AN: Ta-da!! Hello, again. I'm back with another chapter of the second story in the Darkness series! I don't know why I did that, but I'm hyper and need to get up some updates! So, without further ado, Chapter Four!

Disclaimer: I do not own World Wrestling Entertainment or any of the wrestlers mentioned herein. The wrestlers portrayed in this act of fiction are property and copyright of the WWE and their respective owners.

TheDarknessThatDivides

John picked up Miz, who was still trying to sleep on his stomach, even after the ex-cop was standing, and carried him upstairs to the room they shared. He gently put Miz down on the bed, before taking off his shoes. John then took off his own shoes, giving up on anything else and climbing in bed with his lover. Miz opened an eye and stuck his tongue out at John.

"You gonna do something sappy, like play with my hair while I sleep?" Miz asked. John felt something inside him start to boil, but he hid it from Miz, laughing softly.

"And what if I do?" John asked. Miz smirked at him before pulling the blanket up to his chin.

"I'll rip your damn hand off," he muttered, his eyes closing. John saw an image appear in front of his face. His thick hand was around Mike's smaller neck, and he squeezed, watching as his lover's blue eyes widened in shock and fear before John threw him, his head bouncing off a wall. John jumped backwards, falling off the bed with a thump. Miz opened his eyes and sat up, staring at John for a minute.

"Dude… What the hell?" he asked. John shook his head.

"Nothing," he snapped, unable to help the aggravated and frustrated tone in his voice.

"John…?" Miz asked, his eyes narrowed.

"I'm going to go out for a while… I'll be back, okay?" he said. Miz watched as John walked out, his eyes thoughtful. Something was definitely not right here.

TheDarknessThatDivides

John walked at a brisk pace away from the three-story house he now called home. As he walked, his mind raced. It hadn't been that long since he had moved in… just a few months. It hadn't even been a year yet. He knew that as soon as he did something to hurt Mike, he was as good as dead. He was horribly outnumbered as far as the people that would help Mike compared to who would help him. Even if he could convince Shad and JTG to help him, he was still outnumbered.

John looked up to realize that his feet had led him to his old apartment. He put his hands in his pockets, watching as someone else's shadow moved in front of the window of his old apartment. Well, it hadn't taken them long to replace him, had it. He was struck with the thought that maybe it wouldn't take Mike long to replace him if he left. Rage filled John faster than he wanted to think about. No one else was going to have Mike. If Mike left John, John would make sure that no one else had him.

Shock covered John's features. These weren't his thoughts! These thoughts were of someone else, someone who wasn't in love with the man they figured was their soul mate. Kind of corny, and John knew that, but he loved Mike. Sure, Mike had a sarcastic and demeaning sense of humor, but it added to his charm.

Tearing his eyes away from his old apartment, John continued to walk, this time completely aware of where he was going. He was walking to the home of the one person he was sure could help him. He turned the corner and then jogged up the stairs of the apartment building. He waited a minute before he pressed the buzzer for her house. It occurred to him that it could be kind of late to be talking to her, but still… He waited, pressing the buzzer again.

"Chill, would ya? I can only make it across the place so fast," came a woman's voice. John blinked, but didn't say anything. The woman spoke again.

"Anyone there? I swear to God, if this is another trick, I'll come down there and rip someone's fucking throat out."

"Whoa, no trick," John said, blinking. "I'm actually looking for Mickie James…? I might have hit the wrong button…"

"Oh. No, you didn't hit the wrong button. She's here too. Who's this?" the woman asked.

"Tell her it's John." The other end was silent for a few minutes, then the lock clicked.

"John! Get your ass up here!"

That voice was Mickie's. John couldn't help but laugh and he made his way up the stairs, hitting the apartment door about the same time Mickie threw it open. She laughed and threw herself into his arms, hugging him tightly. He laughed back, hugging her close before putting her down. Another woman stood in the doorway, keeping the door open with her foot. She had blond hair, and was well-built. She was pretty muscled too.

"John, this is my girlfriend, Beth Phoenix. Beth, this is my old partner and one of my best friends, John Cena," Mickie said. John smiled at Beth.

"Nice to meetcha," he said. Beth smiled.

"Likewise."

"Come on, get inside," Mickie said, grabbing John's arm and pulling him inside. Beth rolled her eyes, but moved so that the two of them could get inside.

"What brings you here, John?" Mickie asked, sitting down at the table after she passed John some coffee. Beth stood behind Mickie, rubbing her eyes.

"I need to talk to you, Mick," he said. He couldn't help but move his blue eyes up to Beth, who seemed to catch it.

"Hey, I'll leave. I should lie down anyway. This headache is killin' me," she said. She kissed Mickie's forehead, then moved to the bedroom, closing the door behind her. Mickie smiled.

"I met her on a case. She's a fire fighter, and I love her. Now, what do you need to talk to me about?" John laughed before he stared at his cup of coffee. Mickie had made it just the way he liked it; black. Still, he couldn't bring himself to drink it.

"When I left the precinct, I did it for a guy. His name's Mike and you'd like him, Mick. He's sarcastic, but a real good kid and I love him. But…" John frowned. "Earlier tonight, he was joking with me, and made some kind of offhand comment… And I took it wrong. I didn't actually do anything, but I saw myself do something. I saw myself strangle him, and then throw him against a wall… And then, on the way here…" John stopped. Mickie moved her hand, putting it on John's.

"John, I'm not going to judge you," she said. "You've come to me for help, and this is obviously tearing you apart. Just spit it out, sweetheart." He smiled slightly, then sighed.

"I walked past my apartment… Someone else lives there now. And I couldn't help but wonder if Mike could replace me as easily as my old landlord did… And then I thought, 'If I can't have him, no one will'."

"… Well, that's not like you at all," Mickie said. John looked at her, blue eyes sad.

"No kidding. Mickie, this is tearing me apart. I'm scared I'm going to do something to hurt him… And I don't want to."

"Calm down, John. Let's think about this. You just got mad, right? Maybe you're stressed out, or you're not doing enough to keep your mind occupied. Take him out on a date or something tomorrow, okay? Just see what happens."

"You're right, Mick. I guess I just need a break."

The two stayed up for a while that night, talking about the precinct, then the conversation turned to Beth and Mike, then it turned to whatever jokes they had heard. It was good for John, and helped him to clear his head. However, in the back of his mind, a lingering anger lurked, waiting for him to lose his cool, waiting for that moment when Mike crept back into his mind, to strike…

TBC

AN: It's really short, and I know it is. I'm so sorry, everyone, but this is all I can get out right now. It's kind of filler, but it shows that this little spell is beginning to work its way onto John. I'm going to have to sit down later on and try to figure out what I want to happen next. I hope this holds you over for now, and I'm sorry it's short.

Kiharu_Aroukii: I don't know if Cody will be making a return appearance in this story or not… I haven't figured the two of them out yet, though it is a possibility. NO! I'm not putting Hunter in drag. That image terrifies me.

Esha Napoleon: Well, if you wanna bribe me… I love Miz. Anyway, you'll find out soon enough who's with Katie. Soon enough… I hope.

NeroAnne: I thought Rosa would be the perfect person to snap at Carlito. Besides, I was trying to figure out who looked like a druggie, and she came to mind. I can't help it. I don't like Rosa. She's clean nooow! And drugging them is a no-no! They'd kill her. Oh yeah. He thought he was a badass. But he's not!! Hahaha. Yes, Montel. And I giggled at the "It was night" too. I always laugh at my own stuff… That's strange isn't it? Baaaah. Oh well. One of the two!! Of course. The drama is setting in, m'darling. I liked the imagery too, and yes, Jeff was blowing Hunter. I'm sure it did. We know you love your Hardycest. I adore Katie. I had to put her in here. And yes, Hunter and Jeff will take the longest, and between them and Miz and John drama, I'm pretty sure I'm going to cry at some point in this fic. xP Glad you like it.

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