A/N: First off, good news! A long time ago, I fiddled around with this chapter fic featuring Cena/Randy/AJ Lee, but I never finished it, I only wrote a few random chapters. I thought about it at 5AM the other morning, and decided to pull it up and re-read it, lol. So I made chapters out of what I already had typed, and figured how many chapters and what to put in them between the chapters I have already. I've decided it will have 30 chapters, and turns out, I already have 16. I've got a lot of editing to do, along with adding in the rest of the chapters, but it's probably going to be the next chapter story I'll be posting (after this little 5 chapter piece I'm doing). So I hope you guys will like it! :). As for this story, I'm almost done typing this entire one. I have, I think, 3 chapters left to type, then figure out how I want to type the ending, then this one will be finished & WTCM will be 50 chapters total :). As for this chapter, it's the aftermath of John getting better. I'm posting before SD out of pure boredom, lol. Enjoy!
Recap:
hey, I was thinking that maybe John and I could come visit you while you're home?" Punk explains. "Oh, yeah! That sounds good. We'd love to have you! John doing any better?" Jeff asks. [...] "You really do love me, don't you?" John asks, and Punk's head shoots up and he looks straight at John. "Yes, babe, of course! I hope you know that. You know I do, don't you?" Punk pleads. One of his biggest fears is for John to think he doesn't love him, or not showing his love well enough. "I do." John replies, scooting closer to Punk and laying a hand on his face. There's silence again for a moment. "I love you, Philip." John says, a soft smile on his face. Punk's smile, however, couldn't be wider. [...] "Punk, please. I'm begging you. I'm dying for your touch, Punk. I just want this part behind me. I want to be able to touch you, and have you touch me…without…without seeing those horrible memories behind my eyes. Please rid these memories from me. I'm begging you." John clutches at Punk's body anywhere he can grab. "Okay, babe. Okay. Just…just tell me if you need to stop, alright? I don't want you to push this." Punk says. "I promise." John nods. [...] when he looks down, he sees John with his eyes screwed shut and tears running down his face. He immediately stills his strokes, "John? John! Come back to me, John. You're here, you're with me, babe. John?" Punk leans down and kisses John again and again till he finally stirs beneath him. "Punk!" John throws his arms around Punk's neck and holds him tight. "It's okay, babe. You're okay. You're here with me." Punk whispers in his ear. [...] Once milked completely dry for all he's worth, he pulls from John and grabs his shirt to clean themselves off with. After tossing the shirt, he lays down and pulls John tightly into his arms. "Are you okay, babe?" Punk asks, wiping away the tear stains on John's face. John smiles and nods. "You sure?" Punk asks. "Yes, thank you. That felt really good." John says, then kisses Punk.
Friday; Den:
"Guess what, guys!" Punk yells, walking into the den area with John, to see Shaleigh, Michael, Selene, and Scott sitting around watching TV. "What?" Scott asks. "Guess who's all better! Well…somewhat better! Well…talking!" Punk finally explains, then continuously pokes at John's sides, making him laugh.
Punk is too truly ecstatic that John's seemingly better again.
"Stop!" John yells, laughing out, "Yeah, hi, guys." John smiles, and Selene and Shaleigh squeal and jump off the couch. "Hi, Johnny!" Selene yells, jumping into his arms. "Hey, Lene." He smiles, hugging her back. "So you're really talking, huh?" Shaleigh asks, taking her turn to hug him. "Yes, I am. I can't say it's not thanks to you. I really appreciate you talking with me and helping me out, Sha, really." He whispers to her, hugging her tightly.
Her confession was the last little thing he needed to finally pull him into the light.
"I'm really glad it helped. I'm glad you're better." She says, pulling away and smiling at him, laying a hand to his face. "Okay, move aside! Move aside! My turn!" Scott says, pulling Shaleigh out of the way. "JOHNNY!" Scott yells gayly as he throws out his arms, then hugs him tightly. "You're so retarded!" John busts out laughing. "No, man, but seriously. You're all good?" Scott asks, pulling away. "As good as I'm going to get for now." John nods, and gives a soft smile. "Hey, man, I'm glad you're all better! We were all worried." Michael calls out, giving a smile and holding his fist up. John gives him a nod, "Thank you. And thanks all for caring too." John smiles, then sits cuddled up on the sofa next to Punk. "Tanner said yay that you're better and he's coming over after work for proof!" Selene says, looking up from her phone, and John laughs. "Tell him thanks and that I'll be here." John replies.
"So what are ya'll watching?" Punk asks. "The Real Housewives of Chicago!" Shaleigh cheeses. "Boo. Horrible show." Punk calls back.
As they all sit and watch, Punk and Michael continuously trash talk the show, while the girls oogle and ogle and wish to be married to someone that would get them on the show.
John just sits quietly, taking it all in. He may be better and talking, but he's still very tired, and he doesn't have much to contribute to the conversation. He just lays against Punk, held tightly in his arms, and people watches.
He notices that everyone in the room will ever-so-often look at him, as if they're watching and waiting for him to fall back into that pit of sadness. He's sure Punk's doing the same, even more often than the others. John thought coming out of that pit would be a weight off his shoulders. He didn't think he'd be watched over even more so like a child now.
John sighs, re-adjusts himself in the chair, gets comfortable, and tries to watch the show, having to will himself to stay awake.
Later:
"Hey, babe, I was thinking." Punk says, walking onto the deck where John's sitting. "Yeah?" John asks. "Thanksgiving is coming up. What are we going to do for it?" Punk asks, sitting down next to John. "Uhm, what do you usually do?" John asks. "The girls and I go over to my Parent's and spend it with them. You?" Punk asks. "I fly to Boston to spend it with my family. Should we just spend our Thanksgiving separate?" John suggests. "No, I don't want that." Punk sighs. "How about we have both our families come here?" John suggests. "Both of them here?" Punk's eyes go wide in fear. "So is that a no?" John sighs. "Well, not necessarily. I can ask my Mom. Do you think your family would agree?" Punk asks. "Maybe. I can ask mine too." John replies. "Okay. I'm going to go ask the girls about it." Punk mumbles, then leaves the deck to Selene's room.
"What are you all doing?" Punk asks, taking a seat on the floor, staring at Selene and Tanner laying on the bed, and Shaleigh sitting in the desk chair. "Just hanging out," Selene replies, "Why, what's up?" She asks.
"I need to get our Thanksgiving plans together." He replies. "Oh, okay. Are we not going over Momma's like usual?" Shaleigh asks. "Well John and I had an idea. What if his family and our family all come here for Thanksgiving?" Punk asks, biting his lip in anticipation of their answers. "His family coming here? Didn't you say his family was…" Shaleigh trails off. "Yeah, but…I don't know. I don't wanna be apart from him for a holiday, especially since he's not fully okay. And I don't want either of us to miss time with our family." Punk explains. "Then I guess his family coming would be fine." Selene replies. "Look, if you guys don't want them to come, I'll just go to Boston with him, and we'll all do something when I come back." Punk explains. "Well…" Shaleigh mumbles.
Before Selene can reply, Tanner leans over and whispers in her ear. "Punk, let his family come. It'll be really nice. We really should embrace them if John's going to be apart of our family one day." Selene says, and Punk squares his eyes at her. "Thanks, Selene, aka Tanner. Shaleigh, what about you?" He asks. "If Selene says okay, then I guess I will too. How bad can it be?" She asks. "Ha, uh, pretty bad." Punk chuckles. "We shall see." Shaleigh replies.
"So, Tanner, what's your family doing for Thanksgiving?" Punk asks, and before Tanner can answer, John walks in the room and leans in the doorway.
"Hey, what we talking about?" John asks. "We've agreed to have both our families come here. I just asked Tanner what his family is doing." Punk replies. "Oh, okay. Yeah, what are you doing, Tanner?" John asks. "My family is going to our vacation home in France to spend it with family. I'm not going though." He answers. "Why not?" John asks. "I'm not into their high society shit. I hate it. My family is too uppity for me. I'm just going chill at home, rent some movies, order a pizza." He shrugs it off. "I think it's good you're nothing like your family, man. Selene, you got a good guy. You don't have to order a pizza though, Tan. Why don't you spend Thanksgiving with us? You basically live in my house already." Punk chuckles. "Seriously? You won't mind?" Tanner asks. "No, bro. It's fine. You treat my Sister great. I owe you one." Punk replies. "Yay! We get to spend the holidays together!" Selene giggles, then kisses him.
"Ew, gross. Enough of that!" Punk says, chuckling a bit. "Yeah, because we're totally as gross as you." Selene rolls her eyes, laughing. "Yeah, man, we heard you guys last night." Tanner replies, and John turns bright red, "Oh God." John mumbles. "Seriously?" Punk asks, then remembers he forgot to turn on his music system last night, too caught up in the moment. "Yeah, we all heard." Shaleigh adds.
John goes in the hallway and puts his head in his hands, resting them against the wall just outside the door, some of his big body still visible in the doorway. He groans loudly in embarresment.
"Sorry, guys." Punk laughs. "I'm so, so sorry." John says, muffled, into his hands.
The girls laugh out."It's okay, John. I turned on some music and went back to sleep. I left it alone since I figured it meant you were getting better." Selene explains. "Yeah, I just put my headphones in. The thought was cute till I really thought about it. Gross." Shaleigh chuckles. "Whatever, you guys will live. I've been through the same with the both of you two before." Punk says. "Whatevz." Shaleigh sticks her tongue out.
"Hey, since Colton's Mom is still sick, he's going to spend Thanksgiving over here too. That cool?" Punk asks. "He's over here eating our food every other day of the year, why not then too?" Shaleigh chuckles. "Damn good point. Well I'm going to go call Ma," Punk says, getting off the floor, "Come on Mr. Loud Ass." Punk chuckles, yanking John out of the room.
They walk to the bedroom, and John lays down under the covers as Punk sits against the headboard, pulling out his phone.
"Philip?" The other line picks up. "Hey, Mom." He replies. "Hi, how are you? John still doing okay?" She asks. "I'm fine. Yeah, he's great, Mom. Thanks for asking." Punk smiles. "Of course." She replies.
"So I was calling about Thanksgiving plans." Punk explains. "John can come of course." She says, figuring that's what he's going to ask. "Thanks, but that's just the thing. The girls and I, and John, have talked and we were wondering if maybe we could do Thanksgiving here at my place. I didn't want John to spend the holidays away from his family, and I didn't want to spend the holidays without him, so I was going to have both our families just come here. I think you'll like his Mom." Punk explains, hoping to somehow coax her into the idea. "Well spending it at your place sounds fine, dear. I'll be looking forward to meeting his folks. Are you going to have room for Mika and the kids, Ellie, Adam, and Mike, though?" She asks, and Punk rolls his eyes.
"Mike isn't invited, Mom." He explains. "Well why not? Thanksgiving isn't Thanksgiving without your whole family!" She explains back. "It's the same as every year. He comes, gets you out of all the money you and Pop can possibly give, then he excuses himself from dinner with some bullshit excuse. Besides, I still fucking hate his guts. He's not invited. Ellie of course can come, and Adam is welcome too. Mika's obviously invited, and I'll make room for the kids obviously. But Mike is a damn deal breaker." Punk says, completely serious. "Fine. Fine, Philip. Fine. Mike won't come." She sighs.
"What about Dad?" Punk asks. "I doubt your Father will show up either. We're still barely speaking after your little announcement. He'll probably just stay here." She sighs again. "Fine. Fuck it. We don't need him. He and Mike can spend the holidays together being pissed off at the world." Punk shrugs, totally unphased.
"What time should we be over?" She asks, not wanting to further discuss the topic. "Uhm…we'll probably all wake up real early here, but I don't know. Whenever is fine. I don't know when his folks will be getting in. I'll tell you closer to Thanksgiving, but yeah, whenever will probably be fine." He replies. "Alright, we'll see ya then." She smiles. "Okay. Tell Ellie hi. Talk to you later, Mom." He replies, and they quickly hang up the phone.
"That went well." Punk smiles at the half sleep John lying next to him. "Mhm." John smiles, trying to stay awake. "You talk to your folks already?" Punk asks. "Yeah, after you went inside. Mom says it sounds good. Her, Dad, Sean, and Steve will be coming. Matt and Dan will be spending Thanksgiving at their in-laws this year." John explains, slowly drifting. "Alright, sounds good. I'm going to go call Colton. Why don't you take a nap, babe?" Punk suggests. "Not tired." John replies, his eyelids slowly giving out on him. "Please, baby. Just a small nap, okay?" Punk begs. "No. I'm not sleepy." John swears, but his body is slowly shutting down. "John." Punk sighs. "I'm awake, I swear." John mumbles, his voice close to inaudible. "Goodnight, John." Punk whispers. "Not going to s..." He can't even finish his sentence. His eyelids officially shut, and his body sinks further into the bed, adjusting itself into a comfortable position. "Night, gorgeous." Punk whispers to a sleeping John, leaning down to kiss his lips.
Punk walks to the doorway, but turns to stare at John's sleeping form. He can't help but sigh in helplessness. Sure John's talking again. Sure they made love last night. But he's by no means better. He's still not eating full meals, still can barely stay awake, he's talking but he's still zoned out in his own world all the time, he's still…he's still hurting, and that makes Punk hurt. How long is it going to take till he's okay? Punk's tired of watching his pain and suffering.
A/N: Thanks Cenaholic for the Thanksgiving idea :). It'll come in a few chapters later. Anyway. Aww, everyone's happy John's okay! But...'is John okay?', is the question. What can/should Punk do to help? Leave reviews please! I'm barely feeling love for the story anymore :( Btw, I'm not taking requests anymore. I kinda never officially was, but I just accepted the ones I got anyone. But at this point, my work load is immensely ridiculous, I'm working on way too many stories. No more requests please. I'll tell you guys when I can take them again, okay? Thanks. As for this story, I hope you enjoyed the chapter! Update will come Monday! Thanks for reading :)
P.S: As for the little anonymous (how classy) person who decided to try & call me out about what I said happened at Smackdown, you need to check yourself. First of all, why don't you fix your grammar, capitalization, and punctuation before trying to call me out. I am a very, very nice person, but I do not tolerate being called a liar; especially over bullshit. First of all, you were not there. I was there and I have witnesses. & Why would I have a recording of what I said? Am I supposed to carry around a video camera with me & record everything I say? And I'm pretty sure I know when someone is looking and speaking directly to me, so I'm overly positive on the Cena thing as well. Also, I live on the same street that the Superstars were leaving the arena on, so when we were trying to cross the street, Chris pulled out at the same time & almost collided with us. I think I'd know if I almost died or not, thank you very much. I have absolutely no need to lie to you all, and I don't care enough to think up of crap anyway. Whether you want to believe it happened or not, I don't really care the least bit. I, however, along with the people I was with and sat around, know exactly what happened and that's all that matters; not your irrelevant opinion. So thank you, enjoy your day :)