Title: Smash the Mirror (2/?)

Author: AngelicTorture.

Disclaimer: I own nothing and no one you recognise.

Rating: PG13

Pairing: Lita/Cena…kinda…eventually.

Spoilers: I'm pretty much ignoring storylines and making my own so there shouldn't be any spoilers.

Notes: Response to Andonly's challenge posted at litafics on LJ about John and Lita arguing and John crashing his car. Once again this part starts in the real world and ends in dream land.

Summery: How can you really tell the difference between dreams and reality?

Part 2.

Real world…

Lita shifted uncomfortably in the chair she was sitting in. Hazel eyes glanced over at Randy, he looked exhausted.

"This is my fault…" the redhead spoke softly.

"What?"

"We were arguing at the arena…the last thing I said to him was drop dead…I didn't know…I didn't think…"

Tears stung the diva's eyes.

"That doesn't make this your fault…I know how much of a jerk John can be and how much he likes to wind you up…Li the only person to blame for this is the jackass who was driving the other car…"

"Maybe if we hadn't argued…he just gets me so damn mad…I shouldn't have said that to him…what kind of person tells someone to drop dead?"

"Li I've lost count of the number of times I've said stuff like that to him…he can be the biggest pain in the ass in the world…"

"That doesn't mean I had to be such a bitch to him…"

"Yeah and he didn't have to say whatever he said to you either…Li would you be talking like this if he hadn't got hurt?"

The redhead was spared having to answer when a nurse came in to check on John, Lita deciding it was probably best if she didn't answer anyway.

xxxXXxxx

Bizzaro world.

John had gotten dressed, mostly because he didn't feel comfortable sitting around in his boxers in front of Lita…or Amy…or whatever the hell her name was. Amy for her part was no longer wearing his shirt, having changed into pale blue jeans and a white thin strapped top, electric blue hair trailing down her back. John noticed idly there was no tattoo on her arm, yet another thing that wasn't the way it should be.

His head pounded again, every time he tried to figure out what was going on his head threatened to burst. Amy saw him watching her and sent him a smile.

"Baby are you sure you're ok? You might have a concussion or something…"

She brushed a hand gently over his forehead. Much against his better judgment John found himself kind of liking that part, his head even hurt a little less.

"I'm fine…" he lied.

"I still think you should've gotten checked out last night…"

Hazel eyes watched him closely.

"Yeah well I'm fine now…what are we doing today?"

He hoped she'd stop looking at him the way she was. Yesterday they hated each other and now here she was looking at him with love and concern.

"We've just got a signing to do this afternoon then luckily for you we have a whole 3 days off."

She kissed him, making him jump slightly.

"Sorry…your lips are cold."

"That's real romantic baby…" the diva giggled and shook her head.

John stood watching her as she busied herself checking the messages on her phone. He closed his eyes and counted to 5, hoping when he opened his eyes he'd be back in his own room, alone and not married. Blue eyes opened and were disappointed, he was still in the same room, the ring was still on his finger and she was still there.

"Pookie are you ready to go?"

"Uh yeah…I guess."

John let the bright haired diva take his hand and lead him out of their room.

xxxXXxxx

John watched the diva as she drove, he'd worked with her for the better part of a year but he'd never seen her look so relaxed and happy, at least he assumed she was happy. As much as this was all freaking him out he had to admit he was a little amused by the thought that he was the reason she was so happy.

The diva caught him looking at her again.

"See something you like?" she smirked.

John felt himself blush and looked away.

"Are you blushing? When did you get so bashful?"

"I'm not…"

"Pookie you should know by now you can't lie to me…"

John turned his attention to the scenery they were passing; his head was starting to pound again.

xxxXXxxx

John was vaguely aware of someone shaking him. lightening blue eyes opened to see Amy's face barely an inch away from his.

"We're here sleepy head…and since when do you talk in your sleep?"

"What? What did I say?"

"Something about an argument and not being right…"

John avoided her gaze as he got out of the car.

He'd been dreaming about her, the argument they'd had. He was starting to wonder if any of that had really happened. He was so sure it was real but everything here seemed so real to him too. His head felt like it was going to burst again. He was startled a little when he felt her small hand slip inside his.

"Come on baby, time to meet our adoring public."

She flashed him a smile and led him off towards their signing.