TITLE: Get Me Through The Day

CHARACTERS: Sonjay Dutt, Jay Lethal, So Cal Val, Alex Shelley, Chris Sabin, Johnny Devine, Petey Williams

PAIRINGS: Past/one-sided Sonjay Dutt/Jay Lethal, Lethal/Val, Alex Shelley/Chris Sabin appearance of Johnny Devine/Petey Williams

NOTES: I was on YouTube and I found this really cute slash video for the Sonjay/Jay pairing to the song ‘When You’re Gone’ by Avril Lavigne. I got the title from a line in that song, also.

DISCLAIMER: Sonjay, Jay, Val, Alex, Chris, Johnny, and Petey are not mine, nor do I claim they are.

Sonjay sighed, stretching his arms behind his head. He just wanted to stay in the locker room all night, considering that otherwise he would have to ask for a ride from one of the other guys. Chris and Alex were out of the question. He wasn’t even sure if they would end up going home together after their fight. Sonjay knew for a fact that Alex wouldn’t even want to speak with him. Not after all of the bad things he said.

Johnny and Petey were already gone. Plus, Johnny had a fear of Sonjay; after all of the times he had seen the Indian man’s temper flair up. Petey was indifferent on him, but he didn’t really trust Sonjay with much.

Not many of the wrestlers outside of the X-Division liked Sonjay either. So, aside from Jay, who Sonjay refused to ask anyway, he had no way home. Speaking of Jay, the African American man walked into the locker room. “Hey, Sonj, I’ve been looking all over for you.”

Sonjay rolled his eyes and looked at the wall on the other side of the room. “What for?”

Jay sat on the bench next to his friend, setting a lean arm around his shoulders. Sonjay shivered at the touch, but tried to hide it with a cough. “You don’t have a ride, man. I wanted to offer one.”

Sonjay groaned inwardly. He didn’t want to go with Jay. He didn’t want to be in such close proximity with Jay when all he wanted to do was jump his bones and kiss him frantically. The Guru felt that he was inches away from doing just that. “Thanks, but no thanks. I…I’m going with…with Kevin.” Yeah, Sonjay mused, that was real smooth. He hadn’t even talked to Kevin Nash in three months.

Jay raised an eyebrow and grinned. “You mean the Kevin that just left with Sting?”

Sonjay’s dark eyes widened. “Uh…fuck.” He shook his head and set a hand over his eyes.

Jay laughed and shook his head. “Man, Sonj, you are such a bad liar. Val’s waiting outside. We’ll wait for you to grab your stuff.” He stood, offering his friend a warm smile, before backing away to lean against the door.

Sonjay could feel his face growing warm and his thoughts began to turn dark. That name. He said her name again. She was waiting for him. She was the reason he was here to give him a ride. She was the reason that Jay didn’t love him anymore. “You know what? Fuck Val! And fuck you, too!” He jumped up from the bench and practically flew across the room at the other man. He caught Jay’s collar in both hands. “You are such a fucking bastard!” He pulled Jay forward before slamming his head back against the door.

Jay half closed his eyes, dazed and pained from the blow. “Sonj, what?”

Sonjay pinned Jay against the door, barring a forearm across his throat. “You can’t fucking believe that Val really loves you! She’s just a whore, Jay!” He took a deep breath to calm his nerves when he felt what he figured were angry tears filling his eyes. “She doesn’t love you like…like I do…” His grip weakened as he fell to the concrete floor.

Jay, confused, knelt next to his friend. He put an arm around him and held him close, even as Sonjay tried to push him away. Finally, the Indian man gave in and let himself cry into the other man’s shoulder. “Sonjay, what the hell is wrong with you? You’re acting really weird.”

Sonjay couldn’t speak. His irregular breathing was beginning to hurt his throat. Suddenly, the door they were leaning against opened, surprising both men. “Ow!” Sonjay cried out as the metal struck his shoulder. He tossed a hand up to cup the throbbing muscle.

The redheaded woman behind the door bit her lip uncomfortably. “Oh, Sonjay, I’m sorry!” She knelt next to her boyfriend and his best friend, wrapping her arms around the Indian man. “I didn’t know you were back there!”

“Like hell you didn’t.” Sonjay muttered under his breath, pulling away. He looked between the other two people and wiped at his stinging eyes. He stood, holding a hand out to Jay.

Jay quirked a brow, but grabbed Sonjay’s hand and pulled himself up. “Thanks, bro.” He leaned down to help up Val.

As she stood, the redheaded woman smoothed out the wrinkles in her short, blue dress. “Thanks, Machismo.” She smiled that pretty smile of hers.

Sonjay sneered behind her back, mouthing ‘Thanks, Machismo’ as he did. Jay shot his friend a warning glance as he gave Val a small peck on the lips. “Wait outside for just a bit longer. Me and Sonj need to have a private conversation.” The African American’s deep voice was icy.

Sonjay shivered in expectation as he heard the door close once more. “What do we need to talk about, Jay?” He feigned innocence, hoping that Jay would drop it all right then and there.

“You know damn well what we need to talk about.” Jay glared at him. “You are such an asshole to Val, Sonj! She didn’t do anything to you! Why are you acting like this?”

Sonjay turned away as embarrassed tears pricked the corners of his dark eyes. “She doesn’t love you, Jay.” He whispered, trying to convey the true feelings of his friend’s supposed girlfriend. “Don’t ask me how I know, she just doesn’t.”

Jay grabbed Sonjay’s shoulder and roughly turned him. “What the hell do you mean ‘she doesn’t?!’ You had better give me a good answer for this, Sonj, or so help me God, I’ll punch you so hard, your nose will cave in!” As if trying to prove he would punch, Jay pulled a fist back and used the other hand to hold the collar of his friend’s shirt.

Sonjay closed his eyes, waiting patiently for the punch to come. “Go ahead and do it, Jay.” He slowly opened his eyes to see the uncertainty on the other man’s face. “Do it. I want you to do it. I want you to hit me.”

Jay faltered and looked towards his closed fist, second guessing himself. He slowly released Sonjay’s shirt and turned away. “We’re leaving. If you want a ride you’ll come.”

Sonjay’s eyes narrowed at Jay’s retreating back. He didn’t follow. Instead he walked home by himself that night.

But as he lay awake in the hotel bed, he couldn’t help but think. What was going on with Jay? Could he sense the attraction between them? Or was Sonjay just kidding himself?