Short chapter this time but even more new drama. I really didn't plan on making John's brothers into assholes but whatever works right? In this chapter it's only 2 days until Wrestlemania so we're getting close! There are still going to be a couple more chapters until the big show but it won't be long! I'm still trying to figure out exactly what I want to happen to Wade afterwards so any suggestions are welcome. I can either kill him off or leave him open for a sequel by having him either in jail or escaping justice. It's still up in the air.

Chapter 13

John wasn't sure what was worse, not having any information about Callie or getting bad news. They were already two days into the Axxess event and he was mentally worn out. Normally he loved the interaction with everyone and getting to know his fan base better but having to plaster a smile on his face and push his current worries to the back of his mind every moment he was with them was wearing him out. Not to mention everyone under the sun was up his ass about it, constantly calling or texting, always worried about him. It seemed wrong to him that their focus had turned to him. Everyone should be more worried about Cal and where she was at, how she was doing. It was understandable but still wrong in his eyes. The sound of his cell phone tore his mind from his thoughts and his eyes from the television set he wasn't really watching anyway. Checking the screen he saw it was his brother, Dan, yet again. Sighing heavily, he hit the button to answer the call. He couldn't avoid them all forever.

"Yeah," his voice gave away no emotion.

"John! Hey, we've been trying to get a hold of you for days!"

"Yeah, you know, before Wrestlemania it's always busy as hell." It was a shit excuse and they both knew it. Dan sighed on the other end of the line, knowing John was going to try like hell to avoid the conversation they both knew was coming.

"John, don't give me that. I know it's always busy this time of year, which is why we usually leave you be for a week or two but you know that's not the reason you've been avoiding us."

"Dan, why are calling?" A hint of annoyance entered John's tone and his brother knew this wasn't going to be easy.

"You know why I'm calling Bro. You can't keep doing this."

"And just what is it that everyone thinks I'm doing?"

"You're killing yourself, man. When was the last time you slept? When did you eat last? And you can't avoid everyone forever. We're worried about you."

"Which is WHY I've been avoiding everyone." John immediately regretted answering this call. He knew this was going to happen and was even less up for it than he thought. "Why is everyone up my ass when they should be worried about Callie?"

"John, we ARE worried about Callie but, unfortunately, there's nothing we can do for her right now. You, on the other hand, are here right now and you've never been like this. It's almost scary. I mean, think about it, how are you going to feel if they do find her and you're stuck in some hospital with an IV in your arm because you weren't taking care of yourself? And cutting everyone off? Mentally, that can't be good for you either. You need to talk about this. Who knows? It might make you feel at least a little better."

"Daniel, NOTHING but Callie coming home is going to make me feel any better. I just want her home and all of this over with."

"Just think back John. You lived your life without her around every second of the day once before didn't you?"

At that John's eyes flared with anger and he stood from his place on the hotel couch, his voice slightly raising in the dark room. "What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

On the other end of the line, John could tell that his brother was beginning to become annoyed and frustrated. "We just don't see how it ever got this far, that's all. We know you wanted to meet the sister you never knew but look at the situation from our point of view. We barely even knew her and you automatically take her in and spend just about every second with her. I'm not saying we're not all worried too but at least we can all still function throughout the day."

"And by 'we' you mean the other guys too." It wasn't a question.

"We're your brothers, John, and we were kind of happy to have another sibling too but there's no point in uprooting our entire lives for it."

John was practically yelling now, the veins in his necks standing out from the strain of keeping himself from punching holes in the wall. "Fuck you Dan! Just because all of you didn't see the point in getting close to her doesn't mean I regret one second of it! She has done nothing but make my life better and, as a matter of fact, I feel sorry for the rest of you because you never cared enough to get to know how amazing she is. DON'T call me again!"

John hit the end button and threw his phone across the room, hearing it clatter somewhere on the other side of the bed. How dare he? How dare ANY of his family try to tell him that he'd made a mistake and should never have gotten as close as he had. She was his one and only little sister and, as far as John was concerned, had deserved much better than fate had dealt her. Stopping himself from ripping everything in the room to shreds he sat down on the edge of the bed, burying his face in his hands. He didn't know how much time passed but it seemed like an eternity before he finally came to the decision he knew was best. Taking a deep breath, he fished his phone out from the other side of the bed, mentally thanking whoever invented gorilla glass for saving his screen from being broken, and found Randy's name in his contact list. It only rang twice before he heard a sleepy voice on the other end.

"Ello?"

"Hey, Randy, it's John."

"John! Man, what's up? Everything okay?"

"Yeah, yeah, it's cool. No news yet." John could almost see Randy's face fall through the phone. "It's just..."

"What? What's on your mind champ?"

"I was wondering if you could come hang out. You know...talk? I think I need to."

"Of course. Gimme a minute, I'll be over. I'm just down the hall."

As the two hung up, Randy was beyond ecstatic. He knew talking about this situation wasn't something that high up on Cena's list of things he wanted to do but finally realizing that he should probably get some things off of his chest was a step in the right direction. Orton grabbed the shirt he'd thrown on the dresser just a few hours before, slid his room key into the pocket in his pajama pants and padded down the hallway, determined to do whatever it took to try and snap his best friend out his funk.

...

Neither John nor Randy knew that at that same moment Wade was sitting down in the dimly lit room staring right at Callie through slitted eyes. It was taking everything he had to control himself this night. She was on the edge and if he pushed even a little bit there was a good chance she was going to topple right over. He couldn't risk that. Couldn't risk any more injury or blood loss this night. He needed her alive for her appearance at Wrestlemania. In her unconsciousness he'd taken some water and scrubbed the blood and dust from her body, rinsed out her hair. Never once did she move or make a sound during the entire process which didn't bode well for the plans that he had laid out. He needed her somewhat alert for big debut and if she didn't rest up then that wouldn't happen. So he sat down on some random piece of equipment and just looked at her, through her. Really he was imagining how things would go at the big show two days from now. As a small grin began to appear at the corners of his lips he came up with a few last minute preparations to add to his list. He slowly stood and turned off the only light bulb before quietly closing the door behind him, leaving her in total darkness.