AN: Hey. Been a while, but it's been a busy couple of days. Oh well, I guess. I can't help that. Uh… This chapter's going to be pretty dramatic, but we'll see what happens, won't we?

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

The next morning, John took Mickie's advice. He wanted to go out and have a nice, peaceful day with Mike. It was hard enough to get a peaceful day with him with all the missions he had to go to, but John was glad that he had this chance, anyway.

So, he woke up early, waking Mike up with him. Mike had growled and tried to push him away, but John hadn't let up in the least bit, making his lover pay attention. Mike finally got up, muttering a curse at John under his breath, causing the former cop to merely raise an eyebrow. Mike got in a quick shower as John dressed.

Mike came out wearing a pair of blue jeans that clung to his legs, but managed to flare out slightly over his shoes, covering the top of the black shoes. They were probably skater shoes, but John couldn't be sure. He also wore an orange t-shirt with gray long-sleeves coming out from underneath the orange t-shirt sleeves. His hair was pushed up slightly, almost in a faux-hawk, but not quite, leaving it deliciously spiked. John tried not to jump his lover as he buttoned up the buttons on his white long-sleeved shirt. He also wore a pair of blue jeans, though his didn't flare like Mike's did. He wore a pair of white and black tennis shoes, and grinned at Mike, leaving his usual hat off. Mike raised an eyebrow, but grinned at the change.

"I like it," he stated. John grinned.

"Me too. Now c'mon," he said. On their way out, Jeff poked his head out of his office door.

"Where ya goin'?" he asked. Mike paused and looked at John. John grinned.

"Going to take Mike here to the fair," he stated. Jeff's eyes glittered.

"Sounds like fun. Hey, buy me a candy apple?? Oooh! And an elephant ear?" he asked. Mike laughed and nodded.

"Alright, Jeff," he stated. Jeff smiled and went back into his office as the couple went out.

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Once at the fair, Mike turned into a child. He took John's hand, bouncing in place and demanding that John ride different things with him. John laughed, glad that when he joined, he had gotten one of the black cards that served as the funds for the gang. Each of them had one that apparently fed right into Taker's bank account. A pretty trusting move, but none of them were stupid enough to cross Taker. At one point, Mike's phone buzzed and he looked at it, but put it away a minute later and demanded that John take him on the Zipper again. John had laughed and agreed.

However, as they were standing in line for some food afterwards – John was seriously craving some cotton candy – Mike snuck off when an old lady stopped John to ask him for directions to some place or another.

Mike walked to one of the booths, the one with the darts and the balloons. The guy operating it glanced at him with a sigh.

"Throw the dart, hit the balloon, pick a prize, blah blah blah," he stated. Mike smiled, passing the guy the money for the dart. He then grabbed it, took aim, and threw it, hitting the guy right in the eye. He opened his mouth to scream, but Mike put his hand over his mouth.

"Shhh, don't do that," he whispered, his voice coy. He pulled the guy down, making sure none of the other fair-goers had seen it. He smiled when he noticed they were all too happy to jump on rides and chase each other around. He then sat next to the guy and pulled out his blade. The guy could only see out of one eye, the other he was grasping, his hand twitching like he wanted to pull out the dart. Figuring the poor, unfortunate man was too scared to do it on his own, Mike grabbed the dart and pulled it out. It got stuck for a minute, so Mike yanked it harder. Finally, the whole eye just popped out, thick cords of veins coming out and seeming to almost wiggle as they hit the air as the eye popped with a sick suction sound. Mike laughed as the guy's hand went to his eye socket. Unfortunately, the guy's finger went into his eye socket, and that grossed him out, he bent over to vomit. Luckily, Mike managed to get his hand out from in front of the guy's mouth.

While the gamer operator was retching, Mike took his head, twisting with a savage brutality. It snapped with a sickening and final snap! The guy then dropped dead. Mike looked down, seeing that his shirt had remained, somehow, unbloodied by the savage display. He looked at the dart, rolling his eyes and throwing it over his shoulder. Then, with no further ado, he grabbed a large teddy bear, and jumped out of the booth, walking to where he had left John.

The blue eyed-man was panicking, searching frantically for Mike. Mike walked up, his eyes watching John for a second before he took his hand.

"Did you get your cotton candy?"

John stared at Mike as he materialized back to John's side, holding a huge teddy bear in a ridiculous blue color, and talking as though he hadn't gone anywhere but the bathroom. But John knew. How he knew, he wasn't sure, but he did. Thus, he snapped.

"Where the hell were you?!" he practically yelled. The people around them froze for a minute, looking at the two of them carefully. Mike didn't look at John for a minute, but then slowly lifted his head, his blue eyes blazing. He said nothing, just took John's hand and dragged the larger man away from the crowd with surprising strength. Once they were away from people, alone in their own corner, John snatched his hand away.

"Where were you?" he hissed. Mike raised an eyebrow.

"I was taking care of something. You're not my keeper, John. I love you, and we're lovers, but I don't belong to you," he retorted. John's blue eyes blazed, and he clenched his fists, the veins in his arms popping a little.

"You were killing again, weren't you? This was supposed to be just the two of us, getting away from all that for a few hours. But you just had to fuck that up, didn't you?" John hissed. Mike raised an eyebrow, his own rage coming to the surface.

"What? You want me to pretend that I'm not what I am? You want me to pretend I'm… what, John? Some nice guy who doesn't think about the murderers out there getting away with what they do? You're going to have to throw that idea away right now, because that's not me."

"I don't even know who you really are, Mike!" John was yelling again, but he didn't seem to notice. "You always have this shell you hide behind when you don't want anyone to know how you feel. I thought that us being together would mean that you'd trust me with how you actually feel." John took a breath, and Mike frowned.

"How the fuck do you figure we got on me 'hiding behind a mask' from you being pissed off that I went to do what I'm supposed to do?" he snapped. "Dude, you seriously need to chill out."

John clenched his teeth so hard, the skin surrounding his jaw turned white. He managed to hold himself together for another minute.

"Find another way home."

With that, he walked away. Mike's eyes widened, and he had this overwhelming urge to grab another one of those darts and throw it through John's thick skull. Knowing very well that he couldn't very well do that, he thought about how to get home. He couldn't exactly ask for a ride, seeing as Taker would murder him, so Mike growled in discontent, gripped the bear he was holding, and began the long walk home. The entire way, he thought about how John had just ditched him. By the time he got back, he had shoved the bear into Jeff's arms so hard, he almost knocked the other blond over. He then stormed up the stairs and slammed his door. Jeff frowned.

"Where's my candy apple?!"

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While Mike and John were on the rocks, Matt was determined that he was going to fix this issue between him and Punk. He knocked on the door to their room, something he never usually did, and was greeted by Punk opening the door. They looked at each other for a minute or so, and then Punk moved, allowing Matt in.

"Phil… I wanna talk about what happened," Matt said. Punk looked at him, then sighed, nodding.

"Why'd you do it?" Matt asked. Punk sighed softly, running his hands through his hair.

"I don't know, Matt. I really don't," he started, but Matt interrupted.

"Don't lie to me, Punk. There was a reason behind it, I know there was," Matt stated. Punk looked at him.

"I'm serious. I have no idea why-"

"Don't you think, after all this time, you at least owe me the truth?!" Matt hissed, standing over Punk, chocolate eyes narrowing in anger. "You tried to fucking choke me. If there's not a reason behind you wanting to choke the damn life out of me, then you don't love me anywhere near as much as you claim to!"

Punk's olive eyes widened in shock. He opened his mouth to protest again, but his reward was one swift punch in the jaw for it. He reeled back, holding himself up with the wall, and holding his jaw. He looked up at Matt, who was staring at Punk, also in shock. Then, without warning, he tore out of the room, leaving the house.

TBC

AN: Ooh, drama. Hope you liked it… I'm tired, my arm hurts, but at least it was a long one!

.: TheMizMagnet :.