Chapter 13

A month went by and there was no sign of Roger anywhere, but that was due to the fact that almost every night they went to a different city for the wrestling events. Tonight they were in Phoenix, Arizona and Martina was on edge, ribs fully healed, wearing a wine colored long sleeved shirt; even in one hundred degree weather, with dark blue jeans that flared at the bottoms, along with black boots. Her hair was half up and half down, a few tendrils framing her face, taking a break on the head bands for a night.

Martina ignored Randy's skeptical look at what she was wearing and simply waved him off dismissively, having kept to herself mostly. She and Randy did share a room, but there was no cuddling, no touching, nothing. They stayed on their respective sides, each in their own thoughts, but somehow, the nightmares had diminished into nothing but wonderful dreams of Randy. Though tonight, Martina wasn't talking to anyone and couldn't stop her stomach from twisting violently, knowing her mother lived just a few minutes away.

"You're going to give yourself a heat stroke." Randy said softly. Hell, he was in a pair of blue jean shorts and beater, sucking down water like there was no tomorrow. "Martina, please, wear a different shirt." She was ignoring him! What the HELL? Frowning, he grabbed her arms, forcing her to face him. "Marti, wear a different shirt."

"No, I'm fine, Randy." She ripped her arms out of his grasp, knowing she was probably going to fry, but at least her body would be covered. "I don't like showing my body off for a reason, so just leave me alone and worry about yourself." She sat on the bed and lowered her head, feeling him kneel down in front of her, not looking at him as she wiped a few tears away from her face. "Stop." She whispered, brushing his hand away when he went to touch her, and stood up to walk toward the window. They would be leaving shortly.

"You hide your body because of the scars." Randy said evenly, seeing her shoulders tense, not moving towards her. He was trying to help her and she was pushing him away. "I've SEEN them, Martina. I've seen you, while you were in the hospital." He wasn't apologizing for it, but what the HELL was she trying to hide from him, seriously? They weren't her fault; she was a beautiful woman; all the more so because she had SURVIVED.

"I know you have, Randy, but others HAVEN'T." She pointed out the obvious, wiping a few more tears away, and felt him turn her around to stare up in his eyes. "I'm sorry." Martina whispered, pressing her forehead against his chest, running her hands up and down his arms, before pulling back a little. "I can't wear another shirt because...because I don't have any others." Didn't he realize after being with her for over a month that all she wore was long sleeved shirts and jeans, the same attire for her sleepwear, only swapping jeans with pajama pants? Didn't he notice that she didn't own a single short sleeved shirt? "I'll be fine, I've survived the heat before and I'll do it again. Besides, the arena has air conditioning and so does the car."

"Wear one of my t-shirts. It'll come to your elbows and be somewhat cooler. The arena is still going to be pretty warm, Marti." Given how packed it was likely to be, the heat being what it was, there was going to be a lot of semi naked wrestlers tonight. He hoped she didn't freak out when she seen it.

"Alright, fine." She whispered, knowing she couldn't argue with him and watched him walk over to his bag, pulling out a Legacy shirt, handing it to her. Hesitantly, Martina took it and walked past him in the bathroom, closing the door behind her. Maybe she could cover up the scar on her arm with makeup. No, it wouldn't work. She pulled her long sleeved shirt over her head and tossed it behind her, before pulling the Legacy one over her head, watching in awe as it fell to her mid-thigh and the sleeves went to her elbows. Martina was going to roast in this too and sighed as she pulled her hair from the shirt, before cleaning her mess up, walking back out. "This thing is huge."

Randy took one look at her and started laughing. She looked like a little girl playing dress up and shook his head. "You're right, it is." He said, between chuckles, wiping his eyes and sighed. "Maybe we can have Janet find you something?" He suggested softly.

"Yeah, they know what happened so..." She nodded, looking down at the shirt again, frowning good naturedly as Randy walked over to her, biting her bottom lip. She felt him kiss her forehead and wrapped her arms around his neck, hugging him briefly, and pulled back. "Come on, we're running late." She went to walk away from him, only for Randy to stop her, drawing her into his arms and softly kissed her lips, hands resting on his shoulders, a gentle moan escaping her. She slowly pulled back and trembled a little. He always managed to make her weak in the knees, lips slightly swollen. "A-Are you ready to go?"

"No." Randy breathed huskily, having been unable to stop himself. Sometimes he wanted to coddle Martina like she was a child; other times he wanted to find out how much of a woman she really was. "I mean, yes." He had a hard time concentrating, frowning. Janet and Tiffany knew? Then it dawned on him. The falling down the stairs accident they made up to cover what really happened. Randy shook his head. "Okay, I'm- Are you alright?"

"Sure yeah, fine. I-I'll meet you out there." She needed some space from Randy and wiped the rest of her gloss away from his lips, before walking out, leaving him standing there, knowing he needed a few minutes to get his mind straight.

"That's a little big on you isn't it?"

"Randy refused to let me wear what I had on." Martina replied, Beth nowhere to be found, which was a good thing.

Martina hadn't spoken to Beth ever since that day at the restaurant, though when Beth pursued her again with questions, Randy snapped on her. The woman hadn't been around since, though Randy still wanted to share a room with her simply due to the fact that he drove her nightmares away and wanted to hold her at night to make her feel safe and secure. He told her that and Martina couldn't argue or deny his request, loving the feeling of his arms around her.

"Umm...alright, is he almost ready to go?"

If Martina's swollen lips were any indication, Randy was probably having a hurried jack-off session in the bathroom. Ted didn't say a word, just studied her thoughtfully. If Randy hurt her in any way, shape or form, Ted was going to hurt Randy.

Randy appeared soon after, clearing his throat at the amused expression on Cody's face, and held out a hand. "Want to shake?"

"Man, that's sick."

"Why?"

"You just- you know."

"Took a piss."

Martina shook her head, giggling at their antics, and groaned at how big this shirt was on her. She sighed resignedly when Randy said they would be at the arena in no time then Janet would help her with an outfit. They gathered their things, Martina having gotten a present from Randy -a laptop- to keep herself occupied.

Some nights she did stay at the hotel, but tonight, Randy wanted her with him. He knew where they were and had a feeling Roger had been there looking for her, so Randy wanted her by his side. He could watch her like a hawk along with Cody and Ted. A few minutes later, they were on their way to the arena.

For all his antics, Cody knew tonight was one of those serious, keep eyes peeled kind of nights. Randy had told them Roger might be in the area. Cody half hoped he was, just so they could get a shot at beating the son of a bitch into a bloody pulp.

Ted was having similar thoughts.

So was Randy.

When they arrived at the arena, Martina was on pins and needles, keeping a smile on her face, though it was strained, for obvious reasons. She looked up at Randy, who nodded at her reassuringly, and laced their fingers together as they walked inside the arena. Randy was right; it was stifling even with the AC on! Groaning inwardly, Cody and Ted went to Legacy's locker room, while Randy lead her down the hallway toward Janet and Tiffany's station, seeing they weren't busy surprisingly.

"What on earth are you wearing?"

Janet turned around, raising a slow eyebrow, and crossed her arms in front of her chest. "Randall, she's going to burn up in that, honey."

"That's kinda why I'm here..." She was blushing profusely, head lowered. "I was wondering if you had anything I could borrow just for the night..."

Janet's eyes suddenly glittered mischievously with a grin, nodding. "I think it's time we give her a dose of the WWE, what do you think Tiff?"

"Definitely."

"Ladies, please remember that is my wife and not eye candy. At least, not for anyone but me." Randy said, trying not to smile, knowing damn well how these two harpies could be when they got something in their minds.

"We'll behave."

"Kind of."

"Now go away."

"She'll look like your wife when we're done." Tiffany promised, exchanging smirks with Janet.

Janet just smiled sweetly.

Janet left the dark blue jeans and replaced the Legacy t-shirt with a tight red top that was spaghetti strapped and had open shoulder sleeves, the scar on her arm covered. There was a black belt that wrapped around the waist for style and the top went with her hair. Janet was beaming as she pushed Jessica over to Tiffany.

Tiffany teased her hair in loose curls, after pulling it out of the ponytail, fluffing it out before redoing her makeup. Foundation with blue eyeliner brought those jade green orbs out nicely, along with a soft red lip gloss that shimmered in the lights. She didn't need blush, her tinged cheeks provided it naturally and Tiffany even did her nails, leaving them clear and manicured.

"Now go knock your husband off his feet."

Blushing furiously, Martina walked away from them and headed down the hallway, smoothing the top down past her hips; not believing how tight it was, though it clung to her curves.

"Jessica! You look HOT!" Maria said as soon as she spotted the other woman, bouncing right up to her. "Wow...I don't think I've seen you in anything, but long sleeved shirts. Randy is a lucky ducky, isn't he?" She smiled brightly at the other woman, wearing a tube dress herself, fanning her face. "It's so darn hot in here, isn't it? You know, I think the guys should be made to go around in just boxers when it's this hot, just so us girls have something to look at, what do you think?"

"Uh sure." Martina smiled sweetly back at her, feeling much cooler in this shirt because it was a thin material that helped her breathe and covered all of the scars on her body. She had to admit, the shirt fit her well as Maria made small talk until she arrived outside of Legacy's locker room. "Thanks for showing me the way here, Maria." She had asked the woman, not having the foggiest idea where the locker room was and promised to catch up with her later as she walked inside, the door closing behind her.

"Whoa..."

Ted's eyes widened and felt his jaw drop at the sight of Martina. "Holy fuck..."

"What?" Randy demanded, having pulled off his tank top, now just bare chested and cursing the heat. "What's holy fuck?" He turned around, his own jaw dropping, eyes growing large as well. "Holy fuck." He echoed, blinking.

"Yeah, that."

"Eyes off my wife, Rhodes."

"She's not really your wife, Orton." Ted reminded him in a low voice, causing Martina's cheeks to flame up even more, the red going well with her top.

"Is this better than what I was wearing before?"

"My god much..." Cody couldn't take his eyes off of her; he was a man after all and groaned when Randy slapped him upside the head.

Martina giggled as he slowly came toward her, blue locked on jade, wondering what he truly thought about her. She was still trying to get used to the top and smoothed it down again, the sleeves too short, but at least they were tight and hid the scar on her arm.

Randy was ignoring Ted at the moment, not in the mood to kill his friend for two reasons. One, it was too damn hot. Two, his attention was firmly fastened on his 'wife'.

"You look beautiful." He whispered, reaching out to gently run a finger down her arm. "This look suits you, Marti."

"It's supposed to be Jessie!" Cody hissed quietly to where they couldn't hear and looked back at Ted, who wanted to say the same thing.

"If you say so..." Martina whispered in return, head lowered as she fingered a strand of hair that was curled, his hand cupping her chin to tilt her head back, their eyes locking. He was the beautiful one. He was incredible, sweet, loving, caring, dashing, a prince charming, though Martina thought she met one of those before and look how THAT turned out. "The only reason why I agreed to this is because you were right; it is hot in here and I probably would've gotten heat stroke."

"Well, maybe we'll get lucky and find hot as hell arenas waiting for us all across the country."

He'd made a mistake; he called her Marti. Damn it, his mind was turning to mush and, while he could blame the heat, it wasn't that. He was falling for Martina, not JESSICA. He had no idea WHY, but he was.

Her heart skipped a beat when he called her by her birth name, but Martina hid it well, feeling him take her hand and guided her over to sit on the couch. She was falling for Randy, but knew she could never have him. Martina wasn't in his league; he deserved to find some beautiful Barbie doll that would fit perfectly with him. She blinked when he pulled her to sit on his lap, feeling the heat radiating off of him, feeling his rippling muscles since her hands were on his shoulders, sitting sideways.

"I don't think that'll happen, but a person can dream." She joked with a wink and felt him playing with the curls in her hair.

"Well then, I'll see you in my dreams tonight, wearing..."

"Okay, you two aren't alone if you haven't noticed."

"Actually, I have, why don't you vacate for awhile, hmm?"

"You're joking, right?" Ted looked at Cody. "He's joking, isn't he?"

"I don't know..."

Randy winked at Martina.