Fire and Ice
Disclaimer: I only own Jordan.
Notes: The Smackdown Roster consists of thus far in my mind: Divas: Stacy Keibler, Melina Perez, Lita, Maria, Jillian Hall and Torrie Wilson; Superstars: Randy Orton, Dave Batista, Chris Benoit, Gunner Scott, Christian, Mercury and Nitro, Kurt Angle, Undertaker, Matt Hardy. Others: Dean Malenko and Dawn Marie Psaltis.
Note 2: MNM is still together, Christian never left the WWE and the things noted in previous chapters still stand.
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Chapter Three
"What?" Jordan asked trying to keep her composure and get herself out of this sticky situation. Breathe, Jordan, breathe.
"You just said we slept together."
Randy said as he looked shocked at Jordan.
Damn I would hope I would remember sleeping with Jordan!
"No I said, that we slept together, yes, but I didn't' mean you." Jordan said as she stood up, bringing her dropped items up with her.
"Well if you don't mean us then who did you sleep with Jordan. Is this the reason why you have been avoiding me lately?"
"Umm…yes?"
"Who did you sleep with?"
"Umm I don't want to talk about it."
"Why?" Randy asked as he came to stand nearer to Jordan, looking down at her. He really hated she'd slept with someone, but if he had hurt her, she was going to kill him.
"I just don't I need to go into my room. I'm sorry, but I can't hang out with you tonight." Jordan said as she turned to ignore Randy and enter her room, only to be stopped by Randy grabbing her arm.
"Here let me take those bags from you," he said as he took her bags from her hands and then held the door open for her as she got the key to work," and you can talk to me or not and we can just watch a trashy movie on TV and eat ice cream."
Jordan really didn't' want to be alone with Randy, especially when she was lying to him.
Randy didn't want to hear about this guy who had stolen his Jordan, but he would listen if Jordan needed someone to talk to because no matter what she was his friend.
Both entered the room, Jordan turning on the lights, while Randy put her bags on the bed. He then sat down and turned to look at Jordan.
"So what do you say?"
"I really don't want you to be here right now Randy."
"Why? I am just trying to help."
"I know, but I don't' want to talk to you about whom I may or may not have slept with."
"Well too bad Jor, cause I'm not leaving."
"Well fine."
"Fine."
Randy began to take off his shoes and then crawl back on the bed until he was leaning against the head board, arms placed behind his head for comfort, smirk in place.
"What are you doing?"
"Getting comfortable."
"Well could you not and could you just leave?"
"Didn't we just have this conversation? I am not leaving. Deal with it."
Jordan rolled her eyes and then her eyes found her bags from the pharmacy.
How the hell am I going to take the pregnancy test if he is in the room? She thought to herself.
"What are you hiding Jordan? You seem to be very preoccupied with whatever is in your bag."
"It's nothing."
"Yes it is otherwise, you wouldn't' be looking at me as if you wished I'd disappear."
"I'm not dealing with this right now. I am going to go take a shower."
"Okay. I'll just order a good porn movie for when you get done."
"Randy!"
"I'm kidding."
Jordan just shook her head as she entered the bathroom shutting the door behind her, forgetting she had three pregnancy tests on her bed lying in front of one curious Legend Killer.
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Randy watched as Jordan went into the bathroom. He sat very patiently flipping through TV channels until he heard the water turn on in the bathroom, signaling Jordan's entrance into the shower.
"Good I should have at least twenty minutes to shower, the girl does not know how to shower quickly or conserve water." Randy said aloud.
Randy moved down the bed and quickly found the bag she had obviously not wanted him to see.
"Just what else are you hiding from me Jordan?"
He quickly opened the top of the bag and almost lost it.
A hand reached in and pulled out an EPT pregnancy test.
"Jordan what the hell!"
He quickly replaced the object in the bag and moved to retake his place, in a state of shock.
"I'm going to kill whoever did this to her and then I am going to tell her I'll raise the baby with her. Yeah. It can be mine and no one will ever have to know."
Randy grew quiet as he heard the water shut off.
Once Jordan emerged from the shower they were going to have a serious talk whether she liked it or not.
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Jordan emerged from the bathroom, hair in a towel, dressed in a pair of black track pants and a very worn out Clemson t-shirt.
She rolled her eyes when she saw Randy sprawled out on her bed staring at her.
"Hmm, thought you'd be gone."
At the silence Jordan turned from where she was towel drying her hair to look at Randy.
"What's wrong?"
"Jordan when were you going to tell me you might be pregnant?"
"What?"
"I saw the pregnancy test Jordan."
"What pregnancy test?"
"The three in your bag! Now Jordan who the hell did you sleep with and why are they obviously avoiding you? Did he sleep with you then say he didn't want you? Jordan if you're pregnant I will first beat the hell out of the guy, then we can raise the baby together."
Jordan was in a state of shock. She was torn between being mad at Randy for invading her privacy or love for him wanting to help even though he was the father.
I have to tell him.
Jordan opened her mouth and was about to speak when Randy beat her to it.
"Jordan, wait, when did you sleep with whoever this guy was?"
"Umm, well…"
"It was that night six weeks ago wasn't it. When we all went out to the bar."
All Jordan could do was nod her head. Maybe he was remembering?
"Wait," Randy said, "No you wouldn't."
"Wouldn't what?"
"You wouldn't' sleep with that wannabe superstar."
Okay maybe he's not remembering.
"You slept with Joey didn't you!"
"What?"
"You and him were dancing, I remember that. You were all up on one another. You slept with him, didn't you? And now he's avoiding you and you're bein' all mopey."
"Well, I,…"
Jordan was in a state of shock.
"Well, I am going to beat the shit out of him for sleeping with the woman that I lov- with my best friend, then I am going to tell him to stay away from you."
Randy moved towards the door, but stopped short of it.
"Wait are you pregnant?"
"I don't know."
Jordan saying as little as possible.
First he forgets we slept together, and then thinks I slept with Joey? What the hell is wrong with him?
"Well, instead of beating up Mercury, we'll pretend nothing happened if you're pregnant."
"We?"
"Yeah. If you're pregnant I'll say the baby's mine."
"That's very gracious of you Randy, but if I am pregnant I intend to tell the father."
"Well you will be able to, I'll be there and the baby will be mine. Case closed."
"Randy no. First off you think invade my privacy, looking in my bags. Then you accuse me of sleeping with Joey Mercury! I did not sleep with Joey. Yeah Joey is cute and sweet, but I am not in love with him."
Randy leaned back against the door.
"Well if you didn't sleep with him…then who? Benoit? I know you're close with him. But I never saw him as your type."
"I didn't sleep with Chris!"
"Then who?"
"I slept with you, you idiot!"
"What?"
"I said I slept with you and if I am pregnant then you don't have to pretend to be the father, you will be the father!"