Disclaimer: I don't own any of the WWE Superstars featured in this fic. I wish I could borrow them, though...
Rated: M
WARNINGS: slash, m/m pairings & sex, character death, blood and gore, explicit language, & other graphic scenes

To his surprise, Phil managed to doze off for a while. The clock on the bus now read 3:42. He yawned once and noticed that Sheamus had passed out on his shoulder. Not wanting to disturb the Great White, he rubbed his eyes briefly before focusing his eyes on the seat in front of him. He stayed like that, letting his mind wander, for nearly an hour. Sheamus started to stir next to him before waking up and blinking his eyes a few times in succession.

"What time is it?" Sheamus murmured sleepily, rubbing his tired eyes. Phil looked over at the clock briefly.

"4:27," he spoke, scratching his forehead. The rain hadn't let up one bit, and the wind still howled loudly. Sheamus stood up, and Phil followed suit.

"Do you think we can let Jericho out of the bathroom now?" Sheamus asked sarcastically. "I have to take a leak."

"Shit, we left him in there all this time?" Phil asked, a little surprised they had forgotten about him. "Yeah, get him out. I need to piss, too, and I'm not going out there to do it."

While Sheamus went to unleash the wild beast, Phil started to nudge Christian awake. He woke with a start, his eyes blinking rapidly as he tried to make out who was poking him.

"Shh, Christian, it's just me," Phil spoke, nearly feeling the relief roll off of the small Canadian's shoulders.

"Shit, sorry. I was having a nightmare. What's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong, well, aside from the obvious," Phil mumbled. "I just think we're really stuck out here. How are we going to get back?"

"Don't know, Punk," Christian sighed, yawning once. A loud shriek came from the back of the bus.

"How dare you lock me in there for God-knows how long?" Chris bellowed loudly. Phil could just make out the shapes of the two men near the bathroom door, and watched as the smaller one shoved the larger one in his haste to storm out of his confine. "For the love of Christ!"

"Shut up, Jericho," Phil grunted at the moody blond. "Nobody's thrilled that we're stuck out here. Put a sock in it or I'll shove my boot so far up your ass you won't know what day it is."

"You'd like that too much, Punky," Jericho teased with a snicker. "Don't think I haven't noticed you staring at my ass when I walk by."

"I literally have no fucking idea what you're talking about, asshole," Phil shot back. He was so thankful that it was dark in the bus so that the annoying little creep wouldn't see Phil's cheeks turn crimson red in embarrassment. There was just something about that man that, despite how fucking irritating he was, just appealed to Phil beyond his wildest imagination. He shook his head once and crossed his arms angrily.

An annoyed growl sounded from the back of the bus. "Would you please just SHUT THE FUCK UP, JERICHO?"

"Fuck off, Orton!" Chris screamed back, raising his middle fingers in the air in Randy's direction. Given the blackness of the bus, Randy didn't see the gesture.

"Shut the fuck up, all of you!" Phil screamed above the nonsensical bickering. Everyone turned their heads towards Phil, even though they couldn't see him well. "If we're going to get out of this fucking mess, we're going to have to get along to do so. I don't give a shit if you hate each other; we're going to be stuck here for life if we don't work as a team."

"Kid's got a point," Kane sounded from further down in the bus. "Stop fucking arguing like children and bite your fucking tongue if you have to."

Silence hovered above the men as everybody sat back down and bore holes into the seats in front of them. Phil slid down in his seat with a frustrated sigh. He rubbed his eyes with his thumb and index finger and massaged them lightly. If Sheamus didn't get out of the bathroom quick enough, he was going to piss down his leg.

As if on cue, the wan man exited the bathroom and tapped Phil on the shoulder. "Sorry, Punk. Got in there and I had to take a shit. It doesn't smell."

Phil bounced out of his seat and made his way to the bathroom. Once inside, he released his urine into the toilet. His bladder felt about ready to explode. After a few moments of continuous urination, he shook himself dry and left the bathroom. He could feel everybody watching him expectantly as he made his way to his seat.

"You seem to be the only one with a level-headed mindset here, Punk," Kane spoke. He could feel the Big Red Monster get out of his seat, as it made a slight creaking noise in the process. "What are we going to do to get out of here?"

Phil suddenly felt the weight that was being dropped onto his shoulders. It was comparable to the time in ECW where he tried to put the GTS on Big Daddy V. He shook the memory from his head and kneeled up on his seat so his voice would travel the distance of the bus.

"We're not going to get anything accomplished if we're tired!" Phil stated loudly. "Everyone should get some rest, and in the morning we'll be able to think clearly. Besides, there will be some light on us, even if the goddamned rain doesn't let up. Everyone, go to sleep."

He heard a few snickers at the same time he recognized his pun. Smirking, he slid back down in his seat and shut his eyes. Even if he didn't manage to fall asleep, at least he could rest his sore eyes. As his breathing steadied, he listened to the men around him snore and breathe through their mouths. He drew his knees up to his chest and snuggled against the window, somehow comfortable in the awkward position.

A/N: Originally, I was gonna wait like, another day to update this. But since I kind of left off between scenes, I figured I'd give this to you a bit early. I didn't want to give too much too soon! Thank you for the reviews, too, by the way. I really appreciate them and they do make a positive impact on my day. Anyways, I hope you enjoyed. I'll update again by Friday (which means no later, if everything goes according to plan!) but we'll see. ;) Please Review!