A/N: This story will feature alot of flashbacks. For some reason, when I use the i for the fbs, it doesn't work. Hopefully they should be obvious, but if not, just ask! Also, Ryan and Travis were in the habit of calling John and Carol Cena (John's parents) Aunt and Uncle because of the very close relationship the families shared.

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Summary: Ryan Hafner and John Cena have been inseperable their entire lives. Their relationship, which has been strong and steady for years, is about to be tested in ways neither would have ever expected. Can they survive?

(takes place 6 months after the epilogue of "Now I See")

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Seven year old Ryan Hafner walked next door and rapped lightly on the screen door, and stepped back when someone came to answer it. "Hi John."

"Hi Ryan." Eight year old John Cena pulled open the door. Ryan came in and they walked toward the kitchen.

"Hi Aunt Carol." Carol Cena looked down and smiled.

"Hi Ryan. Is Travis coming over later?" The little girl nodded.

"Yep, whenever John calls him." John went to do just that and left the two alone in the kitchen.

"So, Ryan, are you the scorekeeper today?"

She sighed. "Yes, and I'm supposed to write the stats down. I'd rather be playing but some of the boys don't want a girl playing."

Carol winked at her. "It's just because you play better then them."

"I think so too." They both giggled, but stopped as soon as John came back in the room.

"Mom, everyone will be here in an hour, and today is a grilled cheese day. You coming outside, Ry?"

She nodded. "Yep." Carol looked at their retreating forms and smiled.

"Something wonderful will come from that one day."

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"Yes, Sam, I tried it on. Yes, it fits fine. No, I don't think you're wrong in having both of us. Well then tell Amy to stop eating so much. Yes, Sam, I know she's pregnant. Uhuh. Are you sure you're not?" Ryan rolled her eyes as John walked into their home office. "You're right Sam, that wasn't funny. Uhhuh. I'll talk to you later. Bye Sam." John came over and kissed Ryan on top of her head.

"Is Sam going crazy again?"

"Again? Don't you mean still?"

He laughed and sat on the desk in front of her. "That's it. Don't worry, after the wedding she'll be fine. She's just stressed because she couldn't offend anyone by having a small wedding, and there are so many things still left to be done."

Ryan stood up and stepped in between his legs. "We are not having a big wedding, got it?"

John wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her closer. "Ry, when we get engaged no one will believe it, so they will all keel over in shock. We won't have to worry about it."

"Maybe not then." Ryan and John had been together so long that most people who knew them actually doubted they would ever get married, and believed that they would just continue the way they were.

"So, what time are we leaving tonight?"

"The flight leaves at 1, so around 11:30?"

"Sounds good." They were flying back home to West Newbury, Massachusetts. The next day was their anniversary, but it was also the anniversary of the day her parents died. John sighed, knowing they were both thinking of that fateful day.

*****It was the last day of school in their eighth grade year, and Ryan and John were running around during their study hall finalizing plans for their party that night at John's place. Ryan and her twin brother Travis were staying at the Cena's while their parents were out of the country. She came around the corner by the gym to find John in a heated discussion with Anthony Criss, a guy that Ryan had been flirting with lately. Anthony looked up and saw Ryan, and he just walked away. She went over to John. "What's going on?"

John stuffed his hands in his pocket. "Not much. I told him to stay away from you."

"Why would you do that?" He ignored her and grabbed her hand, dragging her to the stairwell. She jerked her hand back. "John, I asked why?"

"Because I don't want him doing this."

Ryan shook her head, confused. "Doing what?"

He licked his lips lightly, and leaned in to give her a small kiss. "That."

Ryan smiled slightly. "I thought I was just 'one of the guys'." He put his hands on her waist.

"You were never really just 'one of the guys', Ry. You're way too beautiful for that." She smiled again and leaned in to kiss him, when someone barged into the stairwell. It was Travis.

"I hate to interrupt Ry, but we need to go the office." He held up the slip that was sent for them.

She pulled away from John. "We? What happened?"

Travis shook his head. "I don't know, but we should get over there." Ryan looked up at John.

"I'll come find you after." He nodded, and they walked away.

"You will tell me about that later Ryan."

"Sure I will." They walked into the office with smiles on their faces, which immediately fell when they saw who was there. It was John's mother Carol, who had tears in her eyes, and their principle. Carol stood and reached for Travis and Ryan. The principal also stood, and signaled towards an unusually empty office. They all went in and sat.

Carol sat down and pursed her lips nervously. "Travis, Ryan, I have some bad news." Travis reached for Ryan's hand. "The plane that your parents were on...it crashed this morning shortly after takeoff, about 20 miles from the coast."

"Oh God." Ryan's voice was barely above a whisper. Travis grabbed Ryan and hugged her, while looking at Carol over her head.

"Survivors?"

Carol shook her head sadly. "No. I am so sorry." Ryan suddenly jerked her way out of Travis's grasp and started for the door. "Honey, where are you going?"

"I need John." By this time a new class had started, so she ran up the stairs and knocked on the door. She entered after a moment and went up to the teacher's desk. "I need John to come with me." The teacher saw Ryan's tearstained face and nodded. John had heard and came up to the desk.

"Ry?"

Her eyes filled again. "Not here." They were stared at by classmates as they walked out. As soon as the door was shut, Ryan lost it. John grabbed her in his arms, and just let her cry.

"Ryan, what happened?" She was hardly able to talk, but he understood that something had happened involving her parents. Luckily his mother and Travis were coming up the stiars at that moment. He looked to them for an answer. "Mom?"

"Not here John. Just get your stuff, we need to go home." He did that, and within minutes they were in the car on the way back to his house. Ryan went to be by herself in John's room, and he, Travis, and Carol sat at the kitchen table. "Travis, are you sure you want to hear all of this now?"

"Aunt Carol, I can either hear it from you or go watch it on the news. I'd rather listen to you." She nodded.

"OK. What they think happened was that the engine just simply failed this morning, about twenty miles off the coast. There were 153 people on the plane, and there are no survivors." Travis just shook his head, stunned. His father worked for the government and had to go to England on business, so his mother decided to tag along and make a mini vacation out of it. Ryan and Travis had both opted to stay home and finish middle school with their friends.

John stood. "I'm going to go talk to Ryan."

"She might want to rest John."

"I know her mom, trust me." He left, and Travis still sat in somewhat of a daze at the table.

"So what happens now?"

"Well, we have alot of arrangements to make."

Travis shook his head. "No, I meant about me and Ryan. Where do we go, what do we do?"

"John and I are your godparents Travis, and we would love nothing more than to have you with us."

"You already have five kids Aunt Carol. Can you handle two more?" She walked around the table and hugged him.

"We love you so much Travis. You have always had a home here." He nodded.

"Thanks."

"No need for thanks, sweetie."

"Ryan was supposed to transfer to Cushing in the fall."

"She still can if she wants."

"Maybe she will." He stood and looked out the window, to his darkened house next door. "I don't want to stay there."

"You don't have to. We'll do some rearranging tonight, and we'll get rooms done for the two of you in the next few days."

"I think I'm going to go lie down." He went upstairs to find a room to crash in, and saw Ryan lying in John's arms sobbing in his room. He quickly walked by and went into John's older brother Bobby's room. He sat down and put his head in his hands, and the tears began to flow.*****

Ryan looked into John's eyes, and he could see the sadness there. "You gonna be okay, Ry?" She smiled weakly.

"Yeah. It's been 12 years John, I need to get over it."

"You never have to get over it Ryan."

"You know what I mean."

"Yeah, I do. Plus I have another occassion to be happy about."

John smiled. "Our anniversary. May 24th. I cannot believe we've been together for that long."

Ryan lightly punched him in the arm. "ALMOST twelve years. Some time in there was lost to you being a jerk."

"Hey now, we don't need to bring that up."

She grinned. "No, we don't."

He leaned forward and gave her a long kiss. "I love you."

"I love you too, John."

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