A/N: I actually can't stand that Morrison impersonates... well, Morrison but I came up with this just by talking about it today and I think it's gonna stick. Title and summary credit to the all powerful The Doors. Nitro days, by the way.

"Have you ever realized you strike a resemblance to Jim Morrison?"

Johnny up from tying his wrestling boots and glanced at Melina, a tiny frown on his face. "What are you talking about?"

"You do." She stood up and sauntered over to him, placing herself gracefully in his lap. She touched his cheek. "You have the same bone structure."

He scoffed slightly and pushed her off, walking toward the locker room mirror. His steps slowed as he watched his reflection. "I don't look like him."

"You do!" She bent down, going through his bag. "Where's your laptop? I'll prove it."

"Melina, don't go through my things—"

She pulled it out anyway, waiting patiently as it loaded. "I'm not joking—I've noticed it lately, when your hair hasn't been slicked back."

Johnny kept staring at himself, his head tilted slightly. He shrugged. "I don't see it."

She was already clicking away, pretty face illuminated by the blue of the computer screen. She wagged her finger at him, eyes never straying. "You will. I promise."

"Mel, we need to go out soon—"

"Here!" She turned the entire laptop toward him, pointing at the picture. "Doesn't it look exactly like you?"

Johnny sat beside her on the couch and took the computer, frowning when he saw Jim with his arms spread, face serious. He did notice the similarities—the eyes, the lips, the cheekbones.

He shook his head, pushing it back.

"You don't see it?"

He barely heard her, catching himself in the mirror again. The twenty-seven year old staring back wasn't Johnny Nitro. It was the possibility of a different man—all he'd need was a pair of sunglasses and a different hair style.


"You know what?" He turned around, nodding. "I kind of see it now."

"You do?"

"Yeah." He nodded again, running his fingers against his jaw line. "With some work."

"Not much." She stood up and came over to him, eyes sparkling. "Just wash your hair. And lose the coat."

He grinned at her playfully, catching her around the waist. "And what are you going to do?"

She looked at him. "What do you mean?"

"I mean, you have to look like Pam, don't you?" He tugged her hair. "You need to dye this red and lose about ten pounds."

She gasped and slapped his chest, but he caught her before she could get away. "Don't you touch me, Johnny Nitro!" she squealed.

"No, no." He flipped his hair back, liking the way it fell. "It's John Morrison."

A/N: This is the just the beginning. Sorry about the length. Review.