Saturday comes too quickly for my liking, although I'm glad of the day off from training. Roman has worked me hard, and I'm aching. I ache a lot. Dean finds it funny, he would, he's just a sick guy after all. "You walk like a 90 year old woman" he teases me as I make my way to the car. I flip him off and slide into the back seat next to Destiny's baby seat. Roman is the next one in the car. He's travelling with us because Seth and Tracey have his car. He smiles at me and I smile back at him weakly. "You ok?" he asks, concerned. I nod. "Aching in places I didn't know existed" I admit. "But it's good. It means this training is working." He nods and turns around as Dean locks the house up and gets into the drivers seat. "Everyone got everything?" he asks. Roman nods and I look at Dean. "If I haven't it's your fault for rushing me" I say. He grins. "I told you toots" he says. "You don't need clothes!" Roman laughs as Dean starts the car. "Don't encourage him Joe" I groan. Roman catches my eye in the mirror and looks away quickly. I shake my head and settle down for the drive to the arena.
Roman's car is parked at the arena when we get there. Dean puts Destiny into her pushchair and hands it to me while he grabs our bags. "Ready for this?" he asks. I shake my head. "What's happening?" I ask as we walk. "Gonna dump the bags in the locker room then head to catering" he says opening the door. "I'm under strict instructions from booby Bella to not be late cos she can't start without me there. It's nice to feel wanted. Oh, wait, she can't start without you there. Yeah, you, not me." "Us" I say as Roman laughs behind us. "Get a move on guys" he says. "The show will be over by the time you two agree." I laugh and wait while they dump the bags, then walk with them to catering, wondering what Nikki has in store for us.
"About time!" she says looking at her watch when we get there. I look around and smile. "Sorry guys" I say. Nikki smiles. "Come sit next to me Tor" she says, patting the table. Dean takes Destiny from me and I go to Nikki. "What's this about?" I ask as I slide onto the table. She looks at me and stands up. "Ok" she says. "So, everyone, I've called you guys here for a reason. As you know, Tor and I went out after the taping on Tuesday night. Well, something happened while we were out. Torrie, I'm sorry, I know you didn't want a fuss made, but there is no way I'm gonna let this lie. Guys, Torrie is considering faking an injury and quitting on us." "Over my dead body" two voices say together. I look up, knowing one of them was Dean. The other was Hunter. I shake my head. "Nicole, please?" I ask quietly. "No Torrie" Cena says softly. "Whatever happened has obviously affected you, and has affected Nicole enough for her to do this. Let her continue." "She doesn't need to" I say standing up. "Looking around, I can see that the only people involved in Nikki's little intervention here are couples. And I know why." "Spill then doll" Dean says, staring at me. I shake my head, knowing this is going to hit him, and me, hard. I look around. Hunter and Stephanie. Nikki and John. Brie and Bryan. Layla and Randy. Trinity and Jon. Dean and I. Natalya and TJ. Curtis and Summer (I know, it threw me too, I'll get to the bottom of that one later). Finally, Seth and Tracey. Wow, that one stung, I don't know why. Roman is nuzzling noses with Destiny. I guess if he's here this is going to include him too. "Renee" I say simply. "We had words..." "Understatement of the century goes to Torrie Good" Nikki growls. "Look, guys, gals, to cut a long story short, she told Torrie that she shouldn't trust her around Ambrose. Because she wouldn't trust herself if she was in Torrie's position. Girls, think of how you'd feel if it was your man she was talking about. You'd be faking injury to keep her away from him too. Hunter, Steph, what I'm basically saying is, we need to lose Renee, or we're gonna lose Torrie. And we don't want that." Stephanie nods. "Don't just nod dammit!" Nikki yells. "No man is safe here, and these men are ours, they're taken, not that it matters. Sorry Ambrose, but you had a wedding ring on when she had you last, nothing is sacred here. I can't do this anymore." Stephanie stares at her. "Nicole" she says sternly. "I understand your concern. Torrie is your friend, she's..." "She's a friend to all of us" Layla pipes up. "And I'm sorry, but if what they've said is true, I can't work with Renee. Not after threats like that to my best friend. If I have to do an interview, I want Tom." To my surprise, everyone nods. "Is this unanimous?" Hunter asks, looking around. "None of you girls will work with her?" I nod warily, watching as Brie, Nikki, Layla, Summer, Natalya and Trinity do the same. "Me too" Dean says. Hunter looks at him quickly. "I'm not doing anything that will make my wife question me" Dean explains. "If that means staying away from her, or never doing another interview with her, then so be it. I'm not losing my life again over her." One by one the guys stand up. "Me either" Jon says, looking at Trinity. TJ, Bryan, John and Curtis all agree. Hunter looks at Stephanie and she nods. "We'll get back to you guys later" she says standing up. "Go get ready for the show." She heads off to her office, followed by Hunter.
"And you were gonna tell me this when?" Dean growls in my ear. I sigh and shake my head. "I wasn't" I admit, looking up at him. "I was..." "Faking an injury Tor?" Roman asks walking up to us. "Baby girl, you can tell us anything, you know that? This is one thing you shouldn't have kept to yourself." I nod. "I know" I say quietly. "But you know now, so can we just leave it? I'm not faking an injury, I promise you I'm gonna continue with this. Now can we just leave it and go get ready?" Dean nods and pulls me close to him. "I love you toots" he whispers, dipping his head to kiss me. "I love you more Ambrose" I whisper back.