I am so sorry for the wait. I have so much typed up and I will try get as much out asap.
But my father died on Friday night and since I have been rushed off my feet trying to everything I possibly can for my family.
I regret to say that my family at this point in time are more important than your need for slash.

A days passed from that night. I wasn't as grumpy as I usually was. I had faith in Hunter. I knew he would try help me out, even if he hadn't been through something so similar, he would always help me out. I had new hope.

I walked towards the headquaters for a staff meeting. It was officialy the road to mania and we all wanted our storylines, wanted to know where the next few months would take us.

"Randy" I turned to see Shawn just getting out of his car, I smiled warmly at him.

"Hey Shawn" I greeted as he caught up with me. There was a new air around us an understanding of some sort.

"My boys been jumping through rings for you these last few days" I raised a brow as he caught into step with me, "Make it worth it yeah?"

"Don't know what he's done, but I'll try" I smirked knowing Hunter didn't do things by half measures when he set out to do something.

"You'll see soon enough" he smirked as we walked towards the confernce room, "Good luck by the way" he smirked and I shook my head as I stook my seat beside him and Hunter.

People came in, in drips and drabs yet last but not least sitting directly in front of me was John Cena. My heart lept into my throat, as I looked down at my hands. I felt a hand on my knee, I looked up at Shawn as he smiled sadly to me. I smiled back knowing it was a false smile, but I was greatful to have him and H there.

"Okay people" I looked at Vince, "This is this years top card" We looked around and nodded, "This year will have John Cena versus Randy Orton" I almost chocked on my tongue as Shawn and Hunter sniggered, "I know its a bit sudden but me and a few of the production team guys thought it would be a great idea, the responce from the Rumble on you both was great, seemed silly not to build on it"

I looked around confused, me and John had storylines. Good ones at that. A script fuller as any other I had ever seen fell in front of me, and I glanced side ways at hunter who smiled and lowly said, "Not bad for 5 days work eh?"

"What about our storyline?" I hissed,

"I'm taking over from that" Shawn smiled, "Works out great, I get more time with H, you get more time with John" I looked across the table at John who was flicking through his equally thick script and our eyes met, before I gulped as did he.

"The road to wretlemania huh?" he let out sounding as if he was having trouble breathing.

"Looks like its gonna be a long one huh?" I held up the booklet and he nodded before looking back at vince as he started to talk.

Note to Self; Destroy DX after I get through this termendasly large script.

I pased my locker room, I stood in my ring gear. I was just waiting for the call that I had 5 minutes before I had to go. Go take John's belt and smack him over the head with it, ruining his victory. I started to hyperventialate.

Once again we hadn't spoken the match over. Something I wasn't used to.

It wasn't like I had, had much interaction with John since the day he walked out of our hotel room. There was the house show that night,

"John" I sighed as he tried to walk past me.

"Forget it Randy" he hissed walking into his locker room.

"John" I tried again, opening the door.

"Randy just leave me alone please? I'm sick of this shit. I don't know what I ever expected from you, or you from me, but I'm sorry for now I'm going to have to break a promise to you. I can't be friends. Not like this" My head spun. It was offcial. I had lost John. Lost the one remaining person in the world I had any kind of hope or faith in. I nodded respecting his wishes, I wasn't going to hurt him any more. He'd asked me to leave him and thats what I would do. Turning leaving the locker room I tired not to break down.

Then there was the time Vince had pulled us in about stopping rooming together.

"Is it true you'd find it easier to have your own space right now?" I nodded not even completely sure what I was agreeing to, I was a mess, which only helped John's case.
John who stood in the corner not meeting my gaze, hiding behind the fact I wouldn't bring 'it' up infront of Vince.

"Yeah" I nodded, "No offence to John" I hissed, "But being around him 24/7 isn't the easiest thing to do when I'm trying to get my head straight - again no offence your just not easy to be around" John glared at me before painting on his baby face smile.

"It's fine man - you just do what you gotta do to set everything right again yeah? Dont miss me to much either"

"Like I could"

Vince completely missed everything, taking it for playful banter, and got us sperate rooms, but the sly digs hurt me more than he would ever know.

Then there was the last time I tried to talk to him if it wasn't nessasary. It was a drunk night in the hotel bar.

It was almost empty, closing time or there abouts. I slid into the booth John had been at all night.

"Why'd you do it John?" I begged.

"Do what?" He asked.

"Why'd you wait till you where ready to leave to tell me you loved me?" I was shitfaced drunk and would regret this in the morning.

"I was never ready to leave Randy. You pushed me away" He sighed, he looked drunk but not nearly as bad as me.

"I never pushed you away" I protested.

"Yeah you did, you continuesly treated me like" he took a deep breath, "You treated me like I meant nothing to you and I wasn't sticking around for the rest of the show. I already know how the controlling Viper gets with his prey" He stood walking away.

And that right there is when I decided he was right. I had treated him wrong too many times and he deserved so much better than I was willing to give him. I decided right then I would leave him alone.

"Randy?" I snapped out of it,

"Y-Yeah?" I replied.

"Your up, John's match is just about over" I nodded.

"Okay" I took a deep breath before walking out.

I watched on the monitor as John was finishing his match.

"You look like you've seena ghost kid" I looked up at Shawn and nodded.

"I'm not sure I can do this" I groaned, "There was a reason I left him alone"

"& I don't care what that is" Shawn laughed, "Go get him, please trust me"

"QUE ORTON" I looked at the screen and I ran out, picking up John's belt on the way. I slid into the ring so fast I'm sure it gave his entrance a run for his money and then I took a deep breath waiting for him to trun around, and as he did I hit him over the head with the belt.

John fell to the ground convinciling and I climb the turn buckle holding the belt, claiming to the fans and camera that it would soon be mine.

Back stage John was being seen to and I went to see how he was going, mildily hopeing he would have a concussion so we didn't have to do this stupid storyline.

"Hey" I said as I slid in, I smiled at Ed who smiled back at me.

"Hey" he replied, he sounded slightly dizzy, "You made me dizzy" I chuckled lightly, seeing him find it hard to focus on me.

"He'll need someone to saty with him tonight" I nodded, not sure who would do it.

"Is he injured?" I asked.

"No, just too much alchol last night mixxed with not taking the blow right. He's lucky its not a concussion to be honest. Just dizzy and gonna have a pleting sore head tomorrow. Make sure he takes these first thing?" He haded me seriously strong pain killers and I nodded.

"Okay John we need to get you into the locker room, changed and then hotel bound" I shakily put my arm around him and he let me help him up. Ignoring the urge to run my hands over his bare torso. Ignoring the urge to push him again a wall or tilt my head to the side lightly and kiss him.

"Can we just get my stuff and go back to the hotel?" I nodded.

"Sure, whatever you want"

I seen Hunter on the way to John's locker room and I shook my head.

"Can you grab my shit? Someones gotta stay with him tonight, I suppose since I caused it I should be doing it?"

"Yup" Shawn smiled, "Do the crime, Do the time" He also smirked. I tired not to think about how ovbious they where being but I knew they knew what they where doing. They'd gotten away with it themselves for years.

"Sure, we'll grab your stuff, get you out by the car?" I nodded as I went into Johns locker room, quickly gathering his stuff.

We made out way slowly out to the car park because John kept complaining he was dizzy.
Shawn helped me put our stuff away before I got into the car and drove off.

"Thank you Randy" I eyed him.

"For?"

"Helping me. Staying with me. I didn't expect you to, thought I'd have to bribe a fan or something" I rolled my eyes.

"Like I'd ever force you to interact with fans" I said sarcasticall and smirked and he chuckled himself.

We pulled up and I grabbed our stuff though he seemed to be okay to walk by himself now. I staied close just incase. We checked in and then left for our room for the night.

As we got in I noticed we only had one bed between us. I gulped.

"You don't need to stay Randy, I'll be fine - thanks for driving me back" he started apon seeing my face.

"No" I stopped him, "I'll stay I just forgot that there would be only one bed. It's okay" I tried to reason with myself more than John.

We both got ready for bed, John turned the light out and we lay facing oposite each other, a larage space in between us, which was causing the cover to be strained between the both of us and a large draft was coming over my back. I tried to ignore my body, and my thoughts. Telling myself I was only hear to help John. I was only here because I hurt him, and I would do the same for any other superstar who needed me if I hurt them.

I knew it was all lies, but it's what got me to sleep that night.

I woke the next morning to a body tangled around mine. I breathed in instantly recognising the smell. John's smell. I sighed, completely content. Glancing at the clock on the night stand, realised I still had half an hour before I had to get up and ready. I planned on spending it lying in John's arms.

"Randy?" John whispered and I didn't respond, scared to. After a few seconds John let out a sigh of relief before settling in behind me again. His face into my neck and his arms wrapped firmly around me. I felt in heaven. I pushed back into his brace, not even worried right now at what I was doing or how this may inpact us. "Thought I'd been caught there" John muttered shaking his head. I smiled. If anything came of today and last night, it was that John in some way still cared for me. Still wanted to be close to be. Wether that be as a friend or more, I wasn't sure, but lying there wrapped up in his arms, safe from the world and his anger, his gaurd down and the truth oozing out of him I didn't care. I knew I meant something to John and something was defiently better than nothing.

"I'll never understand why you done it Randy" He whispered into my ear in the same hurting voice I hated to know I caused, "We could have been so good together" My eyes started to water as once again my heart shattered. I didn't want to risk him moving away from me so I just let the tears fall, streaming over my face and pooling onto my pillow, "I'd have given you everything you ever wanted. Didn't I protect you?" He begged, "I always thought I done right by you, always thought I was the one you knew would save you" Something else I could take from these last few hours, John was just as broken as I was regardless of the front he put up. "Jesus Randy I wish I was the one to save you" He ran a hand down the side of my face, dangerously close to the tear streaks, "I always wanna save you. I always at least try to" He sniffed and I felt a single tear on the side of my neck. A lump formed in my throat that I wouldn't be able to shift. "Fuck John what are you doing?" he asked himself before pulling away from me, heading towards the shower room. I dared to breathe now as I heard the shower start. I sat up rubbing my eyes and groaning lightly.

A sudden beeping caught my attention and I turned to alarm off, ordering coffee for John and myself while waiting for the shower to be free.

Moments later, John came out fully dressed and I smiled to him. We where both sad, but we tried to brush it off. I held up his coffee and his pain killers.

"Thanks Randy" he muttered pulling a face as he washed down the pain relief. I giggled lightly at him before brushing by him to shower.

Depressing. I know. Again sorry for the wait xx