Ch: 10

Rating: T

Pairings in this chapter: Lily/Jeff, Candice/Randy, Faith/John maybe, Stephanie/Paul.

Summary: Faith opens up to John. John vows to get Mr. Kennedy back, but he'll have to take a ticket behind her brothers and Orton.

Hope you enjoy!

The car ride was silent. Except for Faith crying, there was no sound at all. John was trying to concentrate on the road instead of how Faith looked. She looked worn out. He barely got her to calm down before getting in his car. But now she was just looking out the car window, not saying one word the whole time.

Really she was replaying Kennedy slamming her head in the passenger's side window. Then the blood flashed in her mind and she blinked, remembering John was driving, not him. She decided she would refer to the rat bastard as him. No other words could work right now.

Before she knew it, she heard John, snapping her out of her own thoughts.

" We're here," he told her, his voice as gentle and warm as he could be without making her flinch.

Faith silently unbuckled her seatbelt and let herself out of the car. John waited for her to come around to him. She gave him a forced smile and held herself; she wouldn't look him in the eyes. She knew she most likely looked like the walking dead. She decided she'd wait until the last minute to see herself in the mirror.

In silence, she followed John. There were some stares. I mean, who wouldn't look if someone walked through a peaceful hotel lobby all bloody and used up? You'd look too; she knew she would, even if it was rude.

Finally after a very long walk and a long elevator ride, John was about to hit Faith's level, which was five.

" No! Don't!" she exclaimed then explained, " Please, I.. I don't want to be alone." The fear was written all over her face.

John sent her a worried look, his blue eyes darker than usual. Faith quickly figured out that John's baby blues turned dark blue whenever he was mad or worried.

" Alright, we'll got to mine," he told her.

In Cena's hotel room

John turned on the light then walked in, Faith following closely behind. She still held herself protectively.

John watched Faith; how she was acting, the way she was holding herself. It was almost as if she was afraid of her shadow which John thought she may very well be. He now got a good look at her. Her top was ripped up, showing the left side of her bra. Her face was bloody, with cuts and bruises around and above her cheeks. There was also a huge gash right above her eyebrow which looked like she may need stitches. A cut ran across her lips; those lips that he wanted to taste one last time. He closed his eyes, remembering how good they felt against his. He remembered how happy and full of life she had seemed. Now it seemed sucked out, like a life size vacuum cleaner.

John cleared his voice, making her focus on him.

" So are you going to tell me what happened to you tonight?"

Faith's eyes watered up again. He regretted asking now. Faith must have seen it in his face because she quickly started talking.

" Can I just get washed up first? I.. I don't even know how to tell you," she told him.

" Yeah, of course. Let me go start it for you. Sit down."

" No, it's ok. I'll do it; you've done enough for me tonight."

John raised an eyebrow at her. " Faith, I told you, I'd come in a snap of a finger if that's what it was. Stay here and relax, ok? I may need to take you to a doctor first, so maybe we should take pictures of the cuts and bruises," John said.

Faith's eyes widened in fear. " No! I'll.. I'll be fine."

" You don't want to get this guy?" John questioned.

Faith looked down at her feet. " That'll be the easy part."

" What do you mean?"

Faith didn't answer. John looked at her for a good long moment. " Shit! He works with you?"

Faith looked back up at him and held eye contact with him.

" Yes" was the simple answer.

" Who? Just tell me who," he pleaded.

Faith realized she couldn't say his name. She wanted to, badly, but nothing came out. John just watched her.

" Faith?"

She closed her eyes and breathed steadily. She opened her eyes again and met his blues.

" Kennedy."

John turned pale. The ass was on the same damn roster as her. But in the back of his head, Cena had easy access to him.

" I'll go start the shower. Do you want me to get you some clothes? You are staying here, right?" he asked her all at once.

" No, don't leave! I'll borrow a t-shirt from you or something. I can't be left alone, not now," Faith told him.

" Ok, I'll stay. Be right back," he assured her before going to start the shower.

The bathroom

Faith slowly peeled off her clothes; her whole body ached. She finally looked in the mirror to see that she looked really beaten and bloody. She wondered how John could look at her when she couldn't even look at herself. Seeing herself in the mirror just made it all the more real; she broke down again. After a good cry she made up to mind to take a bubble bath. Faith slide in the bubble bath. The warm water hurt her deeper cuts but she was trying to enjoy it.

Back in the room

John was looking through his drawers for a t-shirt Faith could sleep in and it hit him that Faith needed to see a doctor. No matter what she said, and since she was in the WWE, it didn't have to be a hospital doctor, it could be their trainer. In fact, if he remembered right, there was one right on the floor. He just couldn't figure out where. He could tell looking at the gash above her right eyebrow that she needed stitches.

" I'll call Paul. He'll be with Steph and she'll have the trainer's room number," John told himself, getting his cell out and searching for Paul's cell number. Would he have to tell Paul what was up? Did Matt and Jeff know? No, of course not, Cena; they'd be here. He knew Randy had no clue as he would be here along with Candice.

John dialed Paul's number.

It took two rings before Paul picked up.

" Hello?"

" Paul, hey man. What's up?"

" Nothing; just watching the news," Paul replied.

" God, getting old and married makes you boring. Dude, you got to get out more."

" Yeah, you tell Steph that and see how long you keep your job. So what do you need?"

" Does Steph know where the closest trainer is to me?"

" Why?"

" Faith's hurt and it's pretty bad."

" Alright, hold on Cena."

A moment later, Stephanie McMahon-Levesque was on the phone.

" John, what's going on with Ms. Hardy?"

" I need a trainer."

" Yes, I get that, but why?"

" She's going to kill me for telling you, but you'll find out when whoever gets here. Someone attacked her."

" What? Oh my God, is she ok? No. Stupid question huh? I'll send one to you. What room are you in?" she asked.

" Room 211."

" Ok, one will be there soon. Give her a hug for me," she added.

John smiled. For a woman who was supposed to be a bitch, she sure did care about her employees.

" I will. Thank you."

John heard a knock on the door and answered it. Seeing the trainer he'd seen around the arena and hotel, he let him in. The trainer walked in with two bags of stuff.

" Sup dawg? Thanks for coming over; I know it's late," John said gratefully.

The trained nodded, a little star struck. Yes, he had seen John Cena around but he'd never talked to him before, not even when he needed it himself.

" Sure, Mrs. Levesque said that Ms. Hardy may need stitches so I brought the stuff for that, along with stuff to clean cuts, bandages, the usual," he told John nervously. Man, this guy is huge! The trainer thought to himself.

" Ok, great. I think she'll need at least five stitches; he cut her pretty badly," John told him, not noticing how the smaller man was acting.

" Alright. Where is she?"

" Oh, she's taking a bath.." Right as he said that, Faith stuck her head out.

" Yo Cena, wanna throw me a shirt?" Faith asked, not noticing the trainer in the room.

The trainer noticed her and raised an eyebrow at the two. Were they together? There were rumors that they were sleeping with each other, but of course he didn't believe any of that talk. He had been with the WWE long enough to know when it was just talk.

John noticed the trainer looking at her and walked to her with his jersey in hand. When he got to the bathroom door, he blocked the trainer from seeing anything behind the door. John couldn't help it; he was now very protective over the youngest Hardy.

John quickly handed Faith the jersey. Seeing how John was acting, Faith raised her left eyebrow.

" Everything okay?" she asked him softly.

" Yep, fine," he told her.

Faith just looked at him then closed the door to get dressed.

Faith quickly put on John's jersey. It was huge on her, but she liked baggy clothes and it would work. Faith walked out of the bathroom to see a small scrawny man waiting nervously with John. She looked in between the two men, not sure what was going on.

" Cena, who's your friend?" she asked him; at least now she knew why he blocked her from seeing out.

John looked at the trainer. " He's going to help clean you up and look at that gash above your eyebrow," John explained to her.

Faith glanced at the trainer. " Oh."

The trained surveyed Faith; John may have been right about stitches and she needed to be bandaged up.

" Hey, I hope you don't mind?"

Faith bit her bottom lip. " No, it's fine."

The trainer looked at John for permission to move closer to her. John just gave him a look that said " get to it" so he did. Faith stayed still as the trainer came near her; she felt him touch the gash.

" I think we're looking at five stitches here. I have the stuff for that in the black bag, if you'd hand it to me Cena?" he asked him.

John nodded and handed it to him.

Both John and Faith watched him get the stuff out. He got out a white cloth and he put something on it. He put the cloth on Faith's cut. It was both a cleanser and would numb her gash long enough to put the stitches in her. He already had a needle with some thread in it.

Before Faith knew it, there was a needle in her forehead.

He was done in about two minutes.

He then started to work on cleaning her cuts and putting cream on it to help heal faster, also so she wouldn't scar. He put a bandage over her forehead and one of her right arm.

" Don't get the stitches wet. Try to keep it dry when you're washing," the trainer told her.

" Alright."

" Is that all?" he glanced at the both of them.

John looked at Faith, who nodded her head yes.

" Alright then. Come find me in ten days and I'll get those stitches out for you," he explained.

" I will. Thanks," she told him.

" Sure." With that, the trainer left.

Faith just watched John look at her nervously.

" Before you get pissed off and yell at me, just know that I'm not sorry. I did what I had to. You were hurt and you needed to be treated," he explained.

Faith smiled. " It's ok, John . I understand. I'm just happy I have a friend like you," she told him honestly.

John frowned; they were still just friends? Man, this woman would be the death of him. Did she not see that?

" Friends?"

Faith looked at him, surprised. " We are, right?"

John looked puzzled. Did she not realize how much that kiss meant to him? He thought of her when he was tanning, during his matches, dreaming, and hanging out with his boys. He couldn't shake her off his mind, no matter how hard he tried.

" Baby girl, I was hoping we were pass the we're just friends stage," he said.

Faith smiled softly. " Really?"

" Duh! Can you not see that I'm crazy about you?"

" So am I," she seconded.

John looked relieved to hear that. " So then, what are we?"

Faith looked him in the eyes. " Whatever you want it to be," she told him with a smile on her face for the first time that night.

" In that case, I'd say you're my baby girl," he said.

She blushed at that comment. " Then there we have it."

The new couple had talked about everything that happened that night. From Faith snapping at the girls to drinking too much, to the attack. There were a few tears once she told him what happened but he was quick to wipe them away for her. Before they knew it, they were both drifting off to sleep.

" I'll let you have the bed. I'll sleep on the floor," John offered.

Faith shot him a look." Floor? No, this is your hotel room so you should get the bed."

" You're hurt and my girl. So you get the bed," he told her, laughing slyly.

Faith rolled her hazel eyes. " How about this, you and me share the bed? And if you're a good little boy, I'll kiss you good night."

John grinned. " If I'm a good little boy? What if I'm a bad boy?" he asked, drawing her into his arms to hold her.

" Then.. you'll still get a kiss," she told him, laughing to herself.

" That's what I thought."

" Cena, just hold me and shut up."

" Oh fine, I guess I could do that," he told her jokingly.

It was then that Faith realized she'd be okay in time. After all, her new boyfriend was John Cena.

A/N: Hope you liked it. Tell me what you think! Or if you have any ideas for this story, let me know! I'll see what I can do to make it happen. If you want Kennedy to get hit upside the head with a steel chair, that can happen! You never know, lol. I'm sorry no one was really in this chapter, but they would've have fit. They will be in the next one!