Author's Notes

Isn't it great to be on Spring Break?

Happy Easter everyone! I hope you all get to try those new reeces rabbits (they look delicious!)

I own no rights to the WWE and I wish you all the best from the bottom of my heart.

Happy holidays!


Christian could not have looked fiercer if he tried.

He stood reared up to his full height, his fists balled at his sides and a menacing glare plastered on his face.

Cody could only pray that mercy would be shown for Jack, because if anything he was going to get a broken neck later. Randy on the other hand, was having entirely different feelings.

He would have smiled, were John not in the room. But for appearances sake he pretended to look appalled and disturbed as though he were looking at a volcano erupting; which in a way could have been interpretable.

Jack's eyes were watering worse than before, he was definitely going to start freaking out any minute; John just started at Christian, his lips were pulled into a small frown, but his eyes were glinting in a way that made it seem as though he were masking a smile.

"Christian… Hey bro… I uh… What you have to understand here is that-" John began before being cut off.

"Shut your mouth, you have no right to speak to me!" Christian growled, turning his face towards John and giving him a look of utter disgust.

He meant to be powerful while he was talking, of that much Cody was sure, but for some reason his voice sounded like he was crying.

Was his heart breaking from the sight?

"Christian, I'm gonna tell you this right now, I'll admit that I screwed up here, but you gotta treat me with-" John started again, his own resolve slipping.

"Respect? I should treat you with respect? No way in hell you pig. You took my Jack away from me and now I should treat youWith respect?! You're one sick bastard if you think that's gonna fly" Christian seethed, pointing a finger at John in shame.

"Hey-" John tried again.

"I'm not finished!" Christian hollered, turning his attention towards Jack, who presently was mentally entreating a sniper to pick him off and let it all end "Jack… Why did you lie to me, Jack? Huh? Do you think I'm an idiot? Didn't you know it would hurt me to think of me like that? Why would you wanna hurt me, Jack? What did I ever do to you to deserve this? Huh?! Tell me why this is happening!"

Christian sounded awful, like at any minute he would go rabid and start an execution like the kid at the Virginia Tech shooting. Thankfully, he didn't have a gun on him; otherwise he would have had it out and pointed at Jack.

Jack stared at him with large, doe blue eyes. He couldn't seem to speak, though he mouth was open and trying to form words.

"Christian, I love you"

He flew into a rage, slamming his fist down on the counter next to him and causing the marble to crack. It wasn't a small crack either; more like the kind of damage that was unfixable no matter who tried to help.

"Don't lie to me!" he screamed "Don't lie to me Jack! Don't you dare fucking lie to me. I don't want to hear lies anymore; I want you to explain to me why you're off with this thug all the time" he emphasized his statement by pointing at John with the fist that had previously smashed the counter to rubble.

"I don't know" Jack mumbled biting his lip.

"You don't know? You don't know?! Of course you do! C'mon Jack, of course you do. So tell me" Christian retorted sarcastically, crossing his hands over his chest; he was taunting Jack, but by God, Cody could tell he still loved the poor thing.

"I don't know!" Jack blubbered, shifting his gaze away and finally letting the tears fall.

"Hey! Don't you turn away from me; look at me! Look at me Jack!" Christian yelled, storming over to the bench where his lover was sitting, gripping his face in his hand and forcing Jack to look at him.

He must have been holding him too hard because it only made Jack's crying worsen.

"You cut that out! Stop that howling right now! I will break your face in half if you don't stop" he bellowed, intensifying his grip slightly and causing Jack to whimper in the pain of having his jaws squeezed too tightly for comfort.

At that sound John got involved "let go of him!"

"Shut the fuck up John, you can't smooth-talk me! Unlike all of your admirers, I can smell the bullshit from the real deal!" Christian barked once again clenching Jack's face between his fingers, eliciting another squeal from the flaxen sufferer.

"You're hurting him!" John shouted, pushing Christian off of Jack.

"How dare you touch me, you dirty faggot?!" Christian snarled, shoving John backwards and actually knocking him off-balance onto the floor.

If anything this sent John into turbo-drive. He was back on his feet within seconds, his fists up, ready to bash Christian into the linoleum floor, and he would have too; were it not for Jack's involvement.

Before John could throw a punch he got in the middle of them, blocking Christian from his target range but still having to deal with a ready to rumble John Cena.

"Baby, move out of the way, this prick's got it coming" John said, craning his head to look over Jack's shoulder and glare threateningly at Christian.

"Go on Jack, move out of the way so I can put this cocksucker back in his place" Christian added, returning John's glare with all of the ice given and then some.

"You are so lucky I'm not over there right now, I swear, the second I get my hands on you I'll put you on the disabled list" John hissed, pointing at him.

"Ooh the disabled list, huh? Gonna put me in a wheelchair John? I'll send you to the fucking morgue you over-puffed wigger!" Christian spat, cracking his knuckles in preparation for a fight.

Cody couldn't help but draw a little pleasure from the fighting that was going on; for once somebody was showing John for what he was; a punk from Massachusetts who thought he was the greatest thing since sliced bread.

Which is why, during the entire ordeal he felt himself wishing that Christian would get his hands on John; he'd tan that fucker's hide nice and good.

"You son of a bitch!" John jeered "you're lucky I love Jack, otherwise I would've splattered your skull all over the locker-room a long time ago!"

"Love? Let's get something straight John; you don't love Jack. If you loved Jack, you wouldn't have made him into your booty call, alright? If you loved Jack, you wouldn't have gotten him into this situation. But you don't love Jack; so you made his life hell, and as a bonus you got a little sex out of it" Christian retorted, to which John had no reply besides a disbelieving smile and shaking his head "no".

"You can't be serious, that's not how it is! You know that he's just pulling it out of his ass, don't you Jack?" he asked, but Jack was no longer on the same side as John; now he was listening to what Christian was saying, a look of horror and anger aimed at John.

"Oh yeah, he's saying that now, but think about it Jack; what's the one thing you've got that John doesn't? You've got connections with Adam and Vicky. That's right; you were his ticket back to being the World Heavyweight Championship title-bearer. That's all it was honey! He was using you! Then when he was done he'd probably drop you like an old glove! He never loved you, only I did Jack!" Christian whispered into Jack's ear.

Though it was all possible in some way or another, it was anti-John propaganda, and Jack was eating it up just as quickly as Christian was spoon-feeding it to him.

He never loved you.

Now that had to sting, like a sharp smack to the face.

It was rough, what Christian had done; he'd taken off the fun, happy tinted glasses to show Jack that the real world was fleshy and unappealing.

"It was all fake" Jack muttered in awe; he looked as though he were seeing angels, as if he were born again to the world.

It was readable on Jack's face that he was definitely not John's biggest fan anymore, not with the cannon-ball sized wound in his heart; if John wanted a prayer of getting out of this he would need to add his own wood to the fire.

"No it wasn't Jack, I love you, Christian's just trying to turn you against me; he's the one that doesn't love you! If he loved you would he hurt you? No, baby, he wouldn't. But he doesn't, don't you see?" John implored him, countering Christian's misinformation with a bit of his own.

Jack held his head in his palms in agony; he couldn't deal with two voices supplying him with stories about why the other was a worse person; it was too confusing!

"C'mon baby, don't listen to him" John continued.

"Don't believe him honey, he's a crook and he's only trying to manipulate you" Christian said, his eyes fixed on John, burning two small circles of hate through his head.

"Crook? You must have me confused with Adam, considering you love him so much, hell; you've probably cheated on Jack with Adam!" John snapped, bringing Christian to Jack's scrutiny.

"No, I would never cheat on Jack" Christian affirmed his angry gaze focused on John "you see, unlike you, John, I'm a man and I don't have to go around stealing other people's boyfriends to get what I want!"

"If you were any kind of man, maybe Jack wouldn't need to fuck around with me in the first place!" John counteracted, leaning forward to drive Christian away from Jack.

"We'll let Jack decide; go on Jack, tell him who you think the man is here" Christian stated, stepping back to observe his handiwork, expecting John to be automatically ousted.

"Don't let him step all over you baby" John prompted, trying to remain in Jack's favor.

Jack was at this point about as useful as a target dummy.

"Need I remind you who was with you when all we had was each other? I was there, Jack; John wasn't. He was out with his Heavyweight Championship title having the time of his life" Christian piped up.

"Jack, don't go with him if you don't love him; you did your part and you stayed with him through the hard times, but now you can do what you want, don't torture yourself just because you feel guilty" John said, once more trying to hinder Jack's decision.

Jack finally came to an answer, looking John in the eye as he spoke.

"I'll always feel guilty" he mumbled before turning to face Christian "come on, let's go; you've got a money in the bank match tonight"

Even as the couple walked out of the room, Jack clingling lovingly to Christian's arm; Cody could tell this wasn't how Jack had wanted things to end, not one bit.


Wow, Randy and Cody's sex scene is fast approaching... I'm excited!