Title: Destroyed (14/?)
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).
True to his word, John took out his next target with precision and ease. Justin didn't know what had hit him, but he was soon introduced to the hood of a car and a cold concrete floor. As he watched the young man trying to get his bearings, John shook his head in disgust to note that not one Nexus member approached him or tried to help. It was like he'd been thrown to the wolves.
It wasn't in the plan but John felt like if he was throwing the rule book out of the window, he may as well do it in style. When he was sure that no Nexus member was going to come and help the young high flyer, he carefully walked out to where the young man was still lying on the ground and gently helped him to his feet.
Justin was disoriented and looked up in surprise and fear at the man who was assisting him.
"Hey, I'm just gonna walk you back to the locker room, ok?" John spoke softly, hoping to reassure the young man. Justin nodded reluctantly and allowed himself to be escorted to the backstage area, and he couldn't help the sigh of relief when he was walked past the Nexus locker room. Fear flowed through his veins as he realised whose locker room he was being taken to though. It was surely a set up, a trap.
Randy looked up in surprise, and some anger, as John pushed open the door, guiding the South African in and prompting him to sit down. Cena held up his hand in a gesture that meant 'trust me' and Randy nodded, not happy about this turn of events but acceding to John's judgement.
"I'm sorry for beating you up," John looked almost apologetic.
Justin looked incredulous, "no you're not, you hate us. After what we've done to you... You've obviously brought me here so you and Orton can do whatever you want so just get on with it so I can get back to my room and get over it." He looked down at his hands, trying to will the tears away.
"Do we look like we're planning on beating you even more?" Cena shook his head, "you must be joking." It then dawned on him what Justin must have meant, "you think we're gonna assault you? Like sexually?"
"Why not, it's what Wade did to your boy," Justin spat, but guilt crossed his features as he didn't know how much they knew about Evan and his involvement with Barrett.
"And it's what all of Nexus are doing to you," Randy looked up for the first time, grey eyes blazing with anger. In that moment Gabriel realised that Randy knew what had happened to Evan, what had happened to him, and he felt both relieved and heartbroken. He didn't want people to see him as his work colleagues did, as he saw himself. Pathetic. Weak. Broken.
"We would never stoop so low," Randy growled. "Never." He started pacing the room, Justin's eyes following the shadowed figure nervously. "What he did to Ev... I can't even begin to imagine, and he's only hinted what they did to you and just the thought of it makes me absolutely sick to my stomach."
"So what do you want from me?" Justin asked softly. "Why did John bring me here?"
Both Randy and Justin looked at Cena, awaiting an answer. The older man shrugged.
"To be honest, I don't know. At first I just wanted to injure you enough you'd get a few weeks off and that would get you away from Barrett and the others for a while, but then I watched and no one came to help you... and damn that was not right, so I helped."
"So you just want to help me?"
John nodded, and Justin shook his head in frustration. "Then bringing me here was the most stupid thing in the world. They'll see me with you and it will be worse than you could ever imagine."
"What do you mean?" John knelt next to the younger man.
"They don't trust me as it is, I don't want a part of this stuff that's going on, but they... once they know I'm with you, they'll think I've betrayed them and... and..." he started shaking violently, prompting John to move closer and pull him into a hug. Justin's body stiffened at the contact but eventually relaxed into the embrace.
"You don't have to go back to them," Randy said suddenly.
"Where else will I go? What else will I do?" Justin looked up at the viper, confusion in his eyes.
"Hold on," Randy grabbed his phone out of his bag and left the room. John continued his hold on Justin, gently persuading the young man to accept the physical contact and comfort. When Randy returned he caught John's eye and nodded, before sitting down next to Justin.
"You don't have to go back to Nexus. Take some time out, you can go stay with Evan for as long as you need."
"But... I can't give up my career. If I leave Nexus, I'm done with WWE. I can't give this up, it's all I've ever dreamed of."
"We'll work something out," John spoke for the first time in a while, "you're good, Justin, you could be great. But not with them. You're better. You deserve better."
"I'm not sure I can handle better," Justin whispered, looking every inch the fallen angel. "I've destroyed myself."
Randy cursed in frustration, getting up and throwing a towel against the wall. He couldn't sit by and watch this happen again.
"Justin," he tried to keep his voice calm, to remain the cool, calm viper that everyone expected him to be, "I waited too long to save Evan from them, I will not sit by and let someone else go back to that kind of abuse, so listen to me. You need to take this chance to get away, work with us and we'll get you to where you need to be. Me and John, we will end the Nexus, one way or another. We will protect you and make things right, if you let us."
Justin looked at John for reassurance, and the older man nodded, backing up everything that Randy said.
"Do you wanna carry on with what they're doing to you?" John asked softly. Justin shook his head, "then trust us."
Gabriel nodded, slumping against the wall in defeat with a small sense of hope. He was being offered a way out of his nightmare, and despite everything he had to grasp it with both hands. Randy and John looked at each other in satisfaction. It hadn't been what they planned, but it had worked out in their favour.
Suddenly, Justin looked up. "My stuff, it's in the Nexus locker room."
Randy grinned, "leave it to me." He walked out of the room, returning ten minutes later with a bag in his hand. "I waited until they were all out in the ring." He addressed John quickly, "you two should get out of here, go to the hotel and I'll meet you there later, ok?"
"Will you be ok?" John questioned, not knowing how Barrett would react to the return of John Cena, "we can wait."
"No, I'll be fine. Besides," Randy smiled at the young man, "Justin's no doubt feeling the effects of your beating by now and could do with a shower, right?" He laughed as Justin nodded in relief. "Help him get dressed and go. I'm gonna go cause chaos to give you a chance to leave unnoticed, ok?"
"Randy," the South African accent was soft but certain, "thank you."
The older man just nodded. He thought of what Barrett had done to Evan and was determined that no one else would be destroyed by that man. Things in WWE would change, one way or another.