Chapter 6

"Sleeping pills and therapy?" Randy repeated, wondering if there was a law against this kind of discussion this early in the day. He accepted the coffee Ted handed him, frowned, and passed it back. "Uh..."

"Juice?"

"No, why do you say therapy?"

"You really aren't a morning person, are you? It makes you slow."

"Sorry, I forgot you're not a coffee drinker." Ted grunted, having only been with Randy a few months, sighing gently. "I don't think she needs therapy. I think she just needs to learn how to trust us." Ted knew Martina wouldn't go for the therapy for two reasons. One, she refused to talk about what happened with Roger and, two, she was Jessica Orton now, Randy's wife. Why would Randy's wife need therapy? "Do you forget her identity too, man? Having Randy's wife in therapy will attract attention."

"Ohhh..." Cody was catching on now, having gotten himself a Red Bull, along with Randy, raking a hand through his hair. "Well...what should we do then?"

"Leave it up to her husband."

Randy scowled, almost choking on his Red Bull, but managed to swallow without spewing or dribbling any, blue eyes shooting daggers at Ted. "Not funny, you're the one who was all gung-ho about this." He grunted, setting aside the can and rubbed the back of his head, sighing when Ted shot him a look. "She can't do therapy or people WOULD start to wonder. Maybe one of us should try talking to her?"

"Have fun with that; you and the little woman will have a great conversation."

"Her name is Martina."

"Jessica."

"Behind closed doors she's Martina, moron." Ted scowled, crossing his arms in front of his chest, staring pointedly at Randy. "You know damn well you wouldn't have left her either even if I wasn't all for it." Ted sipped more of his coffee, sitting in a chair, wondering what it would take to make Martina trust them.

"Watch you slip up and then people will REALLY start talking." Cody snorted, shaking his head and finished his Red Bull, before turning the television on. "I'm not going to talk to her."

"She's Jessica." Randy said firmly. "If we call her Martina, chances are, we'll do it at the wrong place and that'll be another question asked we won't want to answer. Understood?"

"Loud and clear, boss."

"Call me that again, moron, and-"

"And what?" Cody wasn't even looking up, turning on the PS3. He scoffed when Randy didn't reply, beginning to play his game. A second later the screen went black. "What the-"

Randy held up the cord.

"So we're really taking her to the arena?" Cody asked, ignoring Randy's 'no shit, moron', busy with his game, this time guarding the cords.

"Considering Janet and Tiffany have probably told everyone Randy's married, that'd look odd if she didn't as least make an appearance with him."

"If by chance anyone asks, Cody is blonde."

"HEY!"

~!~

Martina took a shower, crying at the scars that adorned her abdomen, letting the sprays wash away her tears. She was hopeless and damaged goods. Why Randy was helping her was beyond Martina, but she wasn't going to question it. The last time she'd done that had been three days ago and Randy told her never to mention it again. She sighed, finishing her shower and stepped out, wrapping a thick black towel around her body, looking at her left arm with a frown.

Another scar would be there as she ran her fingers over the fresh tissue that was healing. She looked at her thigh, which had been the more serious injury and nodded when she seen it was just a red line, completely closed up. Her cheek was healed, a thin pink line in its midst, though that would fade in time and nothing makeup couldn't cover up. Brushing her teeth and hair, Martina walked back out, deciding she wouldn't do her makeup until right before they left. Tonight she was going to the arena with the guys for the first time.

Slipping into a long sleeved dark blue shirt with blue jeans, Martina put her white socks on before deciding to just leave her hair down, not doing anything with it. What was the point in all honesty, besides the fact that she was pretending to be married to a celebrity? Martina wasn't going to fit in at all, sighing heavily as she finally emerged from her room, seeing the guys playing a game and went to get a glass of water. She couldn't help staring down at the ring on her left ring finger, eyebrows furrowing together and took a few gulps, pouring the rest out.

"Everything alright?" Randy asked, having become aware of her presence the minute she'd come out of her room.

It was impossible not to notice Martina. She moved like she was ready to dodge something, or someone. He scowled at the very thought, not wanting to know how much abuse; how many years of it would take to instill that kind of instinct in a person. He had seen enough to tell him all he needed to know.

"Yes, everything's fine, Randy." She replied softly, turning around to face him, staring into those blue eyes with a small smile on her face. "What time are we leaving?" Martina wanted to make sure she was ready, more importantly the makeup, not wanting people to think Randy had done this to her when he'd really saved her life. Once at the arena, Martina would be Jessica Orton, his wife, and she would have to be affectionate with him. Martina could handle that because, somehow, she knew Randy would never hurt her. "Did you eat yet?"

"We were-"

"We ate. Randy was about to go down to the hotel's cafe." Ted said, interrupting.

For once, Cody actually cottoned on grinning. "You should go with him. It'll be good for you two to be seen in public together, you know? Mr. and Mrs. Orton."

They had a point as Martina stared back at Randy, who was staring at his partners, clearing her throat with a nod. "Let me go finish getting ready and we'll head out then." She said quietly, walking past them and inside her room, taking a few deep breaths.

Out in public, she could do this. Randy would protect her. Martina quickly applied foundation that Tiffany gave her, which covered up her face, even though the bruises were gone, before adding blue eyeliner and clear gloss. She had eyeliner of every color, which consisted of brown, black, blue and white. Nearly all neutral.

She applied strawberry lip gloss to her lips before putting black mascara on and fluffed her hair out a bit. She put her hair back with a blue cloth head band, bangs the same length as her hair so there was no need to leave them out. Taking a deep breath, Martina walked out a few minutes later with white tennis shoes on, hoping she could pass over as Mrs. Orton without question.

Randy studied her thoughtfully, wearing just a pair of blue jeans, sneakers and a white t-shirt with a band logo on it. Not entirely sure who the band was, it was something Ted had given him as a joke. "You ready?" He asked, frowning when Cody cleared his throat. "What?"

"You're forgetting YOUR wedding ring, Mr. Orton."

Sighing, Randy went to retrieve his own ring, sliding it on his finger and flexed his hand. That felt odd.

Martina nodded, watching as Randy flexed his hand, and looked down at her own. She hoped she could pull this off, taking another deep breath. She wore her wedding ring constantly to get used to it, though she knew Randy couldn't do that. Hell, why would he want too?

Martina felt her stomach rumble gently and knew she had to eat something, hoping this sick feeling went away soon. When he extended his hand to her, Martina took it without hesitation as Randy guided her out of the hotel room, knowing she was no longer Martina now. She was Jessica Orton as her head rose, squaring her shoulders, plastering a smile on her face.

"Relax." Randy murmured as they walked down the hallway, knowing most of the roster was staying at this hotel and they'd probably run into a few of his co-workers. Gently wrapping an arm around her shoulders, Randy pulled her into him. He wasn't surprised when she tensed, but didn't let go; she'd have to get used to this if they wanted to make this work. "Just so you know, we'll probably see some people I work with. Most of them are built like me or bigger." He cautioned softly.

"Alright." She murmured in reply, slowly relaxing her body and leaned into him, keeping that smile on her face.

He wouldn't hurt or let anything happen to her; Martina had to keep reminding herself of that as they headed for the elevator. Randy pressed the button as they stood there, waiting, not sure what to say to the other. If this was going to work, they had to act like a married couple, and Martina had no idea how to do that.

She was screwed.

"Randy!" Maria screeched when the elevator doors opened, launching herself out and into his arms, grunting when she got held back. "What? Ohhhh...this is the wife? I heard about you from Tiffy and Janet! I'm Maria and I'm-"

"Very hyper, I thought Larry told you no more sugar?"

"It was only ONE Danish..."

Martina blinked and extended her hand to Maria, playing the roll and found it was easier than she thought, smiling. "Hello, I'm Jessica Orton. It's nice to meet you Maria." Her voice was a soft caress, sounding like an angel without realizing it, and stepped on the elevator with Randy following. She could tell he was pleased with her performance and sighed in inner relief, not showing it.

"I REALLY have to go, but I'll see you later, k bye!" Maria bounced off, just as the elevator doors closed, leaving both Randy and Martina alone for a few brief moments.

"She's...interesting."

"She is a new breed of Chihuahua, hyper; tiny and begging to be kicked, but at the same time; too cute to kick." Randy said with a shake of his head, glancing down at her. "I know that sounds mean, but you'd have to really know Maria to get it. She's a sweetheart, but gets on your nerves really quick." He fell silent, staring at the doors, not sure what to say. Undoubtedly, that hadn't been a smart thing to say on his part.

"No, that's fine. I can tell she's unnerving at times." Martina patted his hand in reassurance, giving him a genuine smile, and feeling a little more at ease.

This couldn't be easy for him and Martina was going to do everything in her power to make it as easy as possible. When the elevator doors opened, they walked off as Randy took her hand, lacing their fingers together. They had to act like a married couple who was in love and Martina was pulling it off perfectly. She still kept her eyes peeled for any sign of danger, though managed to keep it well enough hidden where nobody noticed. To strangers, she looked like a happily married woman.

"Ah shit, Cena." Randy groaned, wondering if they were going to catch a break, quickly pulling her into the small restaurant and guided her to a table in the corner, hoping John hadn't spotted them. John's mouth was almost worst then Cody's and he was damn near as clueless. Another good guy, just a few cans short a full six pack. "Order whatever you want."

"Thanks." Martina quietly replied, taking a menu and looked over the contents, sucking her cheeks in thoughtfully, finally deciding on a Belgian waffle with a side order of eggs and bacon and a glass of orange juice. She was so glad she could eat regular food, after being examined by Larry, the WWE's on-road doctor, and leaned back against the booth after the waitress took their order.

Randy had ordered himself the 'deluxe' breakfast, juice and milk; two glasses of milk because he thought a little calcium wouldn't hurt her. Not to mention, whole milk was fattening and Martina -'Jessica, damn it!' He corrected himself mentally- looked like she could do with a bit more padding. He reached across the table to take her hand.

"So, wife, what should I know about you?" He kept his voice low so no one could overhear them.

His touch was so warm and caring, something Martina was not used to feeling, and smiled back at him as she felt his thumb run across the back of her hand. "Well, what do you want to know?" She asked quietly, staring back into his eyes, knowing she could seriously get lost in them. They were mystic blue and captivating, eyes that could never be duplicated unless he had his own offspring. "You can ask me anything Randy, I'm an open book."

"That's just it, I'm not sure what to ask you." Randy admitted, smiling sheepishly, blue eyes twinkling as he studied her. "I mean, this isn't like going out on a date, you know?"

Not to mention, what COULD he ask her? What did she do BEFORE she met the asshole? What are her friends like? Did she HAVE any friends besides the people who stitched her up?

"I know..." Martina chewed her bottom lip, wondering if she should just tell him anything, or the truth. "Well, the easier things would be favorite color, food, things like that," She paused, smiling when the waitress brought them some water, having forgotten it, before turning her attention back to Randy. "My favorite color is blue, my favorite food is spaghetti. Breakfast is my favorite meal of the day; I enjoy long walks on the beach and I'm a night owl." There, that was some facts he could store away as she sipped some water with her free hand, setting it down slowly. "Now you."

"You sound like one of those commercials for a dating site." Randy said, sounding amused as he took a drink of his juice, setting one of his glasses of milk beside her plate, gesturing her to drink it. "Let's see…my favorite color is black, or blue. My favorite food is actually dessert and, as long as it's chocolate, I don't care what it is. Dessert is also my favorite meal of the day, but I don't have it every day because I have to keep my sexy figure." He smirked when she laughed at him. "And in my free time, I like just hanging out in bed and catching up on TV. Now we BOTH sound like dating sites."

Martina laughed softly and it felt great, eyes closing momentarily before opening them again, shaking her head almost in disbelief. 'That felt good.' She thought, feeling Randy squeeze her hand, and smiled wider back at him. "As far as dessert goes anything with strawberries because they're sort of my addiction." She shrugged, knowing it was the truth.