This is the end and much longer then any other ones so have fun :D

And can I just laugh at the ppl who didn't read my last author note and thought the last chappie was the end?

Am I that evil? Wait yes I am but I couldn't end it like that… this whole story ahs been wonderful and I loved writing it and I thank you all for reading it, it means a lot that so many have reviewed… this whole story ahs been one emotional roller coaster and some chapters harder to write then others but you know what? I'm very proud of it… so here enjoy the last chapter…

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Title: Instant Messenger 28/28

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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Whiteness. Everywhere whiteness. It hurt, it burned. I closed my eyes again before slowly opening them and staring around.

Why is white associated with death and heaven and after life. I hate white. Why couldn't everything be black or red or blue.

I halted my thought, hoping no one or nothing could hear me, I didn't want to end up in hell.

I stopped again, wondering why I even cared. How did I know I was in heaven? How could I be there if I didn't believe in heaven? Which would mean I didn't believe in hell. So who cares what I was thinking.

Yup and there I go babbling in my own mind again.

Sitting up, I looked around, realizing that I wasn't in heaven or hell or anything. I was in my own bed, staring at m ceiling. All machines were gone, and it was bright. So frigging bright that I silently cursed, wondering what the hell was going on? If I was dead why was I in my bed surrounded by so much light? Was this perhaps a dream?

Was everything just a dream?

I quickly got up and walked out of my room.

"Mom?" I cautiously called.

"Yes baby?"

I gasped, stepping into the living room, surprised she could hear me.

"Where's Randy, what happened?" Was I not dead? I silently asked myself.

She looked up from her crocheting, a confused look on her face. "you've slept till noon again is what happened. Who's Randy?"

"My boyfriend?"

She shook her head. "Honey are you okay? You don't have a boyfriend."

I spun around and ran back to my room. "Where's my laptop?" I called frantically searching for it.

"Princess, you don't have a laptop." My mom said following me in.

"Yes I do. Oh my god, that's right I gave it to Jen."

She stepped forward to feel my head, a small frown on her face. I pulled away.

"I feel fine. Wait, I feel fine. Momma am I all better?"

"When were you sick?"

I sat down on my bed. "Was I…Did I not have cancer?"

My mother frowned, beginning to look really worried. "No, you didn't, did you have a bad dream?"

I frowned as well and looked down. "Yeah, it was just a dream."

Was that all this whole thing had been. Some sick cruel dream? Possibly but something didn't let me believe it.

"Don't worry about me momma. Must've been some dream, I'm just gonna shower."

"Okay but don't be too long, Danni will be by soon to take you to that wrestling show you like so much."

Her words didn't even register until she had left and I looked up again, my eyes falling on a pink and black cell phone. The exact one I got rid of when I was sick.

I picked it up and dialed a number I knew by heart.

"Hello?"

My heart almost stopped. If it had been a dream how did I know his number?

"Ra-Randy?"

"Yeah, who's this?"

"It's me, it's Lana."

There was silence, then,

"Oh hey Lana, how you doing?"

I breathed a sigh of relief. "OH my god, it wasn't a dream, you remember me."

"Sorry but not so much, did we meet at a club. Hey were you that hot chick from two nights ago? The blonde who wanted to come back with me and the other blonde but your boyfriend dragged you away? Cause girl, you missed one crazy night."

I blinked back the tears as I listened to him talk about other girls. "No Randy." I whispered. "This is Lana, the redhead you met online."

"When would I have the time to go online? Who is this and how did you get my number?"

"I don't know, I just knew it, my mistake."

I hung up the phone and threw myself back across my bed and that was where Danni found me not too much later.

"Get your lazy ass up and let's go." She huffed.

"Was I sick?"

"No."

"I didn't have cancer?"

"No what's wrong with you?"

"I didn't meet Randy and John and we weren't DX cheerleaders on TV?"

"Are you on crack?"

"it was a dream?" I whispered. "how? Why? What could be so cruel?"

"Are you feeling okay?"

I shook my head. "Do I have to go?"

"Yes. We paid a bundle for these now get up."

I sighed and stood up, quickly changing into some clothes she pulled out for me. I noticed for the first time that I was back to normal. I was curvier and my dark red hair was once more long. Sighing again as I brushed it, I resigned myself to the fact that it had all been some horrific cruel dream and followed my cousin out to her car.

We barely talked and when we got to the arena I followed her to our seats, somehow not all that surprised that they were front row. For some reason I just couldn't get into it, even when the main event of Orton vs. Cena appeared. In fact I wanted to cry when Randy first came out and then when John did and walked by us, he placed a hat on my head.

"Cheer up there Princess, or your face will get stuck like that."

I gasped, more confused then ever until someone grabbed the hat off my head. I spun around right into Skanky McSkank, somehow not all that surprised she was there.

"You think he meant this for you?" She snarled.

I screeched, my anger and frustration coming out as I jumped at her, tackling her to the ground.

She screamed yelling at me to get off of her. Off to the side, I heard my cousin chuckle and the arena cheering, but not for Randy and John for me and the Skank.

"Of course he meant it for me you stupid bitch and no way in hell am I letting you get away with this twice."

I felt someone pick me up then I was passed off to someone else before I was pulled over the barrier.

"Perhaps you should be the one in the ring."

I growled, once more trying to jump the barrier but whoever was holding me had a firm grip on me.

"Hey, I'm Danni and the crazy one is Lana."

"AS in the Lana that called me earlier?"

I pulled away and fixed my hair. "not my fault everything is completely fucked up." I muttered.

"You look familiar." I heard John say.

"Finally someone who remembers me." I spun around to face John. "Tell me you know me."

"I can't say from where" He mused, "but you look so familiar."

I doubled over clutching at my hip.

"Did you hurt yourself?" Danni asked.

"No, there's just this awful pain in my hip."

"You too?" she said.

"What?" I looked up to see John holding his hip as well.

"This can't be good." we muttered, staring intently at each other as we tried to get away from the pain, but it became too much and I blacked out.

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When I woke up again, I was in my room, but this time, the machines were there but were turned off, looking ready to be moved out. More confused then ever, I scrambled out of bed and ran into the front room but it was empty. I ran to my mothers room and stopped short when I saw her sitting on the bed, her head in her hands.

Now this was better. Okay that sounded wrong. This wasn't better but at least I knew I wasn't losing my mind.

"momma?" I whispered. But I wasn't surprised that she didn't answer.

I watched as she continued crying, and I was heartbroken that I couldn't comfort her. Finally she stood up and moved over to her dresser, slipping on some earrings as she wiped away her tears, dressed all in black.

No, no way, I didn't want to be around for my funeral again.

"everyone's almost ready." I turned to see Auntie Kay at the door, her eyes red as well.

"That bastard." My mother spat. "Her whole life and I've asked him for nothing and he couldn't even do this one thing for her."

Auntie Kay nodded as she stepped inside, putting an arm around my mom. "I'm sorry Kim, if there was anything I could've done…."

My mom just nodded as she let my aunt lead her out.

I watched them go before following them into the living room, moving past them to go into the dining room where my cousin was, mindlessly toying with the place mats. Her eyes were red as well but she looked angry.

"I don't want to go." She muttered. "It's not fair, it's not right."

"I know it's not. But if you don't go, think how upset she would be."

I turned to see Krista and Jen across from here.

Danni sighed. "I'll go. I'm just- this isn't- it shouldn't have been her time. We had so much to do."

"Maybe you could help us." Jen whispered. "She gave me her laptop and asked us to keep her groups going. We would like you to be in there and help us I know she'd want that."

Danni looked at her, a sad smile tugging at the corner of her lips. "When you guys go back, call me, maybe I will."

I left them there and went down the hall, back to my room where I could hear a voice. I went in to see Randy there, holding my favorite stuffed animal as he stared at my bed.

"This isn't right, Lans. You should still be here, happy and healthy, I'm sorry we couldn't find anybody. I'm sorry I failed you."

"You didn't fail me." I whispered, knowing he couldn't hear me.

"I really did want to marry you. Sick or not I would've asked you. You were it for me Lana. I can't say how I knew, I just did. I knew it before I had actually met you and that kiss we had, even if you did slap me, I knew you were it. I know you told me to move on but I don't know how I can. How I'm supposed to."

"Randy, we're leaving now." John said, stopping in the doorway.

Randy nodded and as he stepped out, John turned to me.

"You comin'?"

My mouth dropped but before I could say anything, I heard Randy ask who he was talking to. John left my room as he answered Randy and I quickly ran after them, getting into Auntie Kay's minivan. I was in the trunk and was therefore unable to say anything to John, who seemed to be ignoring me now anyhow.

When we arrived to the graveyard, I moved up beside John.

"John." I hissed.

He looked over at me, flashing me one of his famous smiles. I stopped in my tracks, watching them walk away before I quickly ran after him.

"How can you see me?" I asked him.

He fell back a bit so no one could hear him. "I don't know, you tell me."

"What?"

"Your dream, isn't it?"

"Dream? Dude, I'm dead."

"Are you?" He asked with a frown.

"aren't you going to my funeral?"

He looked around, "I guess I am."

"I'm so confused."

"Actually so am I. Thought it was my dream, but I have a feelin' it's yours."

"Why?" I asked. "John. I'm dead."

"are you?" he asked again.

I blew out a frustrated breath.

"What are you doing John?"

He stopped and looked at me. "To be honest Princess, I don't know. I just remember being put under."

"Put under what?"

"John." Danni called.

I grabbed his arm. "please, I can't go through this again."

"John, who are you talking to?" Danni asked.

"What am I supposed to do Princess?"

"Don't leave me."

"They're waiting for me."

"You're the only one who can see me. I can't go through this. How am I supposed to just exist?"

He pulled me into a hug. "You won't Lana. You'll never just exist."

"I am right now." I sobbed. "I'll never be able to touch anyone, or talk to anyone or anything."

"You are right now." He gently reminded me.

I looked up at him, my eyes pleading with him not to leave me. "I can't exist. I don't want to."

He grabbed my arms and looked down into my eyes. "Stop it Lana. Just stop it. This isn't going to end like this. I don't know why the hell I'm here in your messed up dream but just drop it. Wake up already."

"What?" I whispered.

"This is a dream. Just wake up."

"I died."

"No you didn't?"

"Didn't I? How do you know?"

"Would I be talking to you?"

"I want to live." I whispered.

"Then live." He told me.

"Help me." I begged. "please John you can't leave me. I need you. You've been my rock through all this, you can't leave me" I grabbed his face, moving to kiss him on his cheek, instead he moved so our lips briefly connected.

My eyes shot open as I pulled away.

"What was…?"

"Don't you get it Lana? I'm not goin' to leave you. We're connected."

He grasped my hand, interlocking our fingers together. "We're always goin' to be connected. I'm always goin' to be with you."

I stared at him confused

"Wake up." He commanded me, squeezing my hand. "You have to wake up Lana."

I closed my eyes and suddenly was overwhelmed by pain. I gasped as I heard murmuring around me.

"She's awake."

"Oh my god, he is too."

Who? I silently asked myself.

"Wha…" I gasped out before swallowing, my mouth was so dry

"Baby you shouldn't talk yet." Randy whispered, smoothing back my hair as he placed a kiss on my forehead. "You were in a coma but a donor was found and you were saved."

"Is she…?" I heard John's strained voice.

I turned my head to see him on the bed beside me, looking like he had just woken up from surgery but why would he have- then it hit me.

"You saved me." I whispered. I wasn't just talking about the Bone Marrow, yes he had given me a second chance at life but if he hadn't of been there I never would have known it was a dream, that my physical body was waiting for me. So what was that kiss, unless he really had no clue about that.

Lifting his hand, John reached over and I slowly lifted my hand to his, he interlocked our fingers.

"We're connected Lana. I'm always goin' to be here for you. Me an' you, we're in this together."

I gave him a weak smile but I knew whether or not he was aware of that kiss or what he had done for me in my dream, everything was going to change.

We were connected now and I somehow knew everything would be different.

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this one took longer to get out and it was just cause of tat last part….I needed to set the mood for the next part of the story cuz yes , there will be a sequel, don't expect it right away I'm gonna work on some older stories which I hope you all read as well…. Thanks for all the support