Title: Ususual Punishment

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Notes: See previous chapters.

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Chapter Five - What if we miss out?

The kiss lasted a few more minutes, the moment killed once Rey had yelled that Randy was going to kill them all if he didn't pay attention to the road. Hazel eyes blinked before finally taking in the fullness of the situation. Before anyone knew it, the redhead had pushed hard against John's chest and slid off his lap to the now vacant spot beside him.

The sour expression on her face, clearly telling those who watched her that she wasn't the least bit happy.

"You..." She trailed off a glare directly at the smirking rapper beside her. John opened his mouth to speak only for a hand to lash out at him.

"Dammit woman! What the hell did I do now?" He asked, holding a hand to sore cheek.

"Excuse me? What the hell did you do? I should kick you're sorry ass." She threatened, ignoring the amused looks from those seating in the front. "Randy stop looking back here before you get us killed! Pay attention to the damn road." She snapped, noticing that his eyes were watching them from the rear-view mirror.

"Hello?" A voice screamed from the floor on the passengers side.

"Oh shit the phone, Rey could you..."

"Yeah yea.." The luchador mumbled as he reached down and groped around the floor for the phone. The two in the back still glaring at one another. As Rey answered the phone.

"Hello?"

"What the hell happened Randy I was telling you something and then it got all silent. Now put Lita on the phone so I can talk to her."

"Rey give me my phone right now." Lita snapped, as she leaned forward with her hand out stretched.

Rey blinked, "Hold on mami, Li-Li wants to talk to you." He heard Trish mutter 'Finally' right before he handed the wanted object to the redhead.

However, before Lita was able to grab it from his hand, John had reached forward to take it. A smirk appearing on his face as he brought the cell phone to his ear.

"Hey Trish what's up?"

Trish stared at her phone a moment before answering, "John?"

"The one and only babe." he laughed as he fended off Lita's hands.

"What the hell are you doing with Lita and Randy? Was that Rey?"

"Yeah that was the little midget." A hand peaked out from over the seat as Rey gave the WWE champion the one finger salute. "Bisch made the four of us drive to New York."

Trish snorted in disbelief. "I doubt he'd be that cruel."

John rolled his eyes, "Woman, ya know how Bischoff is. How the hell ya gonna tell me that he wouldn't make us do it."

"Okay okay calm down. That still doesn't explain why I wasn't able to talk to her before."

John shifted away from Lita, "That would because me and the redhead were preoccupied."

Trish's brow rose a touch, "Preoccupied?" She echoed, "With what?"

"Ya don't wanna know."

"Cena if you don't hand me my phone right now I'm going to have a fun time explaining to Bischoff and Mr. McMahon why the current WWE Champion is buried six feet under." Lita growled as she reached for the phone again.

John rolled his eyes and smacked the back of her hand. Lita retaliated and punched the young man's shoulder, a pointed glare sent in her direction.

"Blondie, Red's gonna have to call ya back. Her batteries dyin'. Later" Without waiting for a response John hit the end button and closed the phone.

"If I had a knife I would castrate you." Lita snapped, causing all three men to shudder.

"So many violent tendencies, geez woman." John replied as he crossed his legs. "All I did was shut you up."

"You didn't have to do that!" Lita snapped.

Randy remained focused on the road. "John for someone who says he can get any woman to fall at his feet, you seem to be having a hard time with this one."

"Shut up Orton. No one asked ya a damn thing." John snapped.

"You know if you want I can give you a few pointers. Ow! Damn you Li, stop hitting me." Randy moaned after receiving a hard smack to the back of the head by the redhead.

"Don't encourage him." She hissed and moved as far from the WWE champion as she possibly could.

Silence reigned of the four again, the only noise was that of the beats of Metallica and occasional mumbling from John. Rey had fallen asleep in the passengers seat, the luchador some how managing to curl up into a ball. Randy sang along to the songs that leaked through the cd player, as he drove. John sat in the back with his arms crossed, constantly mumbling something along the lines of wanting his PSP from his bag. And no matter how much she tried to fight it, the redhead began to get sleepy. A yawn escaped her as she shifted in the seat and her eyes closed. Unintentional, Lita's whole body shift so that she was in a somewhat lying down position, John's lap being used as a makeshift pillow.

-x-

Two hours later, Lita and Rey had yet to wake up and Randy's voice was beginning to crack from sing. Jon curiously poked the redhead, who was still using his lap as a pillow. He withdrew his hand quickly when she shifted slightly, nuzzling his thigh. A groan escaped him suddenly not enjoying this position. Randy glanced back and smirked at the uncomfortable expression on his friends face then sent a sideways glance to Rey, he mimicked John's motion of poking the redhead and poked Rey to see if he was wake. When the short man didn't move, Randy smiled.

"Did you bring the stuff?" Randy asked, softly.

John's brow rose, "Huh?"

Randy rolled his eyes, "Are you dense?" John stuck out his tongue, "Real mature man. Did you bring the stuff we were planning to use on Hunter?"

John smirked, "What ya take me for? Of course I brought 'em. Their well hidden inside my bag. You remembered everythin' you were suppose to brin'?"

"No shit, it's in my bag."

John nodded, even though the younger man wasn't looking at him. "So why ya askin' me anyway?"

Randy snorted, "What do you think? Use 'em on the two sleepin' beauties here."

"Ya know we ain't exactly gonna have time to do that in the damn car. 'Sides the stuffs all in the trunk."

"Thank you Captain Obvious, like I don't know that already. " Randy stated as he shook his head slightly. "That's why we're going to stop at a hotel or somewhere."

He glanced down at the clock on the dashboard. "It's hitting 9 pm and I don't know about you but I want to sleep. I'm tired of driving and I am not about to fall asleep in this car, especially not with you anywhere near me."

John rolled his eyes, "Whateva man. 'Slong as I sleep I don't give a fuck. So we gonna use that stuff where eva we stop?

"Bingo." Randy laughed.

"Dude, don't quit you're day job."

"This was you're idea."

"Since when? I just suggested we pull a prank on Gonzo the Great. I neva said a damn thing about pulling a stunt of Red and the jumping bean up there."

"Like you hadn't thought of it at least once since stepping in this car."

"Not really." John replied as he rolled his shoulder. "I mean seriously bro, we're only gonna be with 'em for like what another day and then that's it till we gotta come back for work after Christmas."

Randy smirked, "What if we purposely miss out?"

"Keep talkin'"

Randy shrugged, "It won't exactly be our fault if we accidentally..." he trailed off as movement from his right caught his eye. Rey shifted and uncurled himself. He blinked sleepily and rubbed his eyes before glancing around. "¿Por qué usted tiene que hablar tan ruidosamente?" (Why do you have to talk so loud?)

John blinked, "English man english."

Rey rolled his eyes, "I asked why you have to be so loud?"

"We ain't talkin' loud. You were just so deep in ypu're little nap there that it made it seem like we was bein' loud."

"Whatever."

Randy tilted the wheel slightly to put them in the lane for the exit ramp to one of the rest stops on the highway.

"Where we going?" Rey asked sleepily.

"Just figured we all might want a nice chance to sleep in an actually bed for the night." Randy answered as they stopped at a red light.

"Okay, well wake me up again when we get there."

"It ain't gonna take us long so ya shouldn't even try goin' back to sleep. It's just up ahead see." John pointed to prove himself.

Rey muttered something under his breathe but nonetheless stayed awake. Like John had stated the hotel wasn't that far away from their current position. Randy pulled the San Diego natives car into the parking lot of the hotel and quickly found a parking spot. They didn't have much trouble till it came time to wanting the still sleeping redhead, who refused to want to wake up, and if she wouldn't budge neither would John. Rey smirked as he walked pass to get their things from the trunk as Randy took sympathy on his friend and cautiously took the sleeping redhead in his arms. With a sigh of relief John stepped out of the car and stretched his legs before he went to help Rey with the baggage. Rey was then quick to remind the two that they were going to have to stop at a gas station the next day if they wanted to make it to New York in time. The two sharing a glance when the luchador had turned away to head towards the hotel. Randy shifted Lita in his arms so she wouldn't be as comfortable and the two made their way into the hotel to hopefully be able to get two rooms for the night.