A/N: I've got good news and I've got bad news...

The good news is not only do you have another chapter to read, but you also have another being written as we speak.

The bad news... I go back to work tomorrow and my schedule these days means I only have Friday evening's, Saturday afternoon's and Sunday as free time, and sometimes I'm just too tired to sit and write, especially in this blistering heat.

Alanna sat watching the video in her history lesson, she was glad they weren't doing any work that day, as she was able to zone out and relax. Her week had hardly improved and where previously she had been avoiding the girls because she didn't want to associate herself with them anymore, now she was trying her hardest to avoid them so they wouldn't beat her up again.

She wished she could go back to that day and defend herself. See the attack coming and make sure she was able to block a few of the blows a little better. She was the daughter of two wrestlers after all, shouldn't she have a certain amount of physical prowess in her blood. Her father was a third generation wrestler and John was the strongest guy she knew, she should be able to hold off a couple of girls.

Mike nudged her arm after a moment and she came out of the same thoughts that had hounded her for the last four days, he silently asked her if she was okay and she nodded her acknowledgement trying to hide the tears that were welling up in her eyes. She didn't want to break down in the class, that would only bring a sense of satisfaction to the girls.

"Okay," the teacher said as she paused the video. "In your pairs, I want you to open the envelope you have in front of you and take out the cards."

As she spoke the students, begrudgingly followed her instructions. In pairs, they were to pair up the war and the statement card, ensuring they had them in the order the wars took place.

Mike and Alanna spent five minutes going through the cards and lined them up according to date. They were going through the statement cards concerning each of the wars trying to figure out which one related to which.

"Are you okay?" Mike asked. "I know I keep asking but you don't sound convincing when you answer."

"I like that it was the video today, it gave me a chance to not worry that they'll mess around and try to do something as we work, but instead I just keep thinking about it.," she slumped her shoulders slightly as she placed a statement card by the Korean War. "I wish I had dad's strength and skill."

She shook it off, not wanting to discuss it anymore and they returned to their work. She liked Mike so much for not discussing it when she didn't want to. So many people would continue pressing the matter and make her uncomfortable.

After their ten minutes ended, the teacher went through the answers and both Mike and Alanna were surprised at a few of the answers. When they considered it later, it was clear they were put in to kick-start their thoughts for the project they had to individually work on over the summer.

"So are you going to get started on the history project before the break or actually work on it over the summer?" Alanna asked as they walked out to the courtyard with their lunch.

"I'll take a look before the end of school. I want to keep summer free as much as possible. I'll probably have tennis over the summer anyway," Mike explained with a shrug. "You?"

"Not sure, Dad doesn't mind me doing homework, obviously, he's my dad, but we were probably some trips to St Louis to see my mom and the rest of the family. We've also got the house to decorate up there," she explained.

"Tell me to mind my own business, but is your dad Randy Orton?" Mike asked. "The wrestler."

"Yeah. He moved here when I was a kid," she said with a small smile. She didn't want to go into too much detail considering Brad's attitude toward her dad's sexuality.

"I would love to have a wrestler as a dad, let alone two," Mike said. "Unless, do you consider John your dad as well?"

"Umm, yeah, I do," she said shocked at his knowledge of her dad. "Did you watch them wrestle when you were a kid?"

"A little bit, I'm not an avid follower but I knew enough about it to follow the storylines," Mike said to her chuckling.

"More than a little," Alanna said bemused. "If you know about dad and John."

"Umm, yeah, well, my older brother kind of, well he's gay," Mike said quietly. "Not many people outside of the family know yet. But it was your dad, or dads I should say, that were his inspiration."

"Really?" she asked smiling, proud of her dads for being role models.

"Yeah, he told us, if John Cena and Randy Orton can come out as a couple, then so could he," Mike said smiling as brightly as Alanna. "We were gutted for him though, a few weeks later, his boyfriend who came out at the same time broke up with him. Apparently his new found confidence meant he wanted a different guy."

"Wow, to go through something like that and then have your boyfriend break up with you," Alanna said sadly. "My dads were lucky. They went through that and it brought them closer together. My dad had a rough time with his dad, and my mom."

"Were they still together when it happened?"

"Sort of; I think they came to the realisation when dad was still married but nothing happened when he was still married. Depending on who you ask."

"Mom says it was an affair, and I believed her, but coming to live here with dad, both he and John defended themselves so much I can't believe they're lying," she explained.

Mike was the first person she was openly talking to about her dad's relationship. When Brad was trying to get information, she knew it was just because he wanted to have some dirt on them. Now she could talk it through with a friend who she felt would tell her the truth, even if she didn't want to hear it.

"How did your parents take it when your brother came out?"

"Mom thought she'd done something wrong when she was bringing him up. Concerned I was going to follow suit," he said laughing. "Nothing against gay people, but I'm pretty damn sure I like women."

Alanna laughed along with Mike as they discussed some of the fallout from family turning out to be gay. Mike was a lot older when it happened so he was able to understand what was going on. Alanna had to try and comprehend at a young agge which made things more difficult as her friends minds were just as underdeveloped. She admitted to Mike that she thinks that may be why she had a hard time with it as the years went by.

"They even took a break at one point when I was young. I think it helped them in a while. Both would have done anything for me, still would to this day but, well, when you love someone that much how can you stay away from them," Alanna said hanging her head in shame. "I have to admit I caused them to take a break earlier this year. They said it was communication issues surrounding them, but they lived so happily for such a long time, then I arrived and things started getting... tricky."

"Maybe you were the catalyst for underlying problems," Mike said tentatively. "But you should give yourself a break. You moved halfway across the country and then started a new high school. Most of us have known each other through junior high, you didn't have that comfort blanket. Do you still see your friends from St Louis?"

"I saw a few at Christmas, I get to talk on Face Time with them, but we all got busy," she said shrugging.

"I guess you grow apart when you live different lives."

The bell rang signalling the end of lunch and Mike walked Alanna to her homeroom before heading to his own. Alanna sat through the twenty-minute update from her tutor before heading for the exit and going to her next class.

As she neared the science labs, Brianna stepped in front of her, stopping Alanna in her tracks with a look of menace on her face.

"Finally caught you without your new boyfriend," Brianna chuckled. "Can I have a word?"

"I have to get to class," Alanna said pushing passed her. Before she could take two steps, Brianna grabbed her shoulder and threw her against the wall. Alanna looked around and found she was alone; no wonder Brianna was getting physical again.

"Aw what's the matter, looking to see if Mike's going to save you? Or maybe daddy might turn up and protect his precious little girl," Brianna taunted shoving Alanna back, making sure her head hit the wall again.

"Weak..." Slap.

"...pathetic..." Shove.

"...Miss goody two shoes..." Slap.

"...little girl."

Brianna went to slap her again when Alanna snapped and grabbed her wrist pushing her back from where she was trapped in the corridor.

"Leave me alone," Alanna called, holding tight to the emotions, Brianna considered weak. "I am sick of you and the others thinking you can control me."

She shoved Brianna again making her slip back and hit the opposite wall. Brianna started laughing as she stood straight, trying to tower over Alanna.

"You got a pretty little split lip, looks so good with that piercing," Brianna laughed. "I bet daddy's still mad that you used his credit card to pay for it."

"You don't know the first thing about my family," Alanna snapped back at her.

"You mean your daddy, the one who likes to play house maid to another man," Brianna taunted her more. "So proud of you when you turned up at home with all these bruises."

Alanna's fist flew out before she knew what she was doing, and Brianna fell to the floor holding her face, looking up at Alanna in shock. Alanna stood there smiling at the face on Brianna.

"Now who's-"

"Alanna."

She turned her head and saw her sports teacher rushing down the corridor before kneeling by Brianna and helping her up.

"Sir, she just hit me, we were talking and..."

"Okay, okay, you both need to come with me," she said leading them down the corridor to the offices. "You need to see the first aider."

John opened the door from the garage, holding it open for Randy and the bags of groceries he was carrying as John brought in their gym bags.

He threw the bags into the laundry room to put on tomorrow and returned t0 the kitchen to help Randy unpack the food and drink. Randy was taking his time going through the bags and unpacking and John wished he could set a fire under his ass to get him moving. Randy had become meticulous with the food, making sure everything was in the right place and planning out their meals for the week.

That little tidbit made him laugh as Randy had previously cooked on a whim, now they had Alanna with them he planned every meal to make sure she had all the nutrition she required as a growing teenager. He loved how their lives had changed yet again.

"When did we become an old married couple who don't have sex anymore but go grocery shopping instead?"

Randy looked over his shoulder at John with a bemused look on his face, "No darling, you don't look fat in that."

"What?" John asked puzzled; though he still looked down to check his waistline out.

"Well I figured if you're going to start acting like a woman then I might as well answer the real question on your mind," he said shaking his head at John.

"I'm not a woman."

Randy laughed at him, but grabbed him up in his arms and kissed him hard and quick before grabbing his cock through his Cargo shorts, "Definitely not a woman."

Randy let him go and stepped back to put the grocery bags away, but John held onto him and pulled him back in to a hot steaming kiss, smashing their lips together and forcing his tongue into Randy's mouth.

"Mm darling, someone needs some loving," Randy said pushing John against the kitchen unit. He grabbed his legs, lifted him onto the worktop, and took control of the kiss.

"It's been..." John said when getting air. "...too long."

"Far too long."

Randy pulled John's top up and over his head bearing his chest for his viewing pleasure as his hands travelled down to his pants. As soon as he undid John's pants, his hand pushed in and grabbed John's hardening cock.

"God, I've missed this guy," Randy said kissing John hard again, his tongue returning to its duel with John's.

"Oh honey," John cried breaking off momentarily, but he loved Randy's kisses too much to stop. "Upstairs."

Randy wrapped John's legs around his waist and grabbed his butt, lifting him from the worktop and carrying him through the entryway to the stairs. John adjusted his position in Randy's hold so he could attack Randy's clothing and help him lose the skintight muscle shirt Randy wore.

When they reached the bedroom, Randy threw John onto the bed and pulled his shoes and socks off before divulging John of his shorts leaving him bare.

"Damn darling, this has been missed," he said grabbing his hand and pulling him up and slamming their lips together again.

"No... fair... need you... naked," John said between kisses, sliding his hands into Randy's pants. "Want to... feel you... against me."

Randy kicked his shoes off and John pushed his pants down for Randy to step out of, grizzling when he had to get rid of boxers as well, "Too many layers."

Randy didn't say anything in response; instead, as soon as his clothes were gone, he pushed John down to the mattress, moved over him so their bodies were skin to skin. He hooked a leg around his waist as he held himself up to look John in the eye as he gave what he needed.

"You need this?" Randy said grinding down onto John.

John wrapped an arm around Randy and held onto his bicep, anchoring himself as Randy continued grinding against him repeatedly, their cocks hard between them, rubbing against one another causing friction for them both.

Randy capturing John's lips every time he thrust against him.

John's breathing hitching with every thrust.

His hands travelling the length of Randy's arms.

Gripping his defined biceps.

Circling around to his back and up to his shoulders.

His fingertips digging in.

Randy's thrusts becoming harder and quicker.

"Randy..." John breathed into his ear.

"John... going to..."

"Please."

"Oh god."

Randy grabbed John's butt, bringing closer so there wasn't a slither of air between them.

Their bodies slick with sweat as they reached the precipice.

"Ran. Please. Need to... FUCK," John cried as he released his load between their bodies

"Yes darling. Fuck yes. JOHN DARLING."

Randy sank limp and exhausted against John as the phone's ring tone shrieked through the peaceful space. Randy scrambled off John, reached over to his nightstand still short of breath, and grabbed the phone.

"Hello," he said, trying not to make it obvious he was panting from lack of oxygen, distracted when he felt John placing kisses along his spine. "This is he. What's the matter? Is she okay?"

John's kissing stopped as he sat up concerned over what Randy was hearing.

"I'll be there shortly," he said. "Can I speak with her please? What do you mean no?"

"Ran, what's going on honey?"

"We'll be there shortly. I don't expect you to do anything until we get there," Randy instructed before putting the phone down and jumping up from the bed and heading into the en suite.

"Ran what's going on?" John followed him in concerned.

"Al's been in a fight at school and was taken to the principal's office," he said stepping into the shower leaving the door open to talk with John.

"The same girls?" John asked joining Randy in the shower.

"I don't know, but she better not be hurt again otherwise I'll be causing trouble of my own down there," Randy said getting het up.

"Honey, stay calm, you won't make anything better if you go in with a hot head," John said turning Randy around to face. "Okay?"

"Okay," Randy said taking a deep breath and leaning his head against John's.

"Good, now come on I'll drive us down there," John said pulling him from the shower so they could towel off and dress.

Randy stormed ahead of John, racing toward the school office. John jogged a few steps to catch up and calm Randy down. The last thing they needed to do was have Randy burst in and start shouting allegations before they knew what had happened.

He laid a hand on him just as they were reaching the office and Randy caught his eyes briefly but it was enough to get an acknowledgement and a deep breath.

They walked in together, a calm and collected pair. Randy looked around and saw Alanna sat on one of the seats outside of the principal's office. As John went up to the front desk to let them know they had been called in, Randy went straight to Alanna and sat down next to her.

"Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," she said with a shrug.

"What happened?" John asked as he reached them and took a seat on the other side of Randy.

"Brianna tried to start something. Slapped me a few times," she said shrugging. "I guess I lost it. I punched her but the teacher saw me hit her and Brianna fell to the floor holding her face."

"Did you tell the teacher you were defending yourself?"

"Brianna got there first and said I just hit her for no reason."

"Have they listened to what you have to say?" John asked shaking his head at the stupidity of the situation.

Before Alanna could answer, the principal's office door opened and she stepped out, her eyes automatically going to Randy and drinking in the sight of him. Randy took another steadying breath, praying she didn't start flirting again; he wasn't in the mood.

"Mr Orton, it's so lovely to see you, if only it were under better circumstances," she said holding her hand out to him.

He played nice and shook her hand before indicating John, "My partner, John Cena."

"Why don't you come in Mr Orton," she said stepping aside so he could enter her office.

Randy signalled for John to go in first wanting to make sure he had support in the room, he was liable to blow a fuse with this woman, especially if she kept up the flirting from his last visit.

"Um, Mr Cena, while I appreciate you are here to support Alanna and her father, I'm afraid-"

"Mrs Taub, he has every right to be in this meeting as I do. John," Randy said nodding to the door. "Al, we'll be back out shortly."

John and Randy took a seat in front of her desk and John's hand immediately went to Randy's thigh as it started bouncing up and down on the spot. Randy placed his own hand over John's and squeezed it, silently thanking him for the support.

"How have you been Mr Orton?"

"Fine, can we get on with this please," Randy said patiently. "I'd like to know exactly what your understanding of the incident is."

"Our Sports teacher caught Alanna hitting Brianna Fishman. Brianna said they were talking when Alanna hit her."

"I take it you've spoken with Alanna to hear her side of what happened?" Randy asked. "I've just spoken with her and she assures me it was self-defence."

"Mr Orton, I appreciate you supporting your daughter, and believing what she has told you. I find it so frequently the case that the aggressive student will always try to say they were defending themselves, however it is rarely the truth."

"Let me ask you a question, when you went through my daughter's transcripts from her previous school, were there any times she was involved in incidents like this? No. And there have been no occasions in the time she has been with this establishment of any such incidents occurring," Randy said impressed with how he was remaining calm.

"Mr Orton, while I admit what you say is true, it does not mean your daughter is not capable of such behaviour, merely that she has not yet been caught," Mrs Taub said firmly believing her words.

"Not yet been-"

"And as such," she interrupted. "I have no option but to suspend Alanna for one week."

"Suspend her?!" Randy clarified. "This is the first time she has ever been in trouble since she got to the school."

"Miss Fishman has been sent home this afternoon where Alanna has attacked her. The poor girl's nose was bleeding when she got to the office and we were only just able to stop it," Mrs Taub defended her decision.

"You are kidding me?" John yelled out of nowhere. "Our daughter arrived home in floods of tears at the beginning of the week because Brianna and two of her friends beat her up. Alanna had a split lip, scratches and bruises to her arms and legs, not to mention a huge bruise to her mid section which we were both concerned may have caused some internal bleeding."

"No such incident-"

"The only reason we didn't take her to the hospital was because she said it wasn't causing her any significant amount of pain. As for 'no such incident' being reported to you, we were protecting Alanna, at her pleading, from further bullying at school from the girls that did this."

"Mr Cena, if this did happen off grounds."

"It was on campus, Alanna said it took place in the girls bathroom," Randy said with a smug look on his face.

"As I say no such incident has been reported, and there is no witness to these alleged events, only Alanna's word," Mrs Taub said.

"Have you even looked at my daughter to see the evidence? Or did you think that we are lousy fathers who did that to her?"

"Regardless of these events, Mr Cena, Mr Orton, I am upholding my decision," Mrs Taub said. "However, if it would please you, I can have a word with the girls who were involved in the alleged attack."

"Don't bother, you clearly seem to be biased to these girls," Randy said calmly, standing up and leaving the room with John. "Come on Al, we're going home."

"John was that you shouting?" she asked as they walked down the corridor toward the exit. "I would have expected dad to be shouting, not you."

"Please don't use me as an example," John said smiling meekly.

As they were walking passed the tennis courts toward the car park, Mike ran to the fence and called her over. Randy and John continued to the car with her bag when she went over to speak to him.

He'd heard about what had happened and had been trying to find an excuse to go up to the office to speak with her.

Alanna relayed her side of the events and he believed what she told him instantly, knowing exactly what Brianna is like. Their conversation was cut short when the sports teacher called him over but he promised to call her over the week and if she wanted, he could take any homework over to her house so she didn't get behind.

Alanna smiled and thanked him, promising to message him after he finished school for the day.

She jogged over to John's truck and climbed in to the passenger seat for the ride home. She could feel the tension in the car and regretted her actions.

"Sorry dad," she said hanging her head.

"Never apologise for defending yourself," John said putting his arm around her.

"How come you're not driving?"

"Ironically, your dad is the calmer of the two of us," John said as timid as he had been before.

"Dad, are you mad at me? You haven't said anything," she asked still concerned. "Look, I promise I won't get into any more fights and I will be on my best behaviour over the rest of the term and throughout summer."

"Al, don't..."

"I promise, but if you aren't happy with my behaviour, then we can move back to St Louis like you planned," she said defeated.

"I am not letting my daughter be run out of town by a couple of immature girls," Randy said starting the car and pulling out of the school grounds.

They'd only gone a few blocks when John broached a subject she hoped they'd ignore.

"So who was that boy you were talking to?"

A/N: Hope you enjoyed :)