"My tummy hurts, Jacky." Evan whined, his bottom lip trembling. "Make my tummy aches go away."

"I'm sorry, baby, I can't make it go away, but I can help." Jack bent down and kissed Evan's stomach before crawling into bed with him. He wrapped his arms around his much smaller lover and pulled him close.

"You're very warm." Evan mumbled, snuggling close.

Jack smiled. He kissed the top of Evan's head. "Get some sleep, Evvy."

Evan nodded his head and cuddle up, getting comfortable. It didn't take long until Evan was snoring quietly. The look on his face was content and totally at peace. Jack remained where he was, his arm wrapped around Evan, holding him as close against him as possible. His eyes never left the much smaller man. The look in his eyes mirrored what he felt in his heart.

John sighed and tore his gaze away from the happy couple. Once he looked away from Swaggourne, his gaze fell on Mizorrison, who were talking quietly in the corner of the room.

Mike was saying something that was making JoMo laugh. He was pretty much on his back, he was laugh so hard. Mike stared lovingly at his lover. After a few minutes, JoMo was panting on the ground, trying to get his breathing back to normal. He was smiling. That smile grew even more when Mike bent down and gently kissed him on the lips. He smiled, whispered something, causing JoMo to smile even more and blush slightly. He picked his head up and kissed Mike again.

"Are you alright, John?"

The voice was coming from right beside him. He gladly looked away from all the happy couples that were scattered around the room, resting his gaze now on Shawn, who was staring worriedly at John.

"Does it look like I'm alright?" John asked. He shook his head. "My fiancé has been in the shower for almost two days straight. The time he is out is when he needs to eat. He doesn't want me touching him anymore. He snaps and gets angry whenever I try to ask what's wrong. He doesn't talk to me, he doesn't want to cuddle like we used to." John sighed and closed his eyes. His head was pounding. He was so confused and worried about Randy. "I don't know what's wrong."

Shawn exhaled and shook his head. He put an arm around John and squeezed, offering support. He didn't know what was up with Randy, either, but he knew that it had something to do with Dave Batista. Judging from John's actions, Shawn knew for a fact that Randy hadn't told him about the phone call that Dave made to Randy less than a week ago. Shawn didn't know what to do. A part of him wanted to just give in and tell John what he knew. Another part of him wanted to wait to see if Randy would open up and talk to John.

"Is it something I did? Did I cross a line I didn't even know about and am now paying for it?" John asked, sounded desperate. "I don't know what the hell to do. He's never acted like this before."

"Just have faith, John. Randy will talk to you. You just have to be patient."

"I don't want to be patient. I want to know what I did wrong so I can fix it."

"How do you know it's you that is making Randy act like this?"

"Who else would make Randy act like this? Who . . ." John trailed off and narrowed his eyes. He looked over at Shawn, his eyes narrowing even more. ". . . Batista . . ."

Shawn didn't say anything. He just stared back at John.

"That would make a hell of a lot of sense. I mean, the sick fuck hasn't been leaving him alone." John looked down. His eyes were glaring a hole into the carpet of their hotel room. "The fucker pretty much sexually assaulted him while they were wrestling on Monday. That night he kissed Randy while he was drunk."

"John . . ." Shawn started, only for John to cut him off by standing up.

"I'll be back later."

Before Shawn could say anything else, John was already out the door.

John had no idea where to find the Animal, but he didn't care. He wasn't going to return to the hotel room until he knew exactly what was going on. Things hadn't been the same since Dave Batista started interfering with their lives. He knew for a fact that Dave was the reason for Randy's behaviour. John didn't know what he did or what he said to Randy, but he was going to find out, even if that meant beating the holy hell out of him.

Floor after floor, John went to all of the Superstar's and Diva's room, wanting to know where to find Batista. Most of them didn't know. Others, like half the Divas, gave John different locations. Apparently Dave had his way with ninety percent of the Divas. It made John sick, but he thanked them and went to each location. If he couldn't find Dave then he would continue asking.

Around nine o'clock that night, John finally started getting somewhere. He was down in the pool area where Alicia Fox and Gail Kim were. John was crouched down by the pool with Alicia and Gail right beside him, in the water.

"Do you know where I might find him?"

"Um . . . I don't know where he is. Do you, A?"

"I don't know and I don't care. Getting involved with him was the biggest mistake I could ever make." Alicia said, shaking her head, the look on her face full of disgust.

"Why do you say that?" John asked.

"The guy is a pervert. He's sweet and charming at first, holding doors open, giving you nice things, complimenting you. The next, he's grabby. He can't keep his hands to himself to save his own life. He'll apologize if you say something about it then he'll throw more gifts at you. The second it started again, I was done."

"At least that's all he did to you. The asshole cornered me in the women's locker room. Yes, I said women's locker room."

"What did he do?" John asked, leaning forward, totally absorbed in the stories. His heart was pounding in his chest. So many fears were going through his head.

"He didn't get the chance to do anything. Thankfully Beth and Michelle walked in and started yelling at him. He left quickly after that and hasn't been around me ever since, thank God." Gail shuddered.

"The man is sick." Alicia said, shaking her head. She turned from Gail and looked at John, a questionable look on her face. "Why are you so interested about Batista's whereabouts all of a sudden?"

John didn't say anything at first. His mind was still processing the girl's stories, trying to put two and two together. A lot of the things they mentioned had happened to Randy. Batista was nice to Randy in the beginning. His first day back, Batista smiled and welcomed Randy back from his injury. That turned into grabbing and touching him inappropriately in the ring, somewhere where Randy couldn't say or defend himself without coming out of his character. The next thing he knew, Batista was kissing Randy in the bathroom of the pub they were in.

"John?"

Alicia's voice snapped John out of his thoughts. He blinked a few times and stood up.

"Thank, girls." With that being said, John turned around and made his way out of the pool area.

John slowly made his way back to the room. His mind was turning and twisting, trying to figure out what Dave Batista was trying to accomplish. By the time he opened the door to his and Randy's room, he was shocked to find Randy sitting on the bed. Cody was sitting beside him, talking to him about God knows what. Randy didn't really seem to be listening to Cody, though. He was picking at his fingers.

"What do you think?" Cody asked, finally quieting. When Randy didn't say anything, he cocked his head and touched Randy's knee. "Randy?"

Randy jumped at the sudden touch. His eyes snapped over to Cody, glaring hard at him.

"God, Cody, what the fuck do you want?"

Cody stared back at Randy, his mouth opened in shock. His chin started to tremble. He couldn't say anything. Randy snapping at him was something that never happened.

"I'm not in the mood, Cody, so just go back over to Ted or something. Just leave me alone."

Tears were falling from Cody's eyes. He looked down and slowly started climbing off the bed. Ted was right there, though, wrapping his arms around Cody, pulling him close. He glared over at Randy, but didn't say anything. He was too angry to say anything. Ted took Cody to the other side of the room and sat him down on his lap. Cody buried his head in the crook of Ted's neck and cried quietly.

The room was quiet. No one knew what to say to something like that. Randy never snapped at any of them. That just wasn't in his nature. Sure, his character was dark and mean. He was dangerous and unpredictable, but that was just it. That was his character. The real Randy was the exact opposite of that. He was sweet, he was kind. He never yelled and he certainly never snapped at the ones he loved.

John closed the door and put his keycard back on the table next to the door. He wanted to say something, to start a conversation with Randy somehow, but he didn't know what to say. That in itself was shocking. Not knowing what to say to Randy was something that never happened.

Feeling John's eyes on him, Randy sighed impatiently and shook his head. "Stop staring at me, John."

John looked down almost immediately. The harsh tone felt like getting slapped in the face. He took a deep breath and made his way over to the bed. He sat down at the foot of the bed and looked back up at Randy. His face was completely blank. He was just picking his fingers and staring at nothing at all.

"You're staring at me."

"Sorry. I'm just thinking."

"Then think without staring at me. I hate when people stare."

"What's wrong, Randy?"

"Nothing is wrong."

"That's a lie." John said, shaking his head. He moved a bit closer, but kept his distance. He could see that Randy was tense and perfectly still, which wasn't like him at all.

"Great. Now I'm a liar. Thank, John."

Randy climbed off the bed and got his suitcase out of the closet after throwing Drew's out to get to his. He opened his bag and grabbed a change of clothes.

"Where are you going?" John asked.

"Not that it's any of your business, but I'm going to take a shower."

"Another shower, are you serious?" John asked, standing up. "You've already taken three."

"Mind your own fucking business, how about that." Randy snapped, throwing his suitcase back in the closet before slamming it.

"You are my business, Randy! Jesus, what the hell is wrong with you!"

"Nothing is wrong with me! Stop saying that there is something wrong with me when there isn't!"

"Yeah, well, you're not really helping your case there! You're snapping, you won't let anyone touch you, you aren't eating, you spend more time in the fucking shower then you do anywhere else! You aren't talking to me!"

"Oh, right, because I'm supposed to spend every waking minute talking to you so you don't feel lonely!" Randy yelled right back.

"That's not what I'm saying! I know that something is wrong with you!"

"John, if I have to say it one more fucking time . . ." Randy started, but John interrupted him.

"Talk to me! God, I have no fucking idea what's wrong with you and it's scaring the hell out of me! Did I do something to you, did someone else do something to you! I don't know what's wrong with you! Please just tell me what's wrong!"

"I'm done talking. There is nothing wrong with me. I'm fine."

Before John could say anything else, Randy stormed into the bathroom and slammed the door shut then locked it.