Disclaimer:I own nothing other then my OC's Anya and Alex and anyone else you don't recognize.

Pairing(s): John/Anya(OC), Randy/Alex(OC)

Notes: See previous chapters. Christy Hemme wasn't fired. Bischoff is still around. I may or may not use a few current storylines. We'll see.

Distribution: Ask and you shall receive.

Chapter Eleven- Uneasy Flights...

The Trio heading for Smackdown, entered the plane. Luckily for Dave he found out that he wasn't seated beside Randy and Alex. Instead he was seated towards the front beside Rey Mysterio. The shorter wrestler questioned the big man about the events that occurred since the group had spilt, to which Dave simply told about what had occurred between Victoria and himself as well as the incident at the hotel that morning. Rey laughing as he tried to imagine Cena freaking out and fearing his life.

Six rows back the duo of Randy and Alex sat quiet. Alex getting the window seat because of Randy's gentlemen gesture. Neither really wanting to bring up the incident from last night until the third generation superstar glanced at the hazel eyed woman, glaring out the window.

"Alex?"

She jumped and glanced behind her. "What?"

The dark haired superstar leaned back in the seat, a hand reaching up to run through his hair. "We need to talk about last night."

Alex rolled her eyes below glaring out the window once again, watching the clouds hurry pass. "What's there to talk about? It was just sex."

Randy frowned. What the hell was this woman's problem.? Last night she was all over him and now she acting like he was some sort of disease. What was up with that?

"Just sex? Maybe but it was unprotected sex." Randy stated lowly so no one around them could listen in.

Hazel eyes focused on deep blue. "The chances of anything happening because of our little one night stand is very unlikely."

"Damn women." Randy mumbled under his breath. "But you can't scratch out the thought of it being possible. It can happen."

"And it's possible nothing is going to happen!" Alexandra snapped. "Why do you care anyway Orton? It's not like you'd have to deal with anything anyway."

Randy sighed. "I can't say that I'll be overly thrilled if you are. After all I am at the peak of my career and to have that slight complication thrown in the mix..."

Hazel eyes darkened. "Well don't worry about a thing on that pretty like head of yours, cause even if I were you'd be the last person I'd look to for help."

The young superstar's jaw clenched, before he directed a glare at her. "It would be partially mine. I'd have a right..."

"Sure you would." Alex snorted, "You'd ran away from this just like you'd run away from everything else."

To say Randy was happy with the woman's accusations was an understatement. If it weren't for the fact that he had to be seated for the flight he would have shot up and yelled at her. With a clenched jaw he spoke.

"I would not ran away from my kid." Alex snorted, but Randy didn't allow her to interrupt. "Whether you like it or not, if you happen to be I'm going to be right there with you and you can't do a thing about it."

Alex stared at him in disbelief, "You are such a self-center jerk!" She threw up her hands to emphasis her point. "Fine you know what. When we land, before I go back to the hotel I'll -"

Before she could say more the former heavyweight champion interrupted her. "

"No what you'll do is go get the morning after pill. That way in case you are you can get rid of it."

He glanced at her, only too feel a sting sensation on his cheek not long after. He had never thought she'd slap him. His hand rose to caress the sore cheek as blue eyes met with seriously pissed off hazel. The young woman quickly turned her head to glare out the window, refusing to look at him.

For the next few minutes, the two sat in a dangerously silent atmosphere. Neither wanting to talk. Randy was still pissed about being slapped yet again, while Alex was more concentrated on how much of pig-headed asshole he was being. After a while, Alex sighed. Her chin resting on her opened palm as she continued to stare out at the passing clouds.

"You know," She whispered, "I would never do something like that. Even if I had been raped or something, I wouldn't just throw away the life of an unborn baby. If a guy ever accused me of something like that I would slap him in a heartbeat or less."

For once Randy didn't comment. He figured it was for his best interest if he kept his thoughts to himself, at least for right now. The third generation superstar closed his eyes as he leaned back in the seat, his arms crossed when all he wanted was to try and get some rest. But that was soon abolished when thoughts, he'd rather not be thinking quickly came into his mind.

The pair hadn't noticed -despite their usage of whispers- that their conversation had been listened to by the two occupants behind them. One remained quite interested while the older wanted to have a little discussion with the two.

-X-

Meanwhile...

John and Anya were seated in their seats waiting for the other passengers to take their seats. The two currently keeping themselves occupied by having a thumb war. Various co-workers walked pass the two shaking their heads more at the antics of the 28 year old champion more so then of his young companion. Anya laughed at the glum expression on John's face.

"Ya little cheater." He stated, as he held out his hand once again. "3 outta 5."

Anya smiled as she pushed a few strands of hair away from her face. "Just take your loss and run Cena. You ain't gonna beat me."

The young champion snorted, "Woman please, the only reason your little ass is winnin' is cause ya been cheatin' from the getgo. Usin' ya other hand to push down my thumb."

The dark haired woman stuck out her tongue. Just as John was about to make a comment another voice broke into the conversation from across the aisle.

"Suck it up Cena. You're losing your touch if you're losing to a chick." Tyson Tomko stated with a smirk.

Cena frowned as he glared at the taller man from around Anya. "No one asked for you're input Tomko."

"Hey man I'm just stating the obvious.." Tyson shrugged, then raised a brow when John reached over Anya to extend his hand to the taller man. "I'm not gay Cena. I'm not going to hold your hand during the flight."

John's nose scrunched in disgust. "I ain't like that man. Why would I want ya when I got her?" He asked patting the dark haired woman beside him with his free hand.

Tyson glanced at young woman, who appeared to be trying desperately not to laugh. She shook her head lightly when she met the older mans stare and smiled.

"I want a match." John coughed to regain Tomko's attention.

Tyson snorted before he cracked his neck and extended his hand. "Prepare to lose Cena."

"Ya wish man. I beat Orton all the time."

Tyson laughed as they began the normal procedure for the game. "Orton is a whiney papa's boy. You're going against one of the big men now Cena."

Blue eyes rolled and the game began. Anya watching as she tried not to laugh at the immature banter between the two grown men. The little 'match' continued, neither man wanting to give up and putting up quite the fight. It wasn't till someone coughed in front of the that Anya glanced up and glared at the white haired man.

"Gentleman?" The annoyed voice of Eric Bischoff growled.

Distracted, John looked up giving Tyson the win. The bald man smirking confidently before he too looked up at the General Manager of Raw.

"Ah it if ain't Bisch, what brings you to this neck of the words whitey?" John asked as he moved back into a more appropriate position.

"Cut the bullshit Cena. People are trying to get to their seats and you and Tomko are messing around preventing the plane from taking off." Brown eyes falling on the female figure beside him. "What are you doing here with him?"

Anya rolled her eyes, "It isn't my fault I was placed here. The airline chose my seat not me so don't go breathing down my neck about it."

"Smart ass little bitch." Bischoff muttered under his breath, before he coughed and spoke clearly. "After this you are to come with me to get your flight arrangements."

Dark eyes blinked, "You can't be serious I refuse to do that."

"You really have no choice, now do you? I told you to stay away from that thug."

Before Anya could get in a word, Tyson interrupted, "Uh, Eric? You know you were just complain' about us blocking the aisle. Well it looks like you're causing the problem now. You might want to move."

Eric glanced behind him and sure enough there was a number of people trying to get to their seats, but with the road block in the form of Eric Bischoff that was impossible. The white haired GM mumbled something about seeing them in his office later that night and continued down the aisle to his seat.

Anya fumed, "God I hate that man."

Tomko and Cena laughed.

"And ya haven't even been 'ere for more then a day." John stated.

Anya rolled her eyes, "Whatever. He's a prick."

"Can't argue with you there." Tyson replied.

"Oh I'm rude." Anya said with a smiled, quickly reaching out to shaking Tyson's hand. "I'm Anastasia Roman, but please call me Anya. I'm Dave's little sister."

Tyson's brow rose, "Dave Batista?" Anya nodded, "And he's letting you see him?" Tyson asked pointing to Cena. He whistled. "Dave must be sick or something."

That comment caused the young woman to laugh and the young champion to glare. "No, we're not dating I only met John yesterday." Anya stated, not noticing the look of disappoint that crossed the champions face for a moment only to be quickly disappear. The look had not gone unnoticed by the big enforcer, who left a mental note to have a little chat with the young man later.

"So how is Big D doing?" Tyson asked.

The question lead into a conversation between the young Heavyweight champions sister and the Problem Solver. Anya telling the older man about the hook up between her brother and Victoria. Tyson not as surprised at finding out about the hook up as she would have thought. The plane soon took off as the two continued with their conversation which included Anya telling the bald man how much she liked it thus far, her being drilled about if she knew anything about the reasoning behind Chris Jericho coming into their shared hotel room drunk, and also the recent developments between the young Chris Masters and Christy Hemme.

While the two talk, John remained unusually quiet in his seat. Blue eyes closed as he thought over a few things that were oddly beginning to bother him. he hadn't realized how long time had gone by till he felt a small hand on his arm. The champion jumping in surprise, causing the woman beside him to giggle.

"Sorry did I scary ya?"

John rolled his eyes, "No one scares me."

"Right. I believe ya." She smiled innocently at the playfully glare he sent her.

John removed his hat and ran his fingers through his hair. "So what, did you and Ty run out of things to talk 'bout?"

Anya rolled her eyes in reply. "He fell asleep so I decided wanted to bother you again."

"Don't I feel special." He mumbled.

The dark haired woman yawned, "You should."

"Ya look tired."

Anya shrugged, "Movement makes me sleepy." She stated, her eyes slowly beginning to droop.

John smirked, "The go to sleep."

"Fine I will." Anya shifted closer, so she could use John's shoulder as a pillow.

"Who said you could use me as a damn pillow?" He asked jokingly. When the young woman didn't respond he blinked and leaned forward enough to see that she had fallen asleep. He smiled as he carefully moved her enough so that his arm could wrap around her shoulders.

So what if they weren't going out? Didn't mean it would stop him from putting a move on her. He was going to have a lot more fun now that she was the Raw team and any reason to get Bischoff more pissed off was always good in his mind.