Warning: The FRENCH version is already COMPLETE, but in order to avoid spoilers I'll publish it AFTER the English one. As English isn't my mother language, please, don't hesitate to tell me if you saw some mistakes and I'll correct them :)

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"WHAT THE BIGGER PICTURE IS FOR"

Chapter 3 - Voices in my head …

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Wade hung up again after another message on Justin's voicemail. The South-African's phone was still off and the Nexus leader was starting to worry for BOTH of them now. He pressed his hands on his temples, trying to erase the migraine he could feel approaching. He wasn't in total panic. Not yet. But given time, he would.

No news from Justin, but also no news from the WWE management. Shortly after the Nexus had received the phone text message, he had walked to McMahon's office, to warn them, hoping they already knew and more info about the incident or whatever had happened to the One Man Rock Band. The big boss' shocked expression had unfortunately revealed Wade that he was actually the first bearer of bad news. The following minutes had seemed to Wade like a blur in an ugly greenish light. He had heard Vince's voice on the phone with some people from the board of directors, but hadn't been able to recognize the words. Yet, Vince's face expression during all those phone calls had been enough for Wade to know that the WWE direction was facing the situation differently than the Nexus, or even the rest of the roster.

For the board of directors, Heath was just an employee. An employee they had been forced to engage with six other totally unknown wrestlers, following Wade's coup d'état in June. Even if Heath had a talent for quickly becoming friends with people wherever he would go, Wade was sure that the WWE management was paying attention more to the administrative hell rather than to the One Man Rock Band's human value. With absolutely no news about Heath, what had happened to him, or where he was, they were probably wondering if they had to contact his family, and also what would they announce…

Wade had asked Vince McMahon to be warned as soon as they would get any information, even if it was in the middle of the night. He looked at the digital watch and read 03:17. He wondered if McMahon was alseep. Probably. Was there still someone in the communication team awake and investigating about Heath and Justin's whereabouts? Perhaps. Was that person aware that Wade had to be warned in case of news? He was starting to have serious doubts.

Wade was next-of-kin to neither Justin nor Heath. WWE management had no obligation to give him any personal info regarding other employees. And with the excellent communication he had observed between the teams recently, Wade was growing more and more persuaded that they had found something, but didn't bother calling him.

He grabbed his cell-phone and dialed another number. He wasn't sure that the man would be glad to be woken up in the middle of the night, but he had to try anything. Yet, he felt somehow relieved when he arrived directly on his voice mail. Perhaps the man was already on the phone with someone else, and would call him back afterwards. Wade couldn't imagine that man shutting his phone off during the night. Especially in the current situation.

"Mister Laurinaitis", Wade started after the beep, "this is Wade Barrett. I'm calling you regarding Justin Gabriel's and Heath Slater's situations. Please can you call me back as soon as you have news? I'm not going to sleep anyway… Thanks".

He hung up and stared at the phone for awhile, as if he could make it ring with the sole force of his thought. A mosquito found him, and seemed determined to have his high tea off him. A mosquito whirling around his head, and thoughts like mosquitoes inside his head. Those he couldn't wave off. Good memories from his time with Heath, but also regrets of his many unnecessary hurting words towards the ginger… and so many encouragement words he could have said, but never did.

He slapped his left cheek and was a bit disgusted when he felt the squashed mosquito against his skin. But as he was standing to go clean his face in the bathroom, he stopped when he saw the time on the night watch. 03:52. He really had lost track of time! A blackout? Or had he dozed off? He didn't know for sure. It was as if he had fallen into a strange kind of trance.

Sometimes he had the feeling he could hear Heath's voice, joking or trying to reassure him. If only he could close his eyes, and open them on a new day, only to realize that this had just been a bad dream, he swore to himself that he would be more tolerant to his hyperactive ginger. For a week, at least.

He reached the bathroom to clean his face, and clear his mind. He suspected that he was still in a shock state, so unreal the situation seemed. But emotions were reaching the core of his soul. Anger, he was trying his best to stay calm while all he really wanted was to smash everything his hands could fall upon. Panic - but not for him, a totally new kind of feeling. And as he passed water on his face, sadness.

'What on Earth happened to you, crazy ginger…?'

He didn't know if things would be easier if he knew what had befallen on his comrade, but at least, he would know. It would perhaps shut down the voices in his head. These voices of the past continued to twirl in his mind, Heath's voice for most of them. With those memories came the realization that his ginger friend hadn't been as dumb as he always claimed. He could now remember pearls of wisdom he had preferred to ignore back then.

He sighed and looked at his reflection in the mirror. On his face was clearly written his severe lack of sleep and actual stress. Wade was not a smoker, but he felt like he desperately needed a cigarette now.

He decided to go take a walk outside. Anything to take his mind away. Pacing back and forth in his room like a lion in cage wouldn't help, and wouldn't make Justin, Laurinaitis, McMahon or anybody from WWE call him any faster.

He took his grey shirt and put it on, getting the buttons wrong on the first try so that one tailed hung down below the other. He rebuttoned it, looking at the bed against the wall. There was something horribly sad about that empty bed with untouched sheets. The sign that all his former wishes to get rid of his annoying roommate had finally become true… and Wade understood the old adage: "Beware what you wish for".

… 'cause it might come true…

…and usually not the way you wanted it.

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TO BE CONTINUED

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Will Wade find some peace outside, or will he have another blackout? Will he get a call from WWE management, or even Justin? Come back at next chapter to find out more.

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