Disclaimer: I do not own any recognizable character in this story. All rights go to the WWE, with the exception of the characters Neah and Hayley. All original ideas, plots, ect. belong to me.

John's dread was nearly tangible as he stepped onto the airplane, a tired and sick Neah cuddled in his arms. His little princess was far from happy. She hadn't been feeling well ever since she woke up, early than normal, saying that her throat felt 'tight' and 'full'. It took him about an hour to figure out what she meant, when she started to whimper about how she didn't like sitting over the potty because the water smelt weird. Neah was nauseous and it was making her very, very grumpy.

During the car ride to the airport, she hadn't slept like usual, but whimpered and moaned while leaning her head on her knees. Going through security had frightened her so badly she started crying because of the woman working the metal detector. While they were waiting for their plane to board, she actually threw up a couple of times, which gave her a headache and made her start bawling.

And now, as John found their row and buckled her into the safety seat situated in the center of their row, he could just feel that something was going to go wrong. Neah as pale and a light sheen of sweat coated her forehead. Randy passed him a look as he slunk past him to the window seat, effectively surrounding the sick little princess.

"How are you feeling baby?"

Neah didn't respond verbally, only turned her head just enough to give him a rather dirty look. If that was anything to go by, John could assume she was not feeling any better than the last time he asked- eight minutes ago.

"Just leave her be, John," Randy ordered, pulling the covering down over the window, "You don't want her to start crying if you accidentally say something to piss her off."

"Neah doesn't cry when I piss her off, she gives me that look. You know, the one she learned from you?"

"Hey, it's not like I purposefully taught it to her," The younger male tried to hide his self-satisfied smirk by turning towards the window.

"Boo."

Both men turned their attention to Neah as the flight attendant when through the motions of preparing for take off. The baby was looking up at John with big, wide blue eyes and a bottom lip poised for pouting.

"Boo?" John responded slowly, having no idea- "Oh," his eyes widened, "Boo Bear."

The bear that her uncle Adam had given to her the first day he met her. She'd grown fiercely attached to the stuffed bear. Over the past six months, it had gone through so much wear and tear the once fluffy, furry creature was limp and looking a little scraggly around the edges. It had been so limp, actually, that John had accidentally mistaken it for a regular stuffed bear, and packed it in her checked luggage.

"You didn't," Randy demanded, eyes widening as the plane began to move towards the run way.

"I did, oh fuck man, I did," John replied hopelessly.

Neah didn't even bother to reprimand her daddy for his usage of the 'F' word. The air around the three was tense and she knew something was amiss. Something was going down, and she was not going to like it.

"Boo."

Neah's suspicions were confirmed when her daddy gave her a look of both apology and apprehension. It was the same look he gave her when he put her blanket through the wash without her knowledge or when, only a few weeks ago, he left her jacket in the hotel restaurant, which was closed until nine A.M. and she had to leave it behind because their flight was at six.

"Boo Bear," She said louder, eyebrows furrowing when her daddy didn't move, "Da, Boo Bear!"

Mike and Kevin looked at them from across the row, eyebrows raised in identical fashions as the former spoke, "You're not going to let her cry the whole flight, right? I mean, I love her, but crying on planes man..."

"Unless you somehow manage to pull her bear outta your ass, she's gonna cry," Randy replied with a roll of his eye, "Fuckin' moron."

"Da-Dee!" Neah wailed, over pronouncing the syllables, "Boo Bear now! Boo Bear now!"

People around began to stare, or glare in most people's case, as the little blonde began crying so loudly it was easily heard over the plane's jets. John looked around nervously, seeing most of his buddies giving him a 'what did you do now' look while all the strangers in the plane were giving him the 'shut your kid up, you dumb fuck' look.

"I know you want Boo Bear, Neah, but I don't have him," John ran his hand over his head, "We have to wait until the plane lands."

"No, Boo now!"

"Neah," He unbuckled her seat belt and pulled her into his lap, "Boo is in daddy's big suit case, the one that's under the plane. I can't get him until we land."

"Get him now!" Neah wailed, her little face red as a cherry, "Daddy get Boo!"

"Baby, I can't-"

"On plane, get Boo!"

"I know he's on the plane, but he's not where I can get to him, Neah. I'm sorry baby, but I can't get Boo."

As her wails got louder, she began to cough as well, causing John to throw Randy a more than worried face, "Dude, what's happening to her?"

"She's crying so hard she's gonna make herself sick again," he replied, "You've gotta calm her down man, keep her from throwing up."

John stood up, gently bouncing his bawling baby as he walked up and down the isle. He pressed his hand under the back of her little t-shirt, his cold palm massaging over her overly warm skin to try and calm her down. It wasn't working though.

"You might try changing her clothes," An older woman stated as he walked by, "If she feels hot and sticky, she's gonna keep crying."

He locked his wide eyes on the woman before nodding and heading back to his seat. The months of practice paid off as he quickly changed her out of her travel clothes and into the soft pj's he kept in her little back pack. Randy rolled his eyes when the older man abruptly tossed the worn clothes at his face and stood back up to keep pacing the isle.

"Changing her didn't work?" The woman questioned with a sympathetic frown.

John shook his head, "She's been sick all morning and then I had to go and pull an idiot move by packing her favourite stuffed bear into her checked bag."

"You shouldn't have brought a kid on the plane in the first place," An obviously put out business man glared as John stood near his seat.

The heavily muscled blue eyed male returned the glare, "I currently have my hands full, but I've got some friends up there in first class that will gladly ring your neck if I ask nicely."

The man obviously wanted to push his luck though, as he muttered, "Not my fault you can't control your little brat."

John felt the over protective instincts he had for his baby flare up, "I bet if I broke your jaw it would make her smile, want to find out?"

"Boo, daddy, Boo Bear," Neah whimpered as her cries began to quiet, exhausted from the wailing.

"I know you want Boo Bear, baby, and I'm so sorry."

"Snuggle."

"That I can do princess," John said, relief filling him as he walked back to his seat, wrapped Neah in her blanket and laid her against his chest.

"She only cried for twenty minutes out of a three hour flight," Randy stated quietly, "I say that's a job well done."

"If I ever forget that damn bear again, shoot me."

A/N: Holy lord, that really took forever, didn't it? It's kind of because my love for John is slipping down the abyss into nothingness. And I've been considering rewriting this, because the first nine chapters are kind of ridiculous. So, here's something to hold you over while I'm contemplate some more. But, while you're here, you should definitely follow me on Tumblr- link on my homepage.

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