Title: Destroyed (12/?)
Rating: M
Content: slash, violence, unpleasant things that will be revealed throughout
Characters: Raw Roster, main characters Randy Orton, Evan Bourne, John Cena
Disclaimer: Don't own, don't sue
Distribution: ffn, lj, anywhere else ask first
Summary: Evan has a terrible secret, Randy and John are determined to help him, but Evan knows what's at stake should anyone find out. Set around current Raw storylines (loosely).
The next night at Raw John made good on his promise to start creating hell for the Nexus, revelling in not being constrained by any rules or regulations. He could do as he wanted and what he wanted was to take Nexus apart, bit by bit. Harris was the first target and he was easy to take out. John had never been one to advocate rule-breaking but he actually found it liberating.
Randy watched in amusement as he saw his best friend enjoying the bad boy role, and it alleviated his worry about what John had put at risk to get their plan moving. There was also a perverse sense of pleasure at seeing Nexus members being decimated. Nothing would make up for what they had done, but it was a start.
"Ready to go?" John was sat in the car with the engine running, so Randy threw his bags on the back seat and jumped in.
"Let's get the hell out of here," the viper growled. "If this flight is delayed I swear to god I'm gonna create absolute chaos."
John shook his head, he was used to his friend's impatience, "don't you worry I'll get you back to your boy soon enough."
Randy nodded, pulling out his phone and dialling Evan's number. He just needed to speak to him, to reassure himself.
Evan smiled to himself, he'd watched Raw and knew that Randy would call as soon as the show was over, "hey Randy." He acknowledged to himself that hearing the older man's voice soothed his heart and calmed him down more than he could ever imagine. It meant they were one step closer to their goal.
"Ev, we're just driving to the airport now, should be with you by early morning," Randy's voice softened, "I can't wait to see you." He saw John's grin widen and stuck out his tongue.
"I can't wait for you to be back here," Evan whispered, "they haven't done anything or said anything have they?"
"No, nothing. I think John took them by surprise."
Evan couldn't help but chuckle, "I bet he did, he looked like he was enjoying himself."
Randy looked over at Cena and nodded, "I think he had the time of his life."
"Damn right," John agreed, "and we're only just getting started with that one."
"So far so good then," Evan noted. "I've left a key at reception for you and John's got a room booked."
"Thanks Ev." After a few more minutes conversation Randy hung up and stared at the road in front of them. "There's no going back now John."
"No, but it all needs to be done," John shrugged. "What are we going to do about Evan though. He can't stay in a hotel forever and we know Barrett's gonna try something."
"I dunno." It was something that weighed heavily on Randy's mind, but he couldn't find any simple or workable solutions. All he knew was that he would kill Barrett given half the chance.
Evan was dozing when he became aware of someone else being in the room with him. He blinked a few times and grabbed his glasses, leaning over to flick the bedside light on.
"Sorry, I was trying to be quiet so I didn't wake you," Randy dropped his bag on the floor and shrugged off his jacket.
"I was trying to stay awake," Evan stretched and sat up properly, "I'm glad you're here."
"I am too." Randy kicked off his shoes and stood by the bed next to where Evan was sitting. He suddenly felt awkward, not sure whether Evan would welcome physical contact, not sure what he should say. Evan could see the conflict within Randy, the insecurity and uncertainty, and took the initiative, standing up so that he was in front of the viper, hoping that his desire was clear.
Randy took a breath of relief and wrapped his arms around the smaller man, Evan snuggling into the embrace. When it was like this, Evan felt like he might get through this in one piece with his sanity intact.
"What happened tonight after John took out Harris?" Evan asked cautiously. He knew Barrett wouldn't take this lying down.
Randy sighed and pulled away from the high flyer, "apparently Barrett trashed the locker room, Ted called me after I spoke to you."
"He's going to make someone pay," Evan shuddered, "god I'm glad I'm not Justin." He realised what he'd said as soon as the words left his mouth, and looked away, not wanting to see the inevitable anger and sadness in Randy's eyes.
"Ev..."
"Please, I..." Evan turned away and sat on the edge of the bed, staring down at the grey hotel carpet.
His mind went back to days and nights that he wished he could forget and he closed his eyes, trying but failing to suppress the memories. He became locked in a cycle of misery and barely acknowledged anything until Randy knelt at his feet, taking his hands in his own, forcing Evan to look at him again.
"Ev... Ev look at me," Randy's voice was unusually soft and gentle, so when Evan did glance up at him he was taken aback at the care and concern in his eyes. "What do you mean, you're glad your not Justin? What is Barrett going to do to him?"
"He's... particularly rough when he's angry," Evan choked, "god, it's... he'll throw him to the wolves now he knows what John's got in store for them. He gets so angry all he wants to do is see someone beg not to be hurt."
"Throw him to the wolves?" Randy shook his head, "what do you mean?"
Evan just closed in on himself, lost in a memory that he'd tried, so hard, to block out of his mind. Randy ran his nails across his shorn head in frustration. He couldn't even imagine what had happened to Evan but the more he did find out, the little snippets that Evan revealed, gave him a sickening feeling in the pit of his stomach and he knew he wouldn't rest until Barrett's threat was removed.
"I never agreed to it," Evan whispered brokenly, "it wasn't part of the deal."
"What?" Randy had a horrible feeling he already knew what Evan was going to say.
"He made me beg. He made me choose," Evan stood up and ran to the bathroom, and Randy could hear him retching, then water running. A couple of minutes later he returned, still reluctant to look the older man in the eye. Evan stood in the doorway, shame clearly visible in his demeanour. He hated himself, he was pretty sure that Randy must hate him too by now.
Instead, he found himself enveloped by two strong tattooed arms, pulling him close. Evan could feel tremors vibrating through Randy's body and he hated himself for causing that, but at the same time he felt eternally grateful that the older man was still there.
"I wish you'd tell me everything," Randy murmured, "but I understand why you won't."
"It's not that I won't," Evan sighed into Randy's chest, "I just... I can't. I don't want you to hate me and it's bad enough what you already know."
"I know I struggled to understand, and if we're being honest here I'm still struggling, but you're too important to me to give up on this. I wish you'd understand that Ev."
Evan nodded and grimaced. "Just don't give up on me."
"Never." Randy gently placed a kiss on Evan's forehead. "Now I'm exhausted, lets at least try to get some sleep, yeah?"
"Sure," but as Evan snuggled next to Randy he knew sleep would not come easily to him that night. Nor would Randy achieve slumber, his mind coloured with fears and anger at things Evan had only hinted about.