Title: Overprotective
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters you recognize. All others are from my imagination.
Notes: See previous chapters. Sorry it's so short but things will pick up.
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Chapter Ten - Goodbyes for now
After breakfast and the discussions between the siblings, the six WWE workers soon found themselves scattered among two rental cars. Dave Batista and Victoria occupying the black Lincoln navigator from the previous night., calming discussing the issues of what they were going to do from this point one with them being on separate shows. While the Animal also kept a wary eye on the red '94 Mustang behind them, knowing full well who was currently at the wheel.
While the conversation in the SUV was calm, it wasn't the same for the occupants of the Mustang.
"Dammit woman!" John snapped, "And you were complainin' about the way I fuckin' drove the other night."
Anya smirked, "Well no one told you to drive with me now did they. I gave you all the chance to drive with D." She flashed him a Chester cat grin. "Where's you're sense of adventure?"
Blue eyes narrowed and clenched tightly to the 'Oh Shit' bar, as the young woman waved between traffic.
In the back Randy and Alex remained quiet until the third generation superstar broke the silence between them. "I don't know whose worse at driving Mr. 'If they haven't pulled us over yet were fine' or Miss. 'Innocent' up there."
Alex snorted at the last comment. "From what we've seen of shorty, she is far from innocent. Only in the eyes of her brother." She received an indifferent snort from the black haired woman at the wheel.
The dark haired superstar rolled his eyes, "If D saw her last night I don't think John would be here. Ow! What the hell was that for?"
"Stop talkin' 'bout us like we ain't even here." John snapped as he glared at his younger friend.
Alex laughed before leaned forward and patting the Champion's cheek. "Aw, did we hit a nerve? You know it's true."
John rolled his eyes and forcefully leaned back in his seat.
"Anya I don't think you're suppose to be that close to that car..." Alex trailed off, glancing cautiously in front of them.
"It official, we all agree to never let Anastasia Roman drive us anywhere again?" Randy questioned.
"Yes!" Came the chorus of John and Alex.
Anya rolled her eyes as they stopped at a stop sign at the airport. "My driving isn't all that bad."
Alex snorted, "Like hell it ain't."
John laughed, " Last night you drove fine, why ya drivin' all crazy like now?"
"I had a car of drunken people." She replied simply as if it were the oblivious answer.
This time Randy rolled his eyes. "Oh thank God." he mumbled as they finally pulled into a parking spot. The three quickly leaving the car for safer ground. "Why didn't you warn us!"
Dave laughed, "Don't blame it on me. I tried to warn you all not to let her drive but did you listen? No, so don't blame me. And what's wrong Cena I thought going fast was your type of thing?"
John frowned, "It is but not when we're goin' at neck break speed." A pointed glare was sent towards the young driver. Anya simply smiled and shrugged her shoulder before she moved to open the trunk of the rental.
-X-
Inside the airport everything was a lot calmer. The six sat waiting for their respective flight to be called.
"So whose flights are leaving first?" Alex asked, glancing at the others.
"Ours is." Randy said as he pointed to himself and Batista. "I leaves at 2."
Alex glared at her ticket and mumbled, "That's my flight."
Dave rolled his eyes, "Oh God, help me. With you two there this flight isn't gonna be a nice one."
Hazel eyes flared, "And what's that suppose to mean?"
"Well just imagine it girly, you two together? Come on."
Victoria eyed the trio suspiciously, "Ahem...care to share?"
Randy shook his head. "It's nothing Victoria, don't worry about it. D's just talking about our constant bickering. Isn't that right D?"
The big man snorted, "Like hell I am." Receiving an elbow in his gut from his sister, Dave immaturely stuck out his tongue before he vacated the seat he was occupying to make a run to the bathroom.
"My flight doesn't leave till 3." Anya stated to avoid any further conflicts from developing.
A huge grin appeared on the WWE Champions face as he wrapped an arm around the young woman's shoulder. "Great, now I have someone to talk to on the trip. I ain't gonna be bored."
Anya rolled her eyes as she lightly shoved the dark haired superstar. "Okay whatever get off me." She mumbled jokingly.
John feigned hurt, "What's up with this? Givin' me the cold shoulder? Your so damn cruel."
The black haired woman rolled her eyes once more, however she did lean closer to him. Her hands poised against his chest as she moves her head closer as if to kiss him. "You haven't known me long enough to know whether I've been cruel or not." She smiled innocently before pushing away and getting up from the seat.
"Now that was cruel." He huffed as Randy laughed.
"Shot down."
"Whatever." John mumbled as he sat back in the chair with his arms crossed, a pouty expression appearing on his face as he continued to grumble.
The group had then fallen into ideal chatter. The three women sitting opposite the men, discussing the latest movies. Randy and John listened in until the topic of chick flicks began. Their attention soon turned and went to that of playing a short lived game of rock, paper, scissors. Because shortly after beginning the little game, Dave returned and the Smackdown! peoples' flight had been announced to be boarding. The group made their way to a little ways before the entrance of the terminal.
"Keep in touch man." John said as he shook Randy's hand.
The young man laughed, "You act like you're never going to see me again."
The older man shrugged, "It'll be awhile though. There ain't many shows where both rosters are together."
"Yeah I know. Just stay out of trouble. I don't want to have to hear about you getting your sorry ass into some sort of predicament."
John rolled his shoulder, "Ain't my fault trouble comes looking for me."
Randy rolled his eyes.
Alex and Anya were having a similar conversation, however theirs included exchanging to cell numbers for details that both women new needed to be shared. A little ways away from the quartet, Victoria and Dave were having a much more private conversation.
"Now we can do this right?" Victoria asked, slightly unsure.
Dave smiled, "Of course we can. I'm not going to do anything. Besides Randy and Alex will most likely be watching me, I'm not stupid enough to do something in front of them."
The comment earned him a slap in the arm.
"I was kidding Vi. Trust me."
"I do."
"Good."
Dave soon brought his lips down to the black haired vixen, igniting a heated kiss between the two. The two were left alone until it was dangerously close for the Smackdown superstars to miss their flight.
"Yo Dave."
The two didn't budge.
"Batista, let's go we're going to miss our flight." Randy stated as he patted his friends shoulder.
Again the two didn't budge.
"Cena just ran off with your sister."
That did it.
Dave pulled away looking down at Victoria apologetically before glaring around. "Where the hell did he go"
"I didn't go any where, but ya gonna miss your flight if y'all don't hurry." John smirked innocently from beside Anya.
Dave grunted and stole one more kiss from Victoria before saying good-bye to his sister and friend. The three Smackdown! superstars hurried to catch their flight.