Disclaimer: You know the deal-I do not own any of the WWE superstars; I just own Brooke.

Summary: Raw- is Jericho but what happens when WWE champ John Cena steps onto Raw grounds? What will he do when he discovers the past that his girlfriend, Brooke and his worst enemy, John share?

Notes:The story begins on the 06.06.05 edition of Raw. Previously titled "When the Stars Go Blue."

We Belong Together

Chapter 2

Apologies on the Side

Brooke apprehensively looked back ever few seconds, as she attempted to slip away unnoticed. She was praying that she wouldn't run into anyone. She could hear a conversation going on. The voices were familiar, but the only thing she cared about was getting past without anyone spotting her.

'Finally,' she let out a sigh a relief. She had reached her intended destination, but her uneasiness was still there. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and knocked on the door.

"Come in," a voice answered.

Brooke pushed the door and stepped in. The person was sitting on the bench, stuffing something into the bag that sat next to him. The door slammed, causing him to shoot up his head.

Brooke could feel her heart racing in her chest, as he looked at her. She mustered up enough courage and put her thoughts together. "Hi John," she greeted in a soft voice.

The smile that had graced his face earlier disappeared. He glared at her. His silence conveyed his anger----anger that was directed at Brooke. It was something she knew too well, but she wasn't going to back off.

"So what do you think of Raw? You had one hell of a reception in the ring tonight." She nervously smiled.

He didn't move. He didn't say a word. He just continued to stare at her. His cold, heartless stare made her feel worse as each second passed.

She walked over and sat beside him on the bench. "How have you been?" She asked, placing her hand over his. He glanced at their hands and glowered back up at her. Getting the message, Brooke quickly lifted her hand off.

He lowered his eyes to the floor. "Well one night I was on top of the world…" he grinned, finally allowing his eyes to meet hers.

His facial features returned to a serious expression, "And the next morning, I realized that life's a bitch." His glare sent a chill down Brooke's spine. "Speaking of which, how have You been Brooke?" He snapped.

Brooke bit her lip. A lump formed in her throat, as she tried to fight back the tears. "I guess I deserve that," she wearily admitted. "I'm sorry," she sincerely stated.

He snickered and stood up, "What the fuck do want from me Brooke? After everything you did, you actually expect me to forgive you? You want me to pretend that nothing's happened?"

"No, but I want you to at least hear me out, damnit!" Brooke yelled, rising to her feet.

He grabbed his bag and placed the strap on his shoulder, "Yeah, well it's a little too late for that," he snapped. He walked to the door and swung it open. He walked out without looking back.

Brooke wiped the tears that began steaming down her cheeks. She stood in the locker room, as flashbacks of what she had done came to mind. She walked back, reflecting on her actions, realizing that everything she had done had hurt him so much. She felt guilty. Her explanations paled in comparison to what he had to deal with.

"Hey Brooke," Chris greeted. He was his vibrant and vivacious self. He took a good, long look at Brooke. He knew that something was wrong. Her arms were folded across her chest, and she refused to make eye contact with him. He wrapped his arms around her, pulled her close. He placed his hand under her chin, forcing her to look up. "What's wrong?" He asked.

Brooke tried avoiding his eyes but to no avail.

"Brooke…"

Brooke peered into his eyes. His blue eyes only reminded her of another pair of blue eyes. She had seen the pain in them, and looking at Chris only seemed to bring back the guilt. "I'm fine. I need to go," she mumbled prying herself away from his grip.

She turned to walk away, but he held onto her hand. "Brooke…" he began once again.

She turned her head to look at him. "Chris, please, just let me go," she pleaded.

Chris was reluctant, but he loosened his grip. Brooke slid her arm out of his hand, grabbed her bags, and flew out the door.

Chris could sense that something was going on-something that he knew he wasn't going to like.

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