AN: From the disclaimer on, I write without a prompt. I'm kidding, for the most part, but I really don't know what I wanna put for this chapter. Therefore, I don't know what will come out… Taker will be making a reappearance in this fic, we just haven't gotten to that point yet, mkay? Okay!

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

After his explosion on Mike, John took off and managed to secure a room at Mickie's. He felt bad for the way he made Mike walk all the way back to the safe house alone, but if he would have tried to make Mike drive, he would have more than likely punched him. John hated that he felt this way, but it just happened, and he couldn't figure out why. Mickie was helpful, didn't ask any questions about what was going on, and was even nice enough to let John help her on some of her cases. Beth was a nice girl, though she was so used to having to compete with the other guys at the fire station, that she ended up competing with John all the time. He laughed, letting her do it and even competing back, but both Mickie and Beth could tell that his heart wasn't in it.

Mike, on the other hand, turned back into Miz, losing himself in his work, making John Morrison feel like a third wheel to Miz and the victim. Miz would toy slightly with his victims, tearing them apart, draining them dry of blood, torturing the murderers. John didn't know what to say to Miz, so he left it alone. However, one day they came home from this to see a strange woman in the house. She was sitting on Shad's lap. She had dark hair, and bright brown eyes. Overall, she had a rather sweet persona. Sitting next to her, on the floor in front of the couch, was an exotic looking redhead. The brunette wore a pair of blue jeans with long, oval-shaped holes on the thighs, thick strings of yarn going across. She also wore a form-fitting white tanktop. The redhead wore a pair of blue jeans, a red tanktop with black angel wings on it, and a red vest over it, red and black feathers around the trim of the hood connected to the vest. Miz looked at them and walked upstairs, obviously uncaring as to what they were doing there.

"Hi. Who are they?" John asked Shad.

"This is my girl, Eve Torres, and her friend, Maria Kanellis," Shad said. Eve smiled and Maria waved.

"Oh. Well, I'm John Morrison," he said, smiling. Eve laughed softly. Jeff came out of his office, looking worn down and tired, but he smiled at the girls.

"Sorry that took so long. Come with me," he said. Hunter followed Jeff, meeting John's eyes, his own concerned. John frowned slightly, and then looked toward the staircase, where Matt sat, his hands in his head. John nodded to Hunter, who sighed and followed Jeff again, the girls and Shad behind him.

Later that night, Jeff watched as everyone else went up to bed. John just looked confused, Matt and Punk weren't talking, and Mike didn't look at anyone. Michelle squeezed Jeff's hand in a rare display of affection before she went up to her room, probably to talk to Gail for a little while. Whatever was going down with the people living here didn't seem to be affecting her and Gail at all. Jeff groaned and spread out on the couch, his head falling in Hunter's lap.

"What is it, Rainbow?" Hunter asked. The nickname left behind was from Randy, only one of the few things that was left behind. Jeff groaned softly and shrugged.

"This is all so frustrating. They're all falling apart on me. John hasn't been here since the morning he and Mike went to the fair, Mike has barely said a word the entire time, Matt and Punk won't even look at each other. Whatever's going on is with the couples, Hunter," he said. Hunter raised an eyebrow.

"Nothing's wrong with us. Nothing's wrong between Michelle and Gail either," he stated. Jeff sighed, looking at Hunter.

"I bet whatever this is isn't affecting Michelle and Gail because Gail doesn't live here anymore. As far as us… maybe the marriage helps," Jeff said. Hunter shrugged, watching Jeff, running a hand through the blue and teal locks.

"As much as you want to prove that you can do this on your own, Jeff, maybe you should call Mark and tell him what's going on. This kind of strange thing is probably his area of expertise, and he might have an idea on how to fix it," Hunter said. Jeff bit his lip, his tongue flicking the tongue ring he wore back and forth as he considered it.

"But he wanted to go to Texas so bad," Jeff muttered, looking up at him. "I don't want to bother him while he's on his vacation." Hunter smiled slightly, brushing a kiss over Jeff's forehead.

"I know, but you don't deserve to take on all this stress on your own."

"But I'm not. You're here," Jeff said. Hunter smiled.

"I am here, but maybe he can offer you a better opinion than I can," Hunter said. Jeff sighed and nodded.

"You're right. I'll call him now…"

TBC

AN: Short, I know, but I ran out of things I wanted to happen in this chapter. This is a filler, leading up to next chapter, when some real serious shit is going to go down. I know I didn't go into Eve and Maria a whole lot, but Jeff will be filling the whole gang (and you guys and gals) in on what they're doing there next chapter.

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