Am I becoming too damn predictable or something? Hmmmm…lol

Oh and tissue warning…

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Title: Instant Messenger 22?

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, Part of the cheer is from Bring it On and the other part is from me… yes I admit it I used to be a cheerleader hides head in shame

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 tell me what you think

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. And this is still unbetaed…. \

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"Oh god." I whispered on the verge of a panic attack.

"Breathe." John reminded me, rubbing small circles on my back.

"I-I have to find him and talk to him."

John nodded in agreement "Why don't you look for him and I'll go talk to your cousin."

I nodded, going at a fast walk down the hallway.

"Whoa, Lana, what's going on?" Shawn Michaels asked.

"Have you seen Randy?"

He nodded. "He came by here not too long ago I think he was headed outside. You two okay?"

I helplessly shrugged, offering him a weak smile as I quickened my pace, practically running as I got to the door and pushed my way outside.

"Randy." I called as he paced in the parking lot.

He briefly glanced at me, looking more hurt then anything else. What exactly had he heard?

"Why-why did you take off?" I asked as I moved closer, trying to gouge what he knew.

"I heard enough." He spat out.

I stopped. "What did you hear?"

"You telling John you loved him."

"That's it?" I cautiously asked.

"What do you mean is that it?" he exploded. "Isn't that enough?"

I took a step back, caught unaware by this angry side of him. Yes I've seen him angry but never really with me.

"It's not what you think." I whispered.

"Right." He snorted.

"It's not. I was telling John I loved him for being a great guy, you know as a friend? I wouldn't do that to either you or Danni. John's a friend and only a friend. If you're implying what I think you are implying, that would be like going out with a brother and a big ew there."

He stopped, still turned away from me and I watched as his shoulders began to shake.

What was he doing? Was he actually crying?

I held my breath as I watched him, when he finally turned around I could see he was laughing.

"I'm an idiot."

I crossed my arms over my chest, raising an eyebrow as I bit back a laugh. "You want me to answer that?"

"No I can figure it out on my own."

I stuck my tongue out at him as he stepped forward and placed a kiss on my forehead. "I'm sorry Lans."

"Momentary lapse in sanity." I shrugged it off, with a smile, more relieved then anything else he had walked in on the end of the conversation.

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Monday night Raw was fun. Danni and John had worked out their differences obviously making it easier now that he knew what had been bugging her. Danni and I also got to pull out our DX uniforms for a couple backstage segments. One was right after DX had won and we were celebrating backstage with them before Vince McMahon showed up. The second one had Danni and me stopping to get a drink of water when Randy stalked up to us, remembering who we were. We stepped back in fear only to bump into another body, who just happened to be John Cena, leading to a confrontation between the two.

It was fun, a great end to a great weekend and I didn't want to leave knowing I would have to get back to real life and when Randy came to see me next week I would have to tell him. A great way to send him off on his tour down under but time was running out and as much as I didn't want to tell him, I had to. Mom, Danni and John were making sure of that. Thank god I hadn't told Jen and Krista the news yet, it would be two more people harassing me.

We left Wednesday and the whole week I was on edge wondering just how I was going to tell him and eagerly awaiting the results from Danni and her mom's test to see if either were compatible.

Tuesday came and I went to pick up Randy from the airport but I did so with a heavy heart. Dr. Cortez had called that morning and the news was not good. Neither were compatible and I was now put on a waiting list for a compatible donor. One that may never even appear. I could feel my life growing shorter. I felt like my days were numbered. There was no guarantee a donor would appear, my time was running out. I was dying.

And what bugged me most was knowing I would die and my worst fear would come true. I would leave behind people I cared for and I could not do that, My family I had no choice they were there for me now and always, they were all I had left but I'd be damned if I let any of my newer friends see me suffer and be there to pick up the pieces after I was gone. Especially Randy. I tried to bite back a panic attack at this. I was supposed to tell him, but I couldn't. I just couldn't. First I had been afraid of his pity, then I was afraid of his anger, but now I didn't care about either. I was afraid of what would happen. When I started feeling sicker, when I was too weak to do anything, what would he do? He had his whole career ahead of him. He had his whole life. I couldn't ruin that.

No, it had to end and it had to end this week.

"Hey sweetheart, you okay?" Randy asked as soon as he met up with me.

I smiled and nodded turning my head as he leaned in for a kiss and kissed my cheek.

"Cold sore." I lied, pointing to an invisible spot on my lip.

He nodded not pushing the issue as he grabbed his bag and grabbed my hand and I lead him out to the car, stopping occasionally so he could sign autographs. I was amazed that a couple people even recognized me as the DX cheerleader. But soon we made our way out of the airport and he teased me seeing as I was the one driving, alone. Normally I would've given him the keys but I laughed and slid in behind the wheel, determined to keep myself busy as I turned the car out of the lot and towards home.

"You're awfully quiet." He pointed out as he fiddled with the radio.

I shrugged, "Sorry, I'm a little tired, I didn't sleep much last night."

"Excited to see me?" He teased.

I forced a smile and nodded.

"I'm leaving Thursday morning as we have a tour in Australia." He reminded me. "So I have something planned for tomorrow night."

"Like what?" I asked, looking at him in surprise. "You don't have to do any of this for me."

"I know." He smiled, "But I want to."

I bit back a sigh and forced another smile. He wasn't going to make this easy on me.

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The next night, after a wonderful picnic lunch, Randy and I walked along the seawall, enjoying the sea air as we looked at the stars. All yesterday and today had been hard as I tried to figure out what to do and Randy knew something was bugging me. But each time he asked, I pasted a smile on and waved it off. He also asked me what was bothering my mom as she had seemed to have lost her bounce. I made some excuse up about her having a tough time at work.

"Lana." Randy said, tugging on my hand to turn me towards him.

I smiled up at him and he sighed.

"Something's been bugging you, why won't you talk about it?"

"Cause nothing is wrong." I replied once again shrugging it off as I turned to the ocean

I could feel him staring at me but I ignored him and he dropped the subject.

"I want to talk to you about something important."

I turned back to him, my head cocked to the side as I stared at him curiously. "Is something wrong with you?" I asked.

"No, everything is great, thanks to you. But I just- there's something I need to tell you."

I stepped back and stared at him suspiciously. Oh god don't tell me he was going to say what I think he was. No he couldn't do this. Not now, not when I was just getting the courage up to do what I had to.

"Lana, the last little while with you has been amazing. You've changed me into a better person and for that I'm grateful. I just- I want to tell you-"

"Please don't say it." I whispered.

"Lana, I love you."

"No. Randy no."

He looked at me surprised, I guess not expecting this reaction.

"Lana, what's wrong."

"Take it back." I said.

"Why? Is that why you've been acting weird, were you planning on breaking up with me, or something?"

"You promised not to fall in love with me." I whispered, my lower lip trembling.

"That was before, I couldn't stop this." He snapped.

Tears fell from my eyes but I ignored them. "Well stop it now, you can't love me Randy, you weren't supposed to fall in love with me."

"I can't turn it off Lana, it's not that simple."

"Well make it simple. Please, just stop. Don't love me, better yet don't even like me. It's over Randy, we're over."

He grabbed my arm. "How can you say that? Can you honestly tell me you don't feel the same?"

"I don't." I moaned.

"And do we really have to go through this again? I thought we got past this."

"please, just stop, just leave me alone."

"No." He said. "What's going on Lana?"

I yanked my arm away from him. "You can't love me Randy, you can't."

"Why?"

"Because- because I'm dying. I have Leukemia and I'm dying, so you can't love me."

Ignoring the tears and the look on his face, I ran away as fast I could.

I wanted to run away from it all, but unfortunately it's never that easy.

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