Chapter 15

A/N: Thankies for all the reviews! You guys are awesome! Anyways, I'm just glad I got those two chapters in within a short amount of time… Hopefully this one will too.

It seemed like the millionth time that Seany had been awakened by someone shaking her shoulder. She opened her eyes, absorbing her surroundings with an agitated look. Nothing much had changed; Chris and she were still the only two on the row- but Seany could see the sun faintly rising on the horizon out of the plane's window.

Across the aisle Seany noticed that John was at last getting some sleep; finally stopping the various massages that he had been giving the woman next to him all night. Seany smiled, raising her head off of Chris's shoulder to stretch.

As she began to move around, so did a small, warm body beside her. When she looked down to see what it was, claws stuck through her pants and barely pricked her skin as she noticed Napoleon stretching along with her. Another weak smile spread across her face when she picked up the kitten, holding the baby animal against her chest.

"Yo."

Seany jumped, jerking her head up in the direction of the voice that had just spoken. Randy was there, his chin rested on the back of the seat in front of her- a hyper twinkle in his blue-green eyes. Seany let out a sigh of relief, sitting up straight and leaning back in her seat once more.

"Hey." Seany replied, scratching Napoleon behind his ears as he began to purr. "What 'sup?"

"Nothin… We're about not too far from Chicago."

"Chicago? I love Chicago… I was born there." Seany explained, laying the content Napoleon in her lap.

"Really?" Randy asked, raising an eyebrow. "I was born in Knoxville."

"Ah, I've got a country boy movie maker on my hands, huh?" Seany asked, raising a teasing eyebrow.

"I guess. You'll be famous in one of my movies." Randy grinned in return. "Hmmm, for example: maybe the movie I shot last night?" He snickered running a hand through his sleep-messed dark hair. "Nah, I'll use that for a bribe."

"Shut up." Chris murmured, his eyes still closed and had probably only been awake for a few moments; although that was all it took for anyone to get aggravated with Randy. Chris turned to his side, resting an arm around Seany and his head close to hers- trying hard to catch more sleep before they had to get off the plane.

"I'd be glad to." Randy replied, most of his head disappeared when he sat back down- only the top of his hair visible after it was stuck up from his hand being run through it.

After a moment there was a clicking noise, and the window seat in Randy's row eased back until it was lying against the seat of the cushion behind it; Randy boredly lying atop of the seat. Seany rolled her eyes, now confined to only one seat.

Without hesitation she stretched out, laying her legs on the headrest above Randy's head. She shook her head at the reaction on his face, a scowl at first but then a shrug as he tried to relax.

"I'm so friggin' bored." Randy muttered, looking up at the curved ceiling of the plane.

"Aww, how cute." Seany rolled her eyes, leaning over and ruffling up the young Orton's hair.

"Don't you dare touch her back." Chris threatened, opening his eyes only briefly enough to see her mess up Randy's hair. Seany giggled, lying back down against Chris's chest.

Randy shrugged, casually raising his arm and resting the back of his wrist of Seany's leg; a natural sleep position, especially one for someone as cocky and somewhat laid back as Randy was acting at the moment.

It was quiet for what seemed like an eternity. Seany knew that Randy was asleep- or else it wouldn't have been so quiet for so long. She smiled at the thought, trying to slip back out of consciousness. She was actually there- until a jolt was sent through her body, forcing her to sit upright in her seat.

"Shit!"

Chris also bolted upright, surprised at the body that had just tripped onto his lap. Randy jumped into a sitting position, his frantically looking from place to place like a deer in headlights.

"What the-"

The person raised their head, a goofy grin on his face. John was such an idiot.

"Hey." He greeted them quietly, the other three silent with somewhat of a shock. "Sorry 'bout that… Tripped over the blanket." He tried to explain, pushing himself off of Chris's lap and to his feet. "I was trying not to wake up anyone…"

"Like Demi?" Seany asked, receiving a glare from Cena. "What? She was the only one over there." She defended her logic, trying not to give away what he had been doing the night before. Not that giving someone a massage was anything important.

"Psh, fat chance." Demi mumbled, her hair slightly frizzed from sleeping against the seat and probably John's shirt.

John blushed very lightly at the realization that his plan had failed- and he had ended up humiliating himself by the best intentions.

"Good God, is a good nap really that much to ask for?" Chris asked angrily, brushing off his sweatpants and trying to get comfortable once more.

"Probably."

Now; at the stadium…

"Man, I hate getting friggin ready." John muttered, lingering outside the locker room with his arms crossed. There weren't any important matches that night- it wasn't even going to be on the TV. There were just random matches that didn't really mean anything; and probably never would.

"I'm sorry." Seany replied, although there was no remorse in her voice. "Get over it."

"God, another mood swing." John replied in a fake cold tone, leaning his back against the concrete wall. Seany merely rolled her eyes, sitting down on the wooden bench against the opposite wall.

"Hey, when should I debut this tape?" Randy asked, holding up the disc that he had burned Seany's confession on. He popped it back into the DVD camcorder, opening the small screen on the side and hitting the record button. "Alright, do something cool that'll totally ruin your reputation."

"Sure thing, Randy." Seany said, sarcasm dripping off her every word.

"What're you guys doing?" Dave asked as he exited the locker room, rotating his wrists as he looked from one person to another.

"Ruining her rep." Randy answered, lowering his face to the screen.

"So you're not after mine anymore?" Chris asked from behind Randy, raising an eyebrow as he took a sip from the coffee that he had just poured across the hall. "Good job man."

"Uh, Hello!" No one had noticed the red haired lady until she stomped her foot and screamed at them all. Dave turned his body slightly, unable to see the short and pudgy woman that was behind him- just leaving the locker room. "There are three paper towels on the locker room floor."

"So?" Randy asked, not bothering to look up from the camcorder. "We've got janitors."

"Well, I believe that keeping this place clean is character building. Who was the last person in there?" She asked, staring every wrestler in their area down.

"Dude, it was Dave. Get off it." Randy answered, finally raising his head away from the screen.

"Dave? Go clean it up." The woman commanded, tapping her foot against the ground impatiently. Dave sighed, deciding not to argue. What were 3 paper towels anyways? It was worth it to avoid the trouble that the woman could cause them.

The other four, on the other hand, weren't as happy for him to oblige.

"Aww, man, c'mon! That's stupid!" John threw down his empty cup, causing Dave to pause for a moment.

"Yeah, what did I say? That's what janitors are for!" Randy yelled from his place a few feet away, focusing on the image on the device's screen.

"I don't care what you say. It will show that we actually have some pride. Go!" She snarled at Dave, who looked back at her as if to ask her if she had really just yelled at him. With a shake of his head, he continued to go for the door, opening it slightly before continuing.

"Don't worry Dave, it'll be alright." Chris assured him jokingly, taking another gulp of the caffeine drink.

"Yeah Dave, bad things happen to good people!" Seany called after him, causing a smile to form on the wrestler's face right before the door shut behind him. She laughed to herself, leaning back on the bench.

"My God, all he has to do is pick up some paper towels… Oh, that's right, you guys probably don't know how- your French maids do it, right?" Like always, Jesse appeared at his aunt's side, a smirk on his face as if he were the smartest person in the world. Seany instantly stood up, moving as far away from him as she could; which fortunately was right beside Chris.

"And you would know that how?" Chris asked, and it was when Seany realized that Chris had no clue who Jesse was. Probably good for the time being.

"You can just ask your little slut over there." Jesse shrugged, nodding towards Seany. "Oh, and by the way- how's your wrist doing?" He asked, mockingly raising an eyebrow.

John kicked off the wall about the same time that Seany noticed the muscles in Chris's jaw to tighten. 'This is not good,' She thought to herself, taking a step closer to Chris's side. Maybe he would just stay back and forget about it like she had told him too… And maybe Satan was making a snowman.

"Dammit, I knew you looked like a bitch!" John exclaimed in an angry yell, coming further away from the wall. Randy finally looked up from his camcorder, no doubt feeling left out and in the dark about what was going on around him at the moment.

"How dare you even think-" The woman started as if she were about to rant and lecture about something; but neither one of them would have it.

"Shut up! He's not so innocent behind your back." John snapped, forcing her to do as he told her. Chris took Seany's hand, moving her in front of him and then to his other side.

"Take care of her real quick Randy." He commanded, leaving Randy no room to refuse. Carefully he took Seany's arm, guiding her beside him and away from what looked like would soon be an all out brawl.

"Stop it!"

Seany almost had to scream the words for them to actually listen. Everyone froze for a mere second, before Chris and John turned their irritated attentions towards her. Seany grabbed Chris's wrist, tugging him in the direction of the complete other side of the hall.

"Don't sink to his level you guys." She pleaded, and knew it was hard for them to stay in the positions as long as they did. "Chris- this is stupid, please just leave this alone."

"You know what- I don't care. He hurt you Seany, and I'll sink to any level to make sure he gets what he deserves." Chris replied sternly over his shoulder, breaking eye contact with Jesse only for a moment. He took a step closer to the other man, only few centimeters away from his face. "If you ever- ever even think about touching her again; you're going to wish that you looked better than your aunt when I'm done with you."

Seany bit her lip, turning away to try and keep herself from snickering at the threat. It wasn't that hard, considering the pounding that she felt from her heart in her chest- yet she could hear Randy clearly trying to suppress the laughter that was also affecting him.

"Oh, I'm thinking about it." Jesse replied, and Seany really did consider if he was mentally challenged. Who in their right mind would say something like that, to someone as big as Chris? Someone stupid, no doubt.

It was then that Seany realized she didn't have a hold on John.

Jesse tried to regain balanced as he was pushed forcefully from behind, ending up tripping several times and landing on his knees. Seany put a hand on Chris's chest as he turned, praying that it would somewhat have the power to restrain him.

"Ass," John muttered, walking by the man that he had just knocked head-over-heels. Seany took it as an opportunity to follow, causing Chris to stay close behind her. Seany avoided touching Jesse- she still shuddered when she would think about him actually coming in contact with her arm. Yet John kicked his elbow, sending him practically to the floor as Cena continued to walk by.

Chris managed to step on his hand, making him let out a slight cry of pain- and Seany had to pull on Chris's arm once more to get him to move again. Randy followed like a little kid, hopping over the sprawled out body parts and managing to balance his camcorder in his arm as he did so.

"Don't think you'll get away with this!" His aunt screamed after them, probably trying to help Jesse to his feet. "I'll report you!"

Seany didn't let them stop until they had turned 3 corners and was in her book a safe distance from Jesse and his aunt. The walk had done John and Chris some good, but they weren't the happiest people in the world at the moment. Randy had decided to sit on a bench beside another refreshment table, but Chris and John were trying to walk off their anger.

"That was pretty corny." Seany laughed, trying to ease the now awkward tension. " 'You're gonna wish you looked better than your aunt when I'm done with you…' " Seany mimicked Chris, giggling and wrapping her arms around one of his. She could hear Randy letting out a small snicker a few feet away, but neither one of the other guys said anything about it.

"Way to insult man. I'm so after your rep again now." Randy informed him, chuckling as he leaned his body back on the bench.

Chris let out a deep breath, one that seemed like it had been held inside of him for quite a while. Seemingly calmer he sat down on a bench opposite of Randy's, Seany doing the same.

"Good. That's what I need right now." Chris replied, boredly tapping Seany's palm with his own. "I still can't believe we didn't beat the shit out of 'em." Chris admitted, leaving Seany's hand alone and putting an arm around her.

"He got what he deserved- and for the last time you two; leave it alone." Seany commanded, shifting her weight so that she was sitting on her legs. "Just ignore it, ok? And don't come up with any crap about protecting me. Starting an all out street fight around a pregnant woman isn't exactly keeping her safe."

Randy raised his eyebrows simultaneously, stretching his arms out in front of him. "Hey, I had no part in that." He said innocently, relaxing his body once more and resuming the laid back position that he had been in moments before.

"Whatever. It'll happen sometime." Seany winked at him, noticing John leaning against the refreshment table- whom hadn't spoken since Seany had moved them from the earlier scene. "Hey; you- what's up?" She asked, questioning him softly with her facial expression.

John looked up, realizing that he was being spoken too. "Huh? Oh nothing." He answered, running a subconscious hand through his hair. "Just thinkin'."

"You think?" Chris asked, starting to regain his sense of humor as he started to calm down. "Didn't know it was possible." John didn't respond, but rather sent him an agitated look.

"Are either of you even in a match tonight?" Seany asked, deciding to change the subject as soon as she realized that John was being serious.

"No, not really- Dave's in a tag match, but we came to watch." Chris explained, and Seany was glad that he had seemingly forced the fiasco from a few moments ago out of his mind.

"Well then, can we please go home?" Seany begged, resting her head lightly against his shoulder to try and help her odds.

"No- you're comin' with me playa." Seany looked up to the sight of Teddy Long, whom was no doubt now speaking to Chris. He turned to John and motioned for him to follow. "Don't worry playa; it'll only be fo a minute."

Chris gently lifted a small layer of Seany's hair, resting it back in place and slowly standing up. "I'll be right back," He whispered in her ear, standing up straight and walking closer to Teddy. He looked at Randy briefly before continuing. "Keep her safe." He warned, beginning to walk down the hall after the General Manager. John pushed off the table, silently following the two.