It was surprising all things considered that John slept all night. He woke slowly the next morning, feeling a warm body holding him and temporarily forgetting the past day's events. ''Morning, Big Daddy.'' He mumbled, yawning. '

Roman grunted faintly in his sleep as he shifted behind John. John snuggled closer, pulling the strong arm holding him around his body with a groggy sigh. Roman gave a faint grunt feeling himself be moved he opened his eyes. A part of him had nearly forgotten as well...even for just a moment. "John?" He asked in a low tone. John's eyes opened and noticed the arm draping him was not tattooed. Everything came rushing back, leaving him with a churning in his stomach and a sick feeling of dread. He moved slightly, still close to Roman but their bodies no longer molded together as sorrow swept through him in waves.

The larger man actually gave a faint sigh. He moved his arm to sit up. "I know...wish it was all a bad dream."

''I forgot...for a few minutes.'' John replied before he realized he had not spoken his thoughts out loud. ''How is it you always seem to know what I'm thinking...Can you read my mind?" It sounded crazy but so did everything else.

"More the emotions...like a wider spread version of what Randy has. I learn to block it most of the time. When you realized I wasn't Randy a deep sadness filled you."

"You and Randy are so much alike...maybe you belong together." John almost whispered.

"You belong with him as well...you give up...walk away...Dean will think he won."

John looked at Roman. "You're a good guy. Some would be glad to have the boyfriend out of the way of the guy they have feelings for."

Roman gave a faint laugh. "Maybe that is what Dean was hoping for. He just didn't see all the trouble it may cause." He felt his phone in his pocket. "Damn forgot that was in there." He pulled it out. "Hello...yes...yes...we can come there...okay bye." Roman hung up. "You may want to do a quick freshen up. That was the hospital.. Seems the police have a few questions."

John nodded, glancing down at the floor to see his wrinkled, dirty shirt from the night before. "Damn, no clean clothes."

"I am sure they will understand. I can try to get us fresh clothing later. I don't want you back in that house." Roman told him. "Not that I am trying to control you, just for your well being."

John nodded. "I appreciate it." He walked into the bathroom to wash off and brush his teeth before facing the police.

"If you don't mind sharing it any chance there is a mini deodorant in there?" Roman called out as he moved to the chair for his shirt.

John glanced around the small bathroom seeing one along with a bar of soap and shampoo. "Yeah, we can share one!" John called out, wishing he had a razor to shave.

"Okay I'll run in there once you're done."

John washed as best he could before brushing his teeth and clearing the bathroom for Roman. "There you go." He walked to pick up his discarded shirt.

Roman washed quickly and came out throwing his shirt on. "I know not ideal, but it works."

"Yeah, better than nothing." John sat on the bed, putting on his shoes and looking worried. "I wonder what the police wants."

"Don't know. Just said questions." Roman told him as he got his boots on.

John sighed. "Well, I'm innocent so I won't worry. They took my DNA and Seth is my alibi."

Roman nodded. "I wouldn't put anything past Dean. Just a heads up." He went to grab the keys. "I guess we are ready."

Both men left the hotel and headed back to the hospital. Butterflies filled John's stomach at the thought of how Randy would look at him the next time

he saw him. He had no idea exactly what his boyfriend thought he had done but by the looks of his battered body it was enough. Roman parked out front. "We were told to go this way." He told John as they got out ans headed inside. He walked up to the information desk telling her who they were there to see. Once they signed a guest book they were told which floor and room to head for. Stepping off they could see it was an administration floor. Roman looked over the door numbers to find the right one and knocked. John stood beside Roman, trying to appear calm and completely at ease while inside he was shaking. The door opened and an older man stood there in a dark gray suit. "Mr. Cena and Mr. Reigns?"

"Yes." Roman told him.

"Come on in and siit." He moved for them and they, entered sitting. In the room was what looked like a doctor and a woman that could faintly remind them of Lana, but with light brown hair instead of blonde.

John moved to sit as he was told, the stern woman setting him on edge. Roman sat next to John. The man shut the door before moving to the other side of the table. "Many times we would question you men separately, but for the sake of time and the time that passed we have you together."

"We understand." Stated Roman.

"Okay, just to clarify who is who and do you two have ID?"

"Yes, Sir." Roman stood up to pull out his wallet to remove the ID card, handing it over.

John stood and also removed his wallet, handing his driver's license to the man. "Here, Sir."

"Thank you." He took them both looking them over and comparing them to the information he had on file in front of him. "So you are both friends of the victim and you all were staying at another associate's house. A...Mr. Ambrose."

"Yes, Sir." Roman replied.

"Yes, Sir." John echoed, wondering if he should confide that Randy was his lover.

"Did either of you have recent contact with the victim that may have caused a transfer of DNA onto him?"

"I carried him out of the house and to here." Roman admitted. "How long is considered recent?"

"Twenty four hours prior to the attack."

Roman thought a moment. "We were...sexual involved around that window."

"As were we." John answered as he thought of the blowjob he had given Randy. "Randy was involved with both of us."

"John and Randy also shared a bed in the house." Roman informed the detective.

John nodded. "Yeah, if everything we say is confidential Randy and I have been a couple for years. We just keep it to ourselves because we are so much in the public eye."

"Of course it is, Mr. Cena." The woman spoke up. "We only wish to find who is responsible for your...boyfriend's injuries."

"Where were you two when it is suspected the attack took place?" The man asked them.

"I was outside cooking some steaks for dinner." Roman told him.

"Anyone outside with you?"

"No." Roman admitted.

"I was inside in the kitchen preparing food with Seth Rollins, another co worker." John answered. The male detective nodded as he wrote some things down and looked some pages over.

"You are the one that found the victim unresponsive originally, Mr. Cena?"

"Yes, Sir." John nodded. "Dinner was ready so I went up to our room to check on Randy. He was laying in our bed. I immediately ran downstairs and alerted the others."

"We all followed John back up." Roman admitted. "With some work we managed to get him to wake up."

"Why did no one call for emergency services?" The detective asked.

"I guess we just didn't think about it and thought it faster ourselves." Roman answered.

"I was just so worried I guess I didn't think." John said honestly. "I just wanted my boyfriend in a hospital to get help."

The detective looked at his partner and then the doctor nodding.

The doctor opened the chart in front of him. "I am Dr. Finde. I took over Mr. Orton's care this morning. We had found evidence of at least three strands of DNA on him once the test were run. For now he said he was asleep when the assault happened and the room was dark."

"So what does that mean?" Roman asked.

"Well." The detective started. "It seems all evidence found so far has probable cause as to why it was present. Except one, we are not at liberty to disclose that information yet. You will be permitted to go up to his room. He will hopefully be released later today."

"Good." Roman told them.

"Thank you." John told the detective. "Of course I'm anxious to see Randy."

"Just one last bit of information we would like. Mind if we take a measurement of both your hands?"

"Of course not. Left or right?" Roman told him, actually holding his hands out.

John held both his hands out as well. "Sure." Roman tried not the smirk as they measured their right hands. The length of the thumb to forefinger. The information was taken.

"Okay he is in room 629." The detective pulled a laminated card from the folder. "You can show this to the officer outside his room."

"Thank you." John said, taking the card before both men left and headed for Randy's room. Roman spoke once they got on the elevator. "Two guesses who the unexplained dna was." He shook his head. "Oh, I know you will want to rush in, but you will want to give him space. Remember his memory doesn't match the events."

John nodded in agreement, his heart sinking. "I know. I'll give him space."

"I know it's hard. Give him time...these sort of events can scar anyone." Roman told John as they stepped off the elevator, looking for the direction of the room.

John swallowed hard, trying to compose himself. "You're right. He can...have all the time he needs." The older wrestler knew Roman was only trying to help him.

Going down a hall they see a uniformed officer sitting out side one of the rooms. "I am guessing that is it." Roman mentioned.

John walked with Roman over to the officer, handing him the card. It was looked at and they were allowed on through, John hanging behind Roman a little, timid of his lover's reaction to seeing him. Roman walked in to see Seth sitting in a chair by the bed. Randy appeared to be sleeping. "Hey, Man."

Seth looked up with a smile, his voice soft. "Hey, Guys." John slowly neared the bed, studying Randy with worry and longing in his eyes.

"How long you been here? Has he been out the whole time?" Roman wondered.

"Oh, maybe a little over an hour. He was awake at first but...he's a mess, John. Confused and scared."

John gulped, nodding. "I'll be patient."

"Okay...I don't want to wake him." For now Roman was going to play dumb. "Where's Dean at?"

Seth shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know what's up with that. The last I heard the detective asked him to stay behind." John did not hear a word spoken as he stood by the bed, gazing down at the resting Viper. Randy gave a faint groan shifting faintly in the bed. The sounds drew Roman's attention. John moved back a little, afraid Randy would wake up and be afraid seeing him standing over him.

"Ah fuck." Randy groaned, his voice a harsh whisper. The bruises now slightly aging were thick and dark. He slowly opened his eyes. "Who else is here?" His voice cracked.

"Me...and John." Roman told him.

"Jo-John?" His heart raced slightly.

"Try to relax. Nothing is going to happen." Roman tried to assure him.

John kept his distance, his voice quiet. "Hey, Ran. I've really m-missed you."

"I..do-don't kn-know what to say." Randy turned his head a little in their direction, cringing.

"I don't think you should be saying much of anything if you can help it." Roman told him. "You need to rest your throat."

"Yeah, just rest." John told him in a soothing voice. "You just get better, Daddy."

"Ju-just confused." Randy's normally steely eyes showed his uncertainty.

"It will be okay, Randy." Roman told him. Randy barely nodded, closing his eyes again. John stood with his head lowered at a loss for what to do or say. Seth looked at John and felt bad for the guy. "We will try to help you straighten all this out." Roman told him. "Seth...please tell me you still have a set of keys for Dean's place."

Seth nodded. "Yeah. Why?"

"Just a hunch...you were here about an hour before us and he hasn't shown. He may be in trouble somehow." Roman explained. "We are going to need mine, John and Randy's stuff from the house. I'll find a better place to stay then we were last night. Maybe head into the strip. You can join if you want."

Seth looked shocked. "You mean, we just all take off without a word to Dean? He couldn't have done anything. Randy would know."

"Of course we can try to call him. Call it a gut feeling. Either way I don't think it is wise for Randy's health to go back there. Then considering the other situation I don't want to not be around him and John for now."

Seth nodded, standing to hand the keys to Roman. "You guys go ahead. I think I'll hang at Dean's until the next show and see if he's okay."

Roman grabbed the keys. "Thanks...um John, gonna stay here or ride with me?"

John looked at Roman then sadly at Randy. "Ride with you." He answered, forcing his eyes away from the bed.

"Okay...be back in a bit." Roman sort of tried to address Seth and Randy before he headed out the door. He informed the officer they would be back in a little bit.

John followed Roman until the two men reached their vehicle and set out for Dean's. "I'm so sorry, Roman." John called the Samoan by his name for the first time instead of Sir. "You got dragged into a mess. You only wanted a submissive to play with and ended up babysitter."

"It's not your fault and I don't want to hear you blame yourself again." Roman told him firmly. "We will get things worked out. Now I know I warned you about the house...there was only a possible threat as long as Dean was around."

"But some of it is my fault." John insisted stubbornly. "Randy told me time and time again he didn't want me playing with others because it caused trouble but I just had to experience it all. I pushed and pushed until I got my way. If I hadn't and just left it alone Dean never would have hurt him."

"We can't change the past, John. We just need to hope we can all recover and move on."

John nodded, looking out the window. "Do you...still want me to call you Sir?"

"That is your choice." Roman admitted. "Like what about Seth?"

"Seth is a good guy. I would be willing to still let him play with me if he wanted and Randy adjusted. He's done nothing wrong." John replied.

"I am sure he will be glad to hear that."

John grew thoughtful as they drove. "So why was the house unsafe last night? I think I could handle myself around Dean."

"Dean uses something that heightened the effects of his illusions. Your bedroom was full of it. So Dean very easily could have tried something on you."

John was silently thinking over past events, puzzle pieces were coming together. "I think...he tried it on me once. At Seth's place after we played. I was sound asleep then woke up with Randy stroking my head. He kept asking me weird shit like if I wanted him as my full time Dom...then later when I mentioned it Randy denied ever saying it. I just never thought..."

"Sadly...he did. I had carried Randy up to the loft and saw Dean in the bed next to you. You had fall back asleep. I didn't think too much of it, sorry." Roman told him.

"It's okay. It just seemed so real. I can't imagine how scary Randy's ordeal must have been." John said sadly.

"I guess Randy doesn't hold the same immunity I have."

"Oh? He can't fool you?" John asked with interest.

"No. Luckily." The two reached Dean's and Roman parked the car. John climbed out and headed for the door.

Roman followed after John to get the door. He unlocked it looking around. "Well, I didn't see Dean's car."

"Nope." John said as they headed inside. "We don't have too much. It won't take long."

"Okay, John. You want help or should I look up a hotel?"

"I got it. You look up the hotel." John said, heading for the room. He walked upstairs and into the room, unprepared for the sight of Randy's blood on the cream sheets. He felt ill and slowly sat on the edge of the bed to avoid vomiting on the floor.

Roman headed for Dean's spare room where the computer was to look up a good hotel that had suites available. John felt shaky as he hurried to grab their belongings and just get out of the room. He pulled the cases downstairs almost frantically, his face white and chest heaving. Roman stepped from the room realizing his mistake. He went to track John, catching up to him in the living room. "Come here."

John walked to Roman when called, trying to hide the effect of the room but his trembling gave him away. "Y-Yes, Sir?"

Roman reached over cupping John's face to look in his eyes. "Just breath and relax. I didn't think when I sent you to that room alone. Just relax and we will be out of here soon."

John took a deep breath obediently. "Just...seeing his blood on the sheets...knowing he was being violated right above me...hard to see."

"I understand...we should of asked Seth if anything was done in the room once the police were done."

John nodded, his stomach churning. "I don't want to g-go back there..." His body heaved as he emptied his stomach onto the floor, sweat beading on his forehead.

Roman luckily got clear. "Did you leave anything up there? If so I'll get it after I confirm our room."

John shook his head. "No...Sorry, I'll clean up this mess."

"It's fine, John...I'll just be a few more minutes." Roman headed back upstairs. John looked for some paper towels in the kitchen and cleaned up the mess he made. Thankfully it was mostly water as he had not eaten much. Roman returned with the confirmation papers. "Okay, John."

John had cleaned up but felt weak and stressed beyond words. He grabbed the suitcases and headed for the car, never wanting to see Dean's house again. Roman locked up and followed John. "I doubt you feel like it, but we both should try to eat something."

"I don't know if I can..but I'll try." John said in a submissive tone, so thankful the take charge Samoan was around.

"Good." Roman may have smiled a little on the inside. Having John to keep in line helped prevent him from focusing on himself. "Still early enough for breakfast. A drive through so we can get back?"

"That's fine, Sir." John replied, giving Roman his proper title as he loaded the car.

"Good." Roman helped John with some of the packing. "Shit." He shook his head. "Be right back." He headed back for the house. John finished packing and stood waiting on Roman. A part of him wondered how secure he would feel with the dominant man as his full time Dom. Roman emerged, carrying two more bags. "Would help if I remembered my things." He gave a silent chuckle before adding them to the car.

John gave the first laugh of the day before sliding into the car on the passenger's side. Roman got back in the driver's side, loading the GPS to see if there was a drive thru on route to the hospital. John watched Roman. "Any place is fine, Sir."

"Okay, John...I know me and you tend to eat bigger and richer meals. I have a feeling you are more focused on returning to Randy though."

"Yeah." John nodded. "I can always eat more later today...Sir, I don't mean to gush...but thank you for being in charge and so good to Randy. If you want me to I'll be proud to call you Sir. Also, I don't mind your feelings for Randy...as long as I have a place in his heart."

"I am sure you still do, John...as for the other, you do not mean just in play as we have been do you?"

John felt a little foolish, his blue eyes uncertain. "No, Sir...but I know Randy is your only interest. It seems I crave the structure and comfort you provide."

"We shall talk about it later. Randy is our first priority. Get him to hopefully see the truth."

John nodded. "Of course. I'm sorry."

"Don't be...you're a great guy and a wonderful submissive. We just have a bigger job." Roman told him.

John nodded. "Yes, Sir. You're right. My heart aches for Randy."

"I understand." Roman told John as he drove through a McDonald's ordering two steak and egg on a bagel with two coffees. Once they had their food he pulled into a parking space a moment. "We should go check out of the old place before we get hit with late check out fees."

"Yeah, that place was horrible." John smiled to himself as he ate, thinking of the normally cold Roman holding him.

"It was because we were in a pinch." Roman downed about half of his sandwich before pulling out. "I'll eat the rest later." He told John before the older man could ask. "Just don't like trying to eat while focused on the road."

John just nodded, eating his food slowly. "Maybe you should be the main one to interact with Randy. He trusts you."

"I already figured that ,John. We will work it out." They arrived back to the hotel and Roman checked them out since they had no belongings before heading out again. The men rode in comfortable silence back to the hospital. John managed to eat most of the food and they headed back up to Randy's room. Randy was sitting up in the bed, slowly working on the lunch he was brought up that was mainly soup and a tuna sandwich. "Hey, Randy."

The smaller man turned looking. He took a deep breath seeing both of them. "Hey." His voice still sounded like a bad case of laryngitis.

John's heart broke again every time he saw the fear in Randy's eyes. He hung back from Roman a little, the love and longing shining in his own blue eyes. "Hey, Jo-Johnny." His voice cracked before he went to drink some of the hot tea he had.

"Hey." John replied quietly as he neared with a half smile. "It's good to see you eating."

"Not...greatest...but co-could be worse."

Roman walked over to Seth handing him the keys. "Thanks, Man...I'm sure you're beat."

"No shit." Seth yawned. "Think I'll head back to Dean's for a nap." He stood up. "Feel better soon, Randy."

"Th-thanks, Seth...be in touch." Randy told him.

"Sorry if we left a mess for you to deal with at the house." Roman told him.

Seth waved it off. "It's fine, Man. Call me if you need anything." He took off out the door, closing it behind him. John looked at Randy, feeling weird being on edge around him. "How are you feeling?"

"I'm...alive." Randy cringed as he swallowed. "Could be worse...right?"

"Yeah. I couldn't bare the thought of being without you." John moved to sit in one of the chairs by the bed but not too close. Randy wasn't sure what to say but lowered his eyes slightly before trying to eat more of his soup. John hung his own head when Randy did not answer, tears burning his eyes and clouding his vision. What had he expected? That they could just go back to how they were?

"You believe him don't you, Randy?" Roman asked.

"Ju-just confused...This." Randy pointed to his head. "Unsure...this." He pointed to his heart. "Kn-knows better than wh-what I think."

John slowly raised his head to look into Randy's eyes, the truth of his feeling laid bare. "Ran, I know you think you saw what you saw...but I swear to you I never hurt you. I never would no matter what."

"Keep voice...down...we...we can talk once I'm out."

"Of course. Sorry." John reached to lightly rest a hand on Randy's free one. Randy's hand may have shook faintly, but he didn't not pull it away. Roman just stood back, shaking his head. So much for him taking the lead.

John only let the hand linger a moment before removing it, looking at Roman. "I know what we said...I just wanted to touch him for a minute." His eyes lowered slightly. "It won't happen again."

"What was said?" Randy asked.

Roman moved closer. "I was going to take lead in dealing with you, since you seem to deal better with me." He looked at John. "As for it happening again that is ultimately Randy's call." He leaned closer to John. "I think he said to wait talking because there is a cop right outside. Not wise to plead your case right now."

"You're right." John told Roman with a nod. "I guess I wasn't thinking."

Roman nodded before looking back at Randy. "So when are they letting you out?"

"Maybe..ho-hour after doc-doctor makes their rounds. Wh-where we going."

"Managed to squeeze a suite at the Luxor."

"Fa-fancy." Randy tried to joke.

"Better than what we had last night." John tried to smile. "We had to share a single."

"Single?"

"Well a full I think it was." Roman pointed out.

"Tight." Randy commented.

"We made due."

"It was fine. We were both too exhausted to care..but I missed our good night ritual." John told his boyfriend.

"Okay..Jo-Johnny." Randy tried to offer a faint smile. "Th-think I wa-was too do-doped to care ho-honestly."

"Understandable, Daddy." John gave Randy a reassuring smile back. "I think you'll feel better in a comfortable bed in the suite. I called Hunter and cleared both our schedules...shit, what about you, Sir?"

"I have a couple days I can squeeze in, plus if my suspicions are correct. there needs to be big rewrites for myself and Seth." Roman could see the confusion in Randy's face. "More to talk about on the way to the hotel."

"Okay."

"Sounds good." John could not wait to get out of the hospital and to a private suite.

Time passed and the Doctor showed up for Randy's final check before being released with a few scripts for medication. As with most hospitals he was escorted out in a wheelchair to where Roman had parked. "I think the front seat will be easier for you, Randy and John can take the back."

"Okay." Randy pulled himself from the chair to transfer into the car, trying not to cringe as his butt hit the seat harder than expected. John climbed into the back after seeing Randy had made it in okay, every sound of pain he heard causing him to hate Dean a little bit more. Roman thanked the orderly before he got in the driver's side. He started the car to begin the good distance drive into Las Vegas itself.

"Where to begin." Roman started.

"No...clue." Randy admitted. "Se-Seth to-told me de-despite wh-what I said in the room...I...I ha-had to be mi-mistaken."

"You were." Roman told him.

"Do-doesn't ma-match evidence."

"Like what?"

"Ca-can we wait for ho-hotel?"

"Sure. We will find you a drug store first." Roman told him. John sat quietly in the back, letting Roman take charge and plead his case. The ride was mainly in silence until they got onto the main strip and Roman found a place to run into the store for Randy. Randy closed his eyes trying to stay calm.

John could feel the tension and did not know what to do. "It's okay, Daddy. Relax." The older man soothed.

"So-sorry, Ba-baby." The term of endearment almost felt odd with his fears.

"Don't apologize. I understand...but it will be okay. I swear it." Hope filled John as he heard the pet name again.

"Hope...so." Randy gave a shaky breath. "Ha-hard to de-deny wh-what the eyes th-think they see."

"I know...I've been there too...Roman will explain soon." John told the younger man. Randy faintly nodded. It was maybe another fifteen minutes before Roman returned.

"I decided to wait for them to be filled." Roman explained as he started the car up again.

"It's okay." Randy told him as he drove some of the back streets to the hotel. "God...wh-what will people th-think when they see us go through the lobby?"

"Just relax and try not to draw too much attention." Was all Roman could suggest.

"Anything I can do to help just let me know." John spoke from the back.

"Just help with the bags...maybe get a bellhop. I doubt Randy should be doing much lifting."

"But..." Randy tried to object.

"You're injured. Let us handle things." Roman told him as they pulled into the garage for the hotel.

"Will do." John got out of the car once stopped and moved to grab a few of the bags. He got the room number from Roman then headed inside in search of a bellhop.