Okay! This is Unforgiven and RAW all rolled into one. Go team!

"Where's Lilian?" John asked frantically, looking for his fiancée.

"She already went out," someone said. He didn't bother turning around to thank them.

John had just came from McMahon's office and he had to tell her what was going on so she wouldn't worry all night. He approached the production table behind the curtain, trying to figure out which headset led to Marc's at ringside. He found it and calmed a bit before saying, "Marc?"

"Yeah?" Marc answered, surprised to hear someone else's voice in his ear.

"Can I talk to Lilian?"

Marc's brow furrowed and he looked to Lilian who was watching him, confused. "Sure, she's right here."

She made sure she wouldn't be seen on camera before taking the headset. "John, what's wrong?"

"I'm-" The headset cut out and he sighed. "Lily...Lil can you hear me?"

She frowned and tried her best to hear him. "Barely...but yes."

"I'm staying."

"You're staying!"

"I am!" He chuckled, picturing her all but bouncing out at ringside.

"John that's amazin-" She sighed and quickly passed the headset to Marc, before she stood. "And here is your winner and still Intercontinental Champion: JOHNNY NITRO!"

John smiled and waited for her to come back.

"I have to go baby," she said hurriedly. "I love you!"

He looked around at the other guys behind him, grinning. "Love you too." He handed the headset back and then left to get prepared for his match.

"John, are you sure you don't want me to just come to the hotel with you?"

He groaned, struggling to pull a shirt on. "Baby, go with Trish and the girls. It's your last night out like this and I don't want you to miss it just because of me. I will be fine, I promise."

"I know, but … are you sure?"

"Yes," he said, struggling to put his shoes on.

"Well...at least let me help you." She walked over to him, kneeling down to help him with his shoes. She gave him a quick kiss before standing up. "I have my cell if you need me for anything, and I'll keep an eye on it."

"Lily..." He laughed softly and wrapped his arms around her waist. "I love you, but go."

"Love you, too." She pouted, giving him a final kiss before grabbing her stuff and leaving the room to catch up with the girls.

"Lilian, that's the fifth time you checked your phone in the past 20 minutes."

"I know, T and I'm really sorry, I just hate leaving John like that."

"He told you to come, didn't he?" When the ring announcer nodded, she pressed on, "Which means he's fine. Now have some fun." Trish stepped closer, wrapping her arm around Lilian. "You can leave in a few minutes, I won't be offended. Thank you for coming though."

"Yeah, let's get our shots, then you can leave," Amy said, smiling sympathetically.

Lilian nodded. "I feel bad though, girls. I mean, this is our last night."

"I'm not dying," Trish said, laughing. "I will see you at the wedding, and I'm pretty sure we'll be in touch way before then."

The Latina smiled. "You're right."

Amy ordered shots for the other divas and they all chugged them down. Lilian squinted, as always. And, as always, they laughed at her.

Lilian hugged them all, saving Trish for last. She fought back tears, as did Trish. "I'll see you soon."

"I know," Trish said, laughing again. "I'm not a cancer patient."

Lilian pulled back, wiping at the few tears that had fallen. "I know."

"Lil...don't start, because then I'll start and everyone else will!" Trish sniffled and pulled Lilian back for another hug. "Now go take care of your fiancée, I'll call you tomorrow."

Lilian nodded and finally forced herself to leave. A few minutes later she let herself into the room she and John shared. A soft smile played on her lips when she saw him lying in bed. She slipped off her stilettos before crawling up behind him, her arms going around his waist as she kissed his neck softly.

"Mmm, you're back early."

"I'm where I belong though."

He moaned, rolling over to his back slowly. "Why'd you leave?"

Lilian got off the bed and started to change out of her dress. "Uhm, Trish kind of told me too."

John laughed softly until pain shot up his ribs. "Did you miss me?"

"Of course!" she exclaimed, returning to the bed once she had fully changed into her pajamas. "But how are you doing?"

"I've been better," he answered. "I'm just really sore, but I'll be fine."

"Do you want me to go get you a hot bath? I won't tell anybody."

He grinned. "No, I took a shower when I got in. I really am fine, I don't need or want anything."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes I'm sure, though I could use you." He opened his arms to her, grinning as she carefully lowered herself into them. "You won't hurt me, Lil."

"How can you be so sure?" She glanced up at him, her eyes full of concern.

"Because it's you." He leaned down, kissing her softly before guiding her to lean into him more. "Just relax and we'll be fine."

She simply nodded her head, idly running her fingers along his side. "I thought when you went through that table tonight that you broke your leg. Just the way you landed. It was so scary, John."

"I thought I heard you gasping a few times." His hand slowly rubbed over her back. "You should be more worried about Adam than me."

"Oh, I am," she admitted. "But I was still worried. I was also worried that Vince would change his mind at the last second and you might still leave." She hesitated and then decided to leave the word 'me' out.

"I tried to find you to tell you in person, but I guess you had already left," he explained. "I really wanted to be there, but I figured through the headset would be just as fine."

She smiled against him. "Yes, I definitely would have worried."

He ran his fingers along her back. "But on the bright side, I'm here and that's what matters. And hey, I would never leave you."

She blushed and looked up at him. "How did you know what I was thinking?"

"Because I know you. And that little pout that crossed your lips, combined with the thoughtful look in your eyes kind of gave it away."

"You always seem to do that - not read my mind, just makes things better no matter what."

John smiled and closed his eyes. "I'm a man and a half, what can I say?"

She giggled and had to stop herself from playfully smacking his shoulder. "Yeah, yeah," she said, leaning forward to kiss his shoulder. "What time does our plane leave tomorrow?"

"I think 10?"

"You think?"

He opened an eye to look at her. "Yes, I think. There was either a 12 or a 10, I know that, and I'm pretty sure I booked us for the 10 o'clock."

Lilian smiled softly and got off the bed. "Where's our tickets, I'll check."

His eyes closed again. "In the front pocket of my bag."

She walked over to his bag and leaned down pulling the tickets out. "Ah baby, our flight is at 11."

He pouted and looked over at her. "Isn't that what I said?"

"No."

"Yes! I said it's between 10 and 12."

She laughed and put the tickets away before rejoining him on the bed. "I'll be nice and let that slide, but only tonight. Now why don't you get some sleep?"

He stifled a yawn and shook his head. "I'm not tired yet."

"Yes you are, now sleep, for me."

"Yes ma'am, if you insist." John wrapped his arms around her and leaned his head back, slowly drifting off. Lilian laid there watching him for a few minutes before she too drifted off.

"I knew I liked those boots when I bought them for you." John was packing his things away while Lilian sat cross-legged on a chair waiting for him.

"Yeah, whatever," she said, pretending not to pay any attention to him.

"If I wasn't so sore, I would come over there and body slam you on this cold, hard floor."

Lilian gasped. "You wouldn't dare!"

"Oh, but I would." He smiled and went to pick up his bag.

She jumped up and snatched it away. "I'll get it this time."

"But…"

"No, you just admitted it yourself, you're sore and I finally get to help you with something because it pains you to do it."

"Something tells me you're enjoying this."

"Why Johnathon, are you trying to say I like seeing you hurt? I would never!"

He chuckled softly shaking his head. "I meant being able to tell me what to do and what not to."

A playful smirk played on her lips while she picked up the bags. "I do that on a daily basis, so I have no clue what you're talking about."

"I should have seen that coming." He took a final glance around the room, making sure they had everything. "Ready?"

"I've been ready, just waiting for you."

Once in the car, Lilian slid in her Justin Timberlake FutureSex/LoveSound CD. John groaned inwardly, but decided not to say anything since she was the one driving.

"What?" she asked, looking over to him. "You look like I just stabbed you."

He glanced sideways at her. "What are you talking about?" He cringed when Justin sang, "Them other fuckas don't know how to act."

"Aw, John doesn't like Justin!"

"I didn't say that," he protested.

She smirked and went to turn up the volume, but his hand stopped her. "See, no te gusta!"

"It's just…hearing such a pansy say 'fuckas' is really lame, Lil."

"What if I said it?"

"I would laugh," he answered.

"Yeah, well I laughed every time you said fuck on your CD," she pointed out confidently.

He didn't catch the end of her sentence, having lost it once she said, "Fuck."

"John, why are you laughing?"

"Because you said fuck, you cursing just sounds funny."

"What are you trying to say?"

"Nothing really, just that you shouldn't curse, or at least say that."

She sent him a look before restarting the song, loudly singing along with the lyric in question. "Hmmph!"

He laughed and leaned his head back. "Oh lord."

"Nope, Jesus isn't going to save you now." She said his name with the Spanish pronunciation.

"Oh? Hay-Zeus isn't going to help me?"

"Nope," she answered, pulling the rental into a free space at the hotel. "C'mon, Juan, let's go get you a bubble bath."

He was beginning to get out of the car, but stopped. "I don't take bubble baths."

"Aw," she pouted, "I won't tell." He shook his head no. "What if I join you?"

John grinned. "Then let's go, Mamacita!"

"But I thought you didn't take bubble baths?"

He flashed her an innocent grin. "You didn't let me finish, what I meant was that I don't take them alone."

"That was almost believable!" She laughed, climbing out of the car and going to grab the bags.

He sent her a pitiful pout. "But Lily, I need someone to get my back because...it hurts when I move!"

Though she didn't buy it, she still played along. "Poor baby, so you only want me to join you to help...right?"

He quickly nodded his head. "Yes ma'am."

"Okay," she simply said and then disappeared inside their room, followed by him.

"So you're going to?" he asked, after peeling off his shirt.

She eyed his body and then nodded. "Of course, it's only so that I can help you out." She smiled and then reached into her bag. "Do you want a coconut-lime scent or maybe this eucalyptus aromatherapy Trish got me when I took that bump from Nelson?"

"Let's go with the uh…eucalyptus."

"Good choice!" She went into the bathroom and John soon heard running water. Lilian came back out a moment later. "Why don't you go ahead and get settled and I'll be right there?"

He nodded, grinning. "Okay!"

She returned a few minutes later, dressed in a bikini, unable to stop herself from laughing at the look that crossed his face. "What?"

"What are you wearing! Better yet, why!"

She walked over to the tub and leaned over turning the water off. "Well I'm just helping you out; I don't actually have to get into the tub or anything."

He pouted and leaned up kissing her thigh. "Lily...it's lonely in here."

"Well the faster I wash you, the faster you can get out. Now be a good boy and I might actually join you."

"But," he stammered, trying to make up an excuse for her to actually get in with him.

"But nothing. Where's the sponge, baby?"

John pushed out his lower lip into a pitiful pout. "I don't have one. I decided I just want to sit here like a girl and let my skin get wrinkly like I'm 80."

Lilian's laughter finally exploded. "Oh my God, you should see your face right now," she said in between giggles.

He narrowed his eyes jokingly at her. "Mean, just mean. That's all I have to say about you."

"I'm sorry, baby!" She grinned and leaned down to kiss him on the cheek.

John grabbed her around the waist and pulled her into the bathtub with him. "Now we're even."

"John! You could have hurt yourself doing that!"

"Lil, you act like you weigh a couple hundred pounds or something! Lifting you up will not hurt me, I promise."

She opened her mouth to object, but thought better of it.

"Something wrong?"

"No, I just have no comeback."

He gasped, playfully feeling her head. "Are you…are you feeling okay?"

"Actually, I'm feeling kind of hot."

His hands moved to the string of her bikini. "Let me help you then."