Chapter 5

A/N: Sorry! I know it's been a long time and I can't wait to get some more reviews from y'all. I've got part of this chapter mapped out, but the rest is 'go-with-the-flow' kind of stuff. Anyways, I'll get started before you get all mad because I'm stalling.

"God, shut up!" John almost screamed with an aggravated tone in his voice. "Leave me alone!" He commanded as he entered the house, not in any way surprising Seany or showing her anything out of the ordinary. She flipped another page in the magazine she was reading, calmly waiting for John to stop fighting with most likely Randy once again.

"What's up you guys," Seany greeted them, turning a page once again. "Missed ya," She added, awaiting her friends to walk through the door.

"Hey." Chris called from the kitchen, walking into the living room and taking a sip of his coffee. "What is it now?"

"She won't shut the hell up!"

Seany and Dave both instantly fell quiet, freezing all action and looking up at the front door. Neither one could believe that John would talk that way about Demi, much less fight with her. She could call John a fag and say the sky was green but he would always agree with everything she said.

"Excuse me?" Seany asked as disbelieving eyebrow rose. "I know you're not talking about your girlfriend… Are you?" She asked, as if it wouldn't surprise her if he had been. John glared at her, clearly getting frustrated at her question.

"NO; her." He tossed his head in the general direction behind him, accidentally gesturing towards Demi without noticing. "She's getting on my last frickin' nerve."

Seany giggled inwardly, her eyes softening and twinkling playfully at John. "Right- your girlfriend," She drug out in a teasing tone, not helping but to grin as he spun around and got even more worked up.

"See, I told you you should get to know her better," Seany heard an unfamiliar voice, causing her entire body to perk up curiously. "If you really love her, you would have known that she was there." The young girl, who seemed like she was around her late teens; had long, sandy-blonde hair, with some of her bangs pulled back and the rest of her hair down. Her eyes were a cloudy blue-green, and reminded Seany of the ocean. A few light freckles were strewn across her nose, and she had somewhat overwhelming natural beauty, with no need to wear anything but maybe a little mascara at the most.

Seany was a little shocked at this new stranger, and felt as if for some reason she was a deer on the verge of being shot. Although she didn't recognize the girl, Chris seemed to immediately. It was then that Seany noticed the resemblance between her and John.

"Haidie?" Chris asked, blinking a few times at the girl. "John, please tell me you're not trying to kill yourself."

John glared at him, walking over to the couch and sitting on the opposite end of Seany. "Na, but my mom is." He muttered, still obviously in a foul mood. "Haidie gets to go on the road with me; and be home schooled." John spat, crossing his arms and leaning against the back of the couch. "You'll never guess by who."

"Oh, I think I might have a shot." Seany smirked, trying not to collapse under the slight intimidation that the girl was pulling. "As long as it's not Randy, she might learn a thing or two." Seany looked over at Haidie, winking briefly and smiling.

"Wait- who is Haidie?" Randy asked from the kitchen; he had also been given the weekend off, and had instantly declined his mother's offer for him to stay with them once again. "I mean, if there's any hot divas comin' up, I'm sure I could teach 'em a thing or two…"

"She's my sister, perv." John seemed to loosen up a little as he threw a pillow like a Frisbee at his sister. "That's the little-demon herself."

"So who's the tutor?" Dave asked, sitting back into the recliner across the room. "I put my money on Teddy."

"Nah, he's too busy. Mine goes on Mysterio." Randy nodded to himself, although it was a slim possibility.

"Speaking of Rey, have you guys ever noticed how cute little Mexican babies are?" Seany asked, flipping a page of the baby magazine she had been reading, turning the picture of the Hispanic baby and onto the next page.

"Oh, that makes me feel confident as to who the father of our baby is." Chris joked, leaning over and playing with his wife's hair.

"I'm bettin' on Michael Cole." Chris guessed, leaning his head against Seany's.

"Do you really think I'd let my little sister anywhere near a rapist?"

Seany smirked. "Well, you let her near Randy." She teased, laughing a little at her joke and the look that Randy threw in her direction.

"Well, you're all wrong." John managed, giving a sigh. "Look, I have no say in it- my mom and Vince drew a contract and I can't do anything about it." Seany looked up and over at him, ready for the serious news. He wouldn't have said anything like that unless there would be a serious outbreak at the news- as if anything else didn't receive a riot already. "It's going to be Amy Simms."

Seany froze, the color draining out of her face and turning pale. Chris had been taking a sip of his coffee, and instantly spat it out, narrowly missing the couch and luckily only hitting the kitchen counter. Randy's jaw dropped, his eyes widening as he struggled not to fall off the couch in his stretched out position. The light squeaking of the rocking recliner stopped as Dave quit moving. John winced as he said in, hoping not to be hit by anything.

There was a long silence, as which Seany tried hard to swallow- and was barely successful. No one dared to say a word, afraid of the unknown of what would happen next. They all knew that it could be anything; anything. Slowly but surely the tension grew tighter between 6; including Demi, who had been silent the entire time she had been inside the house.

"Who's Amy Simms?" Haidie finally spoke, oblivious to the extreme feelings that the group was having at the moment.

"She's a-"

"Bitch."

"Whore."

"Oh my God." Seany muttered, causing the angry voices to become hushed.

John sat up a little straighter. "Oh God, are you having your baby?" He asked, preparedly holding out his hand just incase he had to jump to her rescue- 5 feet away.

"Yeah, in about a week or two," Seany answered, as she winked and calmed herself down. "I just don't want to think about them right now."

"Well, I don't think anyone does." Randy muttered coldly, although he was acting that way at the thought of the red-headed manager.

"I don't," John said, barely understandable through his hands that were covering his face, which muffled his voice.

Seany sighed, running a hand through her hair. "Well, this will be an eventful school year."

5 days later…

Although it had been five days, not much had changed.

Randy had gotten off the couch only to leave for his flight, yet now he was once again collapsed on it and sleeping peacefully. Haidie, whom had turned out to have quite a spark for a personality, turned out to unbelievably make Seany a little more comfortable in the last few days of her pregnancy.

"Seany," Randy grumbled, pulling the blanket he was sleeping with up to his chin.

"Hmm?" Seany asked softly from the recliner, where she and Napoleon were lounging in the recliner together.

"Hey." He muttered, his volume still a little low from the blanket comfortably covering his mouth.

Seany smiled gently to herself, enjoying the warm feeling of the sun shining through the window. Now she couldn't make fun of her cat for it's constantly basking in the sun. "Loser." She giggled ever so lightly, yet it brought out the child inside her nicely.

Rushed footsteps were heard from the hall, with an abrupt stop and a few soft sobs were heard. Demi hurried into the room, instantly causing Seany and the cat to sit up curiously and look at her slightly bloodshot eyes, mascara stained face, and otherwise angelic sorrowful features. Just looking at her made Seany try and brace herself for whatever was coming next- but somehow she felt a lot better being oblivious to the hurt.

Randy propped himself on his elbows, now intrigued and fully awake, reminding Seany of the young puppy that his personality almost always represented. "What happened?" He asked, and the look of excitement still surprised Seany. Yet she couldn't blame Randy for some of his behavior.

Demi paused, taking a deep breath. "I thought- I thought you should know." She stopped, sniffling a little before continuing as she tried to gain and remain calm. "Eddie's dead." She choked, once again beginning to cry.

Seany's heart sank. Demi had been really close to the Hispanic, and it had to be hard. Hell, Seany had seen him around every now and then, and he was always super-nice and a fun guy. He had been young, and even though they had met a brief couple of times, a lump was quickly forming in Seany's throat.

"Right," Randy rolled his eyes, rolling his body over so he was lying on his back and turned towards the soft-volumed TV. "Go tell John his joke wasn't very funny."

In a way, Seany wanted to shake it off like Randy had- she really did want to believe it was just a joke. She wanted so hard for her heart to be wrong; for her feelings that her soul were giving that knew that the news was true. She wanted him to be alive- he was a good person, young and he didn't deserve to die. God she wanted Randy to always be such a kid.

Yet she wondered if Randy knew it wasn't a joke, and he was just trying to fool himself. If he came up with a good excuse, maybe he could trick his heart into believing that it was all just a cruel joke. He had known Eddie when they were on Smack Down together, and reuniting in the past few months had been one of the most thrilling times, full of tricks and pranks that he could think of. His heart knew she was right the first time, but he wouldn't believe it. He couldn't.

"It's true," Demi barely managed through steady sobs, as Randy sighed and walked around to the back of Seany's recliner. Seany dared not to talk, but only to stare at one exact spot in space- because she knew that if she did anything else that she would lose it.

"No, it's not." Randy countered, some playful challenge in his voice, but Seany could pick out hints of hurt and sadness; maybe even a pinch of anger. "Don't lie to me."

"Here," Demi replied, now seeming frustrated through her crying. She thrusted a folded piece of paper into Seany's hands, backing off a few feet and turning her back to them. Seany didn't know why she did it, but what she found inside the urgent e-mail would forever change everything.

It was hard for Seany's hazel eyes to read the paper, but somehow her body overcame her mind and she just began to understand- the ink words pouring out horrible but few details as to what was going on.

Employees of World Wrestling Entertainment,

I am deeply saddened to inform you that Eddie Gory Guerrero has passed away, found dead Sunday morning in his hotel room in Minneapolis. Eddie is survived by his wife Vickie and daughters Shaul, 14, Sherilyn, 9, and Kaylie Marie, 3.

The cause of death is unknown at this time. An autopsy will be performed in Minneapolis on Monday, and Eddie's body will then be flown to Arizona. Funeral arrangements are set for Thursday. Any planning to attend are welcome, but guests are restricted to staff and their families. For more information, please contact Theodore, Eric, Linda, or myself.

Deepest Sincerity,

Vincent K. McMahon

Seany gaped at the paper, hearing the soft breathing of Randy behind her slowly getting heavier. Her heart once again broke for the man and his grieving family... For the whole corporation that had to go through this. And for the young man behind her who snatched the e-mail out of her hands and began to furiously read it over and over again through the water building up in his eyes.

"No," Seany whispered, a few slow tears sliding down her cheeks. She then began to sob, starting a never ending cycle that soon had her close to being hysterical. Through her short breaths she tried to breathe deeper for her baby, and was barely able to keep herself getting the oxygen they both needed.

"It's not true," Randy forced himself to say, in another desperate attempt not to believe it. He wished he had never asked her in the first place. "Damn it, I told you not to lie to me!" He yelled through his tears, hitting the arm of the couch and receiving a sharp but brief cracking sound in the wood. Why was he so upset? They were good friends, sure- but he never expected to start crying over it.

Randy seemed to have more control over his body, with short sobs and not as many sniffles and hyper-frequent breaths as Seany and Demi had. He held his head in his hands, looking at the floor as tear by tear slowly but surely fell to the ground.

As Seany's tear-work and breathing finally slowed once more, she looked around for comfort. Demi had left some time earlier, unable to bear to stay in the same room with the two. Although after Randy's rampage not a word had been said, the feelings had created an emotionally dangerous and extremely sorrowful atmosphere to the room.

Seany looked down with her once gently curved and perfectly make-upped eyes that were now puffy, red, and still a little watery. The image that met her eyes made her form a smile. Napoleon was looking at her worriedly with his large, cartoon-like eyes; looking from her to her stomach and back to her face as if he knew exactly what was going on; and how if she got any more stressed it could be seriously dangerous to the baby.

She sighed one last; heartily and agonizing time before looking over at the young Orton. His face was in his hands, and he seemed to have stopped just about the same time she did- although he was barely crying while she was practically bawling. His shoulders would periodically shake, but then die down once more just to try and calm himself again when the next need arose.

Slowly Seany stood up, walking over and sitting beside him on the couch. As she sat down she loosened her grip on Napoleon, allowing him to climb off his lap and onto Randy's, feeling that he was the one who needed the psychotic cat at the moment. "Baby," Seany spoke gently and comfortingly, running her hands down the length of Randy's arm until both of her hands was holding his right. "It'll be ok."

He turned to look at her; his beautiful blue eyes no where near as messed as Seany's were. They just looked hurt- and Seany could somewhat understand why.

Who had been there before Randy could joke with John and Chris? Who had helped him when he fell, when the only person he knew besides his mom would try and pick him up? Eddie had been like an older brother if not anything else, and to lose someone at such a young age… Seany's heart once again began to ache.

It wasn't fair. What was so sad for Seany was that he had been married; and had 3 kids. It showed her that one day it might happen to her or Chris- one of them die and leave the other and the rest of their family, however many children, to live with it. It was terrofying, because Seany didn't want them to go through with it. It would hurt- worse than just losing your job, being abused, getting robbed, getting dumped for crack, and ending up pregnant with a crackhead's baby. That was why over and over again she tried to assure herself that it wouldn't happen; but you never reallyknow for sure.

Demi had cried; and cried, and cried. She had poured her heart out with every piece of her that every tear represented. She cried for her friend, and for his wife whom she knew was kind and good as he was; and for his innocent children whom had to lose their father. She cried because she herself was caring and very sensitive, and she had known Eddie ever since she had been hired by the WWE. She cried because he was a close friend, and it literally and painfully broke her heart every time she thought about anything that might be even barely linked to him. She had cared about him, and he had just up and died.

He was Randy's brother. He had given him the tips backstage, and the pointers when they worked out. They had become good friends, and began to pull pranks on the many people who they enjoyed being around. When Randy did something wrong, and everyone else had ridiculed him for it, Eddie had picked him up and dusted off his shoulders; and guided him to victory with encouragement. Eddie had believed in him, and Eddie had loved life. He had been nice to everyone he was able to be nice to, and found a way to make a joke about everything. He put a new perspective on life, and saw the silver lining behind everything. Randy knew he was too young to die. He knew it.

"I know." He whispered, but he was mentally and emotionally exhausted. He could barely look her in the eyes when he spoke, and when only about an hour before his wild and playful spirit had reminded Seany of a playful and carefree Labrador puppy. Why did he have to die? Yet, Seanywas right.It would be ok, andlife would move on. Just because they didn't have to grieve anymore didn't mean that they had to forget about all Eddie had done for everyone; what he had done with his life.Randy shook his head as a quick and unexpected sob once again escaped his lips. "It's just not- fair."

To that, with all the sincerity and elder-sister love that Seany felt for Randy, she replied, "I know."

A/N: I know, kinda weird… At first I thought the whole death thing was a hoax, hence the inspiration I guess. Anyways, I thought it might be a great way to put a new twist on the story, so tell me what you think! I'll get started on the next chapter…

SORRY FOR THE LATENESS!