Title: Unknown

Summary: Scott Garland, or better known to the fans as Scotty Too Hotty has returned home to the WWE.

Pairings: Scotty2Hotty/Chris Jericho(Scotticho), Edge/Christian, Mike/Maryse, Ted Dibiase/Drew McIntyre, more as the story progresses…

Warnings: Slash, mentions of past abuse, non-con, stalkers.

Disclaimer: dont own

Still no Jericho

Chapter 10

Stumbling into his hotel room, Alex clung onto John's arm giggling like a schoolgirl, as John staggered beside him head resting on his friend's shoulder. Kicking the door shut Alex led John towards the bedroom until finally both men were lying face-to-face on the king-sized bed.

"Comfy, Johnny?" Alex yawned, kicking his shoes off the bed. John followed, his shoes landing beside the other pair. "Lemme get a blanket."

Johnny nodded watching as the younger man reached over for a pale green blanket, shaking it open to cover both men in tightly.

"Warm?" Alex asked, John nodded as his phone beeped startling him. The carefree look that had graced his face disappeared, as a worried look took over. "What's wrong?"

"Melina wants me to Skype her," John whispered. "My laptop is in my room, I have to go."

"No, Johnny come on baby," Alex whispered. "Tell her that you cant and you'll call her in the morning."

Johnny shook his head, eyes wide. "She'll get angry! I cant, I'm sorry, I've got to go."

Alex quickly grabbed the older man by the shoulders, "Johnny wait! Please, tell me that you really want to leave and I'll let you go. Tell me you're going because you want to go; not because you're scared of her- please don't leave for her…"

"I cant," John said, his voice broken and defeated. "i- I am scared."

"You don't have to be baby," Alex whispered, hands gripping John's tightly. "You can stay here with me, just leave her, she can't hurt you here!"

"I have to go," John sniffed, "I'm sorry, I'm really sorry."

With that he scurried out of the room; Alex sobered up feeling as though he had failed John, himself and Mike.

"Are you eating pizza again?"

Scotty smirked, as he placed the slice down and took a gulp of Coke, "Yeah, how'd you know?"

"You're predictable," his brother responded, "So, how are things going, bro? When are you gonna win a belt?"

"Things are going okay, and I have no idea," Scotty smirked. "So how the kids and the missus."

"Great," Aaron replied, "Things are just okay? Why aren't they great?"

Trust his brother to know something was amiss. The two Garland brothers knew each other to well.

"Well, it's just a friend of mine," Scotty sighed, "His girlfriend is a lot like… well like Nora."

"Oh," Aaron murmured. Scotty was sure that his brother's anger level was rising that moment. "Is he okay?"

"He quit the 'E this week," Scotty said, "He- I don't know, maybe it isn't my place to interfere but I don't feel right not doing anything about it. The sad thing is he isn't the only man who was in the same position I was, given Drew was much luckier; he left immediately. But John's too far in."

"Morrison?" Aaron asked, after Scotty confirmed which John his brother fell silent. "Look, I know its hard for you to talk about everything that happened to you in the past with that psychotic bitch but maybe what Morrison needs is to hear this. Maybe its another way for you to help move on, Scottstar... Just talk to the kid before he leaves. Make him see reason before she really hurts him. That bitch almost killed you, who's to say John won't be in the same position?"

"I suppose you're right," Scotty murmured, "I should find him now then, because he leaves tomorrow at noon. Bye Aaron, thanks for the advice."

"Anytime little bro."

Before he went to sleep the night before, Scotty sent Drew a text, hoping the young man would be able to help him get through to Morrison. Drew agreed to meet him in the morning before John left and that was where the men had met up seven in the morning.

John had answered the door, surprised but let the men in. Scotty had come prepared with coffee from Starbucks. John accepted the Cappuccino graciously as the three men sat around the table.

"Is anything wrong?" John asked, looking at Scotty with worried eyes. Scotty shook his head, "Oh… Oh-Kay."

"We figured since you're quittin' and goin' home we'd come and visit ya one last time," Drew smiled, John stared at him. "What?"

"I'm not quitting, I'll be back," John said, softly, "I'll be back sometime next year maybe or twenty-thirteen. Vince said I can come back whenever I'm ready and that I still have a contract available."

"Well then why are you going back to a woman who is clearly abusin' you?" Drew asked, bluntly. Scotty's eyes bulged and the coffee almost fell from his hands. John looked away, shamefully.

"Drew, when I said we'd get to the point I meant telling our own personal experiences, not to verbally bash him, you dolt!" Scotty snapped, Drew looked down at his lap, blushing. "John, I'm sorry, Drew-"

"I'm sorry John," the youngest man said, interrupting Scotty. He was determined to make things right. "Sometimes my mouth runs a mile ahead of me brain. I wasn't trying to upset you; I just wish- well we all wish you would see that what she does to you isn't right. You told me that it was you who called the police last year yet… Actually I want t'know why you called them, why did you help me?"

John didn't answer at first and when he finally did neither man heard him clearly; his voice a low whisper.

"What was that?" Scotty asked, gently. He sat closer to the man, "Johnny?"

"I called 'cause he didn't deserve to be treated that way," John whispered. "Drew's a good man-"

"So you deserve to be treated that way?" Drew interrupted yet again. "I didn't deserve it, Scotty didn't deserve it, and you don't either."

John looked up curiously at Scotty, who paled slightly. He wasn't sure he could retell his horror story, but he had to try.

For eight long years, Scott lived in fear. A grown man, a wrestler and he was fearful of a petite, little woman. Initially at the beginning of their relationship she was the ideal woman for him. She was sweet, beautiful, and loved him.

Or so he thought.

Months after the birth of his daughter, Taylor, they began to have some problems. He initially thought Nora was suffering from post-natal depression but when she fell pregnant with Jordan things went south, fast.

He was degraded, ignored, put down, smacked, pushed, kicked (before she was unable to lift her legs due to being heavily pregnant) and being screamed at for no reason other then being there.

After Jordy was born, things went from bad to worse. Mind games, whippings, beltings, binding him to the bed for days at a time, scratching and pinching, the occasional broken bone, black eyes and threats of never seeing her or his children again were some of the few things the young man dealt with during his time with married to her. He was cut off from his family, unable to see his friends and banned from the career he loved more then anything.

It wasn't until Jordy's fifth birthday did he really; truly fear for his life.

Scott still didn't know what he had done that made Nora lash out the way she did, one minute she was laughing with him, vodka in hand; and the next she was striking the younger man with anything she had in her hands. A vodka bottle, her fist, her daughter's baseball bat anything that would cause him maximum pain.

As he tried to scramble away from his wife, he collapse down the flight of stairs in their house, landing with a sickening thud, immediately losing consciousness.

When he fell he knew it was unlikely that he was going to be able to get up again. Nora left him sprawled out of the floor and stumbled off to bed that night. If it wasn't for Taylor waking up some time later for a glass of milk and calling an ambulance, Scotty was sure he wouldn't be sitting with John Hennigan and Drew Galloway; two other men who were also victims of abuse.

That night once the ambulance had arrived, the young man had been in a terrible state. He was out for more then four days in the hospital with some broken ribs, broken arm and a large lump to the head. While he was unconscious, his father had called Brian 'Grand Master Sexay' Lawler and Solafu 'Rikishi' Fatu and informed them of the young man's state. Brian, of course, was there by Scott's side the first chance he had, and was on the phone to his own father, Jerry Lawler. Rikishi came a few days after he woke up, relieved that his younger friend was alive and well.

As he finally woke up on the fourth day, he found himself staring at his parents, his wife (who was death staring him down) and Brian. As his mother held him crying and thanking the Lord above for her son's recovery, his brother Aaron barged into the room, followed by Scotty's sister-in-law Tonya, their children and his own two babies.

The look on Taylor's face, a relieved but frightened look was something Scotty hoped to never see again on her face. He held Jordy near and Taylor held his better hand in her smaller hand. He fell back asleep a moment later, Taylor still gripping his hand gently.

Scotty was awoken hours later by his wife, forcefully, gripping his broken arm, painfully ignoring his soft pleas as she snarled at him, threatening to hurt him further if he didn't keep his mouth shut and tell everyone he had lost his balance due to his drunkenness. He had chosen to drink that night, a shot of vodka, but for Scotty that was enough to get him stumbling around as though he'd drunk a bottle of pure tequila.

Unknown to Nora at that exact moment one Vincent Kennedy McMahon had just arrived from New York and strolled in confidently to see his ex-employee – Jerry had called him moments after Brian had informed his father. Scott was absolutely stunned to see Vince McMahon staring lividly at Nora who looked as though she had seen a ghost.

With the money on his side and his contacts by his side, Vince soon had a restraining order placed on the woman, barring her access to her soon-to-be ex-husband and their two young children. With Vince's resources and connections Scott was a divorced man with sole custody of his two children.

"I was free, Johnny," Scotty said, softly. A single lone tear slipped down his cheek as Drew looked at him horrified. John was openly crying; the pain too raw. "I stayed with her for seven years because I was terrified of losing my children in more ways then one. Nobody knew what was going on in my home. Not my parents; not my brother; not even my nosy best friend had a clue. She kept me under her thumb so well that honestly if it wasn't for Vince walking in I'd still be with her now. I wouldn't be here now. I was given the chance to escape Johnny; I took it. John, I cant tell you what to do; God knows all your friends would love too, but this is your decision to make Johnny. You have so many friends who don't want to see you get hurt. John, promise me, if she hurts you again when you go back that you'll leave. Don't stick around because she promises to change. Nora never did, although after a few years the 'I'm sorries' changed to 'Its your own fault.' She probably already promises you that she'll never do it again. But she always will."

"She does," John whispered, wiping his eyes, shuddering. "She says sorry, but then tells me its my fault for n-not listening to her. She says she'll never hurt me again and then she does. I don't know what t-to do."

"C'mere," Drew sighed, pulling the broken, shaking man into his arms. "It's okay, love, everything'll be fine."

"Whatever you choose to do Johnny," Scotty said, scooting closer to hold the man's shivering hand in his own. "We'll support you okay? Myself, Mikey, Alex, Drew and Teddy; we're here for you okay? Everything will be fine."

A week later and backstage the few superstars close to John were in a gloomy mood. He had not called or text any of the men back and by the fourth day when one of the men called him the phone would always go directly to voicemail.

Scotty watched as Ted and Sheamus practiced in the ring as Mike approached him with a Coke.

"What are you doing tonight?" Mike asked as he at beside Scotty handing him his drink. "I've got a match with Randy. I win via count out cause Wade annoys him. And I'm gonna be in the mainevent at TLC."

"Match against Phil?" Scotty asked, "For the title?"

"Yeah," Mike nodded with a grin. "Given I don't win, but at least I get a title match again. I kinda fell out of the grid after Wrestlemania but Phil's big mouth helped out."

"No problem, Big Fat Mike," Phil chuckled sitting beside Scotty.

"Oi, only Johnny calls me B.F.M!" Mike laughed, before he let out a little sigh, missing his friend. "Oh and the electric diva."

"Who? Scotty asked, with a brow.

"it's eel-ectric diva Mike," Phil laughed, turning to Scotty. "After John sent Mike a tweet calling him Big Fat Mike, one of the fans used that fat face app to give Mike a makeover. It was hilarious! And Sign Guys sign! Ha!"

"What does she mean eelectric? What the hell is eelectric?" Mike grumbled, "So rude. I'd block her, but she's a fan..."

Scotty felt his pocket for his Iphone and sighed. "I left my phone in the locker-room. I'll be right back."

"Okay, get me a Pepsi," Phil called out as Scotty jogged away, giving him the bird.

Phone in his pocket, Scotty stood by the can machine and pulled out a can of Pepsi for his young friend. He looked at it, disgusted and smirked, shaking the can vigorously.

"Haven't seen you in years and you're drinking Pepsi?" Scotty dropped the drink, startled as he spun around, the voice matching up to a face he knew too well.

"Chris?"

"Hey Scotty," Chris Jericho smiled, nervously.

Its only given I include myself in the fic. And look! Its not a Marysue! Haha

I well what do you know. Jericho's back...

peace and chicken grease

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