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.

Notes: Story takes place after Jericho's arrack on Cena after the title match on Raw. It's another short chapter but they will get longer as the story goes. Please don't forget to read and review.

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Chapter One

He woke with a start, yet his eyes refused to open. All he knew at that moment was that his body ached and he wanted nothing more then for the throbbing pain in his forehead to go away. John heard muffled voices nearby. He shifted in the bed still not wanting to open his eyes. The voices becoming more clear, both obviously belonging to women.

"How long has he been out?" He heard one ask.

The other sighed, "Since last night. He hasn't woken up yet."

"He's ok?"

"Yeah from what the doctors told me he just has a slight concussion nothing too big. He's lucky though."

The first voice giggled, "He's gotten worse trust me."

The second scoffed, "That doesn't surprise me in the least. Hold on a second let me get this."

John decided now would be a good time to take a look at the two people in his room. Slowly he opened his eyes, taking in the color and lighting of the room. He heard the second voice sigh.

"Hello Randy, yes I'm positive. He's fine only a slight concussion. No he hasn't woken up yet. Uh-huh. Sure I'll tell him when he wakes up. No, I'm not going to get into trouble. Yes. Okay, I'll call you later to let you know how he's doing. Bye."

The brown haired champion blinked finally realizing he wasn't in his room. He looked around slowly and new he was in a hospital.

"What am I doin' here?" He asked groggy.

"Oh? You're a wake." The voice beside him giggled. Slowly he turned his head to see who sat at bedside. He blinked registering the pretty brunette's face.

"Dawn? What the hell are ya doin' here?" He asked trying to sit up. Dawn shook her head, pressing her hands against his chest to push him back down.

"Whoa there boy. You shouldn't be moving too much. You took quite the beating last night." She said with a sad smile. Sitting back in her chair, she put a hand to her stomach.

John blinked, "Last night?" He closed his eyes remembering what had happened. "That was you?" He asked.

Dawn shook her head with a smile. "Nope, I wasn't allowed to go near the ring in case Jericho decided to continue his little attack. You're one lucky man."

"I thought Christian told ya to stay home." He said not wanting to get into the feud he was currently having with Jericho.

The brunette shrugged, "So he did. I came to be with a friend since she wasn't appearing on tonight's show after what happened last week."

"Well it's good to see that you're awake now."

John blinked. He knew that voice, but why the hell was she here.

"What the fuck are ya doin' here?" He asked, eyes narrowing as the redhead walked into the room and stood behind Dawn's chair.

She frowned not liking the way he spoke to her. "Well if I remember correctly I was the one who helped your sorry ass after it fainted."

The brown haired wrestler scowled at the woman. "I don't need any fuckin' help from ya." He hissed, as he sat up in the bed.

The red haired Diva ran a hand though her hair. What was his problem? What did she do to him that made him so hostile to her. She looked down at one of the few true friends she still had. The brunette simply shrugged her shoulders.

"John...you really shouldn't be that nasty to Lita." Dawn said, placing her hand on her friends' shoulder.

"After what she's done? I don't know how you're still friends with one of the biggest bitches in the fuckin' business."

The frown on the redhead's face deepened. Was that really what everyone thought of her? Just another bitch in the business.

"Listen asshole," Lita moved away from the chair to step closer to the bed. "I don't have to take your shit. You want me to be a bitch then of course I'll be a bitch. You don't want me too then don't treat me like one."

Cena's eyes narrowed, he opened his mouth to reply but a loud cough interrupted him.

"I see you're awake now. That's good." The doctor said as he walked into the room. Lita moving away from the bed so the doctor could stand at bedside. "Now Mr. Cena, we've already stitched up that wound on your forehead and for your best interests you are not allowed to enter the ring for a little over one week."

The brown haired champion frowned. "Man, are ya serious? I can't wrestle this Monday?" He glared angrily at the doctor.

The doctor took no heed to the look he was receiving instead he only smiled, which seemed to fuel the young champions anger more. The doctor then turned to the two Divas, his attention falling on the redhead.

"Now he needs to rest. Don't let him work his body to hard this week or he may pull more muscles then he already has. And importantly don't let him near that ring. Don't let him do anything that could reopen that wound."

Lita opened her mouth to speak but Dawn quickly covered her mouth. "Of course doctor. We won't let him out of our sights."

The doctor nodded, "Good. Now he's free to go after we check him once more. A nurse will be here shortly." He turned on heel to leave the room.

"I ain't no fuckin' five-year-old who needs to be babysat." John hissed from the bed.

"If you stop acting like one then we won't treat you like one."

Blue eyes narrowed, "Why the fuck are you here anyway? Don't you have something better to do like goin' home to that wannabe rocker play toy of yours?"

The redhead hid the look of hurt in her eyes. Instead of retorting to his comment she normally would, she just shook her head. "You know what, I'll be in the waiting room. Dawn when the nurse comes and does whatever she needs to do to him, make sure that he gets dressed and meet me there." The brunette nodded offering a sad smile.

"You know..."Dawn began as the redhead left the hospital room; "you should be a little bit nicer to her. She did stay with you all night. She called me while I was off visiting some of my old friends backstage to tell me that she couldn't meet as plan because she had to watch over someone. At first I thought it was Edge but he had already left." Her eyebrows knotted together, "Quiet angry in fact if I remember correctly. Anyway, she wouldn't tell me who it was that she had too look over only said she'd be at the hospital. You should have seen my look when I came to the hospital and saw you." She watched as John's expression softened slightly, a frown still on his handsome features. "You really are the last person I'd expect she'd stay with at the hospital."

John opened his mouth to interrupt her but she continued. "I saw what happened to you while in Stacy's locker room." She shook her head slightly; "You really got yourself deep this time hun. Really John...did you really need to F-U Bischoff? That man has your career in his hands."

"I don't give a fuck." John sad nastily. "He wants to call me a no good street punk and get away with it? I don't think so."

Before the pregnant brunette could open her mouth to continue the conversation. The nurse had walked in. She seemed obliviously to the growing silence as she walked to the other side of Cena's hospital bed. The nurse proceeded to ask him questions about how he felt and if anything was bothering him. After receiving a few answers, the smiling nurse handed Dawn a white piece of paper that the doctor had forgotten to give them which contained John's prescription.

The nurse offered both a smile telling John he was free to leave. The man nodded and the giddy nurse left the room. Shaking her head, Dawn Marie stood from the chair she was occupying and walked to the door.

"You change and meet Lita and me in the waiting room."

After waving the brunette off, John took to changing out of his clothes from last night. How new clean clothes had gotten to the hospital were beyond him. He was tempted to ask but figured it wasn't all that important. The brown haired wrestler walked out of the room after finding a bag to put his dirty clothes in. It didn't take him long to find the two woman as the familiar voice of one infuriating redhead came to his ears.

"I'm sorry ok." She paused a moment as the person on the other line spoke. "I don't know when I'll be back. I have to watch him." She sighed, "I know he's a big boy but from what I've heard he is really stubborn and won't take to just lying around kindly." Another pause. John walked closer taking note of the paling face of the redhead. "Well talk about this later I have to go." She said quickly when she saw the approaching wrestler. She hung up the phone.

"Are you ready?"

He nodded, "Who was that?" He asked curiously.

"Don't worry about it." She ran a hand through her hair. "I already signed you out. Dawn is waiting in the car. I have to do when I get back to the hotel so Dawn will be staying with you."

John nodded. He wanted to ask more questions and see how far he could get before she blow up at him. As he followed her out of the hospital, he frowned. No he'd save that for another day.