Star was in total disgrace. Wade Barrett only spoke to her if he had to, otherwise he completely ignored her. No hugs, no snuggling in his bed, no plotting to take over the world and worst of all:

"I haven't had any honey in two whole days!" Star sobbed to Beth Phoenix, who was pulling on her boots.

"You have money, go buy some." Beth pointed out. They were sat in the Divas locker room, and Beth had a match against Tamina later on.

"Wade only gives me a small allowance." Star said. Beth widened her eyes.

"Star, you know that you get paid as a Diva, right? All the money you earn is yours, not Wades, he shouldn't be keeping it from you and only giving you an allowance!" She bit back her anger, furious at Wade. She had tried to like him for Stars sake, but he was just such a JERK!

Star shrugged, feeling small. She had no idea about financial management, and didn't even realize that she was getting a pay-cheque (interestingly enough, as Womens Champion, a much bigger cheque than Wade was getting). She started playing with the hem of her shirt.

Beth kneeled down in front of her.

"Star, everyone knows that Wade isn't good for you. Sure, he looked after you, but now you're growing up and he doesn't like it. So he's trying to tighten the screws on you to keep you under his thumb, knowing that you don't want him to leave you and playing with your emotions to keep you doing what he says." She tried to explain what Wade was like to her young friend. "He might love you, yes, but that doesn't mean that he can treat you like this. You have to stand up to him."

"You don't understand." Star tried to brush Beth off, but it was useless. She's 100% right. Just like David Otunga is right.

No, they're wrong! Wade is just doing what he thinks is best for me!

You sure? Explain then, why he's only nice to you when you're doing what he wants? Why he treats you like dirt when you make mistakes? He's only getting worse Star, and you know that nothing will change.

He's just...just...he's got a lot going on right now, okay?

You keep telling yourself that.

Star got up and shuffled out of the Divas locker room. She clutched at her Womens Championship, about the only thing that made her feel better at the moment. Even being with Heath Slater and Justin Gabriel made her tired.

"Hey Star." She heard a strong voice behind her. She turned around.

"Hi John." She said in a small voice. John Cena sighed.

"You look awful. How's things with the old English Grumpy-Pants?" He asked, putting an arm around her.

"He's still mad at me." She sighed. John pulled her in a bit closer.

"You'll be okay. You don't need him." He told her as they walked along.

"That's what everyone keeps telling me." Star said bitterly. "They don't understand."

"No, none of us do." John stopped and turned to face her. "We just know that you're sad, and we want to make you happy. We see that Wade is the one making you sad, so we want him to go away. See?"

"I don't want Wade to go away." Star said. "I just...I wish it was just us back in England again. None of this WWE drama. Things were simpler back then."

"But then I would never have met you, and that would make me sad." John pulled a face. Star laughed. "Hey, she laughs! Oh my god I never thought it was possible!"

Star tried to contain herself. "Oh shut up." She gave him a friendly punch.

The pair horsed around, laughing. Star had John in a headlock, and he was begging for mercy.

"Please! Let me go! I'll be good, I promise!" John mock-pleaded.

"Never!" Star said, barely able to speak for laughing.

"Woe is me! Woe is me!" John teased.

"OI! CENA!" They heard a dark English voice yell. They both looked up to see Wade walking towards them.

"There you are I've been..." Wade stopped. Star still had her arms around Johns neck, and he had his hands on her waist. "Nevermind." Wade turned around and walked away.

"Wade!" Star ran after him, John following. Wade turned to glare at the both of them, but could only manage a sad glance.

"John, your orders are to look after Lucky for me. Both of you get out of my sight." Wade stormed off.

John groaned. First Randy Orton, now Wade Barrett.

"Our lives suck. Wanna go throw snow balls at passing cars?" Star suggested.

"Really? That's how you amuse yourself?" John looked at her with mock disapproval.

"Or we could turn off the hot water to the arena." Star grinned.

"I like that suggestion better, let's go!"

–

Hot and cold on her again Wadey-boy. You're a disgrace.

Go away.

No.

I've already lost her. She was all over that bloody knob Cena earlier.

And who's fault is that?

I'm her guardian! She's supposed to grow up and go away!

But yet you won't let her go. Because you desire her. You're trapped between wanting her for your lover and your duty as her guardian. By the way, you suck at both.

Up yours! I did the best I could!

Not only are you trapped between your desire for her as a lover and your duty to her as her guardian, you're also still trying to desperately hold on to your plans to use her as your slave. To pretend you don't care one whit about her while taking all of her money. Nice job on that by the way jackass.

Please. Stop it. I don't know what's happening to me. I never cared about anyone before her, not even my parents. Why is everything going so wrong now?! Why have my feelings changed? It'd be all right if I just cared about her as sister like I always did, but now everything is going all haywire!

...You're extremely messed up Wade. That's all I can think of. Something has gone wrong in your head, and you have no idea how to fix it.

Well you're no bloody help are you?

You could always give in to your desires and let go of your plan to use her.

I'll let go of the plan, but there's no way I'm going to give in to THOSE desires! Do you KNOW what she went through before she met me?! She was sexually abused by an old man! Her trust as a child violated by an adult! I'd be no better than him if I did that to her!

She wants you though. She's always wanted you.

Go away, please.

–

"The Silver Eyes. I don't believe it. Clan Barrett HAVEN'T grown out of their bloodline trait after all!"

"What do you mean?"

"Or should I say, bloodline curse? Either way, he has no idea what's happening to him. Unbelievable. He really does love her."

"Will you elaborate PLEASE?"

"There's a reason why those from Clan Barrett don't love, why they're so evil and mean. It's because when a Barrett truly gives their heart, and puts the welfare of someone else 100% before their own interests, they Imprint. Up until now though, it was thought that the clan had lost that trait forever."

"You mean like that wolf in Twilight?"

"Sort of, only not as intense, and it's not random, but caused by a deliberate act of love; plus a Barrett can even choose to disobey the impulses that the Imprint forces on them, although it's mentally draining. He will be everything she wants and needs, and while in the beginning she needed a guardian, a big brother, now she's finally growing up. She wants a lover, and his genetics are forcing him to comply with that against his will and he doesn't know why. All because for one split-second, he truly wanted what was best for her, disregarding his own interests completely."

"That still doesn't explain the Silver Eyes."

"If a Barrett senses a threat to the person they Imprinted on, their eyes will change colour and they will be invincible. Nothing will harm them. It will also make them completely subservient to their Imprinted one until they calm down."

"And because they're all so self-absorbed, this rarely happens, and so the Clan started thinking that the bloodline trait had died out."

"Exactly. Everyone thought it was gone."

"So by saving her life, he inadvertently Imprinted on her?"

"I'd say by Imprinting on her, he saved her life. She can't die until he dies, then she becomes just as mortal as the rest of us."

"So we can take her eyes and she'll be fine?"

"I wouldn't call it fine, but she'd live, until he dies anyway. Given how long members of the Clans live, she would be in for a very, very bad time."

"How do you KNOW all of this?"

"My family have always been a bit...jealous, of the Clans you might say. We have a whole library dedicated to the Great Five. It's important if you want to keep farming one of the Clans for their power."

"That's pretty neat."

–

Survivor Series. John Cena stood in the middle of the ring as the crowd chanted his name.

I end this now. I end this for you, Star. I end this for you, Randy. And Wade, I end this so that you will NEVER hurt anyone else again.

Wade Barrett strode proudly to the ring, 100% certain of himself. He had never felt so powerful in his life. He had set all the pieces, pulled all of the strings, and finally, FINALLY his plans were coming to fruition.

I'm a bloody genius.

Then the crowd roared. Randy Orton slithered out to the arena. If Wade was confident, then Randy was the complete opposite. He had no idea what John had planned, or how desperate Wade was. What WOULD the Englishman stoop to in order to get his hands on the payday that came with being the WWE Champion?

He was also worried about John, a man who he loathed, loved, hated, respected. He hated worrying about John. It made things complicated.

The two competitors stood either side of the ring as John displayed the WWE Championship for the crowd. He then handed the belt to the assistant at the side of the ring, and signaled for the bell.

It was on.

The two men deathstared each other. Then they circled and locked up, both men struggling for dominance early. Both men, feeling each other out.

Randy got the dominance early. Wade frowned. While he knew he had John on his side, he knew that demon was just waiting to come out.

Wade slammed Randy into a corner, and decided to try John out. He smirked as John pulled him away from punching Randy, threatening to disqualify him. Randy started to lose his cool.

The tables turned, and John had to pull Randy off Wade. That set Randy off, nearly pulling the demon forward.

Wade liked it. He began to slam Randy around, throwing him into the steel steps, the apron, the barricade. Randy kicked out of the pin, so Wade pulled out his old bareknuckle fighting moves.

Again, Randy kicked out. Backstage, Star was watching. She felt bad for John, but she desperately wanted Wade to win. Maybe then he'd be nice to her again.

The match raged on. Wade pinned Randy multiple times, but every time Randy was just able to kick out. Star frowned.

Johns counts are too slow. You had better not betray Wade again John, or I will never forgive you.

John was nice to you though.

Everyone is nice to me.

Except Wade.

Wade is more than nice to me. He's my protector, he's my best friend.

Your master you mean. You're nothing more than a tool to him, and you know it.

Rack off.

Randy finally got some dominance back. He coiled, letting his demon power him, but Wade managed to escape before he was pinned.

The demon is out now. Time to end this. Wade grinned.

He slammed Randy against the side of the ring, before rolling back into the ring himself. He shot a warning glare at John. "Remember, I get that title or you're fired!"

John didn't look at him. Randy rolled back into the ring, into the waiting grasp of Wade Barrett!

Randy hit the mat with a crash, as Wade hit him with the Wastelands. It was -,

"He's got the rope, get off him!" John stopped the count after two as Randy grabbed the rope.

Wade was incredulous.

"I said I'd call it down the middle, his hand is on the ropes!" John told him again. Wade grimaced. This wasn't going to plan.

Suddenly, John felt a peculiar sensation. It was like he was a passenger in his own body, watching through the windows of his eyes as his body moved by itself.

This isn't right. Thought John, as he dragged Randy to the middle of the ring. What am I doing?

Wade raised an eyebrow at John. Odd. I thought he said he was going to call it right down the middle?

He looked at John for a moment, green eyes meeting gray. Wade blinked.

Hang on...Cena has...blue eyes?

Horror dawned on Wades face. He felt like he was going to vomit. He stared into the green eyes of John Cena.

Cena has blue eyes. Cena has blue eyes. Oh no. No, no, no, no, NO, NO, NO!

"STOP IT!" Wade screamed into Johns face. "LET HIM GO!"

"Are you okay Wade?" John asked, but it was robotic, nothing like John Cena at all.

"I AM WARNING YOU STAR, YOU DROP THIS NOW!" Wade could feel the bile rising from his stomach. She had been WARNED so many times, this was unacceptable!

"Why?" Star asked. One eye was fine, the other was staring at John through the screen, hooking him with Puppet Eyes. "Isn't this what you wanted me for? Aren't I just a tool, something to help you line your pockets with cash?"

John repeated this in the same eerie tone. Wade felt like someone had just thrown a bucket of cold water over him while punching him in the guts.

"Lucky please. Don't do this. We'll talk about this, okay?" Wade tried to reason with her.

"Everyone tells me the same thing. You're only using me for my power. Is that true Wade?" JohnStar asked.

Wade couldn't answer. He swallowed back the rising vomit.

"Lucky, just let him go. I'll let it slide this time, just don't use Puppet Eyes again!" Wade begged. "You're hurting yourself for nothing!"

What does HE care if I'm hurting?

John felt his body return to normal. Randy meanwhile stood by a turnbuckle, watching the whole scene play out.

"So that's Puppet Eyes. Ugh." John shook the dizzy feeling off.

The match continued. Wade began to gain dominance again, fighting Randy, wearing the Viper down.

Star looked on with her one good eye as Justin Gabriel and Heath Slater tried to patch up the eye she'd controlled John with gauze and bandages.

"He's not worth it Honey Badger." Justin told her.

"Please don't hurt yourself any more." Heath hugged her.

Wade finally went for another Wastelands, this time making sure Randy was no where near the ropes. Down went Randy again, and again John was slow with the count.

"You are REALLY starting to annoy me!" Wade growled. "That count was deliberately slow!"

"I'm just calling it down the middle." John threw up his hands to defend himself.

"BULL." Wade got up, glaring. John stood up too, glaring into the eyes of Wade Barrett. "You have no intention of letting me win, do you?"

John didn't answer. Instead, he shoved Wade...right into a RKO!

"NO!" Star cried. Wade lay in the middle of the ring, defeated. Randy was still the Champion.

Randy looked at John, who sat, devastated, in the middle of the ring as Wade lay in pain behind him.

Randy didn't know what to think.

"All of you, now!" Star roared to the Nexus, leading them all out to the ring as John prepared to lay further hurt on her hero.

Your hero huh?

Star bolted into the ring and attacked John, who fought right back. The other members of Nexus quickly pulled Wade to safety as Star took on both Randy Orton and John Cena.

"You traitor." She spat at John. "I thought you were my friend!"

"For crying out loud Star, look at yourself! Look at him!" John pointed to Wade, who was hanging off Heath, watching from the safety of the ramp. "He treats you like you're lower than dirt and you lap it up, just waiting for the next crumbs he gives you! How can you love him?! Why can't you love ME?!"

Randy looked at the pair, uneasy. Things were coming to an ugly head, and he didn't think he wanted to be a part of it.

Star didn't say anything. She rolled out of the ring, storming past Justin, who tried to grab her for a hug, storming past Heath and Wade, Heath trying to call out to her and cheer her up, while Wade just stared at her.

She was in pain. Her heart was torn completely. She stalked backstage and locked herself in one of the female toilets.

What was a Womens Champion to do?

May or may not have nearly been late to work as I was writing all morning. I'm one of those people who likes to be several chapters ahead in case I get writers block or something.

So, the Clan Barrett bloodline power ISN'T dead. Poor Wade! And poor Star - has she finally been broken? Find out next time!

Lots of love for my reviewers and readers. You guys rock!