it to fall to the middle of her back. Little make up was applied because Mickie said there was no need. Whitney was one of those natural beauties who had little need for tons and tons of makeup.

"You look hot mamacita." Maria appraised her new friend.

"I feel ridiculous." Whitney frowned.

"You'll do fine." Mickie assured her. "Who knows maybe you will get lucky."

"I hardly doubt that." Whitney said. "Especially since I don't want anyone to know about my little secret." She whispered furiously into Mickie's ear.

"Oh relax a little." She whispered back.

They were meeting the rest of their group down in the lobby. The group was relatively small. Besides John there were two other men and three women. John seemed to perk up just the slightest bit when he saw that Whitney was joining them. The slight change in his body language did not go unnoticed by Mickie.

"Whit … this is Randy Orton and our Smackdown buddy Matt Hardy. And these lovely ladies are mine and Maria's fellow Diva Gail Kim and our retired friends Trish and Amy Dumas. You obviously know John already."

"It's nice to meet everyone." Whitney said shyly.

She received a round of greetings back. Maria, Randy, Matt, Gail, Trish, and Amy all piled into Matt's rented truck. Leaving John and Mickie and Whitney on their own. Mickie took the backseat. Whitney wanted to sit with her but Mickie glared at her and gestured her head towards the passenger seat. Sulking slightly she slipped into the passenger seat.

"So what made you decide to come out tonight?" John asked pulling the car into gear.

"What better way to keep an eye on you." She joked back at him. "In all actuality Mickie wouldn't take no for an answer."

"Yep, sounds like her." John looked at Mickie in the rear view mirror. Mickie swore she could see the old light that John used to have in his eyes back. The one that she thought she would never see again.

Mickie made a mental note that she liked John and Whitney together and if in fact Whitney did have Mia's heart then it was fate.

--

"Why aren't you out making a fool out of yourself like everyone else?" John asked sliding into a booth next to Whitney. She had been watching everyone.

"Unfortunately I don't have the liquid courage they do." She laughed.

"Alcoholic?" he asked.

"Something like that ... but it was another lifetime ago."

"Well for what it is worth I'm glad you came out tonight. It makes keeping my promise easier."

"How many is that?" She asked pointing to the beer he had in his hand.

"Two." He replied.

"Good boy." She patted him on the top of the head in a condescending manner.

--

But old habits die hard. John ended up breaking his promise. Whitney, against the orders of her doctors lugged the two hundred and fifty pound man into the hotel elevator and then halfway down a long hallway to his room. She got him to sit down on his bed and managed to remove his shoes. She helped him lay down and then tucked him in.

"Whitney ... please stay with me." He begged her.

Even though she was furious beyond belief with him she couldn't leave him alone after he had asked her not to.

"I'll be right back." She went to her own room and changed and did all her night time rituals before returning to John's room. "I'm going to be on the couch if you need me."

"You can sleep in the bed with me. It's more comfortable." She knew he was right. She laid down next to him on top of the covers.

"G'nite Whitney."

"Sweet dreams John."

A/N: Ok my loyal reviewers this will be my last update for a while. I am taking some time off to take the twins on vacation and then we'll see when I get back.