Chapter 3- Observe and report

For the next few weeks, the Nexus kept an eye on John. Secretly of course and yet they kept to the rules that were installed by Vince McMahon. John however knew that they were up to something, it wasn't the first time it had happened. Nor would it be his last. When three weeks passed, he decided to get to the bottom of things and took the guys off to the side. He sat them down and spoke with them. "Guys, ever since… well… I don't even know since when this stuff was going on. But there seems to be an utter fascination with me. I want to know what you guys are looking for." John said aloud.

Nexus looked to one another and then back at John. "Well, it's just that you are anywhere and everywhere, we haven't seen you eat or drink and yet you are full of energy! How do you do it?" Wade asked.

Cena laughed aloud. "It's nothing special really guys. I can just balance everything. Not to mention, my fans are my energy, they keep me motivated! They inspire me to keep going." He explained.

"What about the eating and drinking part? I won't lie to you. We've been spying your every move" Otunga announced.

"Not to mention bathroom breaks," muttered Slater.

Once more, John laughed aloud. "Oh come on guys! Am I really that much of a mystery to you?" John rose from the table and kept the smile on his face. "You guys are too much" Cena patted Wade on the back and explained he had to go. Needless to say, Nexus felt rather silly to the whole thing. Wade in particular. They decided to call it quits in trying to figure out what John was doing to get all of his energy, but in the back of his mind and that of his mates. Wade knew there was still more to this story.

Elsewhere…

John got some distance between him in Nexus, he nearly fell against the wall out of lack of energy. D. H Smith was quick to find John and help him to his feet. "Come on, we got to get you situated. You're in luck, we're in Canada!" Smith took John down the hallway and sat him in a chair, near the entrance to the ring. He was about to go out with the Hart Dynasty. Just as their music hit, the crowd came to life, screaming and cheering aloud as they walked out into the spotlight. John heard the crowd come to life as they screamed and chanted for the Harts.

He felt it.

The surge of energy began to take hold of his body and flood his senses to great peeks, John rose from the chair, feeling invigorated once more. Edge and Jericho were near by to make sure he was ok. "Yeah, sorry, Nexus has been distracting me as of late…"

"Let them to us, ok? John, you can't let yourself go like this. It's too dangerous" protested Jericho.

Cena agreed. Edge however looked through the curtains. "I say we have to let them know soon, so this doesn't happen again. But we have to ease them into it"

As the Harts finished their match, John closed his eyes once more and fed from the crowd's cheers for the Dynasty. Once they came through the curtains, they waited for Cena to open his eyes once more. They all stood back and watched as a light, white mist penetrated his pours and covered his skin. Only to feed itself into his body. With a content sigh, Cena nodded to the five Canadians and went on his way. Edge, however was greatly worried. "We need a plan" he announced.

"How come we're stuck doing it?" questioned Jericho.

"Because, the Undertaker is on Smackdown and Kane's too busy, Triple H is still out. Which leaves us. Let's face it," explained Edge. Jericho reluctantly nodded as both turned to the Harts.

"We're here to help," announced Natalya. "Just tell us what we need to do"