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 4 - Pearls of Wisdom …

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After a short walk outside of the hotel, Wade came back, without the peace of mind he had hoped for. Once inside he walked towards the mini-bar, opened 24/7 for the red-eyes travellers as well as those who'd have to hit on the road early and wanted to eat something first. Wade being an insomniac, he was used to haunt this kind of places. He hadn't slept well during the past weeks, insomnia striking mercilessly, but tonight his perception of his surrounding seemed a bit blurred and the sounds were like echoes of echoes. Memories mixing with real sounds in a surreal concert, making voices of the past seem so realistic that he could swear that by his side was walking-

His train of thought was interrupted as he spotted two other people from the WWE in the mini-bar. Two people who obviously had problem finding some sleep. To no surprise, after all. John Cena and Husky Harris were sitting by the bar, an empty seat left cautiously between them as a neutral zone between two countries at war. John was holding a cup of coffee in his hands, and a huge untouched sandwich was lying in a plate in front of Husky. The latter glimpsed Wade walking towards them.

"You can't sleep too, right?"

"I don't feel right", the Nexus leader answered, frowning.

"I thought that if I ate something", Husky started as if to justify his presence with Cena, "the empty feeling would pass and I would be able to sleep better, but I can't even bite in it". This was something unusual from the ogre of their group.

"Even if I didn't know him very well", Cena started, "I must say, it is a shock". Wade looked carefully John's face, seeking for mockery or hypocrisy, but he only found pure truth. He inadvertently pinched his lips together, realizing that, had Heath gotten more time, he would have managed to pierce through Cena's armor and would have created a real friendship bond with him.

Wade sat in between them, both mediator and leader. "Well, maybe you'll think I'm good for a straight-jacket and a padded-wall room, but I've got the feeling that he's talking to me". He half-expected an uneasy silence, or mocking chuckles, but he only felt Husky's hand patting his back.

"No, don't worry. I've got the same feeling…"

"Not me ", Cena answered simply with no expression in his voice. No mockery, at least.

"So, at the beginning, I thought it was just a dream", Wade went on for the other two nexuses, "but no. Even awake, sitting on my bed, or walking outside, I hear stuffs".

This was followed by a heavy silence before John frowned and half-turned towards him. "What kind of stuffs?".

"I don't know exactly", Wade answered. "Like advices he would give me".

"Same for me", Husky added.

"What kind of advices?", Cena asked again, his gaze resting on Husky. He was starting to suspect the latter to just borrow the exact path their affected leader was taking in order to be in his good books later. Let alone the idea of Heath showing any kind of wisdom. The memory Cena had of Heath was rather of someone joyful, impulsive, hyperactive, running his mouth without thinking, party addicted,… but wise enough to give advices?

"Well…", Husky started, showing the area around, "he's the one who told me to come here, for example, and to order a sandwich". Cena brought his attention back to Wade as the Nexus leader was raising his eyebrows before turning his gaze towards him.

"Well, as for me, it's a bit better than that". Wade paused a little before going on. "It's as if he was encouraging me to rethink some of our strategies, you see?". He turned his gaze in front of him, lost in the distance. "The championship, the Bigger Picture, everything… as if I had made a mistake somewhere…".

Facing the silence from his comrades, Wade went on: " 'You must always correct or alter your plans. Never rest on your past achievements', this is the kind of things Heath tells me".

"He's really telling you that?", Cena frowned, puzzled. Not exactly due to the fact his forced-leader was hearing voices in his head just like Randy Orton, but mostly due to the complexity of the sentence.

"Well, I removed all the 'Woooh!' and all the 'naw mean', but you get the idea", Wade answered with a thin smile as if he had read his mind. He became very serious again and sighed. "It's just how I feel it. It's as if Heath was now communicating with me not with words, but with emotions".

"Anyway, Heath is there… with us…", Husky spoke again, his eyes towards the ceiling and a soft dreamy smile on his lips. "And he's talking to us…".

John took a sip of his coffee. "Well, all I know is that he's not talking to me". He paused, then went on: "… Maybe because he thinks I'll call him Wendy and tell him to fuck off ".

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TO BE CONTINUED

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Has Wade really lost it, or is Heath's ghost walking by his side? Stay tuned on next chapter to find out more! ;-)

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