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Notes: Last piece. Hope you enjoyed it. Read and Review please.

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Chapter 3 - Tell me the truth

This was a sign. It just had to be. It had been beautiful earlier in the day but now, now there was just a storm. John banged his head against the glass window. Why did everything have to go wrong when he wanted something? He smacked his head against the window again, this time harder and drawing the attention of his room mate for the night.

"Dude, if you hit your head anymore you're going to lose whatever brain cells you haven't lost or simply break the window because your head is so goddamn hard."

"Shut up, Orton." John ground out as he turned around to face his younger friend.

Randy shook his head and returned his attention to the television set that was currently showing the latest sports news. John sighed, absently rubbing the sore spot on his forehead before he joined his friend.

"You should just get it over with John." Randy suddenly said after a brief moment of silence.

"I know I should but, if she ain't put the effort into wantin' to talk to me before then why the hell should I try again and get even more hurt then I already am."

"Because you actually love her."

John's head fell into his opened palms. He didn't really need Orton to tell him something he already knew. Yes he loved her. He always had, but it would kill him if he showed up and she had some guy there that no one told him about. Or she'd realize he was there and left him out in the rain just to spite him. Or simply slam the door in his face with out so much as a word. Wasn't that always how things worked out?

The West Newbury native sighed. If he could get this over with, find out the truth, then he could move on with his life. If she didn't love him then he'd take it like a man and let go of any hope for the two of them. It was now or never.

"Imma go now." John suddenly said, causing Randy to jump out of his skin beside him. He smiled at his friend and tried to suppress his laugh before he became serious again. His eyes determined. "I'm gonna talk to her now."

Randy looked at his friend after calming his heart beat. He slowly nodded and offered the older man an encouraging smile. "Go get her tiger."

"I will...just promise me ya will never say that ever again." John stated as he grabbed his hat and headed for the door.

Randy waved him off, turning his attention back to the TV set. "Don't forget your jacket."

"You ain't my mom."

The door slammed shut before Orton could utter another word. The St. Louis native glanced at the chair where they had thrown their jackets the previous night and shook his head.

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Maybe he should have listened to Orton after all, John thought as he parked in front of the red head's house. He sat in his car, drawing as much nerve as he could. He was starting to shake, although whether that was from his nerves being on the edge or because he'd gone out without his jacket in the cold rain he wasn't too sure.

"I just need to do this. I'll be fine." John muttered to himself, before running a hand through his wet hair. "Since when have I ever been afraid of a woman?"

Since you fell in love with one. A voice in the back of his head told him.

He smacked his head against the steering wheel before he finally said to hell with it and throw open the door, the cold and harsh rain droplets beating down on his already wet body. In a swift motion, he closed the car door and walked up her drive way. He stopped at the welcome mat, silently cursing that there was no little roof over head to stop the rain from beating any more on him.

John sighed as he stood in front of her door for a good 5 minutes before he finally reached up to ring the door bell. The bell sounded in the house, a muffled bark could be heard drawing closer to the door. The seconds ticked and he didn't hear any more noise. He sighed again. She wasn't home. Defeated the wrestler crossed his arms over his chest and turned to walk back to his car, the rain continuing to beat down merciless on him.

"Hello?"

Cena quickly turned around at the voice, blue eyes falling on the redheaded woman standing with the door wide open. Her hazel eyes widening at the sight of him.

"John?"

He tried to laugh but couldn't, only managing a nod as he shivered. Lita motioned for him and John took the small steps towards her. The former diva quickly dragging him inside when he was within arms reach. The little golden retriever from earlier ran up to him and sniffed his sneakers, shaking a little when some of the water fell from John's body. He avoided eye contact, instead looking down at the puppy.

"John?" She called trying to get his attention. Her hand reached out and grabbed his chin to force him to look at her. "John what are you doing here?"

John didn't answer. He remained quite just staring at her, his teeth chattering slightly. Lita's hand moved from his chin to wipe at the water that was dripping down his face. She shook her head and took his hand.

"Come on. Your freezing and wet. You can take a hot shower and I still think I have some clothes from when you stayed here before I..." She trailed off, quickly looking away before she lead his cold form up the stairs.

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Lita sat at the edge of her bed, eyes trained on the closed bathroom door. She was still a little unnerved about the fact that John Cena was behind them. The man she had left only minutes after telling him she loved him. The man she tried so hard to forget. The man who just showed up on her doorstep soaked and wet from the cold rain. She sighed as she ran a hand through her red hair. Cena sensed her discomfort and jumped up onto the bed beside his master, licking at the closed hand on the bed. Lita jumped in surprise and her eyes shifted to the golden puppy sitting beside her.

"Hey." She muttered, running her hand over his head gently.

Lita's head snapped to the opening bathroom door as John stepped out in a pair of jeans. The man still working on getting the t-shirt over his head. He stopped in mid step when he saw he sitting on the bed staring at him. Silence fell over them as they looked at one another, neither really knowing what to say to the other. It'd been so long since they'd spoken. With a sigh, John finally opened his mouth to speak only to sneeze instead. Another sneeze following shortly after.

"You're catching a cold." Lita stated matter factly.

John smiled slightly, "I guess so. That's what I get for not listenin' to Orton and not wear my jacket out."

The redhead nodded, picking up Cena before she headed for the bedroom door. "Come on. I'll make you some hot chocolate and then we can talk. That's why you came here isn't it."

John slowly scratched the back of his head. "Yeah."

Lita nodded again and moved out of the room to go to the kitchen, John following not far behind. When they had gotten downstairs, Lita motioned for him to take a seat on the couch. She'd put Cena down and headed toward the kitchen to make them hot chocolate. John found himself seated on the comfortable couch with the little pup staring up at him.

"Hey boy." He mumbled, watching his namesake wag his tail happily before he jumped onto the couch to climb onto John's lap. John smiled sadly as he gently petted the excited puppy. Before he knew it Lita had returned from the kitchen with two mugs and set them both on the coffee table.

"Cena get down."

"What? I didn't do anythin'..." John started and then looked at the dog on his lap. "Oh right, that's the name of this little guy..."

Lita nodded and reached over to take Cena from John's lap, putting him on the floor. She then handed the wrestler his hot chocolate. "Be careful, you're still shivering."

"I'll get over it."

She sighed, reaching for the blanket she left folded on the arm of the couch. "Here this will help." She wrapped the blanket carefully around his shoulders to try and keep him warm. When she pulled away from him, she met his eyes. "John...why'd you come out here tonight? Especially in this storm."

John's blue eyes were trained on the dark liquid in his mug. It was now or never. He needed to get this over with. "Lita ya need to tell me the truth ok."

"John what are you..."

"I just want ya to be honest wit' me. None of that sugar coated shit. I want the truth. Promise me."

She sighed and looked straight ahead. "I promise."

"Why'd ya leave me?"

"You know why I left."

He shook his head. "No, I didn't say the company. I know why ya left the company. I want to know why ya left me. Ya go an' tell me that ya love me and then run off. I got back to Lilian's and you were pullin' away. Ya didn't even look back when I yelled for ya. You just left. And then ya never answered my calls. Every time I came to visit no one was home. Why'd ya do it? Did ya even really love me? Or were ya just tryin' to give me a nice present?"

Lita put her mug back on the coffee table and drew her knees up to her chest. Her chin rested on the top her knees.

"It was for the best."

John frowned, "How the hell what that for the best Li? You told me ya loved me and then just walked out of my life. Do ya have any idea how much that hurt? I love ya..."

The red head drew her lower lip between her teeth, tears already threatening to fall from her hazel eyes. "No you don't. You can't. I've been gone for two years. You should have moved on and forgotten me John!"

"I couldn't and I still can't just forget, Lita. I loved ya. I still love ya." John replied, putting his own mug on the coffee table. He turned to her, the blanket dropped from his shoulders as his hands reached out for her. Her chin held between his fingers. "Lita tell me the truth if ya don't still love me I'll walk out and never come back. I'll let ya move on with your life...but do ya honestly still love me?"

Hazel eyes closed unable to look into the wrestlers eyes. John watched as she fought with herself. Her lips trembled and she began to worry her bottom lip. His thumb gently ran along her jaw line as he waited for an answer. All he needed was on answer and he's go, let them both move on with their lives.

"No."

A shaky voice answered. The large hand fell from her chin as John put some distance between them. Tears continued to fall from shut eyes. John sighed, his eyes closed for a moment before he nodded.

"That's all I wanted to know."

The couch shifted under her as John stood up to get up. She heard her front door open and the seconds ticked by before she heard the door close shut. This couldn't be happening, could it? She was going to lose him again and this time for good if she didn't do something. Without too much thought, the red head shot up from the couch and ran towards the door. She flung it open only to quickly jump back when a large body tumbled into her house.

Her hands flew to her mouth as the tears continued to escape as the sight of a once again wet John Cena lay on the floor. The man groaned as he sat up.

"Yeah not a good idea to lean against the door when your tryin' to think about shit." He whispered, rubbing the back of his head.

John was more then a little surprised when he felt the tiny woman wrap her arms around him, not caring that she was getting a little wet herself. Her head buried in his shoulder as she held tightly to him.

"Please don't go." She mumbled into his shirt. "Don't leave me, like I left you. I love you. I'm sorry I lied. It's just scary..."

His arms wrapped around her as the pair remained on the floor, his own head resting against hers. "Scary?"

She nodded, "Scary about how much I love you. After all the horrible relationships in the past, it's just all scary."

"I understand babe, but I promise I won't hurt ya. I could never do that to ya." He mumbled into her hair.

Lita sniffled and lifted her head from his chest, face still stained with tears. A lop sided grin appeared on John's face as he reached up to wipe at the tears on her face. Their faces moved closer to one another before their lips meet in a sweet kiss. A promise that they'd never leave. Her arms wrapped around his neck in an effort to deepen the kiss but John pulled away slowly and turned his attention to the puppy licking his elbow.

A brow rose in question as he looked back at the redhead, "Cena huh?"

Lita blinked and looked at her puppy, a watery smile appearing on her face. "Yeah, he reminded me of you."

"I don't know whether or not I should take that as an insult." John said, as he scratched Cena behind the ear.

"No insult intended. He has this habit of trying to take on things that are bigger then him and never backing down. Just like you." Lita laughed.

"Tough dog then," John said, smiling at her until the little image was broken as he sneezed. Lita moving back before he sneezed on her as well.

"You need to warm up." Lita said.

A huge grin broke onto John's face, "Oh yeah? I know the prefect way babe."

Without a warning John stood up and swung the former diva into his arms, kicking the front door shut. "A nice hot shower and then right into your warm bed."

Lita smacked the man's shoulder. "John you're horrible. So help you if I get sick"

"Ya love me, 'sides if ya sick I'll take care of ya." He winked, hurriedly carrying the redhead up the stairs with Cena on his trail.