A/N I can't believe that WWE fired my sweet Mickie James. Out of all diva's, they fire one of the best. Wow. Yes I know it's been a while, but I'm finally out of that hell hole, called writers block lol.

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Chapter 21: And You Thought It Couldn't Get Any Worse

"So she seemed nice," Jade stated as she removed her jacket. She and Randy had finally made it back to the hotel and both were exhausted. Randy made his way to the bed and plopped down on the mattress, as he began to remove his shoes.

He looked up to Jade, as he furrowed his brows, "Who?" he asked.

"Mickie James," she said, as she slipped off her skirt to reveal a white lace panty. This sight caused Randy's mind to spin, but stopped as he realized the name that she just said. He merely shrugged, as he stated, "Yeah, I guess." He got off the bed, as he made his way to where Jade was standing, as his hands began to roam her firm breasts, to her tiny waist and finally to the hem of her shirt. He proceeded to lift her tang top off to expose a matching bra to her panties. Jade smiled to herself, as she turned around to face Randy, giving him a serious look.

"You guys have history," she said not in a form of a question, but a statement. Randy sighed, "Who says we do?" He wasn't denying the fact that they did, but he wanted to know just how Jade knew.

She shrugged, "People talk," she said as she slid her arms around Randy's thick neck. She then tried to kiss his neck, but he backed away quickly enough for her to miss.

"What "people" are talking?" he asked. Randy had a strong dislike for people that, made it their business to squirm around in his, and was determined to find out who told his girlfriend about his ex- girlfriend.

"John Cena," she stated simply.

Randy raised his hands in anger, "That son of a bitch," he exclaimed. "I don't think I'll ever get rid of him," he said to himself. Randy flared his nose in disgust of the fact that Jade had talked to Cena, and wanted to make damn sure that it never happened again. "Listen, you gotta promise me something, and I'm not saying this because I'm jealous. I'm saying this, because I want you to stay safe. Jade, please, stay away from that man. He's crazy and he has it out for me, and he'll hurt the people around me, to get to me," he said as he cupped her face.

Jade nodded "Randy, you have nothing to worry about. Just being alone with him for five minutes, creeped the hell out of me. There's something about him that I don't trust." Randy smiled, grateful for the fact that he didn't have to push this subject, as he wrapped his arms around Jade.

"Good," he said as placed soft kisses on her lips, as he lifted her up and proceeded to the bed.

As soon as Mickie left the club, she began to walk faster in hopes that the image of Randy with that girl would stay in the club, and far away from her. To her, Jade was nothing more than Randy's way of getting over her. To her, she thought that Randy could never love another women like the way he loved her. To her, this was the only reasoning in her head, to make her stay sane. Yes, she realized that she and Randy were probably never going to happen again, but he didn't have to rub it in tonight. Mickie was on the street corner, waiting for a cab but every time she whistled for one, it would pass her by, so she decided to walk back to the hotel. It wasn't a very chilly day, so her cardigan would do. On the way back to the hotel, Mickie crossed over a bridge. Realizing how pretty the moon's light reflected on the river, caused Mickie to stop as she placed her arms on the rail and let her thoughts drift.

"Looks like you've got a lot of things on your mind," a voice said as it came closer to her. Just like that, her moment of peacefulness was gone. Mickie turned her head to the right to gaze at a man who looked slightly familiar. He had curly brown hair, and green eyes that could be mistaken for two emerald diamonds, as well as a piercing on his right eyebrow. Mickie peered at him, letting him know that she wasn't about to talk to a stranger. He smiled, revealing a perfect set of dimples as he extended his hand, "I'm sorry. My name is Reggie."

Mickie nodded, as she took his hand, "Mickie."

"You wanna talk about it. I heard it's better to release your feelings, than to keep it bottled up," Reggie stated.

"I'm sure that's a true statement," Mickie said sarcastically.

Reggie laughed, " True fact actually. I did it, and it worked, and I bet that what I was going through is ten times worse then yours."

Mickie scoffed, "Try me," she challenged.

Reggie smiled, as he cleared his throat, " Alright first things first. I had this beautiful girl as my girlfriend, her name was Michelle by the way, and I was irrecvably in love with her."

"Let me guess, she cheated," Mickie interrupted.

"You know that's not very nice. Interrupting I mean," Reggie teased. "You're right though, but she didn't cheat with just anyone, it was my best friend Joseph. Here's the best part; she told me this when I was proposing to her."

"Wow," Mickie stated. She couldn't help but to feel sorry for the guy.

"It doesn't stop there. Just when I thought that things couldn't get any worse, she tells me that she had an abortion, because the child could have been Joseph's. She potentially could have killed my child!" he exclaimed. Mickie's eyes began to flutter, as her heart began to race. She couldn't understand why this story and even he sounded so familiar. She tried to reason by thinking that she has seen this situation happened on a soap opera, or something of the sort, but the more she tried to reason, the more confused she got. She took a step back from the rail, and stumbled. She would have fallen, had it not been for Reggie's quick reflexes.

"Hey, are you okay?" he asked obviously concerned.

Mickie shook her head, as she tried to gather herself. "I'll be fine. But I should be going now," she said as she recomposed herself.

"But I haven't finished my story," he said. Mickie again shook her head, "I'm sorry, but I really don't want to hear anymore," she said as she began to walk away.

Once Reggie saw that Mickie was out of sight, and lost in the crowd, he took his cell phone out of his pocket, and dialled a number.

"Hello," a voice on the other end said.

"It worked" Reggie stated, as he smirked. "You should have seen her; she was totally taken aback, as if it happened to her. She should remember everything in no time. I'm still amazed at the fact that she didn't recognize me at all."

"Good. That's what I want to hear. I knew I could count on you buddy," the voice said.

"I still don't get why you want her to remember. Won't she hate you too?" Reggie asked.

"Trust me, she won't. Now go back home, and there should be a reward waiting in your account for you," the voice stated. Reggie wasn't able to give his appreciation, for the person hung up.

In a hotel about fifteen minutes away, a very satisfied John Cena sat in his couch, just waiting for his chips to fall in its place.

Morning came, and the Raw Superstars were due for a house show, five hours away from Trenton, New Jersey. Ted and Cody were in the lobby with their suitcases in hand as they waited for their taxi.

"Next time you should try calling the taxi company, fifteen minutes before we are ready, instead of calling right when we are ready," Ted told Cody.

"Hey, I thought he would be here by now okay. Next time, you do it, and then you'll see that it's not as easy as it looks," Cody said as he defended himself.

Ted stared in amazement at what Cody just said, "I can't believe you just said that." Ted was about to state how much of an idiot Cody was, when a certain Latina caught his eye, walking toward the lobby doors. "I'll be back," Ted said as he patted Cody on the back. He had not spoken to Eve, since their last encounter, and was determined to make things right.

"Hey," he finally said when he caught up to her. Eve wore her dark Versace sunglasses, so Ted could not tell if she even looked at him to acknowledge his presence. He had a feeling that she hadn't so he took the initiative to step in front of her.

"So how are you?" he said in an attempt to get a response out of her. But again, there was still no response. "You know, I'm just going to keep bothering you, until you talk to me."

"Great," Eve muttered.

Ted smiled, "And it's already working," he said as his grinned widened.

Eve sighed, "What do you want Ted?" she asked.

"For you to talk to me, Eve," Ted started. "I know I was an asshole, but I'm really sorry."

Again Eve sighed, "Are you done?" she asked. Ted nodded. "Good," she said, "Because I have a cab to catch," she stated as she pointed to the cab that was obviously waiting for her. The cab driver got out of the taxi, as he came and grabbed Eve's bag from her hand to place them in the trunk. When the driver came back to gather the last of her luggage, Ted handed him two crisp 100 dollar bills. "This should cover her pay," he said. Eve shook her head and rolled her eyes at this action. "What?" Ted asked defensively.

Eve opened the cab door and sat inside the taxi. "You may be the son of a millionaire Ted, but that doesn't mean that you could buy my affection," she stated simply as she closed the door and drove off. Leaving a stunned Ted, who just realized that money really can't buy you everything.

xxx

"Do you think he bought it?" John Cena asked. He was supposed to be on his way to Trenton, but he wanted to make sure that business was handled.

Jade nodded, "Most definitely. He thinks that I'm scared of you. He won't suspect anything."

John smiled, "Very good. The moment he thinks something's up, our whole plan will be ruined."

"I still don't get the point of this. I mean you pay me to take him home that one night, and to continue dating him, all for what? He and Mickie aren't even together anymore."

John smirked, "That's exactly the point, and I need you to make sure that they stay apart. By the way, how's the picture album coming along?"

Jade shook her head, "I searched through all his stuff, his luggage and nothing. I don't think he has it John."

John bit his lip as he scratched his head, contemplating where Randy would put it. "No, it's far too important for him to just throw out. He has it somewhere safe, and your job is to find it."

"What do I do when I find it?" Jade asked.

John placed both hands on her shoulder, "You give it to me as quickly as you can, and I'll take it from there." John let go of Jade, as he went into his pocket to pull out a folded cheque of $10,000 and handed it to her. "There's more where this came from if you bring me that album."

Mickie's match in Trenton wasn't enough for her to forget her encounter with that Reggie character. Something about him seemed so familiar to Mickie, but she couldn't place her finger on it. She felt as if she had met him before, and that feeling stuck with her. She couldn't shake off the creepy feeling she got when he told her that story. Mickie was slowly starting to learn how to live without knowing every single event in her life, and now she got that feeling again, as if she were missing something. She could not help but feel as if Reggie's story could be a direct correlation of a story of someone close to her.

"Mickie?" a soft voice called out. Mickie closed her eyes as she sighed, and prepared her mind to enter back to reality. She opened her eyes to face a worried Randy Orton gazing at her.

"Yeah?" she asked back casually, as she licked her dry lips.

"Is everything okay?" Randy asked. Still, there was concern written all over his face, but Mickie made damn sure to not think anything of it.

Mickie plastered a fake smile on her face, "Yeah. Everything's great."

Randy sighed, as his eyes continued to bore into hers, "Why are you lying to me?"

"If you don't want to believe me, then that's your prerogative. I frankly don't care if you do or not. Now excuse me Randy, I need to go talk to Kelly," Mickie said as she pushed him out of the way, leaving a confused Randy wondering as to what was really wrong with her.

xxx

"I can't believe that bitch wants a rematch. Haven't I beaten her enough times?" Mickie exclaimed to Kelly. Mickie had beaten Maryse, and yet the Diva wanted to face Mickie again.

" Whatever. At least you get to kick her ass one more time," Kelly said as she smiled.

Mickie shrugged, "Yeah I guess. I have another chance to see that slut wither in fucking pain."

"Micks, why are you so angry? I mean I rarely hear you swear," Kelly stated.

Mickie's nose flared, "So just because I'm swearing, means that I'm angry? I'm sick and tired of people assuming that there is something wrong with me."

"Mickie, calm down," Kelly said gently. Mickie was about to respond, but a knock came at the door. Mickie opened the door fiercely to reveal Cody standing there.

"Word in the locker room, is that you're a wanted women by Mr. McMahon Mickie," Cody said as he walked past her. She nodded as she gathered her gym bag and headed to the bosses office. Once she reached there, a tanned man with tattoo sleeves was approaching her. Mickie rolled her eyes, as she contemplated if her day could get any worse.

"What are you doing here?" Randy asked when he finally reached her. Mickie folded her arms, "Probably the same reason why you're here," she spat back. Randy shook his head and sighed, as he realized that he was wasting his breath trying to talk to her. Instead of answering back, he knocked on Mr. McMahon's door, and heard him say "Come in."

Randy was too pissed at Mickie and her attitude to allow her to go first, as he only held the door for himself, causing the door to almost close in Mickie's face. "Jerk," she muttered under her breath.

"Please sit down," the boss said when the two wrestlers were inside the office. They both accepted his offer as they took their seats in front of him.

"Well I'm sure you two are wondering why you're here, so I won't waste anymore of your time. We realized that it's been a while since both of you have gone on a promotion tour to Canada, presumably Toronto, and an opportunity has come up. Your plane leaves tonight, and once you reach there, you will be partaking in autograph signings, various interviews at The Score studios, and radio, and also appearing at Squared Circle Training, which is a wrestling school, taught by Rob Fuego. Don't worry, hotel and plane fair will be paid by the company and you will also be getting paid for this tour. Any questions?" Vince asked.

"Yes," Mickie started, "Is it necessary that we both have to go together? I mean I think it would be better if two baby faces, or two heels go together. It's a bit awkward for a heel and a face to be appearing together." At this point, Mickie was just rambling, at an attempt to get out of this situation. How was she supposed to spend, God knows how many days alone with Randy?

"No Miss. James, it will not be a problem," the boss answered. Randy chuckled at Mickie's miserable attempt to weasel herself out of going. "Randy, do you have any concerns?"

"No sir. None what's so ever," he said as he smirked at Mickie, who rolled her eyes back in response.

Mr. McMahon smiled, "Great. You're plane leaves in an hour, so you should leave the arena immediately." The two got up and left his office.

"I guess I'll be seeing you soon," Randy said as he gave the most adorable smile to Mickie. She knew that he was just doing this to piss her off, and it was working. He walked away before she could give him a response.

With all this new drama Mickie was going through, she certainly did not need to be going on a trip with Randy alone. She needed some sort of prayer, and that was exactly her thought as she looked up, as if she were gazing up to the heavens, opening her mouth to plead "Someone please shoot me now."