Chapter 14

AN: Just a reminder about Jon's fleeting thought of Syd having his child, the man has been in love with her for a year so he's way ahead of her in this relationship. And sorry for the karaoke. Apparently some thought it was 'corny' but every karaoke adventure I've had with my friends has always been corny so whatever. We have another D/s scene with our couple in this one. Nothing too explicit to squick anyone out. Just Jon helping Syd deal with some issues. Onwards.

The group left Vegas feeling refreshed which was perfect timing since the company's European tour was kicking off. Frank dropped the luggage-laden stars at the airport, wishing his family a good flight and safe travels, confirmed the date and time to pick them up in Knoxville and said his goodbyes.

Alanna said goodbye to her father, aunt and uncles before taking Frank's hand and waving at them until they disappeared from sight. Leigh, Gal and Takecia kissed their significant others goodbye before they parted company to await their flights home.

Cena vowed to kiss Nicole's ass the next time he saw her; complaining about the house being loud with sex and vowing not to spend the night ever again. "And here I thought that war cry thing was just for a powerbomb," he shook his head, eyeing the blushing Samoan while his friends chuckled.

"I hope I get that out of my head before we're in the ring together," Randy smirked; taking a sip from his coffee. "It won't be the first time I break character but I'm sure it'll be the worst," he smiled, keeping his eyes on the departure board.

"I heard it all the way upstairs. I was amazed Gal could walk straight this morning," Jon added his piece, holding Syd to his side with one arm and his coffee in his free hand.

"Oh please! All I heard for over an hour was 'take this dick, Kitten', Syd moaning and skin slapping," Colby rolled his eyes, glancing at Randy in concern when he began to cough loudly. "Sorry, Randy," he chuckled.

"It's alright, man, but if those activities continue in the house, I might have to move," the older Orton scratched the back of his neck uncomfortably.

"Better call a realtor, bro," Syd smirked at her brother; wagging her brows. "And how exactly did you hear that over Leigh screaming like a banshee?" Syd turned to Colby on her left, eyes narrowed and a sly smirk when her little brother began to fidget in his seat. "After Leigh got a few drinks into her at the club the other night, she couldn't stop raving over how 'athletic' you are in bed. I think you proved that last night," she mock-wiggled a finger in her ear with a flinch.

"Oh my God, will you stop talking about sex?" Randy huffed out.

"Wrist giving you trouble again, bro?" Syd smoothly shifted her attention to her brother; jerking her wrist in a very provocative manner. "Couldn't finish yourself off?" she blinked her eyes innocently while Randy spit his coffee out; almost choking on it.

"Syd, no," he shook his head; a warning in his eyes.

The group chuckled as quietly as they could while they watched the twins; Randy glaring at his sister while she glanced nonchalantly around the room, tapping her nails on the armrests for a few minutes. Her friends watched her fidget, bite her lip, and bounce her leg; everything she could to behave. It didn't work.

"No wonder you're so fucking cranky. You're all pent up and need to jerk one out," she mumbled under her breath but loud enough for everyone to hear.

"Syd!"

"What?"

"Stop picking on your brother, Kitten," Jon chuckled; holding her tighter while the others continued to laugh in varying degrees. "I don't think he's used to being the butt of jokes and I've never seen him that color before. I don't think it's healthy, my Queen," he kissed the side of her head, chuckling at Randy's bouncing leg.

"How do you not get laid in Vegas?" Syd cocked her head at her brother. "I know for a fact there are private rooms at strip clubs where you can at least get some decent oral," she shook her head, crossing her arms over her chest.

"How do you know that?" Jon glanced down at her with an arched brow.

"Okay, I know they have them at the male strip clubs so I'm sure they have them at the female clubs. What?" she shrugged her shoulders. "Sometimes a vibrator just doesn't cut it and you need a man's tongue…" she trailed off when Jon clamped a hand over her mouth.

Colby started humming in different octaves and he and Syd broke down laughing. Randy and Jon both shifted uncomfortably in their seats while the rest of their friends tried to contain their giggles.

"I could stand to hear a little more," Cena raised his hand with a grin.

"Shut up!" Jon and Randy shouted in sync.

May 19th, 2014

Monday Night Raw

London, England

O2 Arena

Syd rolled her eyes at her brother when Triple H; the guest ring announcer, announced him as the guest timekeeper during Seth and Batista's match. All non-official personnel were supposed to be banned from ringside until the COO pulled this trick out of his bag. For Syd, it irritated her more because she still could not stand Dave getting his hands on any of her charges.

Her friend gave her a nod and she moved forward, handing him a mic while he stood on the ring steps. She had to bite her lips to keep from laughing when Seth introduced special guest commentators, Roman Reigns and Dean Ambrose, much to the chagrin of Evolution. Dean stood beside her chair; his hand resting on the back of her neck, giving his color commentary with a word here and there from Roman but both men saw Syd abandon her chair and scamper to check on Seth when he took a hard bump.

After a point she didn't return at all; instead crouching along the barricades to get to his side when needed. He gave a few pinky taps to let her know he was okay but was too slow to respond a few times and she was there in an instant. "You're going to make me gray before my time, Pup," she whispered in his ear while he recovered face down next to the barricade.

"Don't say that, mama. I love your hair," he groaned.

"He slipped in an AOP, didn't he? That's why I felt that kick you laid on him in my bones; you were putting him on notice," she felt the knot on the side of his head and added another mark to the mental list she kept. "That motherfucker will pay for this," she growled low in her throat.

"It's okay, Syd. I can handle his shit," he said behind the curtain of his hair, squeezing her hand before he retook the ring.

The match broke down when Trips interfered and Seth was declared the winner by DQ. Of course, that didn't end things and the four men on the outside began to unleash hell on each other. Syd stood next to a camera man watching Dean beat down Trips before Randy threw him over the announcers' table. Roman moved in and threw punches at the Viper before bouncing his face off the table. Randy scrambled back, picked up a chair, and drove it into Roman's gut before hitting him over the back.

He rooted around between the table and timekeeper area before Dean ran the length of the tables and dove into him. He barely had time to be proud of his feat before Trips flipped him over on to the floor. In the ring, Dave had laid Seth out with a spear and was amping himself up for a Batista Bomb while Trips was setting Dean up for a Pedigree. Dean managed to flip Trips over his back on to the table before he rushed to help Seth. Dave spotted him and knocked him off the apron and turned into a spear from Roman.

The Powerhouse of the Shield went to pick Seth up while Dean rushed the ring. The three men were strutting their victory before they zeroed their attention on the downed Dave. Roman did his war cry while Dean and Seth moved to pick up Dave for their patented Triple Powerbomb until Trips got up on the apron. Dean ran and jumped feet first, planting both high on his chest and sent him to the floor. Dave escaped the ring while they were distracted but the Hounds stood tall; Dean talked shit, Roman flexed and Seth fell face down on the mat.

"Come on, Pup," Syd slid in next to him, taking his arm while he rolled over. She looked into his shining brown orbs before nodding at his boys. "Help him out of the ring," she rolled under the ropes, waiting for them to join her and glared up the ramp.

"You okay, baby girl?" Joe asked the unusually quiet woman.

"I'm fine, big man. I need to check your stitches when you get out of the shower," she frowned; hating to see the black eye and nine stitches marring his handsome face; all courtesy of her brother during their street fight in Glasgow.

Jon kept a close eye on Syd while she treated Colby's sore body and cleaned Joe's stitches up once they returned to their suites. She was exceptionally quiet and yet seemed on edge. He could read her body language so well; he could almost see the tendrils of tension running through it.

"Keep your hair away from your stitches, big man. You heal exceptionally fast but these are looking a little irritated," she sighed, shaking her head with a frown.

"I'm okay, Mama Bear," he gave her a half grin and squeezed her hand when she sighed again. "It was an accident, Syd," he added; knowing she tore into her brother after that match.

"I know; I was there, I just hate seeing any of you hurt and being your doctor really fucking sucks when you're emotionally invested in your patients. This is the second time I've put your eyelid back together, Joe, and it isn't getting any easier," she palmed his cheek before rising to glance at Colby holding an ice pack to his head. "I love you guys and I feel your pain as if it was my own, and what do I do? I patch you up to go back for more. I don't think I can take much more of this shit," she mumbled softly.

"Syd, what are you saying?" Colby asked with wide eyes, moving to sit up in his bed.

"Shh, nothing, Pup," she settled him down with gentle hands to his shoulders. "Go to sleep and I'll see you in the morning," she kissed his forehead; forcing a smile before she left their suite.

"Jon, what the fuck was that?" Colby asked with a panicked expression. "She's not going to leave us, is she?"

"She's not leaving us, Colbs. She's just getting overwhelmed," Joe calmed down his little brother before glancing up at the near-hyperventilating Jon. "Hey, Uce, calm down," he rose from his bed and placed a hand on his brother's shoulder. "She's not leaving us. She's just feeling everything a little harder than usual. Now go to your woman and take care of her," he ushered him towards the door, waiting until he entered his room next door before closing his and turning back to his worried little brother. "It'll be okay, Colbs. She won't leave us. He won't let her," he smiled at him, lying back down in his bed before worry filled his expression.

When Jon entered their private suite, he found the sitting room empty and turned his attention to the soft light coming from their bedroom. It felt like there was a fist around his heart while he crossed the distance to the door. The thought of her not taking care of them on the road; he shook his head, trying to expel it from his mind. There was no way he could handle the road without her. He did for years and didn't know how lonely and miserable he was until he met her when he was called up. 'No; there's no way…" his thought process vanished from his functioning brain when he opened the door.

There was his Sydney; naked and kneeling on the floor; head down with her wrists resting on her ass.

"Kitten?" he whispered gruffly; trying to contain his excitement because he knew his girl was upset. "What is this about, baby?" he asked; kneeling down in front of her, placing his hands on her bare shoulders.

"I'm feeling…lost…out of control. I need you to get me back…ground me," she said in a soft tone.

Jon remained silent for a moment before nodding his head. He stood; moving to his carry-on and pulled a long, slender jewelry box from the side pocket before sitting on the edge of the bed. "Come here, Pet, and stand before me," he watched her carefully as she obeyed his command. "Put your left foot here on my knee," he patted his denim-clad thigh; his eyes zeroing in on her bare pussy once she lifted her leg. "I told you there is nothing I'd love more than to collar you but I wanted something unique just like you," he opened the black velvet box, showing her the platinum snake chain anklet that lay within. The clasp was a platinum heart-shaped padlock with an inlaid heart-shaped sapphire. "After we had our last scene, I got in touch with a jeweler and described what I had in mind for you. He really did it justice," he rasped softly, glancing up into her obsidian eyes that were transfixed on the anklet.

"It's beautiful," she traced her fingertips over it once he removed it from the box and held it across his fingers.

"This marks you as mine to care for, take responsibility of and protect from others and yourself. We will continue at your pace; this will never cross over into our lives outside of our room unless you break one of my rules to the point I fear you'll get into trouble. We both know you have a temper, Pet. It is why we're here now, isn't it?" he cocked his head at her, taking in her shaky nod with a small smirk. "My rules are simple, baby. I want you to feel. I don't want you to hide from your feelings but I don't want you to lose control of the negative ones. I want you to believe in your trust in me that I only want what's best for you and give me control of that aspect of your life. Will you do that, Kitten?"

"Yes, Jon," she nodded; keeping her eyes focused just below his chin.

"We're starting off very basic and very focused here, baby; your struggle with emotions. We can discuss any additional rules or expectations later. So, I have one more thing to ask but I need you to look at me, Syd," he waited until she locked her eyes on his before he held out her anklet. "Do you accept my collar, Pet?"

"Yes, Jon," she gasped in a breath, holding it while he fastened it around her ankle. The air rushed out of her lungs when his hands slid up her calf.

"So do you feel like you need discipline or punishment for these things you're feeling, Pet?" Jon asked as he pointed to the floor and watched her kneel once again without a second thought.

"What's the difference?"

The look of innocent curiosity on her face made him softly smile. How he loved this woman! They had done some of the most adventurous, crazy things together but now that her heart was open, almost everything with her felt new. While he loved their wild antics, he quite frankly loved exploring their new relationship now that she gave him her all.

"Discipline is training that corrects you. It molds, empowers and enhances you for the better. Punishment comes when there are consequences for displeasing me by breaking a rule or misbehaving. You will not enjoy punishment, Kitten, but then one isn't meant to, are they?" he cupped her chin, taking in the slight shake of her head. "But after either of them, I will hold you and take care of you; all will be forgiven because that is my responsibility as your lover, guardian and Dom. You're my Kitten and I love you," he leaned forward to place a soft kiss on her lips. "You scared the three of us in there, Syd. None of us want you to leave us alone on the job. You're the only one who gives a shit about us; our wellbeing, and we can't lose that. This company doesn't give a fuck about anything but money and we're living our dream at a price. You're the only thing keeping us physically together. Don't ever talk about leaving us, Syd. I know Colby was on his way to a panic attack in there when you left," he gave her a half-hearted crooked smile, taking a moment to dry the tears that began to trickle down her cheeks.

"I didn't mean to worry you. I didn't mean to scare Colby like that. Don't let me hurt the people I love, Jon," she whispered brokenly.

"I won't, baby," he smoothed her hair back over her shoulders. "Now over my knee, Precious," he patted his thigh, helping her settle over his legs and smoothed a palm over her firm buttocks. "We didn't discuss our expectations before you asked for this scene so we'll stick with a little discipline, Pet," he felt her release a sigh of relief after his hand smacked her right cheek.

By the time he was done, his hand was stinging, her ass was bright red and she had silently cried out her inner turmoil; almost completely limp across his lap. He gently scooped her body up, cradling her to his chest and moved to place her in the center of their bed. His eyes remained riveted to her nude form while he quickly shed his clothing and climbed in beside her. A serene smile crossed his face when she rolled over and sprawled out across his chest; snuggling her face into his shoulder.

"Thank you, my Prince, I love you," she mumbled lazily, placing a kiss on his neck.

"You're welcome, my Queen, and I love you too. Sleep now, baby," he ran his hand under her hair, resting it on her nape and only fell into sleep once she drifted off.

May 27th, 2014

Raw had been in Knoxville, TN and the Smackdown taping was in Atlanta, GA. They had a contract signing for their No Holds Barred Elimination Match on Monday. It ended in Evolution getting one over on The Shield and a very close call when Syd rose to her feet, glaring daggers at Dave when he could barely hold Roman up to perform the Triple Powerbomb. Only Roman's body separated her from Evolution, and the 'unconscious' superstar was forced to wrap his big hand around her ankle to keep her in line.

"You need to get your ass in the gym, old man. Maybe if you took the job seriously and didn't use it to pimp your new movie, you wouldn't have almost dropped my boy out there," she yelled over her shoulder while Jon tugged her down the hall.

"Is he your boy too, Sy…" Dave didn't even get the first syllable of her name out before a right cross snapped his head to the side.

"Pathetic piece of shit part-timer," Syd growled out through clenched teeth, right up in his face. "Say another word about me doing all three of them, I fucking dare you," she glared between his eyes; fists clenched tight at her sides. "All of it is a bullshit smokescreen to hide the fact that you suck shit, Dave. You're old, slow and a danger to everyone in the ring with you. The worst part of it is you know it and you're bitter about it," she jerked away from the hands that tried to rein her in; finally losing the battle when Paul himself picked her up and started walking towards her charges. "You AOP one of my guys again, I'll kick your fucking head off," she snapped lowly.

"Jesus Christ, Syd," Paul chuckled, handing her over to Joe, who tossed her over his shoulder. "Get her out of here before she kills him," he told the big man before he stopped Jon with a hand on his arm. "Did he AOP you?" he asked once Joe had taken Syd down the hall.

"Do you doubt her just because she hates the man?" Jon arched a brow at his boss.

"No," Paul sighed; rubbing his forehead. "You know Syd and Dave used to be good friends once upon a time. What she hates are part-timers; she always has but it got infinitely worse after she took Phil on as a patient. At times I wondered if she was overreacting because of his influence on her but I know it's not true in this case. Randy and I asked him out there if he could handle Joe's weight," he grumbled with a shake of his head.

"When has she ever let anyone influence her?"

"Never; until you," Paul answered truthfully.

"And if I was looking to start shit, I would have come up to you and told you he AOP'd me, or Colby would have last Monday," Jon cocked his head when Paul looked at him questioningly. "She looks after her patients, Paul; like Vince hired her to, it just so happens she gets pissed and has the ability to kick almost everyone's ass in this company. By the way, Phil isn't as evil as everyone seemed to think around here. You just had to know how to handle him; just like Randy and his volatile sister," he grinned; walking backwards down the hall. "She never had a problem controlling Phil. Too bad Vince didn't put her in charge of him; he'd still be here," he shrugged, leaving with a smirk on his face.

On Tuesday in Atlanta, the boys had a segment to do in the ring for their PPV match on Sunday, and then they were free to leave the arena. It took a little coaxing on Syd's part but she managed to get Joe and Colby to agree to accompany her and Jon to Chicago early. They both argued that they needed to go home to spend their birthdays with their families but Syd just shook her head no and said she had it all taken care of. When they stepped foot off of her plane, the two men found their girls waiting for them by the limo.

"Joint birthday party, bitches," Syd smiled at them both, crouching down beside the embracing Joe and Gal. "All aboard, munchkin," she laughed when JoJo jumped on and gave her a piggyback ride to the car.

"Uh, can you guys stop making out long enough to get to the hotel or do we need to send the car back for you?" Phil asked, sticking his head out of the sunroof; April appearing an instant later.

"Hey stranger," Colby shook hands with Phil once he and Leigh had slid onto the seat across from him, April, Jon, Syd and JoJo.

"What's up, rook?" he exchanged handshakes with both men before draping that arm across Syd's shoulders, accidentally brushing the side of Jon's face in the process. "Back off, loverboy. You get her alone in your suite later," Phil flicked Jon's ear before tucking his sister into his side.

"Stop hitting on me, Phil. April is right there," Jon snorted; quickly turning his head to bite the finger that was about to flick him again.

"If you two want to be alone, April and I can move out of the way," Syd glanced between them with a raised brow.

"Ease up, Kitten. Those knuckles are still tender so no throwing punches," Jon kissed the side of her head while Phil snatched her right hand up.

"Who did you hit, Highness?" he asked while inspecting the damage.

"Dave," she mumbled against the top of JoJo's head.

"Oh my God, you didn't," April leaned forward to look at Syd with shock on her face.

"She totally did; it was f-fricking epic!" Colby corrected himself quickly, laughing while Syd glanced up at the sky and shook her head.

"I want to hear everything!" Phil managed to get out in between bouts of laughter.

A/N part deux: AOP; for the uninformed, means Accidentally on Purpose. If you've ever seen Randy Orton's boxed DVD set, he speaks about that happening in the ring at times. Next up is Payback.