Title: Always the Unexpected

Disclaimer: No, I don't own anything or anyone in this story.

Distribution: I doubt any of my stories are that good but just e-mail me if you want to post it on a site or something. I'll say yes anyway but still it would be nice if you ask first.

Pairings: Lita/John Cena, hinting to past Randy/Lita, other pairings are unknown right now. I might not have any others and if I doI might leave it up to you guys on who you'd want to see.

Notes: Takes place after this past Mondays Raw when Jericho attacked Cena after the title match.

Summary: After Jericho's attack on Raw, John felt he would have no one standing by his side, until she came to show some support. But with everything that she has done can he trust her? Or will she just betray him like so many others?

I know it's short...but it's a prologue they are normally shorter then the other chapters. Don't worry the chapters will be longer. I hope you like it. It's been after me since this past Monday and I just didn't get around to writing until recently. Enjoy.


Prologue

He felt the camera make contact with his forehead, his head snapping back with the impact as he falls hard against the cold floor. He couldn't move. He felt the blood slowly run out of the new opening. He groaned as he stood to his feet, touching his forehead lightly. The blonde man standing only a few steps away moved quickly, punching the already bleeding man and rolling him back into the ring. The match had finished and yet the punishment had not ended. Damn Bischoff. He tried to move only to receive a hangman on the ropes from his opponent at Summer Slam. He soon cried out in pain as he was placed into the Walls of Jericho. Bischoff smiled as the champion continued to receive his just punishment. The white haired man moved over slapping the face of the already bloody man, shouting at him. Chris Jericho finally let go and climbed out of the ring, standing beside the Raw GM. He smiled watching as the man in the ring attempted to pick himself up, a hand reaching out from between the ropes towards the two as they left up the ramp.

"Cena?" He heard someone call to him. The brown haired champion slowly turned to see a small blurry image. He opened his mouth to speak however no words escaped him. He tried to shake off the hand that was helping him up. He hated to be weak and this was no exception. The blood continued to fall from the wound he'd received. The hand resting on his shoulder as he made an attempt to leave the ring. His steps staggering.

"You're going to hurt yourself more if you don't accept my help."

For some reason he could not register the voice. His head was spinning. The blood as starting to get into his eyes. Again, John shook off the hand and quickly ducked under the rope/ the sudden move proving to be a bad idea as his vision blurred. He quickly straightened himself holding tightly to the ropes for support. He felt the mat shift as the other person in the ring moved closer to him.

"Cena, come on." They said softly, "You're going to get hurt."

"I don't need any one's help." He managed to say, blinking rapidly to regain his vision. A hand reached out wiping against his forehead. He couldn't but wince in pain. John stepped down cautiously getting his feet on the ground. The arena wouldn't stop spinning. He turned trying to clear his vision. He felt himself falling backwards, until he was against the cold floor. Jon heard people running down the ramp and someone rush to his side.

"Don't worry, you'll be fine." Was all he heard as he slipped into darkness.


Final Notes: Well what do you think? Should I continue or just forget about it?