In case you haven't noticed, there are a total of 28 chapters, so yeah this is the 2nd to last one
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Title: Instant Messenger 27/28
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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"What were you doing?"
The question came so suddenly and out of nowhere, John jumped before he looked over at me and removed his headphones with a smile.
"I thought you were sleeping Princess."
I shrugged. "All I ever do is sleep."
That was true and this time, upon waking up, I saw we were the only two in my room. He was sitting with his head down and I guess some music on low as he bobbed his head to the music.
"Are you going to answer my question?" I asked.
He held up his I pod. "Just listening to music."
"That's not what I meant. Why were you on official Randy Business in Mexico? What's so important in Mexico that you weren't here."
I watched as he slowly turned his I pod off and moved closer to the bed.
"You don't know?"
"If I knew would I be asking?"
He stared hard at me, trying to gauge how much exactly I had already figured out, but I let my face remain impassive, wanting to hear it from him
"I went looking for something. Perhaps something that could help you."
I looked at him confused. "What in Mexico could possibly help me? Was there a donor down there?"
"We thought so."
I sat back in a huff, thoroughly frustrated at the lack of answers.
"Not helping." I complained.
"Oh look, my cousin, cranky, that's odd." Danni teased as she entered the room.
"Do you know why he was in Mexico?" I asked her.
She stopped and frowned. "Actually I don't."
I stared at her, a smirk coming to my face. "You're the world's worst liar."
She shrugged. "Only when it comes to you my dear, I have John so fooled."
"Hey." He cried.
"Where's Randy?" I suddenly asked.
Danni shrugged again. "Talking to someone on the phone."
"Can you get him? I really need to speak with him and John."
Suspiciously, she nodded but left the room. Randy appeared a few minutes later closing the door behind him.
"Well," I quietly said, refusing to look at either of them. "Did you find him?"
"Find who?" Randy asked.
I shook my head. "Don't play dumb with me." I pleaded. "You know damn well what I'm talking about. Did you find my father?"
"How did you…?" Randy trailed off and nudged John who shrugged.
"Thought you didn't know why I was down there, Princess."
"It doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure out why you were in Mexico John, I just wanted you to confirm it. I may despise my father and not keep contact with him but that doesn't mean I don't overhear mom and Auntie Kay talking. I know he lives in Mexico. Last I heard he ran some brothel down there. Did you find him and what did he say?"
There was silence and I finally looked up to see John and Randy look back at me, appearing to had just finished a silent conversation.
"I looked but I couldn't find him."
As much as I hated my father, as much as I never wanted contact with him, a small part of me hoped that maybe, just maybe, he would come to my rescue. He'd show up and do something decent in his life, because miraculously, he'd be the perfect bone marrow match for me.
But I should've known better. This wasn't some fairytale where a miracle would happen, save me, and I'd live happily ever after with Randy, our dog, our white picket fence and 2.5 children. I would get none of that now.
"Worth a shot though, hey?" I said with a strained smile.
Randy grabbed my hand. "Don't worry sweetheart we'll find someone. Lots of wrestlers and their family are getting tested. They want to help us."
I sighed and looked away, touched by what he just said. This wasn't just my problem anymore, according to him, it was ours. He was in this, and he prayed someone would be there to help us out.
"Damn." I heard John whisper.
I turned to him a puzzled expression on my face. "What's up?"
He shook his head. "nothin' I just remembered somethin', I'll talk to you guys later."
He left the room, leaving behind me and Randy. I moved over and he moved in beside me, putting his arms around me. I moved my head to his chest, sighing in content.
"I wish I could make this go away." He hoarsely said.
I nodded. "Me too. I wish it were that easy."
He kissed my forehead and I looked up at him.
"But why sit here and wish for something when we know it can't happen?" I quietly asked. "Can't we be happy with what time we have?"
"Marry me?" He asked.
My jaw dropped in shock.
"What? No. Are you insane?"
"No. Anything but. Lana I love you."
I sighed and pulled back slightly. "Randy I love you too, but I'm not going to marry you only to widow you."
"You think I care about that?"
"I do. It's not fair to you. This isn't some movie or book where we get married and I'm magically cured and we live happily ever after. This is real life Randy and as much as nobody wants this, I'm dying."
He kissed the tears that had escaped my eyes.
"Until that moment when you slip away from me Lans, I'm not going to give up, and if that miracle comes, then will you marry me?"
I sighed and stared into his eyes. Why was he not letting go? This would just be harder on him in the end. But as I looked at him, the words to say just that couldn't come out. Instead I nodded, laying my head back down on his chest.
At least he had something to hold onto.
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Time no longer held meaning. Seconds melted into minutes, minutes to hours, hours to days and so forth. And each day I grew weaker. Had it been all that long since I talked to Randy about the ludicrous idea of marriage. Or had it only been days, perhaps it was yesterday. I no longer knew. All I knew was I was growing sicker and that I no longer have much time left.
I asked mom to call Krista and Jen who arrived and when I spoke with them, I let them know that I didn't have much time. There were tears as they begged me not to say that but I told them that I was just stating the facts. I could feel my life slipping away and I hated it. But I begged them to keep in contact with Danni, Randy and John. Danni had John and I knew would be okay but I begged them to look after Randy. I knew this would be too difficult. I asked them to keep my online wrestling groups going in my honor and to post all the crazy graphics I did. I handed my laptop over to Jen which contained everything I have done wrestling wise. After we cried together and they promised to stay nearby.
I worried so much about my mom. For so long I was her world and although she had Danni and Auntie Kay, I couldn't help but worry what would happen to her once I was gone. Not knowing who to speak to, I decided on John. Out of everyone, for whatever reason, he seemed the most understanding about what was going on and he promised to look after my mom.
"I don't want to die." I whispered to him one afternoon.
He gave me a small smile. "I doubt anyone really does. But no one deserves to live like this Lana. You're confined to your bed, so strung out on Morphine, it's a wonder you're still coherent."
I smiled back. "You called me Lana."
"Is that bad?"
I shook my head. "It saddens me more then anything, it makes it all seems so much more closer."
"You'll be okay, we will be to. I'll look after everyone for you."
I squeezed his hand. "I know. But it still doesn't make it easier. I'm only 22. But so many others die so much younger should I really feel guilty?"
"Why not? You're still young. Your whole life should still be ahead of you. It ain't fair, but we can't change it."
"When did you become so smart?"
He shrugged. "I've always been smart, people just think I'm not."
I raised an eyebrow at him. "Couldn't be because you hide it so well could it?"
"Maybe." He laughed.
I sighed and closed my eyes, getting comfortable on the bed.
"One more thing" I whispered.
He leaned closer so he could hear me.
"I don't want it to be sad."
"What?" he asked.
"My funeral, it should be happy. My last one was sad."
I opened my eyes to see him staring at me oddly.
"morphine." He mumbled.
I smiled. "No a dream. Tell- tell Danni and Mom I love them kay? Tell Randy I love him too and it's okay to move on."
"What? No. Not now. Lana, not this soon."
I sighed. "it's time John. And you know what? I love you too, you'vbeen great."
"How do you know?"
"I can feel it. I'm gonna go to sleep now and I won't wake up."
"Do you want me to get everyone?" I looked to see the tears shining in his eyes but I couldn't stop them, I could feel myself slowly slipping away.
"No…this is… fine…Shine on…love you…all."
I closed my eyes one last time, knowing this would be the last time and I would never wake up.
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