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Chapter 37: Leavin' On A Jet Plane

"Hey John can you do me a favour?"

Riley was sitting on the floor in the kitchen still after her jog. It was getting to be rather late in the afternoon and they had just finished the entire meal that John had prepared for her after her jog. He was full; having had to force the last pancake into his gut for fear that Riley would throw up everything he had fought so hard to get her to eat.

She had her head resting on his shoulder; a mound of food just sitting in her own stomach feeling like a thirty pound rock was weighing her down. The colour in her face had turned from her normal colour to a sickly greenish white. She had consumed half of the plate of bacon, five pancakes, and most of the eggs, leaving John to consume the small plate of sausages he made as well as seven pancakes of his own, the other half of the bacon and maybe a quarter of the eggs. The two of them had finished and had both silently come to the conclusion that neither one of them was going to be moving from the kitchen floor anytime soon.

"Depends on what your favour is Riley." John tried to move to slip his arm around her shoulders but groaned from the growing pain in his gut. He gave up trying to set his arm around her and let his hand drop to his thigh instead.

"I need a ride somewhere."

Once she had finished her sentence, she let out a moan. Her stomach was loudly gurgling, a twanging feeling surging through her food filled body. A scoff escaped John's throat, signaling a failed attempt at a chuckle. His stomach was doing the exact same thing and suddenly he was regretting his evil plot to get her to eat as much as she could to put some weight back on.

"Okay, well then it depends on where you need a ride to."

His head rolled from side to side as he attempted to fight off the immense pain deep in his stomach. Riley slid a little bit farther down the cabinet door and practically laid on the kitchen floor, rolling over ever so slightly to rest her head on John's thigh, near his hand. He struggled to lift his hand up but started running his fingers through her hair in a lame attempt to soothe and comfort her.

"I need a ride to the airport."

"The airport? What for?"

Riley let out a contented sigh as his fingertips ran over her scalp giving her goose bumps on the back of her neck. She ignored him for a brief second as she basked in the immensely good sensation that was happening on the top of her head. She was brought back to the conversation at the pinging sound emanating from John Cena's extremely full stomach.

"I appreciate you letting me stay here John but it's really lonely by myself. I don't want you to think that I don't like it here, I do but I think it's time for me to go home for a while and be with people who love me."

"Back to the WWE?" John asked, a hopeful glint in his eye.

"No Johnny boy, to Calgary." Riley replied with a cough, instead of the laugh she was going for.

"Dammit Riley." John groaned.

He had told Wade he would try to get her to think about heading back to the WWE and here she was, sitting in his kitchen telling him that she wanted to do the complete opposite. John never, ever, imagined that she would be telling him that she wanted to go home, back to Canada, as far away from where he thought she belonged.

"Fuck off John, it's my life." She grumbled, moving her legs up closer to her chest, trying to alleviate her stomach ache. She was halfway into the fetal position now, the gurgling of their stomachs getting louder with each passing second.

"Alright Riley, I will give you a ride to the airport." John gave in, his hand coming to rest on the side of her head, he had no more strength left in him to continue to play with her hair.

She let out another pained groan and curled up even more, digging her chin into his thigh. He twitched at her actions and shifted his bum on the floor. She let out another groan before uncurling her body and rolling onto her back, feeling the food settling further into her stomach. She set her palms on either side of her belly button and lightly drummed her fingers.

"I think I might die." John whined, sliding down to lay on the floor beside her. She turned her head and they locked eyes. John fought back a large smile, he was clearly in too much pain from the food. He saw it though, there, in her eyes, was the same sparkle he had noticed the very first day he met her.

Riley Williams wandered down the hall readying herself for her very first WWE appearance. She didn't have a match by herself but that didn't matter. She was supposed to be in an eight Diva tag team match, her team consisted of Kelly Kelly, Eve Torres and Alicia Fox. They were set to go against the Bella Twins, Beth Phoenix and Tamina.

Hiking her small bag over her shoulder, she continued wandering, clearly lost as she made her way around the hallways of the arena looking for wardrobe, or make-up, she didn't care which she found first at that point, either way, she was terrified she was going to be late for her match simply because she had gotten lost.

"Excuse me?"

Riley turned around in what she thought was the vacant hallway and spotted the large man smiling at her. He took her stoppage as an opportunity and wandered up beside her, setting his arm around the back of her shoulders. She smiled up at him, his smile showing nothing but kindness.

"Who might you be?" She asked, letting him keep his arm around her shoulders.

"John Cena, and you?"

"Riley Williams."

"You look lost."

Riley bit her lip in embarrassment and dropped her head towards the floor. She slowly looked back up at him to spot an amused look on his face. He squeezed her shoulders a little bit and started walking with her.

"I can take you where ever you need to go."

"Well we can start with wardrobe, then make-up, then I have a match but after that, I'm free for dinner." She shot right back, confidence clearly not lacking. John Cena looked at her, his eyes connecting with his.

He knew this new little Diva was going to be a forced to be reckoned with, he could tell by the sparkle in her eye, the excitement in her tone, the confidence emanating from her body. She was ready for whatever life had planned for her.

"I think I might have to go to the bathroom." Riley whispered, trying to fight off another shooting stomach pain.

"Poop or puke?"

"I don't think my body has quite decided yet." She joked, letting out a tiny giggle before pulling her body upwards, slowly making her way to her feet.

John just laughed at the back of her as she ran out of the kitchen, clearly heading to the bathroom to hopefully relieve some of the pain in her stomach.

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Wade had pushed him down the stairs like he was supposed to. He had stood at the top and looked down at the motionless Randy Orton lying on the landing below. It was when he ran away that he finally knew what he had to do. Randy Orton had told him where Riley was, not all he had to do was go get her.

Sitting in the locker room by himself, Wade held her Corre t-shirt in his hands, fiddling with the material. It was all he had left of her now and the more he looked at it, the more he debated about how much of what happened with her was his fault. Yes she was unhappy but he had brought her into the group then ripped it out from under her, taking away the one thing she had always seemed to want when she was with him, she wanted to belong. As soon as she found out that the group was going to break up, she had changed a little bit. He didn't know whether to give credit to the pills or what he did.

Something never really did sit right with him. He should have noticed that she was sick, he did notice that she was shrinking but yet didn't think much of it. He figured that she had everything under control but when she won the title and he found her staring at it for over an hour, he knew she never had any control and all she wanted was the ability to focus enough for people to give her credit where credit was due.

Stuffing her Corre t-shirt into his bag, he made his way to his feet, grabbed his bag and rushed out the door, ready to hit the road. As soon as he stepped out into the hallway and saw the amount of superstars staring at him, he knew he was going to have a harder time escaping unnoticed than he figured.

Zack Ryder glared at him with everything he had, it was unfortunate for him though that Wade remained undisturbed by his narrowed eyes. It was when he looked past Ryder that he spotted CM Punk, also glaring at him. That was when he knew, oh how he knew, the gathering of superstars had nothing to do with Randy Orton and more to do with Riley Williams.

"How dare you!"

Wade looked behind him at the voice that had squealed at him. He forced back a smirk as tiny little Kelly Kelly also glared at him, her hands on his hips.

"How dare I what?" He looked at her, straightening up and holding his ground as more and more people turned to glare at him.

"You made Riley leave!" Kelly Kelly shrieked and finally Wade's facial expression dropped from confident to confusion.

"What the bloody hell are you talking about?" He asked, taken aback by her accusation.

"Randy told us all about what happened between you two and how you made her leave." Zack Ryder broke in, wandering over to stand beside Kelly Kelly. Wade glanced around and suddenly felt outnumbered. Something wasn't right and there was something in his gut telling him that Randy Orton played a large part in what was going on.

"Oh yeah? And what did Randy Orton say?" Wade asked, not dropping his arrogance, not wanting to back down and show weakness.

"It's not cool bro, what you did." Ryder interjected.

"What in the bloody hell did I do?"

"You knocked her up then told her she had to leave to spare you the embarrassment." CM Punk stated from a few feet away.

"I did what?"

"You got her pregnant!" Kelly Kelly yelled.

"Then you realized how bad that would look for your career and sent her away!" Ryder added, also yelling.

Wade just shook his head at them and turned his attention back down the hall. He brushed past Ryder and Kelly Kelly and glared right back at Punk as he wandered by. Upon reaching a turn in the hall, Wade glanced back at the gathering of superstars, they were still glaring at him.

"That's right, you walk away!" Kelly Kelly yelled after her.

"Woo, woo, woo, you know it!"

As much as he wanted to walk back down and clock Zack Ryder in the jaw, he stifled a chuckle and remembered what Riley had said. He would never admit it out loud but every time he said 'woo, woo, woo', he'd laugh at the memory of how his phrase had been born.

It was no use arguing against the roster that had confronted him in the hall. He wasn't about to call one of the most respected men in the WWE a liar for that would just make his life worse. Randy Orton had way more pull with Vince McMahon than Wade Barrett and that was a battle that Wade was not yet prepared to fight.

A little bit of Wade versus Randy will be coming up more in the next few chapters. Please review?