Okay, I think this may be one of the fluffiest one-shots.

There must be angst and there is. In the beginning, it's all a ball of angst. But it'll get better as it nears the end.

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Innocence

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That morning, Randy's awaken by the sound of the phone ringing and he picks it up and he hears her voice she breaks your heart with that voice because it's the one she used when she's happy and now, after this, you know you've never really been happy and he hears her sweet voice on the other end of the line but feels sour and acidic on in the inside.

"Randy? The divorce is final now." She says and she's so happy about it when Randy's blood turns acidic and he doesn't think he'll live from so much hot blood inside of him anymore but he does. "Alanna is mine, Randy. I can't leave you with her anymore. I'm scared for her."

"It was a mistake," Randy's voice's cracked and weak and he closes it on her before she can say anything else because it already haunts him, thoughts of Alanna, never seen him ever again, it's a possibility and he knows that Sam will file a restraining order again him if he tries to be anywhere near her and he's thinking of taking that risk.

Randy stands there, as Alanna's blood spews blood and he looks back up at Triple H with no anger, just shock and concern surges through his head and all the blood burns and he holds his little Alanna in his arms as tight as possible and he's so very scared for her she's so helpless…so little…so hopeless…

"I could've saved her," he whispers and he wants everything to go back to normal and he doesn't want his daughter's wide eyes staring at horror at Randy and he doesn't want her screaming with fear and he doesn't want to see her face pale in the fear that's washing over her… "Could I have saved her?"

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Randy. I know that this is a bad time for you but I think I know a way to make you feel better. Come to the beach at ten o'clock tonight…sorry about Alanna. I know how much you loved her. –John Cena

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Randy Orton arrives at the beach around ten o'clock at night and he stands up, letting the cold rush of cold burn inside of him and there's no one there and there's no one who's enough of an idiot to come here late at night you don't really know if you're coming here just because of him and Randy knows that the cold rush of air, and the sticky freezing sand beneath him has made his heart relax and pump blood but he doesn't think he has a lot of blood left in him anyways.

Randy thinks of Sam and a sense of closure finally seeps through him because now, he can seek and search for love and maybe even find it because he'd never really loved Sam but then he's let down when he realizes that he's always loved Alanna and now he'll never be able to touch her again and he wants her badly she's the better part of me.

He finds John Cena standing and staring at Randy I don't have to hide anymore, Orton and now that no one was staring, he didn't have to hide how he felt or how he wanted to feel. It was all there affection and love and respect in John's eyes and John doesn't know if it's because he's a good actor or if it's really because it's how he feels and his best guess is that this is how he really feels.

Randy lets the pain show in his eyes and John's eyebrow arches and Randy can see that John hates this you're in pain and you're making me feel that pain too and as John points towards the ground, where an 'X' was marked and Randy raises an eyebrow in confusion and John laughs at how cute it all is as John grabs onto Randy's shoulders and pushes him down, leaning beside him. "I want you to dig."

"Treasure in there?" Randy jokes and John chuckles lightly before he nods his head and Randy puts his dry hands inside of the cold sand as John takes a bucket that had been sitting next to him, a nice red bucket that's black in the darkness around them and even with the cold air engulfing them, Randy and John don't seem to notice because Randy's digging the dry cold sand with his hands and John's busy filling up the bucket and staring at Randy's face in the coldness even when you're broken, you're beautiful.

John makes his way back to Randy with the bucket splashing heavy water in and out, running down to the sand, John lets the bucket stay on the sand and he starts playing around with rocks and Randy laughs. "You're being a little kid today, aren't you?" Randy asks as he continues to dig through the sand, not caring that his hands hurt and that his eyes are only glued onto John.

"Yes, John Cena wants to be innocent again and play around with rocks today instead of drinking beer and watching football." John replies as Randy goes back to digging around in the sand, and after a while, Randy's frustrated because he can't find anything. "What am I looking for, John?"

"A bottle," John replies and there's a grin on his face and as he puts the finishing touches on his rocks and he looks back at Randy to find him rolling his sleeves and really digging inside of the dirt and he laughs you're digging to find my heart and John watches as Randy starts panting. "What is in here? Actual gold?"

"Yeah, actual gold," John nods, and Randy puts one tired hand inside to finally pull out a bottle of champagne and Randy dusts it off quickly so that the clinging dust falls and he looks at John Cena angrily.

"You made me dig for what? Two hours to get a bottle of champagne? You said there was actual gold here!" Randy exclaims and John takes the bottle before he opens it and takes a long swig and Randy grabs onto the bottle and takes a mouthful of champagne before John laughs again. "Drink that anymore and you'll choke."

"What do you mean?" Randy asks and John grabs the bottle away from him, drinking it a little bit and then looking inside of the bottle.

"Stand up and I'll give it to you," John orders and Randy rolls his eyes as he stands up and standing so close to John sends a shiver down his spine as John quickly gives the bottle to Randy and as Randy takes it, looking deep into its core to find a little piece of gold glinting inside of it. "See? Actual gold!"

Randy closes his eyes and lets the piece fall into his hands and his thoughts are what is it? Real gold? It better not be one of those rapper necklaces—but as Randy opens his eyes, he's staring down at a thick gold diamond engagement ring and Randy's eyes threaten to spill tears as he looks back up at John who points down. Randy looks back at the sandy floor, at the rocks, the words inscribed "will you marry me?" Randy whips his head off and slaps John playfully on the cheek, making John chuckle as he holds Randy's wrist to prevent him for 'hurting' him again.

"Of course I will, you big dope!" John's eyes spark up a light of success and then it slowly dims down as he realizes that the only reason he's filling success is because this is all a bet but John pushes the thought away, "let me find out how long you can hold onto that ring anyways."

Randy looks at him in confusion as John throws the bucket of cold water on Randy's body, soaking him thoroughly, and laughing hysterically and Randy looks back at him and he holds John's hand, bringing him to the ocean and John tries to protest and stop laughing as Randy throws him deep into the water. John comes back up with wet hair and a grin that lights up all of the stars on the sky. "Still have the ring?"

Randy flashes the little piece of jewelry to him and John nods his head. "Good," he says as he grabs onto Randy's leg and throws him into the water and they wrap their bodies and a surge of fire burns up between them and they both reach for air as a chorus of laughter comes from each of their mouths you don't know how love really feels like until now and you don't want to let it slip away. John and Randy's eyes lock again and an intense moment flutter between them as Randy's head rests in John's chest.

John takes the ring from Randy's fist and slips it into his finger, before watching him fall asleep as he ruffles through his hair innocence follows you, sticks to you and I feel like I'm taking your innocence away…

Not enough angst.

-Sam

PS. Next one-shot 'Drive'.

Summary: John and Randy go for a drive and a lot of childhood memories come to their heads—painful ones.