Title: Destroyed (18/?)

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).

Randy was quiet for the rest of the day, and John watched in some concern. Justin was also jumpy and nervous, as if he blamed himself for Randy being out of sorts, and John could tell that Evan was just trying to keep things together so that Randy didn't worry about him. It was a situation that wasn't going to end well if it was left as it was.

John took Evan to one side, "I'm gonna go out for a few beers, and take Randy, if that's ok with you."

Evan looked up in surprise, "of course it's alright. You two are best friends." 'And he'll open up to you more than he will to me,' Evan thought sadly.

The older man nodded in response, "you'll look after Justin?"

"You're falling for him aren't you?"

John smiled softly, "You don't miss a trick, do you?" He sighed, "I just get this feeling like I wanna protect him and keep him safe."

"I think he needs that."

"But I don't wanna pressure him, you know?" John looked nervous all of a sudden, "he's been through shit that I can't even imagine, and I just wanna do what's right for him."

"I think you're exactly what's right for him," Evan forced a grin, "I think me and him need to talk as well, and he might open up to me." It wasn't a conversation that he wanted to have, but he knew that both he and Justin needed it to happen.

"Thanks man," John pulled the young man into a hug, both pretending to be stronger than they felt.

John made his way back into the den where Randy was sat staring into space, and flashed the Viper his best smile, "Ortz, you and me are going for a beer."

Randy sighed, "John, I really don't want..."

"Yes you do. I'm not having you moping around here all night, now go freshen up and get ready to go."

Randy knew better than to argue with John, so nodded and stood up, making his way upstairs where he found Evan laid on their bed, pretending to read a book.

"I'm going for a beer or two with John," he said softly, wanting nothing more than to join Evan on the bed and wish the day away.

"That's cool, it'll do you two good to get out and talk," Evan spoke like he hadn't discussed this with John.

"You don't mind?"

"Why would I?" Evan sat up and motioned for Randy to sit next to him, "you're best friends, you need someone to talk to, so does he. We need to be strong for each other but we need to rely on each other as well."

"What will you do?"

"I think there are a few things that Justin and I need to discuss," Evan looked forlorn, and allowed Randy to pull him close and provide a few moment's comfort. "It's not going to be an easy conversation but we need to get past everything that's happened." He pulled away and pressed a soft kiss onto Randy's cheek, "now go, have a good time and I'll be waiting for you when you get back."

"Love you."

"Love you too, now go!" Evan laughed, settling back down with his book, wanting them both to have gone and to fully prepare himself before what was going to be a difficult conversation.

In the meantime John had sought out Justin, who was sat in the guest room watching tv restlessly. He stood for a moment, just taking in the beauty of the younger man. He wasn't sure when his protectiveness had turned into something else, but he knew now for sure that it had.

"Justin?" He couldn't help but smile as the South African looked up with a flash of happiness in his eyes, but it faded as Justin retreated back into his shell. "I'm taking Randy out for a couple of beers. Think he needs someone to talk to."

"That's my fault," Justin mumbled, looking down at his hands.

John nearly ran into the room in his haste to reassure the young man, kneeling in front of him, "Justin, I promise you that's not the case. We're all going through an awful time right now but there is only one person to blame for that, and it's not you. Do you understand me?"

"Thank you." Justin for a moment flashed his blinding smile at the older man, "thank you for being there for me."

"I will do whatever it takes to see that smile more often," John breathed, before he realised what he was saying. Justin was somewhat dumbstruck and just stared at John in shock. John realised that he needed to break the moment or he would do something they would both regret in future, and gently squeezed Justin's hand, "I've gotta go. Evan's staying here or call my cell if you need anything, yeah?"

Justin nodded, still a little stunned, "take care, yeah?"

As he watched John leave, his heart beat faster than he had ever known in his life, but a strong, strident voice with an English accent spoke in his head, telling him that he was kidding himself that Cena would be interested, that he was worth nothing more than being the Nexus whore. Justin put his head in his hands, willing the voice to shut up, to give him peace. But peace never came. As always, the voice won over and continued in its battle to destroy every part of the young man.

Randy and John sat in the bar, barely speaking to each other. John didn't know where to start and Randy was still lost in Justin's revelations from earlier in the day.

"Stop it," John snapped suddenly, motioning over to the barman and ordering two whiskeys. "Stop blaming yourself for all of this." As the drinks were placed in front of them John knocked his back in one swallow, and indicated for Randy to do the same.

"How the fuck can I stop blaming myself when I am the one to blame?" The burn as the whiskey streamed down his throat felt good, and he quickly ordered another round.

"Ortz, you're not getting this," John shook his head. Randy was the strongest person he knew, but he also felt the most deeply for those he cared about. "This is about Barrett. He's the one to blame, right?"

"Barrett made this all about me, so it's my fault."

"What happened to Justin isn't your fault, it seems like it's been a lot longer than we've even known them."

Randy shrugged, "but he went after Evan because of me. And if I hadn't been so stupid I would have told Evan how I felt about him months ago and he would never have even got involved."

"Exactly. He went after Evan. Barrett did this Randy, he's the one who went after Evan, after me. What he did to Justin shows how much of a sick freak he is. So when are you going to stop moping around and start fighting back?"

"What do you propose I do?" Randy had been so lost in his own misery he'd barely thought about how to end the situation.

"You need to take him out. One on one. We need to take away the rest of the Nexus. It's not enough just beating them up so they're out for a few weeks, we need someone to take over."

"What, like a new leader of Nexus?"

"Exactly." John sat back, pleased with his plan. He knew Barrett worked on strength in numbers, so take away the numbers and the strength was gone.

Randy mused on the idea. It made sense, but there was one outstanding problem, "and who did you have in mind to take over?"

"Punk."

"Seriously?"

"Why not? He's already got a cult-like following, I'm sure he could persuade the Nexus to his way of thinking."

"And you think he'd do it?" Randy had never got on with the Chicago native, but was willing to try anything. "And what do we do about getting your job back?"

"We ask Punk to start working on the Nexus, and I carry on invading Raw every week. I'll challenge Barrett for a one on one match to get my job back, which I know I'll win if he doesn't have Nexus around him, and then you can challenge and destroy him once he's on his own." John grinned, it all sounded so simple when he put it like that.

Randy couldn't help but laugh. John was the most positive person in the world and he made it sound like anything could be achieved with some hope and hard work. "You got it all worked out eh?"

"Damn right," John took a long swig of beer, and indicated for two more whiskeys. "And then once we're rid of Barrett I'll get Justin a contract and we'll be unstoppable on Raw again."

The younger man looked at John with something akin to happiness, realising all of a sudden what Evan had hinted at a couple of times, "you've really taken to Justin, haven't you?"

"Well, you're not gonna deny that he's hot as hell, are you?" John grinned as Randy shook his head, "and he... I just wanna see that smile every day, you know? He seems like such a nice, genuine guy."

"I think you'd be good for him," Randy mused. "And him for you as well. Things haven't been easy for you recently."

"I don't know what I'd have done without you and Evan," John shrugged.

Randy looked up in surprise, "really?"

"You two are my best friends. You stick around no matter what, I appreciate that."

"Well you're not getting rid of me," the viper laughed. "Seriously John, I know I've brought us a lot of shit," he held up his hand as John tried to interrupt, "I know, I know. But there has been a lot of crap go down and you've stuck by me."

"Things are gonna be alright," John nodded and smiled, and Randy knew that the black cloud had lifted from his friend. A confident John would make everything work out, just as he always did. He prayed it would be enough.