Chapter 3: Mornings of Gold

Night woke up and looked at the nearest clock. It was almost noon . Night snuggled deeper into John's arms and closed her eyes. John moved slightly and got off the bed as quietly as he could without disturbing Night. He kissed her cheek and left the room.

Night smiled and hugged the blankets closer to her. After a few minutes, when John was shaking her gently, Night realized she had fallen back asleep. John set a tray in front of her when she had sat up. There was bacon, eggs, toast, milk, juice, and jam.

Night looked at the food. I can't eat all of this… oh well. Se started eating. In between bites, she said, "You didn't have to do this for me." John smiled.

"Yeah I know, but I feel responsible for you. After all, it is my fault that you were kidnapped."

"Why didn't you come to look for me?" Night asked. The question had been plaguing her since she had woken up after being taken. John frowned. Night could tell he had been dreading this question.

"I thought that you had gone home. I thought you didn't want to stay with me." He looked down as if ashamed.

Night gave John a quick hug. "It's okay. I forgive you. Is there any place that I can shower and get a change of clothes?" Night asked, quick to change the subject.

John nodded and left for a while. Night finished eating all the food that she could and got up. She stretched and hugged John's shirt close to her. She walked to the bathroom and took a quick shower. Apparently, John liked strawberry shower stuff and had specifically requested some. Either that or just got some for her that morning. Night was lotioning herself up when John returned. She wrapped a towel around herself and went out to see what kind of clothes John had bought her.

He had four bags full of clothes sitting on the bed.

"Did you have to buy all these clothes? I'm almost certain I could never wear all these clothes at once."

John shrugged. "I asked the cashier if she could help me pick out some clothes for a girl. Before I finally got out of the store, I had five or six helping me pick out clothes. That would be the reason I have all these. You can have them all; I can't very well use them."

Night went over and looked through the bags. Some of the clothes were way too preppy for her, but there were some cute clothes. Night picked out some lacy pink and green underwear. She rifled through the sacks and came up with a very cute, long sleeved, orange button up shirt with small pink pinstripes. Night smirked and went through another bag. She pulled out a pair of faded jeans with holes in them. Not the kind that have the holes in weird places, but the kind that had the holes that you would get from wearing them all the time.

Night grabbed her chosen clothes and a small bag of cosmetics that John had bought. She also grabbed some ankle-high neon green socks and walked back to the bathroom. Night changed, put on some make-up and walked back out. John smiled and opened his arms.

Night giggled at his cheesiness and went to run over to him, but forgot she was only wearing socks. She slipped on the linoleum and fell on her butt. John smiled and tried not to laugh. He walked over to her and held out his hand. Night glared up at him.

"Oh come on. It's not my fault you fell on your butt."

"Yes, it is."

"How's that?"

"If you weren't so darn cute, I wouldn't have run toward you. Therefore, I wouldn't have fallen down," Night replied and took John's hand. She stood up and wrapped her arms around his neck. John smiled back and wrapped his arms around her waist. Night stood on her tiptoes and kissed John's lips lightly. John pulled her tighter against himself and kissed her back.

Night flicked the tip of her tongue out to touch John's lips. She could feel John smirk against her lips and he flicked her tongue with his. John lifted Night off the floor and took her over to the couch. He laid her on it and broke lip contact. Night ran her fingers over John's lips and smiled. John leaned back down and began to kiss Night's neck. Night giggled and pulled him closer. John was kissing his way back up to Night's lips when someone knocked on the door.

"Cena, time to get up! We have to go practice!"

John rolled his eyes and continued his ministrations on Night. The knocking increased its intensity.

"CENA! Don't make me break down this door!"

Night pushed John away. "As much as I'm loving this, you'd better go open the door."

John sighed and got up to go open the door.

"What do you want?" he asked as he opened the door. Matt Hardy was standing there ready to knock again.

"You know that we are supposed to be there right now. In fact, we are already 'fashionably' late!"

John rolled his eyes and opened the door further. "Well, come in. I have to go shower quickly, but you can wait with Night." John walked away and Matt closed the door. He walked over and sat by Night. He was wearing the same cologne that he had been wearing the night before. It made her dizzy. Matt put his arm around Night and pulled her close to him.

"Night, I have some bad news. That janitor that helped you last night? He, uh… he's passed on."

Night gasped. "What? What happened?"

"He was walking home late last night and was caught in the middle of a gang fight. He was shot."

Night put her head against Matt's chest. A tear slid down her face and buried itself in Matt's shirt. He was such a nice funny old man. I never actually got to talk with him. Poor guy. It's so sad. I bet his family is heart broken. Did he have any family? That thought made Night sadder.

A throat was cleared and Night looked up to see a squeaky clean John standing there. He took one look at her tear stained face and stood her up. He pulled her close to him and patted her on the back. One hand stroked her long black hair.

"Sh, it's okay. Everything will be alright." He doesn't even know what's wrong and yet he still can effectively comfort me.

Night took a deep breath and breathed in the sweet proliferious bouquet that was John's smell. He smelled wonderful and it was not a smell that made Night dizzy. She backed out of John's arms.

"Well, I think it is high time that we adjourn to where ever it is we are supposed to be."

John nodded and Matt opened to door. All three of them exited the room and went to their separate cars, except for Night who rode with John. They reached the arena without incident. John walked over and helped Night out of the car. They walked into the arena and John went to work out. Night lay back against the chair she was sitting in. Night closed her eyes and drifted into the place between sleep and awake. Her mind was completely blank. A large hand came and tapped her on the head.

"Uh, you sleeping?"

"No, I'm just contemplating the greater meaning of life," Night replied opening her eyes. A giant person was about three inches from her face. Night creamed. A hand clamped over her mouth.

"Sh! what's the problem?" The body asked. Night's eyes swam into focus. Batista stood in front of her. Night raised an eyebrow.

"What do you want?" she asked aggressively.

"Whoa, what's the hostility?"

"I'm sure you're the one that kidnapped me!"

"I did not!" Batista said affronted. Night re-raised her eyebrow. Batista gave her a look that was pleading without actually pleading. I need to master that look. Night patted the seat beside her. Batista smiled a triumphant smile and sat down.

"So…" Batista said. Night smirked to herself and closed her eyes.

"Is that what you came here to do? Sew?"

Batista gave her a quizzical look and even though Night couldn't see it, she smiled.

"Just forget about it. It doesn't matter. So why did you really come over here?"

"Would you like to go to lunch with me?" he asked hesitantly. Lunch? Is John planning on taking me? I don't know. I'll have to go ask him.

"I'm going to have to ask John first."

"So you always do everything John says? Come on, your old enough to make decisions by yourself."

"If you are going to be rude, then I won't go at all! I don't want to make John mad. If you do remember, John and you are feuding."

Batista nodded and gave his acquiescence. "Fine. Go ask John. He'll say no, though."

Night nodded and got up to go find John. She found him bench pressing some weights. They looked heavy.

"Uh, John, can I talk to you?"

John put the bar on the holder and stood up. "Yeah, sure. What did you want?"

Night smiled. He's so hot when he gets done working out.

"I was wondering if it would be okay with you if I could go to lunch with Batista. Just lunch. That's all," Night said slowly.

John glared over at the door. Night turned around and found Batista standing in the doorway. Grr! Why did he have to come? He's going to make it harder to get John to say yes! John started toward him, but Night per her hand on his chest. He looked down at her. Night gave him a look and kissed his chin. John stopped and kissed Night.

"John, come on. It's only lunch. I promise I'll be careful. Please." She gave him a puppy dog look. John's eyes softened. He kissed her again and hugged her close.

"Okay. Go ahead, but stay in well populated, well lit areas," John said softly letting her go.

"Yes, mother," Night replied smiling and kissed John again. She walked over to Batista. He put his arm around her and smirked back at John. John watched Night's retreating figure and sighed.

Night smiled. Lunch with 'Tista. This is gonna be interesting...

Author's note: I hope that this chapter was good. I quite liked it, although Preston (my friend) refused to read it because they made out. He's kind of a weird guy. Anyway, I hope I left a moderately good cliffhanger that will keep you coming back for more. Please Review! Reviews are very much appreciated! I love them. I adore them! YAY!

Disclaimer: I don't own anything you recognize... unless you've read the first two chappies cause then youd recognize Night and Preston, who both belong to me... actually Preston belongs to himself, but for the sake of the story, I own him. Much like Mikie, who isn't in this chapter, but will be in later chapters. Ya know this disclaimer is almost as long as my author's note. Hm...