PARTNER
By: Kat

Disclaimer: I own no one. If I did own John Cena, I'd sell him to someone dirt cheap.

Authors Note: Inspired by RAW the past couple of weeks. I have a great dislike for "The Doctor of Thuganomics", "The Marine", "The Champ", or whatever he calls himself. I call him, "Randy's Boyfriend". The whole purpose of this story is to Superkick the John Cena muse out of my head. ENJOY!

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John Cena walked up the ramp to get back to the locker room. He held his prized WWE Championship and his now equally prized Tag Team Championship. He smiled bitterly at the thought of being tag team champion with Shawn Michaels. John was excited as hell although it was obvious Shawn didn't feel the same way. A lot of the guys in the locker room would cut off a limb to be tag champs with someone like Shawn. For John this had more meaning that anyone including Shawn could know. He saw him run right past him back to the locker room. Not so much as a "congratulations" or a "good job".

John was dragging his heels back to the locker room. He stopped to talk to a few of people along the way including Carlito and Maria who all congratulated him and asked him where his "partner" was at. It was at least a half hour before he actually made it to the locker room. Well, the locker room for everyone else on the roster. He was one of the few who had a private dressing room.

Shawn was there sitting on a bench with his head in his hands. He'd already showered and dressed in jeans and a dress shirt. When he noticed a presence he looked up at John with tired eyes. "Yeah?"

"Oh so you do know I exist. I was beginning to think that you thought you won that belt all by yourself." John pointed to the belt laying on the floor plate down. "Gee and my tag partner is em-"

"I don't know if you heard me last week..." Shawn shot up from the bench and got right up in John's face. "But I go out there with ONE partner and only ONE partner. Triple H."

"Which is why if I'd turned around one second later than what I did I would've ended up with my teeth knocked down my throat right?" He wasn't about to be intimidated. "All you care about is this." He held up his WWE Championship. "You want to go to Wrestlemania and win it!"

"That's right." Shawn sat back down on the bench. "If you'll excuse me. I'm goin' back to my hotel."

"You don't wanna celebrate at all?"

"What's there to celebrate?" Shawn started packing his things in his duffle bag.

John picked up Shawn's belt and held it in front of his face. "This. Listen, I watched you on TV when I was a kid and-"

"It's a dream come true to win the Tag Championship with a LEGEND like me. Yeah yeah yeah..."

John dropped the belt to the floor. "I watched you on TV. I cheered for you! Hell I even had a-" He stopped himself before finished that sentence.

Shawn's eyes went wide. "Oh you've gotta be kidding me."

"What?" He was hoping that he hadn't figure out.

Shawn stood back up and looked right into his eyes. "Ever since I've come back most of you younger guys have said either one or both of these things to me. It was either, "Shawn, I watched you wrestling on TV when I was a kid and it made me wanna become a wrestler... blah blah blah". Or it was, "I've had the hots for you since I was a teenager." Now I'm guessin' you were about to tell me number two."

"Yeah." John blushed and looked away.

"What makes you any different from any of those other guys?"

"I wasn't trying to hit on you!" John shouted.

"Well, in the beginning neither was Edge, Randy, Jeff, Matt, Nitro, Jericho, Christian, or anyone else." Shawn noticed the look John gave him. "Oh you think the whole Rated RKO thing was just about me and Hunter supposedly screwing up their careers? You have no idea how many times I've had to turn down those two."

John figured maybe a COUPLE of other guys had hit on him. But, Shawn acted like half the roster had tried to get into his pants. "I'm sorry okay? I know you're married but Rebecca doesn't-"

"I'll humor you."

John managed to look at Shawn again. "What?"

"Kiss me."

"Really?"

"Yes really. Just one."

John leaned forward and pressed his mouth against Shawn's. It was awkward at first but John soon put his arms around The Heartbreak Kid and pulled him as close as humanly possible. God, it was like heaven. It was probably only ten seconds but to John it felt like ten minutes. As they pulled apart he looked into those steel blue eyes and saw... Nothing. Absolutely no emotion at all. Shawn didn't look pissed, or turned on, or ashamed. Just cold. "Shawn?" His eyes pleading for more.

"I told you one kiss only."

John felt his heart starting to break. "But- You didn't feel anything?"

"I said it earlier John." Shawn reached down and nonchalantly picked up his bag as if nothing had happened. "ONE partner only." He walked past John and stood in the doorway. "And you're no Triple H." He turned away and left the locker room.

John looked down at the floor where Shawn had left his Tag belt. He replayed what Shawn had said and what had just happened. Realization crept in and suddenly, the word "partner" had more than one meaning.

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(HBK and HHH have John Cena by the arms dragging him down a long hallway)

HBK: Out ya go!
John: Oh come on! She can't hate me that much!
RVD: Yes she can. Leave.
HHH: Now Mrs. Orton you can leave the easy way or the hard way.
Kat: Ooooo! My nickname caught on!
RVD: Or you'll learn what RVD 4:20 means.
John: What does it mean?
HHH: OH my god!
Kat: You're kidding!
RVD: It means- (grabs a chair and give John a Vandaminator out of Kat's mind)
HBK: HE JUST SMOKED YOUR ASS! (looks at Rob) Hey wait a minute! That was my job!
RVD: It's my leaving WWE present.
Kat: (grabs onto Rob's legs) Please! Please! Don't go! I will have no reason to watch ECW. My life will have no meaning!
HHH: Yes it will you still have to finish "Think You're a Big Man" (HBK and HHH grab Kat and drag her to her computer) So start writing!