"Nicole Cena, what are you doing here?" John asked as he watched his little sister walk into catering with Randy Orton.

"Oh nothing much, just a small problem at home. I'm here to fetch you back with me." She said cryptically.

"Serious enough that I need to leave before the show tonight?" John asked knowing what it had to be about.

"Yea" She answered, glancing over at Randy.

"Damn." Standing up he gestured for her to say there. "I'm assuming you already have a flight booked. Let me talk to Vince and grab my bags."

After watching his friend walk off Randy turned to the girl beside him. "So are things so bad that you flew all the way here to get him? A phone call wouldn't do?" Giving her his patented once over he continued. "Not that I mind."

Laughing at him she answered. "I suppose I could have called him but I really didn't want to be home when it all hit the fan." She shrugged. "So here I am."

"Too bad you have to leave so soon." Randy said regretfully.

Nikki opened her mouth to speak when John cam back, interrupting them.

"Ready?" He asked.

"Yea" She answered, getting up from the table. "Nice meeting you Randy. Maybe I can visit again."

"I'll look forward to it." Randy replied smiling. He pretended to ignore John as the other man shot him a narrow eyed look.

Randy sighed in regret and concern as he watched them walk away. He was sure that he would never see her again and he didn't even get to use his best lines. He was also worried about his friend. Lately he was becoming more and more distracted and his performance in the ring was reflecting it.

Dave walked into the room noticing Randy staring off in space. Walking over he waved his hand in front of the young man's face, failing to get his attention. "Randy" Dave yelled into his ear.

Randy jumped, startled. "What?" He asked irritably.

"Nice trip?" Dave asked referring to Randy's wandering mind.

"John just left." Randy informed him.

"As in?" Dave asked confused.

"As in he went back to Boston, he's going to miss the show tonight." The young man informed him. "His sister showed up, said he needed to come back immediately. He didn't ask questions, just left."

"He's not been looking too good lately." Dave responded, now as worried as Randy was.

"No but his sister did." Randy mumbled to himself.

Dave looked at him with raised eyebrows but Randy had already lapsed back into his own thoughts. Chuckling Dave left to go find the others.

Later, on the plane en route to Massachusetts John turned to his younger sister. "So what was that between you and Randy?"

"Just fun flirtation. No big deal." She replied evasively. "Do you not like him?"

"I have no problem with him. I just don't like the thought of you dating." He grinned at her.

"Ha ha. I am old enough to do what I want." She replied glaring at him.

"Yea and it's my job to make sure you do the right things." John teased.

Turning her head away she deliberately changed the subject. "So you haven't asked what's going on at home."

"I don't think I want to know." John replied, rubbing his head where his ever persistent headache had formed.

"Lets just say Mama and Dad know." Nikki told him softly; sorry she had ruined her brother's good mood.

John groaned. "Are they pissed?" He asked.

"Hurt mostly, and they want explanations."

"I suppose that bitch called them." He said through gritted teeth.

"Monica, yea. She also mentioned my name, hence my presence on the plane with you." Nikki shrugged.

"Did they get onto you?" John asked glancing over at her.

"The parentals didn't, they are more centered on you. However Brent and Cooper were both at dinner last night when she called. They both jumped on me, wanting info. I didn't want to listen to them so I left." She explained thinking about how furious her two older brothers had been. Being the youngest and the only female she tended to be over protected and sheltered. That is if she put up with it. At nineteen she now had options, such as leaving if she didn't want to deal.

She glanced over at John. With him being the Dr. of Thuganomics he was the only one who let her be who she wanted to be. Brent was twenty five and was a medical intern at the University of Boston medical center. Cooper was in his senior year at U of B for business admin and was their star quarterback. Both were preppy in the extreme. Neither could understand how she could be content shunning college and writing all day.

Several hours later John woke his younger sister up as the plane taxied for the terminal.

"Are you ready to face the music?" He asked. "Dinner should be a blast."

She just laid her hand on his shoulder in consolation as he reached for their bags and got in line to depart the plane. John remained silent until they walked through the doors of the busy airport.

"Is your car here?" He asked looking around the parking lot.

"Yea, lot B" She answered, leading the way to her 2004 eclipse.

John whistled. "You've done some work on it since I last saw it." He stated admiring the silver and red paint scheme and the four point rims.

"I also had the engine worked on. I max out at 210 now." She added, sliding into the driver's seat.

John just shook his head as he inspected the eight disc CD player.

"Did you pay for all this or did our father give you the money?" He asked as he fastened his seatbelt.

Nikki threw him a look. "I paid for it, of course." She told him superiorly.

"So how did you explain the money, or did you finally tell them that you wrote the number one suspense novel on the market today." John questioned, turning to look at her.

"Yea right, if I told them that they would point out that the author has a different name. They wouldn't understand about pen names and they wouldn't believe I could have written it." She stated bitterly. "But to answer you question they never even noticed the changes to the car. And if they did they would have no idea the amount of money it cost."

"Yea well I am damn proud of you. It's a great book." John told her.

"Thanks" she answered, smiling over at him.

Twenty minutes later they were pulling up into the driveway of a brick colonial. Noticing the number of cars in the driveway they looked at each other and groaned, knowing their brothers were visiting. Walking into the house they headed for the formal dining room.

Stopping in front of the door Nikki turned to her brother. "Think we should change before we go in?" She asked looking down at her low rider jeans and black halter top.

"Nope" John replied before pushing through the door.

Conversation between the four occupants of the room halted as they walked in and sat down.

"Well well if it isn't the two black sheep of the family, the rapper and the runaway." Cooper finally spoke up.

John raised his eyebrows and sent his younger brother a scathing look. "Yo dawg, you got somathing ta say we go out back and get it done." He threatened, deliberately laying on his wrestling personality.

The twenty-one year old was about to retort but subsided when their father threw him a look to keep quiet.

"John, Nicole you both have been taught better than to walk into dinner without cleaning up. That is not appropriate attire for the dining room." Their mother stated looking pointedly at John's baggy shorts.

Brent and Cooper, both dressed in slacks and dress shirts, smirked at their older brothers scolding. Their father however spoke up in his favorite son's defense.

"Margaret, the boy left work and rushed here knowing we were upset. Let's finish dinner so he can explain what's been going on." Tony Cena urged his wife.

Once the Cena's maid had cleared the table John and his parents departed for his father's study, leaving Nikki alone with her brothers. Ignoring their rude comments she pushed back her chair and retreated to her room, taking comfort in her laptop and her newest manuscript.

Two hours later she had become so absorbed in her own little world of murder and mayhem that she never noticed John had entered her room and laid down on the jade green cover of her bed. Stretching she turned slightly and gave a small scream at the sight of the large male two feet away.

"Are you okay?" She asked, noticing the gray cast to his skin.

He shrugged, "Not really. We discussed almost everything. I still can't believe they never knew about my drug habit. God, he was so disappointed. I hated doing that to him, letting him know how I deceived him for two years." He explained, thinking about his father's disappointment.

Nikki tried to console her brother. "You were sixteen. Kids mess up. Did he believe you when you told them that you stopped and haven't touched it since?"

"Yea, then I told him what made me give it up. He was devastated that I had landed in jail for possession, was in jail for five days and never asked him for help." Looking at the wall he continued. "He's also angry that I've been trying to deal with this mess with Monica by my self. He thinks I should have told them right away. I didn't have an answer for him."

"You didn't tell him everything did you?" Nikki asked sighing. Looked like she was going to continue to keep her secrets.

"I didn't know how." He said finally.

"Well look at it this way. She can't blackmail you anymore." Nikki pointed out.

"Yea she can." John said softly, not wanting to tell his sister that Monica had threatened harm to several people, including Nikki.

"Listen, you can work anywhere and you're unhappy here at the moment. Why don't you come on the road with me for a while?" John asked sitting up and looking at her.

Nikki smiled. "Even if it means I pursue a possible relationship with Randy Orton?"

She teased.

John groaned in mock distress. Standing up he addressed the giggling girl. "I am going to go see the bitch. Try to be ready early in the morning. I have to be back by Raw or my ass is going to get chewed."