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Notes: To clear any confusion. The first part of this is in 1st person from John's POV. Then it shifts to my POV in the second part on.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters used in this ficlet.

Chapter Four

How was it that things always seemed to screw up in a matter of seconds? Why was it that fate seemed to hate the most unlikely of people? God, how I wish I knew these damn answers. Things were not going my way, but then again I would be selfish if I thought shit like that.

Another night at the arena. Another night having to make sure to keep her out of harms way. God. I hated myself sometimes. She really shouldn't be here. She should be at home, safe and not putting her and the baby at risk.

Li's due next month and all this is taking its toll on me. It ain't helpin' that I gotta watch as Orton tries to weasel himself back in the picture. He thinks I don't see what he's tryin' to do? The kid makes me want to laugh sometimes. I ain't as dumb as people think I am.

I refuse to let that asshole hurt her again. I'll be damned to hell before I ever let that happen.

-X-

John Cena sighed as he made his way down the crowded arena hallways. Stagehands and crew workers busying themselves as he passed. He was done for the evening, having won his match. All he wanted was to get back to the woman he cared about, wait out the rest of the show with her and then get the hell out of this arena. Away from everything. From everyone. Especially him.

The West Newbury native glared at the floor, his hand running through his hair. In less then a month, Lita was going to give birth to her baby girl. John was happy about that, but angered that the event was being shared with her ex-boyfriend.

Sure the baby was also the St. Louis native's, but as far as Cena was concerned the little prick had no right to be anywhere near the Sanford native and her baby. He may not have much a say when it comes to that, but that still doesn't mean he had to like it. After all he'd been there for her since the beginning and now that Randy knew the truth the little weasel was just trying to get back into the good light.

Cena shook his head to try and rid himself of those previous thoughts. He couldn't let him mind be clouded on things such as an egotistical prick like Randy Orton. Instead he just needed to get to his locker room and get to Lita.

He ran a hand through his hair as he rounded yet another corner. What he saw up ahead was something the West Newbury was not expecting to see. Only a few feet in front of him a very pregnant Lita stood in the arms of Randy Orton. The young man's lips on hers.

John's hand clenched and unclenched at his side before he briskly made his way over, grabbing the back of Orton's shirt and pulled him away from the woman. Cena slammed the younger man hard against the wall, his free hand pulled back and clenched into a fist. He ignored the scream that escaped the brunette woman as his fist came in contact with the self proclaimed Legend Killers face.

"I warned you Orton." he hissed dangerously low, his hand still clenching tightly to the front of the St Louis native's shirt. Randy looked unfazed as he reached a hand up to wipe the blood that slowly trickled out of his mouth.

"John!"

John turned his head and meet those warm hazel eyes. Although this time they didn't look as warm as they should have. He saw a fear in those eyes. Fear, that could possibly be because of him. Cena shook his head, glared once more at the dark haired man he still had a hold on. He gave him one last push before finally relenting his hold. Taking a step back, John looked at Lita, a look of clear disappoint in his crystal blue eyes. Without a word the Boston native turned away and walked away from the two not bothering to look back.

-x-

Lita took a deep breathe as she watched John leave. A shaky hand reaching up to run through her brown locks, while the other came to rest over her stomach.

"He's mad at me now." She said to herself.

"Yeah well he's not going out with you so I don't see why he's so upset." Randy spoke causing the woman to jump slightly at his voice.

Hazel eyes looked up at the tall man, who was still against the wall he had previously been pushed into. He was absently rubbing his sore shoulder as he glared down the hallway the West Newbury native had disappeared down.

"Why did you do that?" Lita asked as she took a step back.

Blue eyes turned to meet hers. "What are you-"

"You kissed me." She interrupted as she wrapped her arms around herself, or tried to.

"Li...I thought that you..."

Lita shook her head. "I think it's best if you just keep your distance for a little while. Please. I-I'll call you sometime." With that the brunette turned away from him and hurried back into the locker room she was to share with John.

Randy reached a hand up to rub his jaw, a smirk slowly forming. He wasn't about to admit to the woman that he had known Cena was rounding the corner when he had. Nor was he going to tell her that he had kissed her for the sole reason of causing the older man to get jealous. Unlike her, he wasn't blind. He could see the older mans affection for her. And that just made attaining his goal all the more worthy it.

-X-

Any one who saw John Cena in the hallways could clearly tell that the man was not in a happy mood. If you couldn't tell from the way he was pushing whatever that was in his way away then the expression on his face said it all.

The Massachusetts native stopped in front of a pile of crates. His fist slamming hard against the wall beside them.

"Well someone looks pissed off." a deep voice said from behind him.

John didn't have to turn around to figure out who it was. Instead he glared at the floor, ignoring the pain in his hand as he slammed his fist into the wall once more.

"What the hell do ya want, Helmsley?" he snapped out.

Hunter's brow rose as he leaned against the wall opposite Cena, watching the younger man carefully. "What's got you so pissed?"

"None of your fuckin' business."

Hunter frowned, "Look I know we aren't exactly the best of friends Cena but it looks to me like you need someone to talk to."

John snapped his head in the older man's direction. "I said it's none of your fuckin' business."

"This wouldn't have to do anything with Orton would it?"

Blue eyes darkened at the name but John didn't say a word.

Hunter nodded his head slowly. "Ah so it does. Let me guess he's trying to get back with your girl?"

"Li ain't my girl. We're just friends." John quickly corrected.

Hunter smirked, "Sure, but you want to be more." When Cena looked ready to interrupt him, Hunter rose a hand to stop him. "A blind man can see how you feel about Lita. Granted I don't see what you see in her but whatever you want kid."

"Listen Helmsley, if ya got a point that you want to be makin' I think ya best be gettin' it out now. Otherwise I want ya to leave me alone."

Hunter shrugged, "I know what Orton's trying to pull. And let me give you a word of advice. If you truly love her, like I know you do, then you'll tell her before things move out of your favor. Orton won't stop till he gets what he wants, no matter who he hurts along the way. Trust me. I know that kid better then anyone else." He offered the young man a small smile and patted his shoulder before he continued down the hall.

John watched him as he left. Blue eyes then closing as he leaned back against the wall to think over what the Game had just told him.