Well, I finally got it up!

So, what do you all think about what is happening in the world of the WWE at this moment in time? Do you think Justin and Heath are going face? Also, I could stop the story now, though I don't exactly want to.

What do you guys think?

Justin paced back and forth through the hospital waiting room, glancing around as Randy and Nic pulled the door open across the room.

"What happened?" Nic demanded.

"That's what we would like to know, too," Said one of two police officers who had just walked in from the other way. The first was short-ish and had a buzz cut. Justin smirked; he sounded like a bass singer in a church choir. Justin tried not to snort there was not a damn thing funny about this situation. The other one was about six foot five and looked like a bored-out-of-his-wits Blake Shelton.

Justin shrugged, "I don't know. I got to her house and the dog was barking like mad in the basement, I went into the kitchen and she was lying on the floor."

"That's all?"

"I thought I heard the sliding door."

"Did you see anybody? Anywhere?"

"No."

"Nobody in the yard? No odd cars?"

Justin shook his head and closed his eyes, trying to remember.

He was driving up in his rental car, grateful that he hadn't passed Wade on the road and that he was already on his way to the next city. He had music Riley wouldn't like playing far too softly for her taste. Parking the car, he slid out, not grabbing his bags, on account of the fat that they were leaving early in the morning. He heard Demon barking and whining in the basement. He's probably muddy as hell. Justin thought. He bounded up the steps. He could hear something country. It twanged loudly, with attitude. 'It's probably Miranda Lambert,' crossed his mind. Justin heard the sliding door open. He headed into the kitchen. And stopped dead. Riley was wearing her pair of ripped grey jeans and her Jeff Dunham 'Peanut' shirt. Lying on the floor, bleeding from a gash in her forehead. Bruising already beginning to show on her face and body. "Riley!" It all got quite blurry after that. He remembered calling the police, and trying to wake Riley up. Even now, he was still shaking and tearing up every once in a while. "No. I don't remember anything out of the ordinary."

"Okay, be sure to tell us if you remember anything else." He turned to Randy and Nic. "Who's related to her?" They raised their hands.

Little cop flipped to another page in his little note book. "Do you know anybody who could have done this?"

Nic's sigh came out from between his teeth. "Lately? No."

Randy chimed in "She had an old boyfriend, Corey, but I'm fairly certain he's in jail for attempted murder."

"Last name?" Blake Shelton-cop asked.

"Um, shit, uh…Shepherd."

"Corey Shepherd?"

"Yeah."

"Is he still in jail?"

"As far as we know."

"Alright, we'll check that." short-cop turned to the rest of the room, "We'll have to talk to her too when she wakes up."

"Yeah, but for now, we'll go back and put this into the report. The hospital will call us when she does wake up," Said Blake-cop.

Nic nodded tensely.

Randy said "Alright," in a tired voice.

Justin didn't do anything.

Backstage Tuesday:

Justin rushed around the arena locker rooms. Looking for the person he'd been trying extremely hard to avoid: Wade.

He found him far too soon.

Wade was standing in one of the locker rooms he would have previously occupied with Justin. Honestly, Wade was pissed at Justin. He had given Justin everything and he gets repaid by getting dumped. Wade you know that's not fair. It's his first gay relationship. He bit his lip; wrestling with his conscience. Part of him knew he shouldn't be mad at Justin, he had been confused in his first relationship too, but only because he knew, in the wrestling business (which is what he had always wanted to do), homosexuality was frowned upon. Justin was confused because he was struggling with his sexuality. That had to be more confusing than Wade's predicament. He ran his fingers through his hair exasperatedly. A small voice asked "Wade?"

He knew that voice.

Justin watched as Wade's back straightened, stiffened. Wade turned to face Justin, the look on his face sent daggers to Justin's heart. It was filled with… sadness, disappointment, anger… and longing. "What?"

Justin felt tears spring to his eyes, but he didn't let them fall. "Wade… Riley…she's in the hospital."

Wade's eyes snapped to Justin's "What happened?"

"It…it was after you left. I…I went in the house, into the kitchen. She was lying on the floor, covered in blood." Justin sank to the floor, burying his head in his arms. He looked so pathetic Wade couldn't help but sit on the floor beside him and just hold him. Justin leaned into Wade's embrace, though he knew it would make it worse in the long run, he just needed to be close to Wade. "It's my fault, Wade."

"Honey, how was it your fault?"

That. That pet name, it almost killed Justin. "I was late! I was late getting to Riley's house. If I wasn't late, she wouldn't be in the hospital."

"Baby, if you were there, you might have gotten hurt too. It completely sucks that Riley is in the hospital. I love her to death, but I can't watch you get hurt."

"Wade, don't." he couldn't bear hearing the hurt in Wade's voice.

"Don't what, Justin?"

"Act so patient. You should be mad at me, blaming me," Justin mumbled.

"Mad at you? I am. Blame you? I can't it's not your fault."

Justin laughed sadly, "Oddly enough, hearing that you're mad makes me feel better."

"Why?" Wade asked.

"Because, it just does," Justin murmured.

"We've got to go to the hospital," Wade mumbled.

"I'm going to find Heath first, you go ahead."

"Okay."

"Will I see you there?" Justin asked shyly.

"Well, duh." Wade said rolling his eyes playfully. Justin laughed. Wade had missed Justin's laugh. He couldn't even put into words how much he'd missed it.

"I miss you, Justin; I'm not going to lie."

Justin felt tears burning behind his eyes again. He whispered, "I know."

"Heath, man I have to talk to you!"

The red-head looked up, "'Sup man?"

Justin sighed, "Riley's in the hospital."

"What…what happened?" Heath asked, his face falling.

"We don't really know. I went to visit her; I saw her lying on the floor."

"Is she going to be okay?"

"Yeah, she should be waking up soon…ish."

Heath's face relaxed, "Alright. I was worried for a minute there, nah mean."

Justin smirked slightly, "Yeah, I know what you mean. We can go see her now."

Heath, Wade and Justin were sitting in Riley's hospital room waiting for her to open her eyes. They'd been sitting there for two and a half hours and they were getting hungry. Justin told Heath and Wade to go to the cafeteria to get some food. He'd wait here. About fifteen minutes after they left, Riley opened her eyes.

"Justin," she murmured, fixing her eyes on him.

"Riley! Sweetheart, are you okay?" he asked in a rush, moving to sit beside her on the bed.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Wade's not here?"

"Yeah, he and Heath are in the cafeteria. …Heath was all worried about you." Justin smirked.

Riley rolled her eyes.

"What happened?"

"I'll explain when they get back. How is Wade?"

Riley saw the look in Justin's eyes and she was sure she'd interpreted it correctly. "Justin," she said softly "if you love Wade, tell him."

Justin looked surprised, "What do you mean? Why do you think I still love him?"

"Because, every time somebody says his name, you look like you're about to cry. You seem depressed. You were happy with him- don't even deny that. And…you're still wearing his ring."

Justin looked down at his left hand. The white-gold ring Wade had given him for Christmas was still on finger. "I…I can't take it off. I know I'm just hurting Wade, but I can't."

"You don't know what you have until it's gone?" Riley supplied.

"Yeah. But…I knew what I had and I still left." Justin said miserably, rubbing his hands over his face.

"Can I ask why?" Riley murmured.

"Because I was confused." Justin sighed.

Riley took Justin's hand in hers. "Just ask yourself if you love him. Answer yourself honestly. If you do, tell him."

"What if I don't?"

Riley gave him her are-you-serious look.

Wade exhaled in relief as he walked in and Riley awake and talking. "Hey!" he exclaimed hugging her tight whilst trying not to break her.

She grinned "Hey."

"What the hell happened?" he demanded after she had been hugged by Heath who was now sitting on the bed beside her, his chest acting as her recliner.

"Where do you want me to start from?"

"What happened after I left? Every detail you can remember," Wade demanded.

"I turned on the radio. It was the country station. The song was 'Gimme that girl' by Joe Nichols. I was making fried chicken, I was facing the stove, and I felt somebody hit me on the back of the head. I fell. I turned over and…" she faltered; Heath drew her closer and kissed the side of her head. "Cory started wailing on me."

"Corey? Shepherd? The one your brothers told the cops about?" Justin whispered.

Riley nodded.

"I thought he was in jail."

Riley shrugged, "I did too."

"Did you tell the police?" Heath asked.

"Yep. They're looking for him."

"We'll be going home with you. Until they catch him. Just in case," Wade said.

Riley nodded in agreement.

"When can you go home?" Heath asked.

"Day after tomorrow, I think," Riley said snuggling closer to his chest.

"Okay."

Wade was wandering through the house. He couldn't sleep. Again. These days that wasn't uncommon. Peeking quietly into Riley's room to make sure she was okay, he saw her snoring softly next to Heath. Wade rolled his eyes. That kid could seriously be overprotective. Though, Wade was sure there was at least one other reason. He closed the door softly, as he did so; Wade heard soft footsteps behind him. As he turned, Wade saw Justin walking slowly toward him. "Wade? Can I talk to you?"

"Sure."

Justin grabbed Wade's hand and pulled him down the hall to sit on the staircase.

"How have you been?" Justin started lamely.

"I've been better," Wade shrugged.

"I'm so sorry, Wade." Justin said miserably.

Wade sighed and scratched his head violently, "I know."

"Wade, I'm going to try to explain this. You're going to have to bear with me though."

Wade nodded, so Justin continued, "It surprised me when you kissed me. It also confused me. Because I liked it. When I went to Riley, to tell her about it, she told me to go for you. Because I liked you, which was odd for me because I had never been attracted to another man."

This was killing Wade. He hated the words Justin was saying. Hated the pain in Justin's voice.

"When you and I started dating-"

"Because you said you liked me-" Wade started to protest.

"I know Wade," Justin said patiently, "When you and I started dating, I was the happiest I'd ever been in my life. Then, when you went home for Christmas, I called and told my mother about you. I asked her to tell my father. Mom understood. Dad did not. They hurt me; the things my dad said. It hurt me so much; I started questioning whether or not I was doing the right thing. Whether or not I was good enough. So, I broke up with you. Biggest mistake of my life. I would have gone back to you that night; except I always thought you could do better than me. Somebody who knew they were gay and didn't care. I was still confused. Then, yesterday, when Riley woke up in the hospital, she told me to ask myself if I really loved you. She said to answer myself honestly. If I did love you, she said to tell you. She said it was one of those things when you don't know what you have until it was gone. But, I knew what I had, and I still left. The thing that really made up my mind was that I couldn't take off the ring you gave me. I kept telling myself I didn't love you, but I couldn't bring myself to take off your ring. Wade…what I'm asking is: will you please, please forgive me? Take me back? I still might be a little confused, but I miss you."

"Justin, I love you. I loved you when you were straight. I can deal with you being confused. Being without you? That I can't do," Wade murmured, lacing his fingers through Justin's.

Justin smiled and leaned against Wade's arm.

"I love you."

"I love you too."

Wade grinned, and leaned down to Justin's level. Eye to eye, Wade murmured to Justin, "It's good to hear you say that again."

Justin kissed Wade. Wade wrapped his arm around Justin and pulled him in close.

They felt something soft connect with their heads as somebody said "Can't ya'll get a room? Seriously, somebody could just walk in on you or something."

"Heath," Wade murmured against Justin's lips, feeling for the pillow Heath had thrown at them, "go back to bed."

"I gotta piss!"

"Wonderful information." Justin said, chuckling.

"Why don't you two go to a room?" Heath said as he reemerged from the bathroom.

"Fine, fine!" Wade sighed, pulling Justin to his feet.

"Your friends have some PDA issues." Heath whispered to Riley, who was semiconscious.

"Why?"

"They were sitting there making out on your staircase."

Riley laughed, "They're back together then."

"Good, maybe they'll stop being so damn depressing."

"How did you know they were together before?"

"Ahh…. I walked in on them making out in a dressing room one time. They didn't even notice me."

Riley chuckled and yawned, "That seems like them."

Heath wrapped his arm around her waist and kissed her head. "Go on and go back to sleep."

Wade and Justin's room:

Justin press himself closer to Wade's bare torso, wrapping his arm around Wade's waist.

"I'm so sorry Wade. Really, I am."

"I know baby. I'm not mad," Wade murmured rubbing soothing small circles on Justin's back.

"You should be."

"Oh shut up," Wade said, rolling his eyes.

"I love-" Justin was cut off from a crash downstairs.

Wade sat up, "Baby, stay here…"

"Wade it's probably just Riley crashing around again," Justin said rolling his eyes.

"I know, but, just stay here," Wade said, touching Justin's face.

Wade crept down the hall. When he got to Riley's room, he knocked on the door softly. "Riley, are you in here?"

"Yeah," she whispered back, "what's going on?"

"I don't know. Is Heath here with you?"

"Yeah," said the voice of the man in question.

"Then… Heath, come with me for a second."

"Alright," Heath said, sliding out of Riley's bed.

Walking downstairs, they didn't hear anything, until they reached the dining room. Wade felt along the wall for the light switch. Finding it, he looked at Heath; he could just make him out in the moonlight streaming through the window. Heath lifted a baseball bat slightly and nodded. Wade flipped the light switch. Standing across from them, looking at pictures on Riley's wall, specifically one of her and her twin sister, was a tall broad-shouldered man. His long black hair was falling down around his face. His KISS t-shirt was baggy, his jeans ripped in the knees and thighs. His arms, bracelets covered the small part that weren't obscured by tattoos. He would have been handsome, except for the look of pure hatred on his face and in his eyes.

"Corey!" Riley's voice came loud and angry from behind Heath and Wade.

He laughed; his deep voice was filled with sarcasm, "Riley, how ya been baby?"

Riley jumped off the staircase angrily, "Suck dick and die you sick son of a bitch."

Cory smirked, "Aw is that anyway to talk to your boyfriend?"

"I'm not, I'm talking to you," Riley growled walking up behind Heath and putting her chin on his shoulder.

Justin came creeping down the stairs behind Riley.

Cory laughed again, a sarcastic sound. Then, he lunged at them, Heath swung the baseball bat. It connected with Corey's head with a crunch. Justin grabbed Riley and pulled her behind him. "Hide," he whispered pushing her down the hall. Hurrying down the hall, she came to her freakishly large hall closet; she flung herself in, searching for something. She really needed to remember where she kept that stupid thing. Ha! Found it! Shit, no bullets.

Corey fell to the floor again, although he seemed unfazed, he flew up again, this time with his knife. From behind him the butt of a rifle swung out of nowhere and connected with his head. Crunch. He fell to the floor, bleeding out of a gash in the back of his head. Riley guessed she had broken the bone. Oh well. At least he was out cold. "Somebody call the damn cops. Geeze. Aw damn, he broke my stereo."

"So, what happened?"

"We all heard something break downstairs, I went to check on Riley and Heath, Heath and I came downstairs and turned on the light. He was standing over there looking at Riley's pictures. Riley came downstairs, then Justin, some words were exchanged, he tried to attack, Heath hit him with the baseball bat, some fighting went on. Then Riley came out of nowhere and hit him with a rifle."

"Where did you get the rifle, Miss Orton?"

"Uh, my closet. I bought it years ago." she scowled, "I would have shot him but I couldn't find my bullets." Heath smirked behind her.

"What happened after that?"

"He fell. He was knocked out," Heath said rolling his eyes.

"Any idea how he got in?"

"No." Riley said irritably.

"Alright. I think we're done here."

"Okay."

"He'll be taken to a high security prison, charged with assault, intent to kill and escaping prison."

"Good."

Justin looked at Heath after the cops had pulled out of the driveway. "How come you weren't surprised Wade and I were together?"

Heath smirked and wrapped his arm around Riley's shoulders, "Seriously, you two need to get keep your PDA confined to a room. I saw you guys in a locker room in Detroit."

Justin blushed, Wade laughed, linking his fingers with Justin's and kissing him softly.

"Seriously with the PDA!" Heath yelled.

Riley, Wade, and Justin laughed. Justin was still a little red in the face.

Later:

"How long were you with that guy? Heath asked Riley who was sitting on his lap in the living room.

Riley glanced at the clock it read 1:29 am, "If you want the full story, it's going to take a while."

Heath shrugged, "I've got time.

"Well, I met him when I was sixteen…"

Justin wrapped left arm around the back of Wade's neck curved to clasp in Wade's hair, his right was clutching Wade's shirt. He whimpered as Wade pulled him closer by the waist.

"Baby, I missed you so much," Justin choked.

"I know, honey I missed you too," Wade whispered soothingly.

"I'm sorry."

"I know. I'm glad you're sorry. If you weren't, I would not be lying here with you."

"I love you Wade," Justin murmured kissing Wade's neck.

"I love you too. Go to sleep now baby. You'll be here when I wake up right?"

"That's not funny Wade!"

"I know, baby, I'm sorry."

Justin snuggled closer to Wade, "I'll be here when you wake up tomorrow. And every day after that until you tell me not to be."

"That'll never happen."

"Then I'll be here every morning for the rest of our lives."

Wade laughed, "I like the sound of that."

"So do I," Justin yawned.

"Go to sleep, sweetheart. I love you."

"I love you too, baby."

"Always?"

"Always."

A/N: This was 3,537 words! 11 pages! Wow. What did you guys think? I'd love to know, so... review!

Is it just me, or is this melodramatic?