A/N: Once again, I should be working on my other story, but I just can't seem to get my next and final chapter started! Maybe its my subconscious trying to keep me from ending it. Maybe I'm too pre-occupied since next Saturday I get to meet Batista!!!!!! Or, maybe I'm just a nutcase! I'm going with the last choice! I got the book Adam Copeland on Edge, really AWESOME book, but he dissed John Cena, twice! The nerve of him! Anyways, on with the chapter. F.Y.I I'm gonna be using lyrics from many different awesome singers, and have Sara recording/singing them. Now, some of these might be a little different sounding voices, but use your imagination!!! I don't own anything famous, just things unrecognizable!

Private Property

Sara's POV:

Luckily, when Randy and I got back to the hotel the elevator was up and running. I really didn't want to be anywhere near the stairs, even if there was no trace of the recent events. I didn't want to even be in that hotel, but I would just have to get over that. I was beginning to feel the fatigue setting in, and barely made it to the room before crashing. I took off my shoes, got my contacts out of my eyes, and crawled under the covers.

"Looks like someone's tired." Randy said, sitting down across from the bed.

"Uh huh." I replied. This definitely felt weird, I haven't slept practically since John and I got married. Actually, ever since we started dating!

"Throw me a pillow." Randy said, propping his feet up on the bed.

"Orton, you're not going to sleep on the chair, are you?" I asked, sitting up.

"Where else do you think I'm going to sleep? There's only one bed!" Randy pointed out.

"Yea, but I really don't care. I think we can control ourselves." I sarcastically responded, lying back down.

"If you insist." Randy replied, getting up and taking his shirt off and jumping on the bed. There was a time in my life when I would have been drooling more liquid than Niagara Falls at a sight like this, but not anymore. Randy doesn't have anything on John!

Randy turned off the light, and rest his head on the pillow.

"Night Sara."

"Night Randy." I replied kissing him on the cheek. I closed my eyes and quickly falling asleep, dreaming about John.

Randy's POV:

It felt wrong to be lying next to Sara. This was John's spot, not mine. The beautiful woman lying next to me was off limits, untouchable, private property. In my head I knew all of that, but my heart was telling me different. I had gotten chills when Sara kissed me on the cheek. It got me wondering what it would be like, if Sara wasn't married to my John. What would we have been like as a couple? I wonder if we would've gotten married later on. What if Sara was pregnant with my child? I lightly brushed my hand across her cheek, but then regained control of myself. Damn it Orton, she's married! You have to get these thoughts out of your head! This is your best friend's wife. John and Sara are perfect for each other, they're happy, in love, having a baby. John almost got killed for her, and I'm positive that he would have no problem killing for her. This is crazy, I don't love Sara, but I sure feel strongly about her! I'm going to have to get over that, because in less than 4 months, we're going to be making out on national TV. Oh man, I'm a messed up guy!

I was able to fall asleep two hours later, after battling it out with myself. I was not going to ruin my friendship with John or Sara over a little mushy feelings.

John's POV, next morning:

Let me tell you, hospital beds suck major ASS! I wasn't able to sleep for more than 2 hours last night, due to the constant ins and outs of nurses, the never-ending beeping machines, basically everything in the hospital. I didn't want to be here, I wanted to be with my wife. Oh well, I'm stuck in this damn bed for another week or so. The doctor told me I'd be out in 3 weeks, but I was determined to be out in 1 and a half. Alright, I probably would be out of here in 2 weeks. I wonder how long until I can get back in the ring? Hell, Sara will probably be wrestling before I'm back at 100. That's depressing to me, wrestling is my 2nd love, after my wife and family that is! Vince McMahon isn't going to be too happy, I had to beg just to get off for the rest of Sara's pregnancy. Hopefully I can just keep doing some promos in and out of the ring. I'm going to be crossing my fingers and toes, that's for sure!

There was another hour until visiting hours started again, so I decided to spend some quality time with my hospital room television. Maybe cartoons are on!

A/N: It's a little short for me, but I'm drained from work! Please review! Hope y'all enjoyed!