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Brenna walked down terminal B in Boston's airport. Her neatly tailored suit hung loosely on her body after the thirteen hour trip from the United Kingdom. She remembered the last time she walked through this terminal on her way to the United Kingdom. It had been 12 years since she'd been on American soil. That was the day that she walked away from her high school sweetheart John Cena.

Flashback

"I can't believe you're leaving. Summer is barely over. I don't have to go to school for weeks."

John stood holding both of Brenna's hands in his, afraid to let go.

"I know Johnny but the Oxford semester starts in less than a month and I need to find an apartment and get everything in order. I don't want to leave. I promise I'll write every single day, and call every week. You'll be able to visit at spring break. It will be great."

John held her hands a moment longer. "No Bren, I don't think I will. I can't have a long distance relationship. With your parent's going on their trip around the world, you will never come back here. It's not going to be the same. I think it's time to just say goodbye. You know what they say, sometimes moving on with the rest of your life, starts with goodbye."

Brenna pulled her hands out of John's in shock. "What are you saying?"

"I'm saying that when I go off to college I'm going to find someone else, maybe a lot of someone else's. I won't have time to write everyday or answer the phone once a week. I hope we can still be friends though."

Brenna looked up into the blue eyes she loved so much, "No John, we could never be friends."

Brenna marched toward the custom's area smiling brightly at the customs agent. "Hello miss, may I see your passport?"

Brenna handed over her passport and birth certificate and was processed through quickly. As she turned the corner she saw a crowd forming around a very tall man in a baseball cap who seemed to be signing autographs.

A loud uproar came from the baggage claim had Brenna turning to see her family and friend standing there holding signs welcoming her home.

She ran to her father and mother who held her close for a long moment. She was turned and hoisted up into huge hug by three men, men who had been very young middle school kids when she'd left. "Brennie!" they yelled in unison.

"Oh my goodness, it can't be the three Cena brats who would never leave me alone. I swear you had radar for when your older brother and I…" She broke off before mentioning John. Ten years later and it still brought that sinking feeling in her stomach.

They set her down and smiled. Matt, the eldest of the little brothers introduced her to his wife and daughter. "This is my daughter, and my wife Carol." His daughter, Brittany was gorgeous.

Brenna knelt down at the toddler's eye level and smiled. Her eyes were the Cena eyes; there was no mistaking that blue. The hair however, was her mother's. It was blonde. The curls however had to have come from her daddy; Matt's hair had been very curly when he was a baby.

"My, you are adorable." The little girl giggled and waved her hands in the air. "Unc Johnny!"

Brenna was shoved out of the way by the crowd who seemed to surround John as he scooped up his niece and kept his back to her. "Nice of you guys to come welcome me home."

He hadn't even looked at her. He gave Brittany back to his sister-in-law and said hello to his family one-by-one.

A tall man pushed through the crowd, "We love you son, but we're not here for your homecoming. We're here for hers." John's father pointed over his son's shoulder and then John turned around.

Brenna didn't say a word, when John turned around and saw her. All Brenna did was kick him hard in the left shin with her high heeled boot and turn and walk away.

She wasn't kidding when she'd said they could never be friends, with the secret she had, she knew he'd be better off as an enemy.

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Her phone wouldn't stop ringing. Brenna picked it up and hit ignore for the tenth time since waking up at 2 am. She couldn't answer it. If she did, they would know. She wasn't going to risk seven years of surveillance and undercover work for nothing.

After being educated and getting her degree from Oxford, Brenna had joined a very special section of the British police force. After she had been trained in everything from hand to hand combat to disarming a bomb in ten seconds, she'd joined forces with the CIA and become their top undercover woman.

To her family, she'd been a lawyer to hundreds of crooks as a public defender in the New Scotland Yard.

To herself, the real reason she'd never set foot back on U.S. soil was because if the people she was trying to bring down ever found her family and friends, it would be over.

She had to keep them safe. That was the purpose of coming home. She was going to tell her parents the truth and make sure they were put somewhere safe with new identities and new lives. She'd made a mess of her life; she wasn't going to make a mess of theirs.

When her phone rang for the eleventh time she picked it up and answered quickly, "what?!"

"I should ask you the same thing. What in hell made you kick me yesterday?"

John's voice was like a punch to the stomach. The butterflies she'd felt when he'd picked her up for their first date were still fluttering inside of her. She couldn't speak.

"I think we both know why I kicked you. You broke up with me. How did you get this number?"

"Hey you were the one who got on a plane and flew to another country on the other side of the world."

"Oh and I suppose the great John Felix Anthony Cena, couldn't possibly have afforded to come and visit once in a while. You didn't even look me up the 15 times you came to the UK with your wrestling thing."

"You lost your accent."

"What?"

"That thick Massachusetts accent you had when you left. It's gone. It's one of the things I loved about you."

"You lost the right to love anything about me when you broke my heart John. You didn't answer my question. How did you get this number?"

"Your dad gave it to me."

"I can't talk now John. I have to go."

"I want to see you."

"That's not a good idea. I can't see you. Goodbye John."

"You're wrong Bren; I will love you until the day I die. I always have and I always will."

Brenna snapped the phone closed and looked at the time the phone call took. Three minutes. It was enough to have it traced and now they knew where she was. She had to get her parents out. Her phone rang again. She looked at the number thinking it was John.

When she answered her heart stopped.

"Brenna? You shouldn't have answered your phone. Now I know where you are. I'm going to come get you. If you aren't there, your precious John is going to die. I don't like being lied to. I don't like that you know so much. You better say goodbye to your family Brenna, you'll be dead in the morning."

Brenna slammed the phone shut and ran down the stairs, "We have to go…NOW!"

Her parents stared at her as she ran around grabbing the essential items they would need for their new lives.

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It took four minutes and seven seconds for Brenna's handler to come to the house after the phone call was made and it took an hour to get the family all packed up and told what was going on.

Brenna's mother, Julia, sat at the kitchen table tears running down her face.

Brenna sat across from her, hands outstretched and grasped in Julia's own.

"How can this be happening?"

"I'm so sorry mama."

"It isn't your fault daughter. Our family came here with nothing but a Scottish nickel in their pocket and brains in their heads. They made something of their lives and so did you. Do not blame yourself for what has happened to us. We will go and be safe until all of this unpleasantness is gone."

Brenna squeezed her mother's hands. She knew her family's history and it made her proud to be Scottish. Her great grandfather had come to America on a steamboat in 1892. He had made his money on his own land in the Oklahoma territory. Her mother had been born in Scotland and had come here and married her father. They'd moved to Boston and then West Newbury so that Brenna could grow up in a community with friends.

Brenna had made friends with the Cena family and her father Joseph had become the best of friends with John Sr.

When Brenna and John had started dating, their father's had been pleased. Now Brenna was going to have to take them away from their best friends.

"No, it is my fault. I should have just gotten my law degree and opened my own practice. All I did was go off and try to be a spy for the US and British governments. All it got me was my family in danger and the man I love on their kill list."

"So you still love him then?"

"Oh yes mother. I truly do."

They stared into each other's eyes and slowly smiled.

"Then go get him my darling. He's in danger and only you know these people. Go get him and tell him that you love him."

Brenna jumped when she heard the sound of three sets of feet running into the kitchen.

John knelt at her side and took her hands in his.

"You can't go. Damn it Brenna you just can't go."

Brenna pulled her hands away and looked up at her boss. "How long before they get here?"

Barry's eyes looked down at the floor. "They're already here. They are waiting for the order. If you take a step outside, you'll probably be dead. I suggest that you call them and tell them you'll give yourself up if you want to save your family."

"No, Brenna don't you dare do that. Brenna we just got you back I refuse to let you leave now." Julia reached out and grabbed her daughter's arms pulling her down to the chair she'd just been sitting in.

John stood behind Brenna with his hands on her shoulders massaging gently. "You're not going anywhere without me."

"They have guns John. Big guns. They aren't going to wait for you to fight them; they're just going to shoot. They want me back. The whole issue here is for all of you to be safe. I'm going."

Brenna stood up and took the gun that Barry held out to her. "Remember your training. And remember that we're not far behind you. Just make it to the site alive and we'll have you home as fast as we can."

"Yea well, just so you know, I quit when this is over ok?"

"Yea Kid, I know."

"And then I'm going to move back home and start my own practice, and I will have a nice quiet life. No more spying, no more espionage, no more lying. And I will never ever want to see another grain of sand again."

"Tell you what then," John said from behind her, "I will take you to the mountains on our honeymoon."

Brenna turned around and smiled at her mother and father. She walked to where John stood and reached up on her tip toes, reaching her arms around his neck. Brenna kissed John deeply as his arms came around her and crushed her to him. "Don't forget me this time ok?"

He looked down into her eyes and smiled sadly, "How could I forget you? I've loved you since I was five years old."

"Yea well, don't let that change."

"Be careful, and come back soon."

"Take care of my parents ok?"

With that final request, she kissed her parents and John goodbye. She wouldn't be home for another year.

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Brenna stepped out of the car a year and three days later. Her hair was longer and her body was thinner. Her mother ran and grabbed her into her arms. "Come inside. It's warm and the show is on. John is in Boston wrestling and he'll be home as soon as he can. I called and told him you were home."

Brenna was ushered in by her father and smiled at her second homecoming. She was tired. Tired of fighting but knew she had to get the story out. She knew she had to tell everyone the truth and answer any questions that they had. She would do that, as soon as she woke up.

Within seconds she had fallen asleep against her father's shoulder. Brenna didn't even see what John had to say during his promo.

John stood in the ring with a microphone in his hand. He looked around at the crowd that screamed his name and only thought of Brenna. He wanted her here. Home. Safe.

"You all know that my loyalties lie here in the WWE. I love my fans. But there is something I need to get off my chest that can't wait."

The fans screamed and shouted as Cena began to talk. "You all know that I appreciate the US military more than anyone could ever imagine. But right now I want to say thank you to all of you out there in law enforcement here and overseas. There are people in this country who risk their lives every day to protect this great country. So thank you, wherever you are.

His music began to play and he walked out.

Four hours later Brenna was just waking up. When she opened her eyes she saw John hovering over her.

"Hey baby. How are you feeling?"

Brenna tried to sit up. "No, Bren, just stay still. I didn't mean to wake you up. It's been 13 years since I've seen you sleeping. I used to do it every night."

He sat down in a chair next to the bed. He took her hand in his and leaned over her. Brenna felt an electric jolt when his lips touched hers. Brenna leaned into the kiss. Her heart pounded in her chest and when John pulled back from the kiss they were both breathing hard.

John moved over to the bed and snuggled next to Brenna. He lay next to her and wrapped her in his arms.

"It's been 13 years and you still fit perfectly into my arms Brennie"

Brenna turned onto her side and laid her head over his heart. She felt the beat against her cheek and marveled at how her heart still beat for him.

"John, I love you." Brenna's whisper barely reached his ears.

When he heard her John smiled. "I should never have broken up with you so long ago. I was afraid of losing you. I thought if I got you completely out of my life then the long distance thing wouldn't hurt so much. You were my best friend."

Brenna smiled into his chest and sat up. "We should get everyone in here. I need to tell everyone this. It's important."

Everyone entered the room and took seats to listen to Brenna's story.

"When I graduated from Oxford I was approached by MI-5 to train to be a spy. Long story short because I was a US citizen I trained with the CIA. I was sent on a mission to infiltrate a branch of terrorists planning an attack on the US embassy in London. I went in as their lawyer and tried like hell to get intelligence. It wasn't too difficult when the boss wanted me for his mistress. I went in but not as his mistress. I got everything I needed and then left.

The boss, Martino Barteloni, made a big scene at the hotel I was at. I escaped out the back way but had someone following me from London to Boston. I had to get out and testify. However, that was really bad. They found out my real name and went to my flat in London. They found everyone's pictures. They put a trace on my phone. I couldn't answer it because within three minutes of talking on the phone they would have known exactly where I was."

John's face fell. "That phone call you and I had. That was what led them to you. It's my fault."

"No John, don't blame yourself. It was not you. It would have happened. I tried to end the call but I couldn't hang up. I wanted to hear what you had to say. I needed to hear what you had to say."

"You were trying to save my life. You would have had yourself killed just to save my life."

"No John, I would have killed myself just to save the life of my family and yours. I couldn't let those terrorist bastards kill anyone I loved so damn much."

Her family was still waiting to hear the rest of the story.

"So for the last year I've been taking down the people in that cell which since then separated into seven different cells. My testimony has sent fifty terrorist to Guantanamo Bay for life. There is no one else in the world that can hurt us again."

"I'd really like to know that you're quitting this very dangerous job and opening your own practice here in the states. I really don't want to know my daughter is an international woman of mystery."

Julia finished and made Brenna smile brightly, "That is a promise mom."

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The next day John and Brenna were walking together in a local park. Her arm was put through his and he had eyes only for her.

Brenna smiled up at him as they finished talking about the thirteen years that they had missed with each other.

"Brennie I want you to promise me something."

"Anything Johnny."

"I want you to promise me that we'll spend the rest of our lives making up for the past thirteen years. And promise me you'll never call me Johnny in front of my friends."

"I promise Johnny. I promise I'll be your high school sweetheart forever."

Fin