A/N- Thanks for all the reviews on the last chapter, I really appreciate them. I'm not to happy with Y2J going after Randy's title, I wanted Randy to keep it and not have to defend it to anyone lol. I hope he has a long reign, he deserves it. Okay, on to this chapter, not at all how I wanted it to go, but it seemed to write itself, and I changed very little of it. I'm debating on whether or not to end in about about another five chapters, or keep going. I do have an idea where it would expand the story, but idk yet. I have an idea for another story, so tell me what you all think. I hope you like this chapter.

Randy's POV

I leave my hotel room in search of Morgan. The first place I look is in her room next to mine, I come out empty. I stop to think of where else she would be, when I remember that Candice was with Bren, so there is a god chance that's where I will find Morgan. Candice's room is two floors below mine, and I decide it would be quicker to take the steps. I reach Candice's room in what would have to be record time, I ran as fast as my legs would carry me. It takes four knocks before anyone opens the door.

" What do you want Orton"? Mickie asks. I guess she knows what happened.

" Is Morgan here, I need to talk to her."

" No, but even if she was I wouldn't let you near her" She says, protecting her friend.

" Please Mickie, tell me where she is" I beg.

" I think you have done enough Randy"

" Look, I made a mistake, I really need to talk to her" I plead. Mickie seems to be giving in because she sighs and looks at me.

" Her and Bren went with Jeff to get lunch, then are heading to the arena"

" Jeff's still going to wrestle tonight, with Matt in the hospital and all"? I ask, surprised Jeff isn't at the hospital.

" Yeah, Matt's doing better. He is going to be fine, they did immediate surgery and are cleaning out his body of the poisons. Didn't you know that"?

" No, I didn't go to the hospital, I had to go see Vince" I say feeling guilty, knowing I could have went to the hospital, and should have.

" Oh, well is everything alright"? She ask concerned. Usually a trip to see Vince isn't good.

" No not really, I'm suspended" I tell her. I better tell her before the rumors start flying about why.

" Why, what'd you do"? She asks. At least she didn't jump to the steroid assumption like John did.

" Took Morgan home with me, Vince has a rule about that stuff."

" Really, since when"?

" Since he figured he could suspend me for it."

" How long"? She asks. I'm really trying to be nice here, but I also really need to go see Morgan.

" Indefinitely, do you know where they went to eat"? I ask, hopefully changing the subject back to where I need it to be.

" I heard them talking about some diner two blocks down, but Randy, they are probably at the arena by now, it is one thirty." Shit, she's right. Everyone was supposed to be there at one.

" Your right, why aren't you there yet"?

" Sprained knee, Vince gave me tonight and tomorrow off"

" Sorry, I got to go, I need to find her" I say and turn around to leave.

" Randy" I hear Mickie yell, I turn around to face her and wait for her to continue.

" Are you going to do what I think you are"? She asks smiling.

" Yeah, I think I am" If I don't lose my nerve I say to myself.

" It's about time, we were all starting to doubt you"

" Wish me luck"

" You don't need it" She says. I smile to myself and turn to leave. My rental is outside, which means they took a cab or got a ride from someone else. I arrive at the arena about ten minutes later and make my way inside. Of course, the first person I run into is Vince.

" Orton, what are you doing here, your suspended"

" I just need to take care of something first Vince"

" Your not needed here right now" He says in his authority voice.

" Please Vince, I just need to talk to Morgan"

" She's the reason your suspended" He says, sounding surprised I would want to see her.

" No Vince, your the reason I'm suspended" I say rolling my eyes, a habit of mine when I'm around this man.

" Well, that is true" He says smugly, almost as if he is proud of himself. I'm one of his top guys, you wouldn't think he would look for way to get rid of me for a month.

" By the way, how long is indefinitely"? I ask, so I don't have to call him later to find out.

" As soon as I get the business out of my ass, I will let you know"

" Sorry, I was mad, seriously Vince, when is this suspension up"? I ask, hoping its no longer than a month.

" Two weeks. As much as I hate it, we need you on Raw, with your feud with Cena"

" Do I still get the title at Survivor Series" I ask, concentrating on Work, then what I originally came here to do.

" Most likely, now I got more important things to do then stand around and talk to the likes of you all day" He says and walks off. I don't see how people actually stand to be around him. Morgan worships him, and he treats her like she was his own. I still don't know why he hates me. I continue on my way to find Morgan. I stop by the dressing room, but she isn't there. I walk down the hall where Jeff's room is and see her coming out of it. I stop and watch her turn to look back in.

"I love you, I will see you later" I hear her say before walking out. I turn around before she can see me. Friends my ass. I knew she was lying about her and Jeff not being together. I walk out of the arena and drive back to the hotel to get my stuff and head to the airport.

Morgans POV

" I love you, I will see you later" I say to Brendon, who is in Jeff's locker room, staying there until I set up the wardrobe room. With it being my first PPV, I need everyone to look great. I pick up the clipboard with the names of everyone who will be here for their clothes tonight, and my eyes stop when I see Randy's name crossed off. I look at the lineup sheet of the matches tonight, and see that HHH is taking his place in the match against John. That's odd, Randy was in the running to get the title, and there were no plans to drop his current storyline with John. HHH was scheduled to face Carlito tonight, and he was replaced with Kennedy. Something is going on, they don't ever change matches this late. I look up when I hear someone at the door.

" I know I'm early, but can I get my gear right now, so I don't have to come back later"? It was John. Maybe he knows whats going on.

" Sure, just let me get them" I say, and go to get his shorts and chain gang shirt.

" Thanks Morgan" He says.

" Wait John, is Randy okay, I mean, nothing happened to him right. He's not wrestling tonight" I say, trying not to sound worried, but John can see right through my act.

" Randy's suspended indefinitely" He tells me hesitantly. I frown, no wonder he was in a bad mood earlier, but why didn't he tell me?

" Oh, for what"? I ask.

" Its against the rules to take a coworker of the opposite sex home with you" He says and walks out the door. Who did Randy take home? I've been with him all week, and no one was there besides me and Jeff. Then it hits me, I'm the coworker he took home. This is my fault. My guilt is overlapped by anger. Randy could have told me, and I would have talked to Vince. I finish setting everything up, with my mind in a totally different place. By the time I finished, I decided that Wednesday, after the house show was over, I was going to St. Louis.

Wednesday Night, Raw House Show

Three days, and he hasn't even called me. I guess that could have something to do with me telling him that we wont bother him anymore. But that doesn't mean he couldn't bother us. He could have at least called to tell me what was going on, even though John told me, it would have been nice to hear it from him. Thats okay though, because when I go see him tonight, or well tomorrow morning, he is going to hear all about it. To make matters worse, Mickie told me he was coming to see me on Sunday, and I keep telling her he never showed up. I would worry if it weren't for the fact that he has talked to John, who has been keeping me updated. I let out a frustrated sigh, and throw a shirt across the room. The house show is almost over, and everyone except John and Hunter, who are the main event, turned their clothes in.

" Penny for your thoughts" I look up at the intruder, Jeff.

" Why hasn't he called me Jeff"?

" Maybe because he thinks your mad at him, and you said you wouldn't bother him anymore" He says in an accusing voice.

" When does Randy ever listen to what I say"?

" Always" He says shortly.

" Your not helping Jeff" I tell him, going back to my original task.

" I got an idea, how about you call him" He suggests.

" No, I already have an idea, which is way better then yours" I say smiling.

" Care to elaborate on that"?

" After the show, we are going to Randy's house, and your coming with me"

" No can do, I have a date later, besides, thats like an eighty mile drive."

" With who"? I ask curious to who it is, ignoring his statement about the drive.

" The same person you have been shoving down my throat for three days" He says, a smile showing on his face.

" Candice" I exclaim happily.

" Yeah, I asked her out, and she said yes"

" About time Jeff"

" But if you want me to go with you, I can reschedule with Candice."

" No, thats okay, I can go with Bren, you go have fun."

" Alright, I'll see you before I leave tonight, I have to go plan out my match with Hunter"

" See ya Jeff"

As I finished up my nights work, I was waiting for Ken to return Bren, my cell started ringing. I have no clue as to who it is, because everyone who calls me is already at the arena. I look at the caller id and don't recognize the number, but I do recognize the area code, its the same as Randy's. So whoever is calling is from St. Louis..

" Hello" I decide the best way to find out who it is, is to answer the call.

" Morgan, glad I got a hold of you" Says the voice of Lillian Orton.

" Mrs. Orton, hi, what can I do for you"? I ask, unaware as to why she is calling.

" Have you heard from Randy lately dear"?

" No, not since Sunday, is everything okay"? I ask, concerned.

" I'm sure everything is fine, we just can't seem to get a hold of him, and I figured you of all people would know where he is"

" I was planning on driving down after the show tonight, to see him" I tell her, trying my best not to worry about him.

" That would be great, thank you Morgan" She says sounding relieved.

" Would it be okay if I dropped Bren off at your house, I want to go see Randy alone"?

" Of course"

" It will be late when we get there though"

"There is a key under the mat on the porch, just bring him in and put him in the spare bedroom"

"Thank you so much Mrs. Orton"

"No problem dear" She says, we say our goodbyes and hang up. I begin to wonder why Randy hasn't returned his parents phone calls, that unlike him, he usually jumps at the chance to talk to his family, especially his mom. I didn't have to wait much longer for Ken to show up, with Brendon not far behind.

" Here he is, and just as I promised, he is in one piece" Ken says laughing a little.

"So then what did you do to the other half of the roster"? I ask smiling.

" Nothing, we were gentlemen the entire night." He says giving me an innocent look. Oh yeah, they did something.

"Have you heard anything from Randy lately Ken" I ask, making sure Bren was out of ear shot first.

"I talked to him a few days ago, before Raw went on the air"

" Alright, just wondering."

"Well I'm off to the bar to see who I can pick up tonight"

"Good luck" I say with a laugh, and watch him leave. I turn around to see what Bren is doing, and find his sitting quietly on the couch.

"Hey Bren, did you have a good night"?

" Yeah, we hid the divas clothes from them, and they got mad" He says smirking.

" Whose we"?

"Jeff, Ken, Carly, and we even got Cody to come too" I laugh, they have been trying to get Cody to 'act up' for weeks now, but Cody is shy and somewhat backwards.

"I'm glad you had a good time"

" Mom, when can I see Randy"? He asks, looking up at me.

"I'm not sure bud, I thought you were mad at him though"

"I want to tell him I'm sorry."

"He will be around soon, he took a few weeks off work for now" I explain to him, opting not to tell him Randy was suspended.

"Do you think he will not be mad at me then"?

"Randy's not mad at you Bren, so don't worry about it"

"Are you sure"? He asks, worried Randy is still mad at him.

" Yeah I'm sure, anyway, do you want to stay at Randy's parents house tonight"?

"Yes, grandma said next time I come over, that we can make cookies" He says sounding excited. Grandma? No doubt Lillian got him calling her that. It's not that I mind it, I just don't want to confuse him.

" Would it be okay if I dropped you off and went to see a friend"? I ask, making sure it was okay he was comfortable enough to stay there without me for a few hours.

"Yeah, can we leave now"? He asks standing up, ready to get to 'grandma's' house.

" Sure, I have everything done here, lets go"

It was about a two and a half hour drive to get from the arena to the Orton residence. By the time I pulled up, Bren was in the back fast asleep. I think Bren was asleep before we even got of of the arena parking lot though. I had a long quiet drive, giving me time to ponder on my thoughts. What was I going to see Randy for? What was I going to say? After what I said would he want to see me? All questions leave as I see the front porch light turning on and Mr. Orton walking towards the car. I open my door to step out and greet him.

" Lillian said you were dropping the kid off, but she fell asleep." I snicker quietly to myself, he calls Bren kid just like Randy does.

"Are you sure you don't mind sir, because I can take him with me." I say, starting to ramble, a habit when I'm nervous.

"Nonsense, I'll be glad to spend some time with him. Besides, you need to go talk some sense into that boy of mine" He says. I don't really understand what he means, but I don't comment on it.

" Thanks again, just let me get him out and get him settled."

"Let me get him, that's why I came out anyway" He says, moving to the other side of the car to get Bren out. I watch him carry Bren into the house, before pulling out and driving the ten or so miles to Randy's house.

All of his cars are there, and there is even a light on coming from the upstairs bedroom, which I believe is Randy's room. I turn the car off and head up to the front door, debating on whether to knock or just use the key Randy had given me. Under the circumstances, I decide it would probably be better to knock, and I do just that. The door swings open a few moments later, to reveal a tired looking Randy, dressed in clothes that look like he has on for a week, but knowing Randy, he probably just through on the first thing he saw laying around.

"Are you aware of the people who are worried sick about you"? I ask, skipping past the greetings.

"Are you aware of what time it is"? Just making me even more angry. As soon as he opened the door, and I saw he was okay, my anger began to boil.

" Yeah, time for you to realize that you cant go around not calling people, or answering peoples call, knowing they are going to worry about you."

"You said you weren't going to bother me, so I figured I wouldn't bother you either" He says, more alert then he was earlier.

"Thats no excuse Randy and you know it"

"I have better things to do then listen to you bitch at me." He says, and attempts to close the door.

"Why didn't you tell me you got suspended" I ask softly. I watch him stop the door from shutting all the way, then hear him sigh.

"Because you would have just blamed yourself"

"That's because it was my fault. I volunteered to go with you, I should be suspended or fired, not you"

"And thats exactly why I didn't tell you. Its not your fault Morgan, Vince has been looking for a way to get rid of me."

" Well I could have talked to Vince or something, and took the blame. Your jobs more important than mine"

"Where's the kid"? He asks, completely ignoring my statement.

"He's at your parents house for the night."

"Why"?

"I wanted to come and yell at you, to tell you how mad I was that you didn't call, and to tell you how worried you had me, and to make sure you were okay" I tell him truthfully.

"And you couldn't bring the kid because why"?

"I didn't want him to witness me kill you" I say with a smile.

"Yeah, I wouldn't want him to witness that either" He says, also smiling. We are still standing in the doorway, and I shiver from the cold outside.

"You going to let me come in, or let me freeze to death"?

" I don't even know why you knocked, that was the whole point in me giving you a key." He says stepping aside so I can enter.

"We weren't on good terms, so I figured it would be best if I knocked"

"You woke me up"

"You'll live." I say and take a seat on his couch. He throws me one of his sweatshirts that I gratefully accept, before sitting down beside me.

"I want that one back" He says, I just smile at him. We are silent for a few moments before I speak.

"Mickie keeps asking me how things went on Sunday, says you came to see me." I say, watching for his reaction.

"Uh yeah, I stopped by to see you before my flight home"

" So how come I never saw you that night"?

"Morgan, did you and Jeff decide to try and give it a try"? He asks, dodging my question.

" No, why"?

"I heard you coming out of his locker room." I think back to what I said Sunday night. I can't think of anything I said to make him think that.

"Yeah, I'm always in Jeff's locker room before shows."

"I heard you say ' I love you, and I'll see you later'" I nod my head, not seeing what that had to do with anything.

"I was talking to Bren, he didn't want to go to the dressing room with me"

"Damn do I feel stupid." He says, rubbing his hand over his face.

"What did you come back to see me for"? I ask looking at him. He stands up and starts pacing, something I've never seen Randy Orton do.

" I wante-...nothing, nevermind" He says, still pacing. There is only so much of the back and forth walking of his I can take, I stand up and stand in front of him, stopping him from taking another step.

" Randy! Stop, your driving me crazy" I tell him, putting my hands on his shoulders.

"Your driving ME crazy" He mumbles. I drop my hands from his shoulders and turn around.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to bother you, I can let myself out" I didn't get far before he caught my hand and stopped me.

"That's not what I meant" He says looking at me straight in the eyes.

"What other way is there to mean it Randy?, I understand okay" I attempt to pull my hand away but he grips it tighter.

"That's just it, you don't understand Morgan."

"That's because your not making sense Randall" I look at him strangely when he pulls me closer to him, and just stares at me.

"What would happen if I kissed you" He asks, finally speaking.

" Wha-..what" I stutter, now entranced by his eyes and gentle touch.

"What would happen if I kissed you" He repeats again.

" I don't kn-" I'm cut off, not by his lips, but his hands cupping my face. I knew what was coming next, and a part of me wanted to tell him no, but a bigger part of me wanted it. So I did nothing to stop it. The moment his lips brushed against mine, I didn't ever want them to leave. It felt right. So there we stood, at two in the morning, in the middle of Randy's living room, with our lips attached to each other.