Dis: I own nothing execpt a Randy Orton autograph. And let me tell you I almost jumped a table to well, jump HIM. But I am not the all powerful Vinny Mac so really I have nadda. And by the way: this is fiction so nothing can be related to any real person in the story besides the fact that Randy Orton is a dead sexy hunk.

A/N: I decided (after long research and drooling over pictures) that killing off Randy Orton would be a baaaadddd thing to do. Well, for right now. So, I'll leave you with this. Keep the reviews comin'. Enjoy and happy ficin'.

I replayed what had happened as Randy tried to call someone on his cell phone.

We were driving in the pouring rain. I saw it, the turn in the road. Randy didn't see it right away, he could hardly see anything in the rain, but when he did, he hit the brakes. We slid on the wet road, right into a tree. It wasn't that bad, for us. The tree hit right behind my seat and almost split the car in two. Needless to say, we weren't driving any more tonight.

Randy kicked the tree, mumbled something, and then hung up his phone. "20 or 30 minutes IF they can find us."

It was pitch black out with only a few flashes of lightning, and the rain was still coming down. I could see Randy's wet white shirt pace around the tree. I looked at my watch, 2 am. I am stuck in the woods, at 2 am, in pouring rain, so dark you can't see anything, with Randy Orton. GREAT, Glen will be sooo comfortable with this.

I looked up at the clouds as if to find an answer to an unknown question. "You okay?" That might be it. "Hey, you okay?" he called again.

"I'm cold, I'm wet, and Glen is never going to let me out of his sight ever again."

"I'm sorry," He sighed placing his hands on top of his head. I wanted to take back what I had just said. "You shouldn't even be here. Batista should be with me. We would of ran into a drive through and have been past here when the rain got bad. You would be safe and sound with your father, who MIGHT pound me to a pulp now that I think about it."

I pulled his hands down. "But that's not how it turned out. Batista drove with Hunter and Steph and I am here, safe and sound, with you. Glen won't pound you, because I won't let him. This wasn't your fault, it was just an accident."

He stood there thinking for a while, then pulled his hands out of mine as the thunder crackled in the air. "This is a sign. Something is telling us that this isn't right. I don't know what we were even thinking." He turned and started walking down the street.

"WHAT?!" I called out. He stopped and turned his head.

"Why start something that is doomed to fail?"

I got a little scared. Never in my life had I seen someone get so depressed all at once. He put his hands in his back pockets and kept walking. His tattoos were showing from under his white shirt, which now clung to him in the rain. Without thinking I ran after him. Water sprayed up on my legs and I fell in the mud because of the heals I was wearing.

"You can't leave me. I need you."

He must have seen me fall because he was kneeling over me less than a second later. I whipped the mud out of my eyes. Tears came to the surface as Randy pushed my hair back.

"You don't know me," I started. "I need you."

"What, you need a pretty boy who is only good for throwing a punch?"

"You think that is the only thing you're good at?"

He gave me a 'what do you think' stare. "That's all people see me as, and that's what I portray. Who will say different?"

"I think you're great. You're funny and witty. You know the right thing to say every time. Hell, you make me smile when I'm around you." I looked down hearing a small 'plop' sound as he sat in the mud next to me. "I like you Randy. You're not like the other guys I've known." Why is it when it is late and I am under a lot of stress I tell my life story? "I used to think that I didn't deserve a nice guy. I hung around with such creeps. They only..."

He put his arm around my shoulders and pulled me closer. When I felt his body heat a sensation of being safe came over me. "I can't get over the past." My tears started again. "When I was living with Nancy, I was treated like the scum of the earth, so I believed I had done something wrong and deserved nothing. When I moved in with Glen I couldn't tell my self differently. Tonight, I thought that things were finally changing."

With both arms he pulled me all the way in and I laid my head on his shoulder. Tears streamed down my face and hit his already soaked shirt. The rain danced around us but it didn't matter any more.

"Its okay, don't cry. It'll only give Kane another reason to hurt me if he found out you were crying."

I wrapped my arms around his waist. We must have looked like a pair of fools. The two of us sitting in the mud holding each other while wearing nice clothes. He started rocking to a beat while he hummed.

"Everything's gonna be all right. Rockabye... Rockabye..." It must have been the only part of the song he knew (well it's the only part of the song that I knew). As lame as it was, it made me smile.

We sat there for a while when he abruptly asked "Do you think they forgot about us?"

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a wet cell phone. "Oh no." he turned it on only to get a quick flash of light then nothing. He looked at me.

"Mine was in the back seat where the tree is sitting now."

"It's only been 21 minutes, they should be able to find us."

We went back to the car with the idea of getting out of the rain, but the tree had smashed up the roof and it was flooded. We sat back down in the mud huddling under his leather jacket that I still had. I was so tired, but Randy wouldn't let me go to sleep incase we caught Hypothermia or something and wouldn't wake up. The cops came about fifteen minutes later and had an ambulance with them. You would have thought that if they believed that the accident was so big that they brought an ambulance, that they would have gone 100 mph to try to find us in the middle of no where. I was shaking so much that Randy picked me up and brought me to where they were unloading the stretcher. Randy insisted that he could sit while we drove to the hospital and held my hand the whole ride.

"We're almost there," he whispered pulling the blanket tighter around him. I was drifting in and out of consciousness and looked up at the blur of a figure he now had. "They said they contacted someone with the WWE and they are going to meet us at the hospital."

I smiled. I wanted to give Glen a big hug because I knew he was probably already there asking someone every ten seconds where we were.

"Hang in there Jessie. I like you and I want you around for a while."

I didn't hear anything else. I peacefully slipped into the black abyss that was calling my name.

I don't know how long I was out but I woke up in a hospital bed hooked up to many soft-beeping machines. I tried to move only to restrained by something holding my hand. I saw the backwards baseball cap hiding most of the person sleeping in a chair next to my bed. I reached over with my free hand and snatched the cap. I expected the jerk that came next.

"Oh thank God," Glen sighed giving me the biggest hug I have ever gotten. "I was so worried."

I looked at him after he sat back down. "It wasn't his fault."

"What? Oh, I know that. These things just happen. From what the cops have told me, YOU are extremely lucky. If the car was just an inch or so farther back the tree would have collided with your head. You would..."

He couldn't say the last part but I knew what it was. If we had hit the tree differently my body could have hit the tree with such force that I would have been killed instantly. It had crossed my mind as soon as the car stopped moving but I waved it off.

Glen rubbed the top of my hand that he was holding. "Are you still cold?"

I nodded and he grabbed the blanket that was on the back of his chair.

"Where is he?"

I followed his stare as he pointed to the other side of the room. There in the darken corner laid Randy looking much like me, hooked up to many machines and covered in blankets.

"He passed out on the way here just like you did." I saw that he had flowers and a teddy bear on the table next to him. I looked over at my own table and noticed I had the flowers and a stuffed monkey, plus little odds and ends. "The first of many I believe," he said picking up the monkey. "Mr. McMahon and J.R. were in here earlier. The flowers are from Jim, and the monkey is from Vince. He said you were special so you get a monkey instead of a regular teddy bear." He smiled. That was a lie I found out later. The gift shop only had one bear and it turns out that the bear is Randy's favorite animal, but for know, I didn't care.

He tucked the monkey under my arm and kissed me on the forehead. "Get some rest. I'm going to get a soda but I'll be right back. They've canceled my match, and of course Randy's match today so I'm not going anywhere."

He left and I glanced over at Randy's body. I couldn't help but feel a little guilty that he risked his career to go out to dinner with me. It wasn't even a real date. I yawned and held the stuffed creature in my arms. Slowly I went back to sleep.