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Chapter 24

John was getting ready for his 'I quit' match as Becki was attempting to do some work, she wasn't very successful. Shutting her laptop in frustration she got up and stomped over to the sofa at the other side of the room. John watched her as she fell onto it, pulling her legs under her she rested her head on the arm of the sofa.

"You ok?" he asked while pulling his t-shirt over his head.

"Can't concentrate" she mumbled, her cell phone rang.

John glared at it, he never wanted to hear another phone ring as long as he lived. He'd thrown her phone in the trash at least three times but Becki kept taking it back out. Becki picked it up, after she checked the screen she threw it back down. Walking over to the sofa John picked the cell up, turned it off and once again threw it in the trash.

As Becki raised her eyes to him John said "I swear if you take it back out I'll stomp on the damn thing"

Becki said nothing as he knelt in front of her "We'll get you a new one, everyone calls you on my cell anyway." That was true, her dad, Joanne and Randy had all been calling her on John's phone since she had told him about Dean.

John kissed her forehead before he stood back up, this would be the first time she had been out of his sight for more than ten minutes since he found out about Dean.

"Try and get some sleep while I have my match" he knew she still hadn't been sleeping well and he had to practically pin her to bed sometimes to get her to stay there.

"I'll try" she murmured, already falling asleep.

John kissed her forehead again before heading out for his match.

Becki had dozed in and out of sleep for about 30 minutes until she gave up trying. Looking at her watch she figured John wouldn't have long left till his match was over. She never really watched the matches, too many years of ignoring the TV when Mel was watching wrestling had left it's mark on Becki.

Leaving the dressing room, she headed towards catering to get something to drink. It only took her a minute to locate a bottle of water and she really didn't want to go back to the dressing room, shrugging she decided to go to the gorilla position and watch the end of Johns match. As soon as she got there, she regretted it!

Becki arrived to see John walk through the curtain covered in blood. He looked like something out of a horror movie, the blood was pouring out of his head and down his chest, yet unbelievably he was grinning. She stood frozen as she watched a medic descend on him and start asking him questions. John hadn't noticed that Becki was there and she didn't know what it was, but seeing him like that scared the life out of her. It caused her to think about Dean and what happened to Melody, then awful images of something happening to John flashed through her mind and she burst into tears. It was only then that John noticed her.

Waving the protesting medic away John walked over to Becki.

"Don't cry" he murmured as he pulled her into a hug.

Becki didn't reply, instead she fell into his embrace not caring that she would also be covered in blood now.

"What's wrong?"

"Look at you" Becki sniffed

John didn't realise what she meant at first until he looked down at the top of her head and noticed his blood was dripping on her.

"Bex I'm ok" he said as he ran his hands down her arms and gently pushed her away from him.

"No your not" she protested as she looked down at herself, her cream top had turned crimson.

John took her hand as the medic insisted that he had to go and get stitches.

"Come on, let them patch me up and we can go"

Back at the hotel John sat on the edge of the bathtub as Becki gently wiped the blood from his face. She had been so freaked out at the arena that John had to annoy the medics even more by insisting they just stitch him up quickly and let him go. Becki had also insisted on driving back to the hotel which had been an experience, she had got them lost by taking two wrong turns, it took them over an hour to find their way back. John smirked as he thought about what they must have looked like walking into the hotel, him with his face covered in blood and Becki, blood all over her top, in her hair and smudged on her face. Needless to say they had received plenty of strange looks.

"What are you smiling about?" Becki asked as she removed the last of the blood from his forehead.

"How funny we must have looked walking into the hotel" John replied as he stood up, placing his hands on her shoulders he spun her round and sat her down where he had been. Kneeling in front of her, he gently wiped his blood from her cheek.

"Are you ok now?"

"Yeah" Becki whispered.

"Why were you crying?" he asked, his fingers lingering on her cheek.

"I dunno" she shrugged "Seeing you like that made me think"

"About what?" John grabbed her hand and pulled her to her feet.

"Something bad happening to you!" just the mere thought of it caused another tear to escape and roll down her cheek.

John smiled as he wiped the tear away with his thumb, resting his forehead against hers he replied "Nothing bad is going to happen to me"

"You don't know that"

"Trust me" John replied as he hugged her to him. Becki sighed and rested her head against his chest.

"You can shower first" John said as he pulled away from her. He was about to go out the door when Becki grabbed his hand.

"Shower with me" Becki replied as she dragged him towards her and captured his lips with her own.

Two hours later a sated Becki turned to a fidgeting John,

"John! Stop fidgeting, what's with you?" she couldn't help but smile when she saw him tangled up in the sheets.

"Sorry" he flipped over so he was lying on his back "Ok! I'm good"

Becki curled back up into a ball, two minutes later, John started to fidget again.

"John!" Becki mumbled as she turned to face him completely, pulling the sheet over her naked skin as she did.

"Sorry"

"What's with you? You've slept in my bed for the past four days and you haven't been like this"

John grinned "For the past four days we ain't been doin' what we just did!"

Becki laughed "That doesn't explain why you can't stay still"

John sighed "Sorry but I really want a sandwich!"

Becki stared at him for a moment before she started laughing "A sandwich?"

John shrugged "Yeah"

"then go and get one"

"You don't mind?" John asked, propping himself up on his elbow

"Why would I?"

"Most girls go crazy when I do this"

"Ah so you do it all the time then?" Becki asked trying not to laugh

"I cant help it! Besides it's my excuse when I don't wanna stay the night"

Becki laughed "You not coming back then?"

"Oh I'll be coming back" John said as he hopped out of the bed.

Curling back up Becki teased "But you just said you use it as an excuse when you don't wanna stay the night! What makes me different?"

Pulling on his shorts John replied without even thinking "I love you, that's what"