Ok so a few things, a few have asked what myspace link was and it's just the myspace url with /harmoni at the end.. I can't actually type it out properly as it will not show up on but without the spaces it www . myspace . com /harmoni.. just get rid of the spaces….feel free to add me…

Secondly I should've done this last chapter but me too tired… going back to the DX part, should I let the girls have a little bit of fun and make them cheerleaders? Just for a cheer off against the spirit squad? Lemme know, yay or nay

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Title: Instant Messenger 15?

Author: Harmoni

Category: WWE

Rating: T for teen...cuz I like to swear hehehe

Summary: A nice messenger chat with WWE imposters becomes her way for escape. Cause that's all they were, Imposters. she wasn't that dense, she just wanted to pretend and play along cuz that's what they were doing.. Right?

Disclaimer: the OC's belong to me. wrestlers belong to the WWE and themselves,

Spoilers: Randy is suspended, and I'll prolly just make it up as I go along. I might follow some things that happen and discard the rest. My fan fic, my rules ha ha ha)

Feedback: Please

Author's Note: Ahem if this completely sucks, I'm blaming it on my feverish mind… I wrote this while sick. There is an explanation behind this story that I may perhaps share at a later date. I dreamed half of it but that's how a lot of my fics start...and before people go on about another Randy story…. SOOOO not my fault My Randy Muse is running rampant and SOOOO not my fault… please tell me what you honestly think it's written in 1st person which I usually don't do.

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"You wear a wig? Are you some kind of guy?" John asked.

I stomped over to him and yanked my wig away, kicking him in the shins.

"Ow, what the hell was that for?"

"For calling me a guy, you asshole. Look just because I no longer have boobs doesn't make me a guy, I will have you know that I used to have boobs, I actually had a nice set of boobs until I got sick and lost a whole bunch of weight, starting with my boobs."

"What are you talking about?"

"Where's Randy?" I snapped.

"Prolly at his locker room." John replied, still staring at me.

"You can tell him now, Psycho."

I turned around and glared at all of them. "No." I snapped. "And if any of you think of even telling him, so help me god you'll regret it. Please just go back to the room and tell him… tell him I forgot something, I want to talk to John."

The three of them nodded warily but trudged off. I grabbed John's arm and yanked him off to the nearest room.

"You gonna tell me what's going on?" John finally asked as I paced the room.

I glared at him. "First off, this never leaves this room, got it."

"That all depends on what you have to say." He replied, his eyes narrowing back at me.

I sighed and threw my hands up. "There was a reason I kept you all at an arms length for so long. I didn't want any of you to know."

I turned around to face him but continued looking up, not meeting his eyes.

"When I first met you, online, I was sick. That's why I don't have a job, that's why I disappeared for weeks at a time."

"What did you have?" He quietly asked.

"Cancer." I quietly replied. "Leukemia. I was gone when I went in for my Chemo treatments and they made me so sick. The day before the house show I went into remission and now I'm trying to recover from it."

A few stray tears made its way down my cheek but before I could wipe them away, John was there brushing them away.

"Why didn't you say anything, Princess?"

I finally looked at him. "I didn't tell anyone online. Krista and Jen didn't even know until I went into remission. I wanted to lead a normal life, I didn't want anyone to look at me the way you're looking at me right now with pity."

"What else am I 'sposed to do?"

"Treat me no differently then before. It's done now, it's over, I just want to move on."

"That why you push Orton away?"

I sighed and pulled away from him. "You can't tell him John, you have to promise me."

"Princess-"

I turned my hard gaze on him. "I swear to god John if you tell him, I'm gone and out of here. I'll never talk to you or Randy again and while you may not care, considering Danni will also stop talking to you if she finds out you hurt me, and considering how stubborn and hard headed Randy is, he's gonna be a little pissed off that I've cut all contact with him because of you."

John's gaze hardened. "Now you're not being fair."

"I need to protect myself. If Randy finds out, he'll hate me, look how disgusted you were."

"I was shocked. If you brought it up to him 'stead of him accidentally pulling off your wig it'll be a lot better."

"No." I snapped. "please John, I know you barely know me and you owe me nothing but please don't say anything."

My hands were clasped in front of me as I stared up at him, begging him to help me, my eyes watering more.

"fine." He finally sighed. "I'll keep quiet now but you gotta tell Randy eventually, he needs to know."

"One day but not now. I can't just yet." I lied, knowing very well I would never tell him.

"Is that why you pushed him away?" John asked again.

I nodded. "If it ever comes back, the less people I hurt because of it, if I die the less people I leave behind, the better. I only have Danni and my mom and I was happy keeping it that way."

"But now you got us." John said, putting his arm around me. "Princess, Orton likes you, no matter what he ain't gonna give up on you. If something were to ever happen we'll be there for you."

I smiled up at him through my tears. "no you won't John, cause you'll never know. I'd never tell you and I'd make sure Danni doesn't either."

He let out a frustrated sigh. "Anyone ever tell you, you were stubborn and hard headed."

I shrugged, stepping towards the door. "Once or twice."

"I didn't mean in the last hour." He muttered.

I raised an eyebrow at him as we walked down the hall.

"Hey you two, find what you were looking for."

We turned around seeing Randy there.

"Yeah." I replied, "I lost my bracelet."

I held up my arm, showing him the purple sparkly plastic bracelet Randy had given me after we went to Castle Fun Park.

Randy laughed. "You still have that."

"Yeah I happen to quite like it." I said.

"Hey Lans, are you okay?" He asked, noticing my red eyes. "You look like you've been crying."

I nodded. "I'm fine, John and I cracked heads while we were looking for this and him having a hard head and all he's fine, it hurt me though."

You know I was getting pretty good at this lying thing and it made me sad. I've always hated lying. I was the one who always told it like it was but not anymore. Now when it came to me I was closed up tighter then a clam.

"You sure you're okay?" Randy asked again.

I nodded, "Just a little dizzy."

I felt myself being scooped up and turned my head to glare at John.

"What are you doing?" I hissed.

"Looking out for you." He whispered before speaking louder in an attempt at a light hearted tone. "Princesses shouldn't walk especially dizzy ones."

I smiled up at John but my eyes were still blazing. "How sweet but just because I'm a Princess does not mean I should be treated any differently, I still want to lead a normal life."

"What the hell are you guys talking about?"

John shrugged, handing me off to Randy. "The Princess doesn't want to be carried so you can have her."

I stuck my tongue out at him as we entered their locker room and Danni, Jen and Krista let out a collective sigh of relief.

"What are you 3 so relieved about?" Randy asked.

"They must be happy I found my bracelet." I said, with a raised eyebrow at all of them. What, did they think I was going to kill John to keep him quiet. Yes I'd like to see me try and hide the body. I wouldn't even be able to drag him anywhere… and why was I still thinking about this?

"Awesome show tonight guys." I told them both. "And you can put me down now." I told Randy. "I feel like I've barely walked since I came here."

He put me down and I instantly flopped onto the couch, feeling emotionally drained after my confession to John. I closed my eyes and sighed, feeling someone sit beside me and ease me down so my head was in their laps. I opened my eyes and glared up at John but didn't say anything not wanting to draw Randy's attention to us.

"I'm gonna shower first." Randy said, grabbing some clothes, "I'll be out in a few."

As soon as he left I lifted myself up and glared at John. "What in the blue blazing hell are you doing?"

"You looked tired." He shrugged.

"You keep up stupid shit like that and Randy's gonna start thinking that there's something wrong or something going on between us."

"He knows?" Danni asked.

I sent her a look wondering why she'd ask a stupid question like that. "No Danni, I told John I was really a guy, which is why he has taken a sudden interest in me."

"I ain't gay." John said holding up his hands.

I rolled my eyes. "Sarcasm John."

"So are you going to tell Randy now?" Jen asked.

I glared at her. "No and neither will anyone else including John, right John?" I asked sending my elbow into his stomach.

"Yes." He gasped. "I told her I wouldn't say anything yet. She will tell him though eventually, it's part of our deal."

"Of course." I agreed with a smile, all the while rolling my eyes at the girls. Krista laughed causing John to move to look at me but I had an innocent smile on my face.

"How are you feeling?" Danni asked me.

I shrugged. "Fine. Why?"

"Well while you guys were gone, we were discussing going out to a club for a few hours."

My eyes widened in horror and I was about to pass when John interrupted.

"Is that safe for her? Will she be okay?"

"I'm fine, I'm not an invalid." I snapped. His hesitation just made me want to prove him wrong. "Let's go then, it'll be fun."

"Are you sure Princess, you shouldn't overdo it?"

I stood up. "Who are you, my mom? Look Cena I told you not to treat me differently but you already are so stop it. We're going and we're having fun, even if it kills us."

"How would us being killed be fun again." Krista asked,

"Why are we being killed?" Randy asked, coming out of the shower.

"We're not." I replied, "we're gonna have fun. As soon as John showers we're going to a club."

"Cool." Randy said as John stood up and grabbed his stuff.

As he went into the shower room he sent me another pitying look to which I shook my head at. How many times did I have to tell him? I didn't want his pity. And I really didn't want him looking at me like that. It just made me feel worse.

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