Allison groaned when she finally glanced over at her clock. It was almost time for her shift at the coffee shop but she was seriously in no mood to serve drinks tonight. It was two weeks since her mysterious Shawn Michaels had saved her from having to spend unnecessary cash on a cab and all because of her stupid ex boyfriend wanted to be a jerk. He was always a jerk, even when they were together but she thought that she could change him somehow. Man was she ever wrong. She scooted off the bed and onto the floor frowning at the thought of work. The frown was only temporary for the reoccurring thought of her mysterious savior kept creeping back into her mind.

She decided he had been cute enough. No, he was drop dead gorgeous and had the biggest arms she'd ever seen. She would have guessed him to have been some sort of football player. But for a football player or jock, he seemed to have his head screwed on tight. At least he was concerned about the safety of women. She laughed out loud as she revisited the night he saved her. He was like a knight in…street clothing. Now that she thought about it, he was dressed very thug-ish and that was very common nowadays for white guys, but somehow he pulled it off just nicely. He had been wearing a white tee and some long, black jean shorts. He had on a matching cap and some black and white Jordan brand sneakers. The clothes seemed to suit him but it was his eyes that were the most appealing she concluded. When she had kissed him, no, when he asked if she was alright, he had looked at her with those piercing blue eyes and if she hadn't been afraid they could have melted her heart. She let out a sigh when she finally found her work clothes and headed for the shower.

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Every night for the past two weeks, Cena had been going to Starbucks for a hot latte and a change of scenery. Being at his home alone seemed to depress him and he was trying his best to stay clear of negative thoughts. His first priority was to rest and get better so that he could get back in the ring as soon as possible but at the rate he was going, it was going to take forever. Being alone didn't help either. At least if he had a companion…no, not a companion because he sure as hell wasn't ready for that but someone…a friend…someone he could just talk with and hang out with. Sure Shawn and Matt said he could come over whenever he needed to but that just wouldn't be right. Shawn was entering into a beautiful thing with Kim and Matt seemed to be a little taken with Brittney. Cena took another sip of his coffee and continued to stare out the window.

Everything about Lithonia Springs seemed to bring back bad memories and the more he stared out the window, the more things he envisioned about his past; thoughts of his parents…his sister…most of it bad.

"Excuse me, would you like a refill on that latte?" Cena jumped at the sound of the voice and stared up at the waitress. He managed a weak smile as she refreshed his drink.

"Thank you miss," he said smiling weakly.

"Uh…you're…you're welcome," she squeaked before hurrying off.

"O…K…I wonder what that was all about?" He shrugged before returning to his thoughts.

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OH MY GOD…HE'S HERE! Allison hurried to the restroom to dampen her face with some cool water. She could not believe…of all the people to run into tonight…and she was looking a hot mess. She had been working for over four hours now and hadn't even noticed when he walked in. She took the wrap out of her hair and ran her fingers through it so that it now hung shoulder length. It was slightly frizzy from the temperature in the café, not to mention she had been busting her ass for hours. After a minute or two she finally decided that she looked presentable enough then headed back out to bust more tables.

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Cena finished his latte and decided it was time to get back home. He hated to go back to the empty shell of a home but he couldn't hide forever. He left a ten on the table then stood up from his booth to leave but ran right into a waitress who had been carrying a frappacino on a tray. The drink went flying into the air and onto his white shirt. The frightened waitress just stood there horrified before dropping to her knees to clean up the mess.

"Oh my…I am so, so sorry. I didn't…I swear I didn't…" Cena just chuckled as he picked at his soaked shirt.

"Naw, it's cool. It was quite the wake up call," he laughed. "That's what I get for not looking over my shoulder. You need some help with that?" he offered.

"No…no I got it." She stood up wincing when she finally got a clear view of his shirt. "Oh man. Your shirt is going to get ruined!"

"Hey…don't worry about it." He reached out and touched her shoulder. She shuddered looking up at him when she noticed he was frowning.

"Please don't…kill me," she whispered. She looked around and noticed that everyone was staring at them. Cena looked around too having noticed the sudden silence.

"Really it's ok…Allison." Her eyes went wide with surprise.

"So you…so you remember me?" she squeaked softly.

"How could I forget?" he laughed. Her face turned a deep shade of red but she managed to stay cool.

"I uh…I have to go…clock out…" she stared but he cut her off.

"Hey that's cool. I'll wait up…if that's alright."

"Uh…sure." Cena watched as she ran off towards the back then he headed outside to wait for her. People sure do love to stare.

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Minutes later she emerged from behind the glass doors and was standing outside the coffee shop looking extremely puzzled. She was wearing the jacket he had given her and it only made him smile.

"Hey! Over here!" She jumped at his voice but smiled as she ran towards him. He was standing beside the familiar Explorer and was wearing a very calm expression. This seemed odd to her being that he had just been dumped in coffee.

"Shawn, I am so sorry I kept you waiting and I can't apologize enough about that drink. Oh man, that's going to leave an ugly stain. You should go home and wash it immediately otherwise your shirt will be ruined!"

"Naw it's cool and anyway I uh…can't wash," he mumbled. Allison stared at him raising an eyebrow but reading her expression he laughed and continued to explain. "Well I have a washer and dryer at my place that I've never used before so I don't know how to work it. I'm on the road all the time so my clothes are usually brand spanking new and dry-cleaned."

"Oh wow. Well…"

"I have an idea. How about you come back to my place and show me how to work the washer? Your debt will hereby be repayed."

"Well…I…I guess I could since I haven't anything better to do but are you sure? It's kinda late and I don't want to intrude."

"Nope. Not a problem at all. My house is nothing but spooksville. I live alone. Sad huh?"

"Kinda. A good Samaritan like you should never be alone," she laughed getting into the vehicle. He climbed in back with her signaling for the driver to take them back to his place.

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They arrived at his place in little or no time and Allison was amazed. His condo was huge. The inside was even better. It wasn't like anything she would have guessed though. The whole ride to his place she was trying to picture the exact type of home to fit his style and once again she was pleasantly surprised. If she didn't know any better she'd say that he had a real sensitive side as she stared at the pale pink carpet. He had turned on a small lamp that seemingly enough illuminated the front room very nicely. She could even see his kitchen and it was fabulous.

"Right this way is the washer and dryer." He motioned for her to follow him through the kitchen and down a small hall. The first door on the right was the very spacious laundry room that looked as though it had never known the meaning of human contact. "Yeah, I uh…I told ya. I never use the damn things," he laughed. She grinned as she started going through cabinets looking for washing powder and other things needed for washing. When she managed to locate everything she turned to stare at Cena who seemed to be lost in space.

"Hey pretty boy? Hello? I need your shirt."

"Oh, right." He wriggled out of his jacket easily enough but trying to get out of his shirt was something. He struggled with it for a few seconds as Allison watched on trying hard to suppress laughter.

"Let me help you. It's the least I could do for ruining your evening." She walked over and began pulling the shirt over his head. Her cool hands brushed his sides and he let out a low whistle.

"Woman your hands are cold!"

"Sorry. Sheesh. Hold still!" She grabbed his arm with the cast on it and slowly pulled his arm through a sleeve. Afterwards, he managed to get his other arm out on his own. "Good job," she laughed. "Now come come. Let me show you how this is done." He walked over and she began pointing things out to him on the washer.

"Ok. So you want to do permanent press for most things but your sweaters and things you'll put on delicates or wools. Got it?"

"Uh…yeah, I got it," he laughed scratching his head.

"Oh boy. Alright well as for the dryer, it's pretty self explanatory. See?" She pointed a dial that said 'timed dry' and then showed him how to set the timer.

"Ok. Now that I can deal with. Thank you sweets." He smiled down at her and for the first time all night, he noticed that the color of her eyes reminded him of honey. Her shoulder length hair which was an almond color—he was never really good with colors—never the less he noticed her beauty. It was more of a natural beauty he deduced. She was wearing little or no make up but her skin looked light and fresh. For a moment there she blushed and he looked away. She must have felt me staring.

"So my driver's gonna give you a ride back, but I think I'll tag along. You saved my shirt so it's my job as a true soldier to make sure you get back safely." She laughed at his cheesiness but thanked him, grateful that anyone would even bother to do such a thing. It wasn't everyday that a nice, classy guy treated you with respect and like a woman, a real woman. He emerged from the back after having put on another shirt and then the headed back to the Explorer.

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They both were very quiet the first few minutes of the ride but Cena decided to break the silence. He hated awkward silences and even though he was partly to blame for her silence, he still hated being quite for so long. He wasn't used to it anyway.

"So Allison, do I scare you?" It was an honest question that had been nagging him for sometime now. When she first spilled that drink on him, he noticed that she had flinched and he didn't like it.

"Huh? Um…no…not really," she replied. He turned to her grasping her hand causing her to blush once more.

"I really need to know. I mean, this is the second time I've run into you and I get the feeling it may not be the last like we both had hoped."

"I guess…since you seem to like coffee," she mumbled sadly.

"Hey, what's wrong? Did I say something wrong? I was only…I don't want you to fear me. I am about as harmless as they come. Trust me." She looked up at him and nodded quickly before turning her attention back to the window. Cena leaned back in is seat and stared up at the ceiling. God, I didn't mean to hurt her.

"I'm sorry Shawn. I…flinched…but it wasn't because of you…well it was but not how you think," she said a moment later. He sat up straight and stared at her with concern.

"It's ok. Forgive me for prying."

"It's ok," she grinned. What a pretty smile. Cena shook his head letting a chuckle escape his lips.

"You know, I am getting a freaky sort of déjà vu vibe."

"Yeah, I know what you mean." Two weeks ago…The car soon came to a stop and once again there was the awkwardness. This time Allison broke the silence.

"Thank you so much for the ride home Shawn. It was great seeing you again too. You uh…make sure you dry that shirt tonight or else it will sour in that washer over night."

"I will. Thank you for trusting me enough to let your guard down and visit. You've been a big help this evening in more ways than you'll ever know."

"Good-night Shawn. See you around." She reached for the door but he tapped her on the shoulder.

"Yes?"

"Déjà vu won't be complete without this." He lifted her chin then leaned forward and kissed her lips. A small gasp escaped her lips, the opening his tongue was looking for as it entered her mouth tasting her. She responded, placing a cool hand on his cheek as he deepened the kiss. He pulled away a second later, a smile forming on his lips.

"Good-night Allison." She whispered a feeble good night, rushing from the car to the sanctuary of her dorm room dreading the days to come.

AN: Okay. There's an update...finally. Hope you enjoyed it cause I have no earthly idea when I'll get to update this one again. I actually love writing this one though but alas I have to work on my Naruto one. Ok. So review...flame...whatever. Love you guys. It's three in the morning...I am freezing cuz someone keeps messing with the &&(&&(#$ air. Bleh. I'm going to bed.