Okay, you know the drill. Bold=Randy, italics=John so don't make me say it again. LOL, this is nice. I was kind of stuck but I thought—let's go with the flow.

Here you go. Chapter 6 with all its Cena/Orton fluffiness. Okay, I'm a liar. It's a pool of angst really. Just pain and pain and more pain.

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Break Away

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"No…"

His voice has distress and agony and misery burning inside of it and Randy knows it. The horror replays through his head, over and over, flashes of dead white, flashes of blood red, flashes of fallen black and he doesn't know how to stop any of them from taking over his so crumpled mine his so broken mind his so crushed to bits mind.

"Please…"

He can almost see her, his little Alanna, in his arms, all sweaty, all tired, all so tiny and so hopeless and so very helpless and her cries are shuffled out by his hot breath on her pale face. His beautiful little Alanna, in danger, in distress, in agony, in his arms and he can't do anything about it but watch.

"N-no…"

He wants to hold her, to keep her safe as he watches Alanna's eyeballs fill with tears and a part of Randy's heart rips into shreds as he sees his daughter, with scared little eyes, shaky fists, her screams fill the air and he doesn't think that he can hear anything else.

"Please…"

He just wants Hunter to let go of his daughter, squeezing her, hurting her, she doesn't deserve this and she can't handle this but Hunter's eyes are condensing darkly and he stares at Randy, wanting nothing more than to crush his little heart but he'd done that already.

"Just leave her alone…"

The words slip off with acid, and Randy feels as if the tears will fall down his face as he stares at his daughter, pained, weak, vulnerable and Hunter's feeding on his vulnerability. He's laughing at him, and it shows in his eyes, laughing darkly at what he's doing.

"Just leave her the hell alone…"

Randy sees him as his thick finger touches her hair, letting a thick strand twirl around his finger and Randy feels like tearing apart, wanting to hold her and get her away and he just can't do anything about it but watch and stare or he'll hurt her. He might hurt her.

He really might hurt his little Alanna.

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Randy's eyes pop wide open and he doesn't know where he is and he doesn't register it at all as he screams her name, "Alanna!"

John's hands grip onto his shoulders. "Orton? You okay?" but Randy's short and sharp breaths don't stop and John tries to massage his shoulders but Randy's sweating like crazy and he's not coming down.

"Where's my daughter?!" Randy exclaims and John only grips tighter to make him calm down and John can feel the little droplets of sweat running from his neck.

"She's back at home, Randy. She's okay. She's—"John looks clearly to realize that Randy's so close to tears and his face's so cracked and his eyes are so broken and he just wants to die as he scrambles into John's chest and tries to breathe but he doesn't know how to. "Orton?"

"Cena, is…is she safe?"

"Yes, Randy. Why?"

"Triple H. Something between us." Randy tries to shake the bad memories out but John's hands are still on Randy's shoulder and they're still squeezing tightly and Randy knows that John wants to know every single detail.

"Tell me about it."

"No, it's pers—"

"You know that I'll bug you about it, Orton," he says, and his voice's stern and so stiff and Randy sighs as he leans back down and John massages his tense shoulders and Randy eases up slightly knowing that his daughter's safe and she's back home. Randy wants to be back home with her right now.

"You know the entire Triple H epidemic? He came around my house, in the middle of the night and my wife was out, giving some medicine to her mother and it was just me and Alanna and he held her, he grabbed onto her body and squeezed the life out of her and she was screaming. Her screams—they haunt me, man. They're like always in my head. I can't get them out." He starts then he takes another deep breath.

"He told me if I step any closer then she's going to get it so I watched him as he squeezed her, really hurt her, shook her over and over and her screams—they made me feel like I was a horrible father. And as I watched, he pulled her back down onto her crib and discarded like nothing happened. And I heard her scream and cry for the rest of the night. Nothing I could do would stop her. She was—she was scared…completely scared…of me."

John's arms outstretch and he lets Randy lie and shake but he's not crying. He's just shaking from the sudden feeling of coldness running through him so many snowflakes so much heartbreak and he knows it as well as anyone did.

They're both broken.

They both see the snowflakes, black and dead.

As dead as they are.

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John knocks at Triple H's door and he doesn't care that the coldness is practically swallow his body whole and he stares as Triple H steps out of his locker room with his ring attire hugging him proudly and tightly. John's eyes sparked up a blue storm of anger and frustration and disbelief. "What the hell were you thinking doing what you did to Orton?" John snaps at him.

"What? Orton deserved every bit of what was coming to him," Hunter spits out with disgust rolling through his voice and John's face hardened plaster but Hunter laughs at John's attempt in being angry. "Take off your shirt. I think this is going to turn into a fight, Cena."

John sheds his t-shirt off and throws it on the floor. His toned and defined body sparkles in the light even when his eyes are as hard as ice and they both walk into Hunter's room and they don't care about the things around it as Hunter shuts the door and closes it so that no one can bother them and their words will be the only thing filling the empty air.

"I'm serious. You don't know how you've hurt the little guy. The poor thing's close to tears and you think that hurting his daughter is a solution? Stephanie and Vince and Shane—they can take it. Randy knows that. But his daughter—his year old daughter—doesn't deserve that type of pain!"

"And neither does Stephanie, or any of her family," Hunter snaps as he stands up to face John Cena, face to face and Hunter's breath is on his face and his eyes are only on John's face and they both know that they hate each other just by the look in their eyes.

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So many snowflakes…

Randy walks towards the Legacy locker room but when he hears Hunter's and John's muffled, barely audible voice, he walks towards it, holding onto the door and pressing his ear to the door to hear those muffled voices becoming clearer and clearer.

"And neither does Stephanie, or any of her family."

Silence roamed through the room as Randy licks his lip and is about to leave but then Hunter's words fill up the air again.

"You know that Orton doesn't even deserve a family. He's just no good. If he can't take care of his daughter, then who can he take care of? His wife's probably cheating on him. He's got nothing and he'll never have anything. The man doesn't even know what love means, so why should I care that he can't take care of his daughter? He'll never be able to."

Randy opens his mouth partly but takes in the words and he looks away and his eyes are suddenly red and puffy from the tears that are stinging but not falling because Randy Orton just doesn't cry and as he looks around to find a black t-shirt onto the floor that has 'Hustle. Loyalty. Respect' on it and Randy grips onto the t-shirt as if it's his life.

Hustle.

I know about the cover that's trying to hold back the emotions in John Cena's eyes.

You're such in a hurry that you don't know the words that are spilling out of your mouth… ""I got it, Mike. Two weeks. I don't know how the hell am I going to do it but I am going to do it. I can do it, understand? I'm the John Cena and I can do it!"…all lies…

You're lying to yourself that you're blind to who you really are, Cena.

Loyalty.

I've opened up to him and now he's standing next to Hunter, hearing those words but not fighting back…

Sometimes, you don't think you can fight back.

I'm not worth fighting for.

Respect.

Where's the respect? What the hell is respect to you, Cena?

Respect is when you care about someone so much that any insult about them breaks you so much on the inside you can't speak anymore.

… just so much heartbreak.

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I think I like this one more than the others…maybe 'Dark' is the best one. I don't know. I really connected with this one. I have a feeling that this one is the best until now.

:P Sam

PS. Next one: 'Heaven'.

Summary: John connects the pieces of Randy's odd behavior. Randy's on a bus to another town and he doesn't want to see John's face again. Can John convince him that he cares?

I think this one'll be fluffy at the end. Of course, there'll be angst. When is there never? But it'll be fluffy in the end…I hope. :D