-Sara's P.O.V-

"John will you just tell me where we're going?" I asked, playing with the blindfold over my eyes.

"Nope, you have to wait and see." I groaned and heard Randy, Monica -who had joined us during the show- and Evan chuckle. I turned from facing the windshield and frowned at the two of them sitting in the back seat.

"Don't worry cutie-pie, you're gonna love it," Evan said. I heard a low growl. Must have been Randy. What does he expect? Randy and I weren't exclusive. Yeah I loved him, but if he wasn't going to ask me to be his, then I'd flirt, it's who I am. Finally the car stopped. I still wasn't allowed to take off my blind fold. I felt two strong arms pick me up out of my seat and carry me, to where? I have no clue. I heard a fire crackling and suddenly it hit me, John set up a little camp site at our favorite lake, like him, Monica and I used to do when we were kids. I smiled as the person carrying me set me down. I yanked off the blind fold. I looked around for John and jumped on him.

"Awe! Johnny! You're right, this is what I needed," I said and squeezed him. He smiled and set me back on the ground.

"Just wait, it gets better," Monica said as she took John's hand in hers and smiled up at him.. He must've asked her to be his girlfriend. Finally, he grew some balls! I smiled at her and mouthed for her to tell me the details later. She nodded and let go of John's hand to get the even better part. She came back from the truck with a radio and a cooler, most likely filled with various kinds of alcohol. She turned on the music and opened the cooler.

"I'm guessing more people will be joining us?" I asked. John beamed and nodded. Soon I saw a line of headlights through the trees. I laughed and asked how many people were coming.

"Just about the whole RAW roster and some awesome SmackDown people and their partners/spouses and what not," John said. I turned to look at him, my mouth wide open in shock.

"I think we're gonna need a bigger radio... And more booze..." Evan said and laughed. John told him that John Morrison would be bringing one. I chuckled and grabbed a beer from the cooler and opened it, downing it in seconds. Yes, I'm a girl that loves beer, don't hate!

"Mr. Orton, would you like to dance?" I asked while holding my hand out to him. He looked at me like I was crazy.

"I don't dance," he said and sat on a make-shift, drift-wood bench.

"Fine," I said and walked over to Evan and asked him, he gleefully nodded. The large dock was soon filled with music and people. Evan led me to the middle of the "dance-floor." He spun me around and stopped me when my back was to him. He wrapped an arm around my waist and let both of his hands rest low on my left hip. We started grinding and laughing and just having fun.

"You know, Sara, you're beautiful." I blushed and looked over my shoulder at him.

"You don't say?" I asked with sarcasm in my voice as I turned to face him. We started grinding like that and for a while I actually felt a little turned on. That is until I caught Randy's eyes. He was making his way through the crowd, that's when I started feeling a little guilty, but remembered that 1.) we weren't a couple, and 2.) he said he didn't dance. I decided to ignore his intense stare and kept smiling at Evan as we danced. I lost sight of Randy and felt somewhat relieved. I felt a large, muscular body press against my back. That's where he went... I felt large hands firmly take hold of my hips and pull me closer to the hot body behind me.

"I thought you said you didn't dance?" I asked.

"Only for you," Randy whispered in my ear. I looked at Evan, he was glaring at Randy. I knew Randy was glaring back. Evan pulled me back towards him, and wrapped an arm around my waist so that I'd stay there. I felt Randy's chest vibrate and I knew he'd growled at Evan, again. I turned around and stopped dancing. I pursed my lips and frowned up at Randy.

"You can't be so damn possessive over me, I'm not your property, Randal!" I yelled and stalked off towards the shore of the lake. I heard footsteps on the gravel behind me. Randy took my arm in his large hand and spun me around to face him.

"What the hell?" he asked angrily.

"Oh, don't play stupid with me! I heard you growl at Evan. I know you were glaring at him the while time we were dancing. We were just having fun! Randy, you didn't want to dance! So, I found someone who would. It's not like we're even a goddamn couple! I am no one's property," I yelled at him and pushed him hard with the last syllable I screamed at him.

"You were practically having sex with him standing up! He just wants in your pants!" Randy yelled back. I clenched my jaw tightly.

"What if that's what I wanted, huh?" I asked, knowing I was only trying to hurt him.

"You can't!" he yelled and got in my face.

"And why the fuck not?"

"Because I fucking love you!" he yelled as he took my face in his hands. My jaw dropped and my eyes widened. Randy's eyes matched mine as soon as he realized what he'd said.

"What?" I asked, almost too quietly for him to hear.

"You heard me," he said nervously. He rubbed the back of his neck and cursed himself. "I said, because I love you," he whispered. I walked up to him. I brought my hand up and smacked the back of his head. "Ow! What the hell?"

"You should have told me earlier you idiot!" I yelled and laughed. His face broke out in a smile and he picked me up and spun me around. I wrapped my arms around his neck and squealed. When he set me back down he didn't let go of my waist. "I love you too, idiot."

He smashed his lips down on mine. We didn't pull away for a long time. When we did I looked into his eyes, they shined under the moonlight. "Please be mine?" he asked.

"Of course." I pressed a sweet kiss to his lips. I sighed in content as we pulled out of the kiss.

"I'm sorry I was an ass," he said while he rested his forehead on mine.

"Yeah I'm sorry you were too," I said and we both laughed. I couldn't keep a smile off my face for the rest of the night.

The next week went by quickly, it was time for Randy and John to go back on the road. Monica and I were going to be joining them. The four of us had our bags packed and waited for the plane to the next city, Arlington, Texas. The plane ride was very uninteresting. Randy, John and Monica slept through it, but I could not. I don't like turbulence. Why we couldn't drive? It was too far. Why we didn't just leave earlier? John was lazy. So here I am, scared out of my wits, flying on a plane with never ending turbulence. I shook Randy awake.

"What?" he groaned. He opened his eyes and saw my face. "Baby, it's just turbulence. Put on some music and close your eyes. You'll be fine." He closed his eyes and went back to sleep. I sighed and did what he said. I soon fell asleep, imagining that the turbulence was a car going over bumps.

Randy shook me awake. "What?"

"We're here. Time to wake up," he said as he took our bags down from the baggage compartment above our seats. The four of us got off the plane, got our bags from the spinning thingy, and were off to the hotel in a rental car. It was late so we just checked into our rooms and went to sleep. The next morning we all woke up and got ready to get breakfast and head to the arena. John and Randy had a tag match against The Miz and Alberto Del Rio planned for the third match of the night. Monica went to the ring with them, I opted to stay in the locker room, not feeling up to the volume of the fans tonight.

I was intently watching the match on the TV in the locker room when the door opened. I looked over to see a very large guy that looked like a younger Batista. Three other men followed him in. That's when I began to get scared. They cornered me and smiled before they attacked me.

-Randy's P.O.V-

I was completely focused on the match. John was so close to having Rio pinned. He had him in the position for an AA. At that moment a voice boomed through the arena.

"Hey Johnny boy, Randal. You guys are doing good. Oh, don't stop on account of little ol' me," said the voice. I knew that voice. Punk. I turned slowly. He was standing on the stage, beaming. I heard a slam on the mat. John finished the match. A roadie handed both of us a microphone.

"What do you want CM Sucks?" John asked.

"You might want to be nice to me, Mr. Marine. I have something of yours. Boys!" The New Nexus came out onto the stage. What, or rather who, they had made my blood boil. They had Sara hand cuffed and gagged. My breathing sped up and adrenaline rced through my veins. I went to jump off the apron.

"Ah, ah, ah! Don't move Ortz. She could get hurt." Punk took the gag out of her mouth. I saw a small smear of blood on her bottom lip. They'd hit her. They were all dead. Then I heard the most heart breaking thing anyone could ever hear.

"RANDY!" she screamed.

"Awe, look at that lover boy, she's so scared she wants you to rescue her. Too bad you can't," Punk laughed manically. He waved his hand and Nexus took her backstage. I jumped off the apron. "Randal," he warned. "If I say the word, she could be seriously injured. Stay!" he yelled. He smirked. "Take her away boys!" he yelled. A camera had followed the Nexus, showed them getting in a van, throwing her in the back. I was shaking in anger. The van screeched as it drove away with her inside. I ran towards Punk. He sprinted behind the curtain and as soon as I got there he was gone. I knew I wouldn't find him. John and Monica had followed me.

"John we have to find her," I said, panicked. We went to the nearest police station. We had a taping of everything that had happened. Including the license plate of the van she was in. Nexus was stupid.

The police sent out an amber alert for the van, it was found in minutes. They were pulled over for speeding, actually. An officer drove the three of us to where they were. When we got there an ambulance had arrived and an EMT was making sure Sara was alright. I ran over to her and swept her into my arms. She was crying on my shoulder and I tried to soothe her.

"It's okay baby. I'm here. They'll never hurt you again." I told her this over and over. I rocked her back and forth until she was asleep in my arms. The EMT offered to take us to the hospital to get her checked out more thoroughly.

"Did she seem like she needed to go to the hospital to you?" I asked angrily. John laid a hand on my shoulder, trying to calm me.

"Can we just take her back to the hotel?" he asked. The EMT nodded, he looked scared. An officer offered us a ride to the hotel. I sat in the back with Monica, Sara on my lap. John was in the front, asking what would happen to the Nexus. I wasn't focused on that at the moment. Just on having Sara back in my arms. When we got to the hotel I carried her to our room. John said a quick goodnight, as did Monica, and left to his hotel room next door. I laid her on the bed and kept her as close as possible all night, I couldn't even sleep for fear of losing her again.