Wishful, Sinful.
Chapter Five.

Jocelyn rounded the corner, hoping to see someone she might recognise. She lost Paul four corridors ago and considering it was the first time at a Raw taping, she was lost and confused.

Picking up her pace, she passed a change room, sighing, she turned back and knocked on the door.

"Hey, is Paul in there?" She called out, stepping into the locker room.

"Nah, but I am." The WWE Champion said, coming out of the showers with a towel wrapped firmly around his waist.

"Uh huh, do you know where he is?" Jocelyn asked, keeping her eyes fixed on his face and not letting them wander down.

"He's talking with Bischoff but his bags are over there." John pointed to the far end of the room.

Jocelyn nodded and walked over; keeping her back to John she rummaged through Paul's belongings.

"Whatcha lookin' for?" John asked, coming up behind her—fully dressed.

"He's got something of mine."

"Yeah, what?"

"My phone."

"Why?"

"You ask too many goddamn questions, piss off."

He laughed. "Why?" He nudged her shoulder playfully and grinned as she growled back.

"So cute!" John teased, jumping back as she aimed a kick to his shins.

"Go die, Doc." Jocelyn said, slipping her phone in her pants pocket.

"Aight, wait. I just thought of something."

"Oh, Jesus."

"If I'm The Doctor o' Thugonomics, that makes you my Naughty Nurse."

"Jocelyn is not going to be your nurse, get your mind out of the sewer Cena." Paul interrupted.

Jocelyn laughed as John froze at the sound of Paul's heavy voice.

"Haha, scared John?" She asked, smirking.

"Shut up."


Hazel eyes flicked left to right, the sound of a finger turning a page and the rise and fall of her chest with the inhale and exhale of air seemed to be only the few things that Jocelyn would do as she sat wedged in between a stack of crates and a wall, almost looking like a homeless woman.

John glanced at her from his position sitting next to her against the crates; they were in the Guerrilla pit, waiting for Paul. John already made his appearance shortly before him and seeing Jocelyn alone he sat with her.

He found her attractive in a gothic sense, her purple hair falling loosely around her face, long chipped nails gripping the book in her grasp and her body clad in layers of baggy dark clothing, with a hint of green here and there.

"You keep on staring at me like that and I'm going to have to gauge your eyes out." Jocelyn muttered to him.

Startled John looked away, "How'd you know I was?"

"I've got mad skills, homie."

John laughed. "No shit, you've been pickin' me up on all sorts of weird stuff."

She shrugged. "I'm simply magical."

The curtains opened ahead and Paul stumbled through, ending their short conversation. Another tall man walked up to him and they shook hands, Jocelyn having not really talked to many people didn't know who he was until both he and Paul walked over.

"Jocelyn, this is Glen or to most, Kane."

Glen smiled, "How's it going?"

"Fine, you?"

Glen nodded, "About the same."

"We'll be back in a few, 'Lyn. The Creative Team is thinking of putting Glen and me in a tag team, so we're going to have a meeting. Be good." Paul said smiling gently at her and both giants walked away.

"They'll be an awesome team, two giants kickin' the shit out of everyone." John commented, watching them go around a bend.

"Yeah, I'm bored." Jocelyn put her book down and looked over to John seeing if he'll suggest anything.

He shrugged at her and looked away to see Adam and Amy Dumas smiling at them, they walked over hand in hand.

"Hey guys, whatsup?" Adam asked, pulling Amy gently to his chest and holding her.

"Tryin' to think of somethin' to do." John replied, he too was bored like Jocelyn and needed to do something.

"Yeah, come out with us. We're going to get something to eat then see what else there is to do here." Amy said.

Jocelyn not speaking picked up her book and slipped it in her backpack and stood up.

"Drop me off at the hotel so I can put my bag back in the hotel and grab my wallet."

The three of them nodded, they waited around for half an hour then headed off, Jocelyn not seeing Paul anywhere didn't bother to find him to say where she was going, 'let him worry, it'll do him good' she thought and followed John, Adam and Amy to their rental.


Mark sat on the hotel bed; phone in hand, waiting for someone to call, he hadn't spoken to many people since his return to the ring. Most of the wrestlers stay out of his way, all hearing of the divorce and being polite and most likely not wanting to get the bad end of his temper leaved him be, alone.

He glanced down at his cell phone and skimmed through the names in the address book. Jacobs, Glen and his number stood out. Sighing since he hadn't spoken to Glen for over month pressed the call button.

Glen rubbed a hand over his head and looked at Paul.

"Calm down, she's gotta be around here somewhere." Glen said, trying to ease the giant's mind of where Jocelyn could be.

"Somewhere? Oh big help there!" Paul clenched his teeth and fists.

Glen turned around, trying to think of something to say or a place to find her. His pockets of his track pants began to vibrate and he reached in and saw Mark's name.

'Oh thank god.' Glen thought answering the phone. "Hey."

Paul watched Glen for a minute until Glen finally looked over and mouthed Mark. Paul nodded and walked over.

"Give me the phone." He said, his voice saying 'ask no questions'.

"What, why?" Glen asked, not paying attention to what Mark was saying.

"Because, I want to ask him something." Paul said, staring hard at Glen.

"Ask him later, I'm on the phone." Glen said, emphasising 'I'm'.

With more quickness then one would find with a 7' man, Paul snatched the phone out of Glen's hand.

"Mark, it's Paul."


Mark blinked, "Hey."

Mark leaned on the bed and listened to Paul explaining that Jocelyn was missing.

"Have you asked anyone else, someone might've seen her gone, I doubt it she'd do anything harmful and she's probably with someone." Mark said, trying to reassure the father.

"Calm down an' ask around. I can't help very much Paul since I'm not there, but if you don't hear from her tonight call the cops or do your own search, she can't have gone far."

Mark smirked over the phone and said a quick take care. Dropping the phone beside him he stretched. He never thought that a 19 year old would cause so much panic, then again she wasn't very stable.

If she were a part of his household, she wouldn't survive with the workload around his ranch as punishment for going missing. Smirking again, he thought he should suggest that to Paul, give her a bit of discipline.


Jocelyn folded her arms on the picnic table and leant her head down. She was tired and they've been out for a few hours under the stars in a national park. She left her phone back in the hotel along with her bag as she changed clothes, so she couldn't know if someone, namely Paul tried calling her.

"Hey Jocelyn, did you even tell Paul where you were?" Amy asked quietly.

Jocelyn mumbled a no and shook her head.

"Well, um. Maybe here is your chance."

Jocelyn sat up, "What?"

Amy pointed behind the 19 year old; Jocelyn followed her hand and swallowed a lump in her throat. Paul stood beside the rental car they drove in, his large fists clenched and an extremely angry face.

"Fuck." Jocelyn whispered. She'd only seen him like that once, when she was 13 and got caught smoking weed with her friends, although occasionally she still does it.

All eyes were on Jocelyn, her face white and her hazel eyes wide. Paul trudged over, his large body standing over her and he stared down at her. Jocelyn noted the vein at his temple and stood up, fearing he'd squish her. Sliding out of the picnic table, she stood in front of him. Wondering if she should run or not.

"Car, now." Paul said, oddly in a calm voice, Jocelyn knew that when she was away from the rest he'd explode.

Jocelyn glanced at John, her eyes begging for help. Never, had John seen her begging, for anything, she was strong and almost unemotional except when she showed her temper, even though he has only known her for a few days it seemed like years to him.

"Move it!" Paul snapped. Jocelyn jumped and ran to Paul's own rental car, she leant against it, wishing for her mother's strength.

"If I see you three around my daughter again, God help me."

Paul made his way back and Jocelyn fumbled with the door and sat down and put the seat belt on. He grunted and followed suit, not speaking to her as he started the engine and reversed out of the parking lot.


A/N:
Uh-oh. Sorry for the lack of updates, hopefully it won't take so long now since I'm on holidays!
Reviews are welcome and I'll see you all in Chapter Six!