Summary: Why 2012 was not John Cena's best year at all. The blows he got dealt by life that almost destroyed the men that was John Cena.

Pairings: John/Randy, others will also be featured

Warning: See Chapter 1

Disclaimer: See Chapter 1

A/N: A special thanks to all the reviewers of chapter 4! Keep the reviews coming! All feedback and comments are appreciated!

P.S. This chapter is dedicated to john cena good gurl who gave me the inspiration for this chapter!

As Always, onto better things!

XOXO, WritingGhost

John knew he was in a shit load of trouble when he woke up. Phil and Jeff had offered to drive him to the next house show the day before in Kansas City the day before. Now he was stucked in St. Louis with no way to Kansas City. He should've taken Phil on his offer to the house show despite how annoyingly cute Phil and Jeff had been about it. He knew he wouldn't be able to catch a ride either by now everyone else probably left the hotel.

So he got dressed and packed all his belongings. He called Hunter, McMahon, and Vickie and they all basically said the same thing. He was on his own. He was not only on his own his was screwed. The only thing that he could do that would bail his ass out was to call Randy. That was the last thing he wanted to do right now.

Calling Randy for help will open a can of worms that he did not even want to see on display. He did not want to see Randy for a very long time. Realistically until he had the strength to control his emotions around Randy. So instead went to the lobby checked out and got the concierge's help to get a rental car. The concierge proved to be about as helpful as asking Tensai for dancing lessons.

So he called a cab service that turned out to be fruitless as well. Apparently fate was being a bitch today. It seemed that one way or another today he would have to face Randy today. So he took a deep calming breath to try and calm his nerves. The he dialed the number he knew by heart. He waited as the phone rang in his ear and when he heard the distinct baritone voice his entire body shivered.

"Hello?" Randy's voice was raspy on the phone. This meant John probably woke him up.

"Um…" John could not even formulate words.

"Listen I don't know who is this but the sun has barely raised. So either speak or go to hell!" Randy exclaimed.

"Randy, it's me John," John paused as he heard what seemed to be bed sheets shuffle, "I need a favor."

"Anything." Randy said and John could not help the painful tinged in his chest at the hopeful tone in Randy's voice.

"I need a lift to Kansas City. Am stuck here with no way out. I just need you to drive me there and that's it."

"Okay," Randy said with a still hopeful tone in his voice, "I'll be at the hotel in 20 minutes."

"I'll be waiting in the lobby."

Randy literally jumped out of bed and ran to the bathroom. Where he proceeded to take a shower and go through his daily hygiene routine. After he was through he ran back into his bedroom and to the closet and threw on his jeans, his strike back t-shirt, and sneakers. Then ran out his bedroom, down the stairs, and out the door and to his hummer that was parked in front of the garage. Barely remembering to lock the door. He put the hummer in gear and headed out to the St. Louis Marriott. Hoping that this was the window he needed to start and win John back into his life.

John walked towards the lobby and settled down on a nearby chair. He leaned back into the chair and stared sipping from the latte he had bought and eating his butter croissant. He had no idea what the hell he was going to do once Randy got there. John was completely lost as to how he was going to approach the men who broke his heart and basically destroyed him. He sighed deeply as he gathered his thoughts. This meeting was going to be the confrontation they were going to need start to move on.

He looked down at his watched and saw that it was close to the twenty minutes that Randy said it was to take him to the get to the hotel. So he tossed away the remnants of his breakfast and got all his bags. He started to move towards the hotel's main entrance when he saw Randy walk in. He watched how a lot of the people in the lobby stopped just to gawk at Randy as he walked towards him. He could not blame them either with Randy's looks and overpowering presence it did not take a genius to see why some people could not help themselves but openly ogled.

He stopped himself half way through the lobby. Not because of Randy but because he had no idea what to do with himself. So he just watched as Randy made his way to him and looked him in the eye. John looked away and just acknowledges Randy's presence with a nod. He just watch as Randy grabbed most of his bags and waited for him take he the luggage on wheels. Once he did that he followed Randy as he led him towards what he assumed was his hummer.

He watched as Randy walked around the hummer and put all the bags he was carrying in the haul. Then he walked back to him, took his bags, and put them with the rest of the bags in the haul. Randy proceeded to open the passenger door for him and opened the door for him. He just sighed and climbed into the hummer. He watched as Randy closed the door, walked around the hummer, climbs into the driver's sit, put the car into gear, and headed in the direction of the interstate. He just sighed in resignation. This was going to be one long ass ride.

John looked out the window as Randy drove. He did not know what to do with himself. By the looks of it neither did Randy. The car was filled with a with Randy's favorite music. Metallica was blasting through the hummer. However, there was an immense silence between Randy and himself. The tension between them both was unbelievable.

Randy didn't know what to do. Here he had this golden opportunity to explain himself to John. Yet it seemed that he forgot how to open his mouth. He took a deep breath as he started to gather his thoughts. This was probably going to be one of the most difficult conversations he was going to have. He just hoped that something comes out of this conversation.

"John?"

"What?"

"We need to talk."

"Isn't a little too late to talk Randy? This was probably the conversation you should've had with me long before this mess happened!" John said.

"John, please listen to me! Am not going to sit here and pretend that what I did had any justification. Or try and pretend to know what you're going through.

But please at least hear me out. I have so much to say and I know you do too. We've gone through a lot to just let things stay like this between us." Randy stated.

"Fine, but find somewhere we can talk. I don't want to end up in a hospital due to your horrible driving."

"Sure, there's a rest stop coming up in the next three miles or so."

"Okay, but until we get there I don't want to talk."

Randy took the exit that would lead him to the rest stop. As he did that he turned off the radio, and drove towards a Denny's he saw in the distance. He hoped that he would be able to settle something between John and himself. He had to before he left the WWE for the next two months. He had to talk to John before distance and fate did with then whatever it wanted. Randy parked in the parking lot and got out of the hummer. He then walked out around the car and opened the door for John. Who in a huff got out of the car and walked towards the restaurant. He just smirked at John's attitude it was just too adorable.

As they sat down and gave their orders of food to the waitress. John and Randy stared into each other's eyes. There was a tension so palpable between the two men that it even made those around them uncomfortable. Nothing was said as the men sipped from their cups of coffee. A while later the waitress returned with their food, which they ate in silence. After the waitress collected their empty plate they got their cups of coffee refilled. Both men leant back into their chairs and started at each other, a test of wills ensued.

"What do you have to say that was not said two days ago Randy?"

"You could at least let me explain myself. I know it's not easy! Damn it. This is tearing at me too. You have no idea what I am feeling or how much am hurting right now!'

"Randy everything you're feeling and going through as you say. You brought it on yourself."

"John, please listen to me." Randy was pleading at this point. He couldn't bear to see the tears in John's eyes or the way in which John spoke with bitterness. It tore him into pieces to know that he did that to John.

"Talk Randy, but realize that regardless of what you say. Nothing is going to change between us." John stated.

"Fine, I understand. The first thing I need to tell you is that I was horrified," Randy saw the confusion clearly written on John's face so he clarified himself, "About the marriage. John I was terrified of getting married. Even though we've been together for eight years, I mean we were together for eight years.

I was terrified of the idea of getting married. Of actually setting down the fact that after we were married things would never be the same again. That we would actually be a family, start a family. It's hard to know that I would have given up a part of myself. You know that I was change who I was for another person. That scared me because I felt as if somehow I am, was losing a part of myself once I made this commitment."

"Are you kidding me? You got scared, really? That's the big reason you had to give me! I was scared too Randy. But you didn't catch fucking around on you!"

"John, please…"

"Don't you John, please, me!" John screamed when he saw other people in the restaurant look at him he stopped himself, took a deep breath, and continued, "Randall Keith Orton you're the biggest idiot I know.

"If you think that because you felt fear at the idea of commitment for the rest of your life to one person. Gives you redemption for what you did, you got another thing coming to you mister.

"You think that it's okay for you to cheat on me because of your idiocy? What's to tell me that you haven't cheated on me before then? Do you have any kind of idea of what I've felt since I found you in bed with Morrison?

"And even before that you idiot we had been in a committed relationship for eight years. We've lived together for four of those. We were even planning to get pregnant and the idea of getting married is what scared you? I call bullshit!"

"John I know it was stupid and idiotic. But it's the truth, I was stupid and imbecile. I feel like the most disgusting of scums on the Earth. I know I hurt horrible that I broke your heart. I know how horrible you must feel. I tried to put myself in your shoes. I tried to imagine what I would have felt if I had found you in bed with Ted or Cody. I felt as if my heart was being ripped out of my chest. I could not even begin to comprehend how you must have felt. You actually went through the pain of me cheating on you with your best friend.

"But you have to know that am hurting too. When I got home without you I felt lost and sad and depressed. I don't know with to do with myself without you there with me. Please you've got to know that despite how bad I screwed up. I do love you! I love you more than anything in this world!"

"Randy you've got to know that what you did it's not something I can get easily over! I might still love you but that by no means, mean that I will forgive you. Even if one I do forgive you, it does not mean that I will ever get back with you. Right now what I need is to be as far away from you as possible! We both need space to heal.

After tonight's show, am going to get a ride back to St. Louis and get some clothing. I spoke to Hunter and am going on the European tour. When I come back am going to look for a new place, get all my things, and move out. Afterwards, I want you to stay as far away as possible from me. The only time you can be anywhere around me if we have a storyline together."

"You don't have to worry," Randy said his body taut and face void of emotions, "Am not going to be at work for the next two months thanks to Punk. You tell me when you're going to move out and I'll make myself scarce.

"Are you ready to go?" Randy asked John, at his nod Randy said, "Well let's go, I am ready to get this over with."

"I agree, am ready to move on." John said.

John and Randy walked back to the car. This time Randy clicked on the hummer's remote and unlocked the car. John walked towards the passenger's side door, opened the car door, and settled himself. Randy did the same on the driver's side. Randy drove back into the interstate and towards Kansas City. It was really over.