A/N: Sorry for the delay in posting this chapter. Works been hectic! Hope you all enjoy the latest addition. I'm only nine reviews away from 300; I'd love to get there this chapter but I guess that's down to you guys.

I plan on going back through and writing some one-shots for those of you who made the milestone reviews 100, 200 etc., and the same is offered for 300 if you are interested. So far they are:

#100 – BingoBaby

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Please send me a PM if you're interested. I'll let you know who #300 is on the next chapter.

Anyway onto the chapter; hope you enjoy.

Emma looked at the clock on her desk as she heard a knock on the door to her office. He wasn't supposed to be here until lunchtime and she was concerned about how she looked.

"Hang on a moment," she called hoping to buy some time. She grabbed her bag from the desk drawer and pulled out a compact mirror to check how she looked.

"Em, it's just me can-" Randy started to say as he entered the room. "Are you wearing makeup?"

"No!" she denied sheepishly realizing she'd been caught.

"Then why are you-"

"God damn it Randy; I've got a meeting with some possible sponsors. Before they sign a deal with us they want to see how it all works backstage," she lied.

"Okay, okay, sorry I spoke. Listen, is there any chance you can watch Alanna for a while. I need to go and see John," he asked as he led Alanna into the room and over to the sofa.

"I don't mind at all, but I haven't seen John yet," she said to Randy.

"He's hiding on his bus; I think he's trying to avoid me."

Emma nodded in agreement. She knew they'd been going through it again recently and she hoped they could work it out. With John's split from Liz, there was a chance they could be what she considered a proper couple; no more tour relationships.

She'd felt bad the previous week when she'd missed John's call, especially considering how broken he sounded. After spending some time with him when they got back on the road, Emma hoped she'd talked some sense into him and convinced him to talk with Randy. She knew they'd spoken a couple of times since and it seemed as though they were heading back in the right direction but she wasn't sure, especially since it seemed John was hiding from Randy.

After Randy left, she called Alanna over to her and she held her on her lap while she continued to work. Alanna was trying to help her file her documents and Emma figured she'd make a tour manager out of her in time. Randy would probably prefer that than Alanna becoming a diva when she grew up.

After a while, the two girls got thirsty so Emma took Alanna to the catering area with some paper and coloring pencils. She saw Ted and moved over to his direction. Emma sat Alanna down with her drawing equipment and then got them all a drink. She was glad Ted was there because she'd been meaning to speak to him all week. Emma had noticed he'd been keeping himself to himself since arriving in town and she hoped nothing was wrong.

"So Ted, what's eating you this week?" she asked bluntly.

"What makes you think something's wrong?" he asked. Emma saw nervousness in his eyes as he was looking around the room seeing who was there.

"Ted you haven't been right all week," she commented. "John noticed the day we got back on the road. And if Cody was here, he'd be getting suspicious as well."

"If Cody were here, I wouldn't be having this conversation with you; we'd be at the hotel, having a very private conversation with one another," Ted said smiling. "The kind, in fact, that I'll be having with him tomorrow morning as soon as we get to Dayton."

Emma rolled her eyes at Ted's comments. He and Cody were perfect together. They complimented each other's personalities and brought traits out in one another that would lay dormant with anyone else. Where Ted managed to calm down some of Cody's craziness, Cody managed to get Ted to be a little more crazy and daring with his life.

"So nothing is wrong?" she asked.

"No, nothing, I promise. I've just been thinking on something and I'm not sure if I'm doing the right thing."

"I'm not going to push but if you want to talk," she said looking up as she saw someone walk by the table.

"Hey Em," Phil Brooks said as he grabbed a coffee.

"Hey, Phil, good to see you," she replied, smiling at him, forgetting her conversation with Ted. She was brought out of her thoughts when Alanna stood on her chair and started tugging on her arm.

"Go see Johnny and daddy?" the little girl asked.

"Okay, let's go see if your daddy found him yet," Emma said as she gathered up Alanna's drawings. "You coming?"

Ted pulled himself up from the chair and they started walking in the direction of the parking lot. Emma looked up from Alanna, who had been pointing out various people she recognized, and smiled again when she saw Phil across the room talking with Michael Cole, no doubt discussing the show that night. Emma was about to look away from Phil caught her gaze, smiling in return, causing her to blush slightly.

"You know, the collective 'we' are concerned about you as well," Ted said bringing Emma back to the conversation.

"That's good… wait what?" she asked not focusing on her slip up. "You're concerned over me?"

"You didn't go home this week. We're just concerned you're slipping into bad habits again," Ted said shrugging his shoulders.

Emma picked Alanna up and held her on her hip as they continued walking toward the parking lot to catch up with Randy and John. She didn't want to have this conversation with any of them yet. She'd told Randy and John she was staying with a friend and they both seemed okay with that, she couldn't understand why they would suddenly be concerned.

"I went to visit a friend who lives there," Emma snapped. "Why is that so wrong?"

"It's not wrong; we just don't know who you know that lives there."

"You know what. You guys are sweet to be concerned but you're not my keepers. I can live my life the way I choose fit," she snapped again.

"Don't upset Aunty Em," Alanna said wrapping her arms around Emma's neck trying to cheer her up.

"I'm not upset cutie, it's fine," Emma said as they neared John's bus. Ted was about to open the door when Emma stopped him.

"You know, I think your daddy said they might go out for a walk," Emma said to Alanna. "How about we head back to my office and wait for them."

Ted gave Emma puzzled look but nodded and followed her back to the office where the three of them sat. Emma took the chance to continue working while Ted entertained Alanna until she started getting tired.

"Why the diversion tactic?" Ted asked quietly once Alanna was asleep.

"I noticed the bus rocking."

Meanwhile…

As soon as Randy dropped Alanna off with Emma, he sprinted through the corridors of the arena and out toward John's bus. He knew he was here as soon as he pulled in, since his own tour bus was parked next to John's. He would've taken Alanna in with him but was concerned they would start arguing and Randy didn't want his little girl hearing.

When he reached the bus, he knocked and waited for John to either open the door or call for him to come in. When neither happened, he knocked again but this time walked in. Laying down on the sofa, John had his eyes closed listening to his iPod. Randy smirked and quietly made his way over to John, perching on the edge of the seat. He went to shake John's knee to let him know he was there but only succeeded in making the older man jump in shock at the touch.

"You scared me," John said as his heartbeat calmed down from the shock. "What are you doing here?"

"I thought we should talk," Randy replied, leaving his hand resting on John's knee.

"Yeah, about that," John said, shifting slightly causing Randy's hand to slide further up his leg. Randy went to move his hand but John stopped him and held it in place. "I've missed you."

John moved in closer and brushed his lips against Randy. Randy could tell John wanted to him to take it further but something inside told him to hold back. When Randy didn't respond, John pulled back, his head drooping so he didn't need to look him in the eye. John tried to move away from Randy grabbed onto him and pulled him onto his lap, wrapping his arms around his waist holding him steady.

"When will you learn, if you try to get away, I'm just going to pull you back in," Randy whispered in John's ear. He felt the shiver run through John's body and it caused a reaction in him, which he was trying to ignore. "What were you going to say before? When I said I thought we should talk."

"What does it matter? You clearly don't want to get back together; you wouldn't even kiss me," John said, still feeling dejected.

Randy held John tight against him as he rolled his hips, making sure he felt the start of his growing erection.

"Does that feel like I don't want to get back together?" Randy asked. "I just want to talk before we do anything about it… so talk."

John relaxed into Randy's arms and in turn, Randy relaxed back into the plush chair, holding John close to his body. John took in a deep breath and exhaled before continuing.

"I feel like I'm waging war with myself. My head against my heart," John said sadly. "My heart just wants this, the two of us together; but my head keeps telling me I'm just going to get hurt again."

Randy rested his chin on John's shoulder as the older man spoke and he took every word in. he knew, deep down, this was a fifty-fifty shot, he just needed to persuade John to go with his heart; to take another chance now they were both free of their marriages. Where they can focus on one another, where they can be a family with Alanna.

"Johnny, I can't promise we'll never fight again, and I can't promise I'm not going to do something which will upset you. What I can promise though is that I love you," Randy said sincerely, hoping John believed him. "I know you believe love isn't always enough, but I don't."

"Surely you can see where I'm coming from, we've had so many problems, so many break ups, I have to ask myself if I'm willing to put myself back in the firing line, where the probability of getting hurt is greater than the chance of not," John said getting it off his chest.

"What if I said I'd found out the cause of some of those problems," Randy said. "I know to begin with it was my insecurity but-"

"Ran, I'm not blaming you for it. I've caused just as many problems," John said interrupting. "It's just this last time… I thought we were done with everything, I thought we were finally able to a couple… and then you told me what happened."

Randy let his head fall back against the seat and he counted to ten before continuing. He wasn't angry or even the slightest bit mad, he just needed to collect his thoughts.

"I'm sorry I ever let it happen. I knew we were getting passed everything that happened and I still went with it," Randy said admonishing himself. "She played me, Johnny."

Randy let his words sink in hoping John would listen to what he said.

"What do you mean?"

"When I was in Tampa; after you told me to leave, I went to find Liz," Randy admitted. "I know I shouldn't have bu-"

"I know you did," John said. "She phoned me late that night and told me, yelled at me for sending you round."

"I'm sorry, I didn't think," Randy acknowledged. "She let slip about something though."

"Did you really tell her about everything we did when we got back together?" John asked unexpectedly, a smile spread across his face.

"Maybe," Randy smirked himself, letting it turn into a smile when John looked over his shoulder at him. "I was having fun; don't be mad. But listen, she let slip about something Sam did."

"What?"

"Did you know they were in contact with one another?" Randy asked. "They've been talking for months; and it sounds like they've been plotting things."

"What do you mean?" John asked sitting up and turning to face Randy.

"Darling, Sam admitted it as well. They figured if Sam could get me back then you'd do the honorable thing and let me go. Leaving Liz free to get you back. I keep hearing we're just a fling, just sex," Randy explained. "Sam even dared to say you were the one who played me, not her."

John stood up and started pacing the length of the tour bus. Randy could see the clogs turning in his head as John processed everything Randy was telling him. He hoped John was coming to the same conclusion as him. When John didn't stop pacing for nearly five minutes, Randy stood up and blocked John's path, gripping his shoulders to stop him.

"Talk to me."

"How were we ever in love with these women?" John asked rhetorically.

"Personally, I didn't know one kiss from you would turn me gay. If I had known, I would've kissed you the day we met," Randy said sarcastically. "As for you, well… you always wanted me. When you couldn't get me, you settled for her."

John pushed at Randy's chest, smiling at his comments. Randy noticed the flirtatious look in John's eyes and decided it was time to settle this. Taking hold of John's face in his hands, he held his gaze.

"Give us one more chance," Randy pleaded.

John didn't respond with words, he simply nodded his agreement. Smiling from ear to ear, Randy pushed John back until he hit the table edge before seizing his lips, thrusting his tongue into his mouth as soon as John responded. Randy captured the moans spilling from John as he continued to dominate his lover's mouth, breaking only when the need for oxygen became too great.

When he broke the kiss Randy's hands went straight to John's shirt pulling it up to reveal his well-defined upper body. He pushed it further up and John helped him remove the shirt before he latched on to Randy's removing it in the same fashion. With their shirts removed, Randy took possession of John's lips once more, tasting him every time their tongues dueled, fighting for dominance. When Randy slid his hands down to the front of John's shorts, groping the obvious hard on through the material, John gave in and let Randy win out the battle of tongues, instead concentrating on the pleasure Randy brought to him, bucking his hips so Randy took more of his member in his palm.

"Eager, darling?" Randy said in between kisses as he popped the button of John's shorts. John's hands immediately went to Randy's jeans as he mimicked Randy's movement, opening the flies of the denim material.

"Been too long," John said desperately as he pushed Randy's jeans and boxers down in one quick motion.

"It's been just over a week," Randy reminded him as he kicked out of his shoes and socks before stepping out of his jeans. "But I guess that is too long for someone as horny as you."

"Fuck you," John said swatting Randy's arm as the taller man sank down to remove John's shorts. Randy kissed his way back up John's legs, reveling in the muscles, which twitched under his touch. The smirk on his face as he stood up again made John gulp in anticipation.

"Not today. I'm the one doing the fucking," he said. "On the table."

John complied and lay back on the table with his legs hanging off the end. His shaft stood proud from his body and Randy licked his lips in anticipation. Randy walked over to a nearby drawer and removed a small bottle of lube, slicking up his shaft, enjoying the pressure of his hand.

He placed a finger at John's entrance and quickly pushed in, listening to John's breathing as he plunged in and out, getting John ready for his cock. When John started pushing back on his finger, he removed it from his hole and quickly pushed two back in, stretching him further.

"Ran… more, Babe… please," John pleaded.

Randy removed his fingers and stepped closer so his cock was lined up with John's hole and he pushed in until his cock was all the way in.

"Fuck, babe," John groaned, as he felt stretched around Randy's hard shaft.

"You okay," Randy asked not moving as John adjusted to his size. John nodded in response but Randy noticed his breathing was still fast so he held out on moving until it calmed a little. After half a minute, Randy flexed his hips and John moaned in pleasure from the sensation.

Randy moved John's legs so they rested on his shoulders and then grabbed John's hips to hold him steady. He pulled out so only the tip of his cock remained in John before slamming back in to his lover.

"Fuck… again," John yelled, his body arching off the table as Randy struck his prostate head on. Continuous moans slipped past his lips as Randy set a pace they both needed after being separated.

"John… shit, I forgot how tight you were," Randy moaned as he continued to pound into John, not noticing the creaking of the table beneath them. He groaned as John clenched his muscles, tightening even more on Randy's shaft.

As Randy pounded into him they found themselves falling back as the table broke away from the fittings on the side of the bus. Somehow Randy caught John before he was hurt, inadvertently slamming harder into John.

"Oh God," John screamed as Randy's cock hit his prostate "Randy!"

Randy went to pull John up but John stopped him grabbing hold of the nearest unit to steady himself.

"Mmm… just like that, babe… feels amazing."

Randy growled at John's comment and he picked up his pace, slamming as hard as he could into his lover. His dick twitched and pulsed inside John as he punched his hand onto the seat by the side of them. He could feel his sac tightening as the familiar sensation grew intensely in his stomach threatening to explode. He continued to thrust hard into John's body, pulling John up to reconnect their lips to savor his taste.

"Randy! I'm going to cum!" John yelled as he raked his nails down Randy's back, leaving angry marks, not thinking about how Randy was going to hide them later in the night. His hips matched the taller man's thrusts that continued to pound into him. Randy growled as he let go of John's lips, lowering him back down so he was on an angle. John screamed as he came, spurting cum all over his chest.

"Fuck… Johnny… oh shhhiiittt," Randy yelled as he released load after load of cum into John's hole, trying to hold himself up by holding onto the side of the unit.

When his breath was back he reached out and pulled John up, causing the older man to groan as the blood rushed from his head. He let John lean against him as he regained his balance before laughing at the carnage before them.

"Do you think Vince will make you pay for that?" Randy asked as he pulled John down into a nearby seat.

"Me?"

"So did you enjoy the lights at the weekend?" Phil asked as he propped himself up on his elbow.

"Hmm," was the only response he got from Emma as she blissfully laid out on the picnic blanket sprawled across the floor of the skybox, rubbing her stomach from eating too much.

"I said," Phil joked bringing Emma's attention back to their conversation. "Did you enjoy the lights at the weekend? We got to talking and you never really said if it was your thing or not."

Emma smiled at the man opposite her; she'd spent her days off in Chicago, after being talked into it by Phil. They'd been spending a lot of time together, working on some upcoming storylines for him and both found themselves enjoying the company of the other. She was wary to talk to her boys about the new development, since she wasn't sure how they would feel about her dating someone so soon after returning to work.

"It was amazing. I've been to Chicago loads of times, but never been see any of the Christmas light shows," Emma exclaimed. "I hope you know that is now going to be a yearly visit for me."

"Well there are loads of different ones each year so you'll never get bored," Phil smiled. "And I know I've said this, but I was planning on taking you to Cherokee Park but with the weather…"

Emma reached over and put her hand on his forearm to stop him worrying, "This was lovely. I've had an amazing time."

"You deserve it," he said taking her hand in his. He lifted it to his lips and brushed a gentle kiss to the back of her hand. "I've got an idea. Why don't we do this tomorrow as well?"

"As good as that sounds, there's one flaw," Emma said coyly.

"What's that?"

"You're not here," she said chuckling. "You'll be heading back to Chicago won't you?"

Phil reached across, brushed the hair back out of Emma's face and smiled sweetly at her.

"I can always reschedule," he suggested.

"You'd do that?" Emma asked shocked at Phil's suggestion.

"If I got to spend time with you," he said, blushing from his own comment. "And if I do, you're welcome to head back to Chicago with me the following day. I've just picked up a great set of Smoky Mountain Wrestling DVDs."

Emma chuckled at Phil's excited nature. She was glad she found someone who was as obsessed with wrestling as she was. Many of the people on the tour loved what they do and grew up wanting to be in the business. However, most of them leave it behind when they go home. Phil was just the same as she was, as soon as they got home, they found something to eat and drink and then vegged out in front of the TV watching wrestling.

"You know a way to a girl's heart," she joked as Phil still held onto her hand, idly running his fingertips across the palm. He scooted closer and looked her deep in the eye.

"Would you rather flowers and chocolates?" he asked seriously though his eyes gave away the humor he was hiding.

"No to the flowers," Emma said. "Chocolates I say yes to, especially Hotel Chocolat."

"I'll remember that next time we're in New York," he said moving closer.

"Or Boston," Emma whispered as she focused on the lips that were mere inches away from her own.

"Or Boston," Phil repeated quietly, as he leaned in and lightly kissed her lips.

A/N: Remember review #300 gets a one-shot if you're interested!