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A/N: Thank you for all the great reviews. I am glad that I am back too. This chapter is a bit of a short filler. Its not that great. I was doing this at the same time I was doing my taxes. Blah. As always please enjoy and review!
John Cena stood in front of the door to his hotel room deciding what to do. What lay inside could be a very volatile situation. Jessica didn't come back to the bar after she went to see Randy, a fact that everyone noticed. It was not a good sign.
Dodging the death glares he was getting from a few coworkers, John eventually took it upon himself to find her. She wasn't answering her phone and she wasn't answering her door. There was a chance, a slight chance, that she was still inside. If that was the case, she would not be happy.
With a deep breath he unlocked the door, stepped inside, and froze. Everything looked peaceful. The lights were off, his roommate was asleep, and the TV was quietly playing. But there, in the dim light of the screen was the truth. Passed out on the couch was the daughter of the Big Red Machine.
John knew he had a few choices in this situation. He could sneak into his own bed and hope that she didn't wake up angry. He could wake her now and take the verbal beating. Or, he could be a coward and find somewhere else to sleep for the night.
After much inner debate he swallowed his pride and headed over to the sleeping Diva.
There are worse ways to be woken up, (I remember vividly the Hardy ice bath I was given when I ran away last October), but when my eyes opened to see John Cena squatting down next to me, I wanted to snap.
"Y..." was all I was able to get out before Cena slapped his hand over my mouth. He brought a finger up to his lips then pointed to the hall. I grabbed Matt's jacket and followed him out.
As soon as the door locked, I went off.
"You have some nerve!" I spit out as he took hold of my arm and made me walk with him.
"I'm so sorry, baby girl. I didn't think you would stay the whole night. He wasn't feeling well and he had it in his head that he needed to talk to you. The stress was making him sicker. I had to do something."
He had to do something? I stayed quiet while the pieces fell in place. He knew this would happen. He knew I couldn't leave Randy in that condition. He used my feelings against me. What the hell?
"John, what did I ever do to you?"
He stopped in his tracks in front of the elevators. My question caught him off guard so I repeated it.
"What did I ever do to you?" I asked again with more force.
"Nothin', baby girl."
"Then why are you doing this to me?" I ripped my arm out of his grasp and gave him a stare that could only be described as 'evil'. Cena was speechless. "You said a while back that you weren't going to take sides. That we are both your family, but it is clear you picked him over me."
"That's not true."
"Oh really? What did you just say? Poor little Randy Orton, he's sick and stressed out. You just had to do everything in your power to make it better."
"Yeah, because he's my best friend."
"And what am I?"
"Oh, come on…"
"No, seriously John, what am I? Because in order to help out your 'best friend', the man who lied to you for months, you threw me under the bus. You ruined any progress I had made towards becoming normal again." I was a little louder than I should have been for this time of night but I didn't care. I was pissed.
"But you did. Have you forgotten what he did to me? How the second I wasn't around he found someone else. How even though his mistress stalked me, broke into my house, stole my identity he stood by her." John rubbed the back of his neck and tried not to look me in the eye. I hit the button for the elevator. "Did you forget he's the reason my daughter is dead?"
The Chain Gang Soldier finally looked at me as I stepped into the small metal box. His arms hung down by his sides. I think he finally understood the pain he had caused me.
"You know, he not only betrayed me he betrayed you, and still you choose him over me. What kind of friend does that? What kind of brother does that?"
John tried to think of something to say. He even stopped the doors as they closed, but when nothing came to him, he let me leave in silence.
Out of anger I punched the closest wall. THIS WAS NOT HAPPENING! Last night I was feeling good, I was back in the zone. I was me again. Now I'm being sucked down into the black hole that is Randy Orton.
… Wait till Chris hears about this.
A wave of relief washed over me as the elevator doors opened on my floor. At least this night was over because I am mentally and physically exhausted. All I want to do now is crawl under the covers and forget.
However, I stepped into my room to find another surprise. My bed was already occupied.
"Unreal," I mumbled looking down at the intruder, also known as Jeff Hardy.
Of course, he would pick this exact moment to show up in my room. I crossed my arms. Don't get me wrong, I know my bad mood isn't the younger Hardy's fault, but I've had my fill of BS for the week.
Trying not to wake the sleeping superstar, I changed into my PJs and slid in bed next to him. I'll let him sleep now and tomorrow… well, tomorrow is another day. Unfortunately, as I was getting comfy, Jeff woke up.
"Jess? Is that you?" He was half asleep and sounded very out of it.
"Yes Hardy, go to sleep."
"I came to find you. Matt let me in. Why didn't you come back to the bar?"
Oh man, I did not want to get in to this with him! I needed sleep!
"I didn't feel good."
"Oh…" I think he tried to tell if I was lying or not, but by now I was already face down in my pillow. "So… it wasn't anything I said?"
My eyes few open. I almost forgot Jeff asked me to move in with him.
"Hardy, it is 3am. We can talk about this in the morning."
He was almost completely out again. I pulled the blanket over the both of us and snuggled into him. Within minutes I thankfully fell into a dreamless sleep.
It didn't last long though. What seemed like only minutes later, I was woken up by the first few bars of 'Back in Black' by AC/DC coming from my jeans on the floor. Why can't people just let me sleep? Without opening my eyes I chucked my pillow at the noise hoping the caller would somehow get the message. Ten minutes later my phone went off again. This time it was followed by a pounding at the door.
Forgetting where he was, Jeff got out of bed to answer it. What happened next was a mix of confusion and swearing
"What the fuck?"
"Holy Shit! Uh…Jess?"
I shot strait up in bed at the sound of my name, just in time to see Jeff stumble out of the way of the open hands of my Uncle Mark.
"Um, I was just… next door and, um… I came to answer Jess' door… and, ah… now I'm going back to my brother's room… So… see ya, Jess"
Jeff nervously disappeared into the next room and out of harm's way. The big man then turned to me with his arms crossed.
"Forget about something, kid?"
"Um…. breakfast, right?"
"Okay, give me a minute." Uncle Mark took a seat while I got ready for the day. He never uncrossed his arms. I was brushing my hair when I caught his stare. "What?"
"Are you going to make me say it?"
I rolled my eyes. "I know. I know."
"I don't trust him, kid. Never have, never will."
"It's not what you think. He was here when I got back and I didn't want to wake him."
"When you got back? Where were you?"
Crap. "That's not important."
Uncle Mark gave me a questioning look before exhaling loudly and shaking his head. I went back to repacking my bags and getting ready. When we were out in the hall, a thought came to me.
"So… we can just keep this between us. There's no need to tell Glenn. Right?"
Next to me, the large man just started laughing.