Title: In His Smile

Author: Diabolus Ruina

Pairing: John Cena/ Shawn Michaels

Disclaimer: I do not own any wrestlers; they all belong to the McMahon Empire. Except for Shawnie! He's mine::looks at scary lawyers:: or not...

Warnings: This story is slash, people! If you didn't get that from the pairing, then there may not be any hope for you... If you flame me, please don't flame because of the slash. There will also be a fair bit of language used.

Summary: "It's the dimples... that's the reason. It has nothing to do with how blue his eyes are, or how built his body is, those dimples would melt anyone into a pile of goo."

Notes: The roster split is in effect, there's just a few people I'm switching around.I'm saying almost everyone who is married in real life is not married in this fic, because, Hey! I can. Kurt Angle's still in the WWE, as well as a few other TNA wrestlers who used to be WWE... I would also like to thank SRC for writing a wonderful Shawn/John fic and inspiring me to write this. Thanks a lot!

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"Mattyyyyy!"

"Oof! Get off me! Geez, what have you gained, like, a hundred pounds since I last saw you? Oooow, get off!"

John Cena looked up at Matt Hardy innocently from where he was sprawled on the dark - haired man's stomach. He just hadn't been able to help himself. He had seen Matt as he walked into the arena, and had almost called out to him then, but decided to have some fun first.

"Matthew Moore Hardy, are you calling me fat?" John gasped dramatically in much the same manner as Triple H had the Monday before.

"Yes." Matt deadpanned, rolling his eyes. He wheezed once more as he received an elbow to the ribs for that comment. "Uncle! Mercy! Whatever, just stop crushing me!"

"Oh, fine." John reluctantly climbed off of Matt. "Spoilsport."

"And just what sport have I spoiled?" Matt sputtered in outrage as took the hand John offered him with a hint of trepidation. "Have you been playing Jump on the Southerner again? I thought me and Adam told you not to do that anymore after the 'Undertaker Incident'."

"Okay, I resent the fact that you and your boyfriend ganged up on me in the first place. And Second of all, that 'incident', as you so gracefully put it, was so not my fault!" John said imploringly, ignoring Matt's deeply skeptical look. "The guy got all bent out of shape because of one little, itsy - bitsy, teeny - tiny mistake, and -"

"You tackled the man into a freaking wall!"

"So did Jeff!"

"He has an excuse!"

"Oh, and what would that be?"

"He's out of his damn mind!"

"Oh... Well, maybe I was a bit... over exuberant." John fidgeted and avoided Matt's eyes before perking up a bit. "Hey, isn't Washington D.C. in the South?"

"What d'you - wait." Matt stopped with narrowed eyes. "No."

John's face rapidly changed from questioning to deliberately confused. "Why, whatever do you mean, Matthew? I could have sworn -"

"No. Not gonna happen. Go find Jericho if you want to jump on Dave so much, but leave me out of both your plan, and your explanation to Hunter as to why you've traumatized one of his best friends. If you're lucky, maybe Chris'll have Jeff or Rey - Rey with him. They've all been hanging out a lot again lately. Everyone's scared out of their minds."

"And with good cause." A new voice from the doorway. "No offense, Matt, but your brother's insane."

"None taken. I've had twenty nine years to get used to him, and I still haven't managed it," Matt said in half exasperation, half amusement as he turned to see Kurt Angle nodding his bald head. "I can't exactly blame you for not being immune to him yet. Have you just suddenly realized this, or has he done something I should know about?"

"I'm gonna tell Jeff you're talking about him," John interjected. "Then again, if I tell him you guys said he was crazy, he'd probably tell me to thank you for the compliment."

"Yes, that sounds like Jeff."

"Anyway," Kurt got back on track. "Last I saw, the terrifying trio were whispering something about Batista and coffee grounds. I left quickly." he shuddered.

"That sounds like fun!" John exclaimed. "Where did you last see them?"

"Why do you insist on torturing Dave?" Matt groaned.

"Hey," John countered. "You have not lived a full life until you have seen a three hundred pound behemoth run in terror and scream like a girl."

Kurt chuckled. "Last I saw, they were still by catering. If you hurry, you might still catch them."

"Thanks, Kurt." John paused with his foot outside in the hallway. "Hey, Jeff's a southerner, right?"

"Go!" Matt laughingly pushed a grinning John completely out the door. He shook his head at the confused Pennsylvania native still in the room. Kurt maintained his confused look as he spoke.

"I don't think I want to know."

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