(A/N) I don't know Christy's real age so I took a wild guess in that area.

Almost a month had gone by since the underground fighting finals incident, and John was still as miserable as ever. The only two places John was at these days was at home and at the club. Currently, it was 12 midnight, and John was putting away shot after shot of hard alcohol at home. He was settling his nerves for what he was about to do. His heart couldn't take it anymore. It hurt so badly, it threatened to just explode in his chest. He couldn't bear to live without her anymore. He couldn't let her live the rest of her life, thinking that he was a murderer. Because he wasn't. he had to tell her the truth. He had to tell her everything. John poured himself one last stiff shot and downed it. He steadied himself onto his feet and walked over to where the telephone lay on the receiver. He picked it up and dialed Torrie's hand phone number of by heart.

It was ringing. He tried to breath steadily, but it came in tense, erratic spurts. His heart was pounding in his chest.

5 rings and she still didn't pick up.

12 rings. His heart sank deeper into his stomach, still beating at 150 beats per minute.

"Look John, I don't want to talk to you. Please just leave me alone." Torrie's voice came on the line, a little irritated.

How the hell did she know it was him? Caller ID. Of course. But that must mean that she still had his number on her phone. She still hadn't let go.

"Torrie, please. You don't have to talk. Just listen. I want to tell you the truth."

"The truth John? I think it's a little too late for the truth. The truth would have been good about 8 months ago."

"NO Torrie! Don't hang up. Please. Better now than never right? You need to know."

A pause on the line.

"Torrie?"

"Ten minutes John. I'll give you ten minutes. I'm in a hurry."

John used every second of the given ten minutes to recount the events of that night, which happened so long ago, yet was still so vividly imprinted into his memory.

John had finished telling Torrie everything of what happened with Shawn, Rick and himself that night and silence had descended upon the telephone line. Torrie was trying to decipher everything John had told her, and trying to work out for her self, what was true and what wasn't. She concluded that everything must be true. John had no reason to lie to her any further. He had no reason to mislead anymore. She finally broke the deafening silence.

"This still doesn't change anything."

"I know." John said solemnly.

"Why bother? Why now?" She asked.

"Because, I couldn't bear living out the rest of my days, letting you think I was a murderer."

"You still are! Don't you get it? You left him there to die. You didn't do a damn thing to help him. You could have placed an anonymous phone call to the cops. Anything! But you didn't. You are just as guilty as Shawn is."

"Just answer me one question Torrie. Are you happy?"

"What?"

"Are you happy? With Hunter?"

"John… I have to go."

"Don't avoid the question Torrie. Answer it truthfully, and I'll leave you alone forever. I promise. Are you happy?"

Silence.

"I have to go." Torrie repeated and disconnected the line. But in actual fact, she didn't have to go anywhere. She hung up the phone, put her head in her hands, and cried.

John listened to the monotonous beep which signaled the end of the phone call. He hung up the phone dejectedly. The fact that Torrie didn't answer his question was all he needed to know. He made his way back to the living room. He was just about to park himself in his sofa when the phone rang. Frustrated, he stalked back over to the telephone.

"Hello?" He answered in a little more than hostile tone.

"Hey, Cena. Amigo. It's me. Rey Rey."

"Oh. Hey Rey. Watsup." Cena asked.

"We got a problem. I'm at St. Vincents emergency." Rey said. His voice was strained and erratic.

"St. Vincents? What the hell is going on? Are you all right?" John asked worryingly.

"Yeah. I'm alright. But Eddie isn't. He was stabbed. He's in critical condition."

"Wha…I'm on my way."

A loud knock on the door interrupted Hunter's brooding.

"Who is it?" He called out rather brashly.

"It's me boss." Randy called out.

"Well, come in then." Hunter replied, sitting up straight in his chair.

Randy entered the office and closed the door behind him. He stood there, looking absent mindedly at his boss, not sure what to do next.

"Well? Did you do it?" Hunter enquired eagerly.

"Yeah. Eddie Guerrero is officially out." Randy brought his hand across his neck in an obscene motion signaling he had completed the task.

"Good. Did you plant the evidence?"

"Yup. Chris Jericho should be getting a visit from the cops sometime in the near future."

"Good, good. With some luck, we might be able to kill off two birds with one stone." Hunter said more to himself than to Randy. "Ok. You did good. Go home."

Randy smirked, overflowing with pride, left the office.

"Hehehehe. Oh you are soooooo naughty." Christy giggled. She cuddled up snuggly in Dave's arms. The two lay naked and sweaty in bed. Dave lay on his back, staring blankly at the ceiling. Christy, noticing that Dave's mind was elsewhere, shifted her position so that she could get a good look at his face.

"What's the matter? Wasn't that good for you?" She asked.

"Wha…uh…yes… I mean no. No, it was good. It was great." Dave said, snapping out of his day dream.

"Dave, what's wrong." Christy asked, placing a hand on his chest. "You can tell me anything. You know that right?"

"Yes. Of course I know that."

The two of them lay there in an awkward silence for a few minutes. Finally, Christy cut the silence in half with a knife.

"I know about you and Hunter."

Dave showed no signs of hearing what she just said. He remained quiet and still.

"I know he's using me to control you. I know everything Dave. I just didn't say anything because I wanted you to tell me yourself. Obviously you don't trust me enough." She said. Christy unwrapped herself from his arms and sat on the edge of the bed. Dave sat up and moved over next to her.

"I do trust you Christy. I trust you with my life. I just don't want you to get hurt."

"Dave. I'm 29 years old. I can take care of myself. I don't need you looking after me all the time. I need you to look after us."

They both sat in silence. The silence said more than any words could at that current moment. If one thing was for certain about their future, it was that nothing was for certain.

"Dave?" Christy whispered softly. "Dave?" After ensuring that Dave was fast asleep, she crept out of bed. She slipped on her cotton slippers and silently crept into the living room, picking up the cordless telephone on the way to the couch. She had contemplated this move since they had that talk earlier that night. She decided that if Dave couldn't look after them, then she would. What made her decided to turn to the man she was about to call, she was unsure. It was partly due to the fact that she saw this man fight Dave with such ferocity, and such integrity, that made him a wise choice. Looking up his name in the yellow pages which lay conveniently on the coffee table, she dialed the number.

"Yes." Said a man hastily.

"Hello? Is this John Cena?"

"It is. Who wants to know?"

"Christy Hemme. I'm…"

"I know who you are. What the hell do you want? Make it quick, I'm in a hurry."

"I'm sorry if I caught you at a bad time, but…" Again she was interrupted.

"Look. I can't talk right now. I need to go to the hosp…" This time it was John who was interrupted.

"Please. Just give me one minute."

"Okay. Fine. Hurry!"

"Dave wants to join your gang." She blurted out.

"Well then he should talk to me personally. Not through his secretary." John replied rudely.

Christy was a little frustrated by John's constant interruptions and aggressive tone, but she put up with it, seeing that she was seeking a big favor from him.

"Look just let me explain…" And with that, Christy informed John of their current situation.

(A/N) Wow… a lot has happened in those three chapters. Review them and tell me what you think. Anything you wanna say, just say it. With the new reply thing, I can answer any questions you have. I've got the next chapter almost done. Should be up this weekend so look out for it then.