Intoxication

Title: Intoxication

Rating: PG

Pairing: Kept secret until later, or it's going to spoil the story.

Summary: It's all about intoxication – the stunning seductress, Dawn Marie, is obsessed with making Charlie Haas hers. The problem is, Miss Jackie is engaged to Charlie, but Dawn Marie will do anything to get her hands on him…

Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I don't own the WWE, TNA or any of the characters used. Wish I did though!

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"John, I'm going to go and say hi to Michelle and RVD, so I'll be back soon, okay?" She smiled weakly, poking her head around the doorframe, halfway out the door. "Sure, I'll just prepare for my match, aight?" He muttered back as he laced up his Reeboks. When he looked up, he saw her staring down at him, an odd look crossing her features. A slight pink flush had appeared on her cheeks. "Forgive me for my weakness, but I don't know why… without you it's hard to survive." Confused, he didn't say anything, but watched as she set off down the hallway. She was gone.

He leaned back on the bench, relaxing slightly. His mind wandered as he started into space. Probing, pressing harder, delving deeper for the answers. The answers to the questions bouncing off the walls of his brain. He found he could not just sit here like this; he needed to find out for himself. Standing up abruptly, he left his locker room, shutting the door behind him. Quickly, he traveled down the hallway, passing many superstars and divas who called out 'hi!', passing many rooms and cupboards, until he finally met a door marked 'Charlie Haas & Dawn Marie'. It sickened him to see the I's dotted by hearts, it really did, he hated the WWE for encouraging them as a couple, after what they had done. He placed his hand on the doorknob to determine whether it was open or not – to his immediate surprise and happiness, it was. Tentatively, he paused, should he do this? Should he go behind his friend, his Jackie's back, to find out what was really going through Charlie Haas' head?

He shook his head, trying to free himself of the guilt, and entered. He walked into the locker room.

He walked in on a horrible sight. Charlie was sitting on the black leather sofa, Dawn in his lap, their lips intertwined, caught in a furious embrace. After a few moments, John coughed lightly, hoping to attract their attention towards him, the guest in their room. There was the sound of a vacuum-cleaner sucking something up, and Charlie resurfaced.

"Yes?" He jutted out his chin stubbornly, his tone haughty. He was clearly annoyed at the interruption; the same went for Dawn Marie, who was looking at him the way someone would look at a bug upon their shoe, rather distastefully. John inwardly kicked himself for ever considering them friends.

"Yo… can I talk to you?" John glared right back at Dawn. Charlie frowned. "Alone?" Cena finished quickly, hoping Charlie wouldn't get the wrong idea. "Whatever you want to say to me, Cena, you can say in front of her." Cena rolled his eyes angrily; he didn't want Dawn in the room to hear what he had to say to Charlie. Dawn smirked superiorly, she knew she had total control in this situation, she had Charlie totally wrapped around her finger.

"'Kay then…" John paused, tone changing from hard to soft, emotions showing in his voice. "Why did you do it, man?" He chose his next words carefully. "Why'd you thrown that all away… for an affair?" Dawn slid from Charlie's lap, scowl on her face, allowing him access to stand. He did so, but didn't meet the rapper's eyes. "I don't love her. Dawn, on the other hand…" Smirk now crossing his lips, his arm snaked slowly around the brunette's slender waist. Charlie looked up at Cena, looking slightly sadistic. "She felt sorry for my poor-ass relationship. She showed me sympathy." "In the form of her crawling into bed with you." Cena shook his head, disgusted. "Damnit Haas, you jus' dunno what you've got 'til it's gone."

Charlie's facial expression changed from smug to fury in mere seconds. "You're in love with her, aren't you? That's why you're so keen on helping her." Cena didn't say anything, he felt as though words could not escape him at this current time. Dawn's head snapped up and she seemed to be in a daze as she stared at him curiously. But then she seemed to snap out of her daze, frowning now, thinking hard. "Guess what, John! Just 'cause you're friends doesn't mean you'll be more. She's so pathetic that she's still strung up on me that she wouldn't even notice you, much less give you the time of the day."

Cena's head snapped up, much like Dawn's had moments earlier. "You didn't answer my question about loving her." Again, Cena didn't reply. "I think we can figure the answer out for ourselves." Haas snapped bitterly. "You do." He laughed out loud, cruelly. "Great one, Charlie. Just great. So you know, just 'cause you had her once, doesn't mean you get to keep her forever." Charlie stared at him in disbelief, then regained his composure. "What the fuck is that supposed to mean, you complete idiot?" Cena opened his mouth to reply, but Dawn's devilish voice cut him off. Her eyes lighting up immensely, she spoke. "It means that Jackie's been listening outside the door this whole time." Both the men's heads whipped around towards the doorway, where they saw a flash of blonde hair disappearing around the corner, followed by a muffled sob.

Cursing under his breath, Cena ran out the door, leaving Dawn's cackling laughter behind him. He ran down the hallway so fast that people stared at him, wondering what the hell he was in a rush for. He ran, as fast as he could towards her, towards the diva he thought he was in love with, the diva everyone thought he was in love with, down towards her locker room, only to see it closing before his very eyes. Kicking himself, he pounded angrily on the door, yelling out to her, "Jackie! Let me in!" He heard a small scream from the inside, her voice, screaming. "Just leave me alone and go away!" Cena smiled oddly, leaning against the door, his heart beating like a drum inside his chest. "I can't leave you alone, Jacks… there's a reason for that." The door opens partially and he let himself in quietly, walking quickly over toward her, curled up in a ball on the sofa. Sitting down, he pulled her closer toward him, so her head was resting gently on his chest. She was trying to dry her tears, muttering under her breath, "Being.. stupid.."

"It's because I need you here with me, Jackie. Can't you understand that?" He heard her fall silent but doesn't say anything. Neither of them moved, Jackie because she doesn't dare, she's too afraid that if she does, that maybe she'll lose someone close to her again, and Cena because he doesn't want to. Jackie wondered to herself, does this mean she loves him? Does this mean he loves her? Jackie's confused, but she closed her eyes as he rocks her gently.

Hedidn't want to let her go… but deep down inside, Cena knew he had to someday.