A/N from Jessica: ok here we go, the final part of the save me saga. thnks for the reviews and for reading!!!oh yea this parts song is in the end by Linkin Park


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Despite the way you were mocking me
Acting like I was part of your property
Remembering all the times you fought with me
I'm surprised it got so far
Things aren't the way they were before
You wouldn't even recognize me anymore
Not that you knew me back then
But it all comes back to me
In the end

You kept everything inside
And even though I tried it all fell apart
What it meant to be, will
Eventually, be a memory of a time

When I tried so hard,

And got so far,
But in the end, it doesn't even matter
I had to fall, to lose it all
But in the end, it doesn't even matter

Randy felt a tap on his shoulder, but tried to ignore it. He was in another club with his best friends, dancing with his boyfriend. He was in the moment and not in the mood to be interrupted by anyone.

"Randy!" A familiar voice shouted over the loud, throbbing music. Randy felt the same tap on his shoulder and froze; he knew whose voice it was without needing to turn around. Randy stopped and took a second to debate whether to turn around and face him or not.

It was the same man who had betrayed him- who had stolen his heart then smashed it. But he was supposed to be over John... Right? He was with Punk now; he shouldn't care whether he talked to John who was just a work mate now or not. Yet Randy still hesitated, afraid that coming face to face with John again could send him spiraling back into his depression.

Randy looked into Punk's comforting face for guidance. Punk grinned and gave Randy a small nod as if to say 'go ahead'. Randy nonchalantly turned around to face his former lover. He expected to feel like he did before: helpless, lonely, unsure, but as he stared into John's face he felt nothing.

"Hey, John," Randy smiled, happy with his lack of emotion over John. "I was kind of busy. Do you need something?"

John hesitated; "Well yeah...but not really...uhh-kinda," John avoided Randy's eyes staring off at some nonexistent figure in the distance. "Do you mind stepping outside? I need to talk to you."

Randy glanced back at Punk, "Go, ahead I was getting thirsty anyway." Punk winked at Randy as he walked away after John.

Randy followed John out onto the dimly lit street, "Ok so what do you want to talk about?" Randy asked agitated that John, who now meant nothing to him, had just ripped him momentarily out of the arms of his new muse.

"Well first of all, I really miss you Randy," John wrapped Randy in an awkward embrace. Randy stared at John, his face blank. John released, a little less confident now. "And I've been thinking. You know I really love you and I always have right? All that stuff I said before it was just to impress Evan. I don't know what came over me. I hope you're still willing to take me back."

Randy thought about the things John had said and done and started to laugh, "Wait a minute! What happened to Evan anyway? I thought you loved him so much."

John looked down at the sidewalk blushing, and mumbled a short response.

"What?" Randy asked still laughing, unable to suppress his joy at the beautiful karmic retribution taking place. "I couldn't hear you very well."

John looked up at Randy and was now beet red. "HE'S FUCKING MIKE!" John finally screamed.

Randy stopped laughing, his face becoming serious. "The Miz?!" John nodded, and Randy started snickering uncontrollably. Randy doubled over in laughter unable to make real words form as he held his sides, trying to stop the pain from laughing at John's expense.

"Hey I-!" John started, now angry with Randy for laughing at him. But he was cut off when three large figures came hurdling out of the club doors.

"We don't ALLOW fighting!!!!!" It was one of the many security guards from inside the club. "What were you trying to do, kill him or something?!" He yelled at the other two.

"Maybe if you didn't let man stealing whores in your club, things like this wouldn't happen!" Cody Rhodes' voice called back.

"Yeah!" Ted agreed. "He started it; why didn't he get thrown out?!"

The security guard shook his head in disapproval at the two men, and stepped back into the building.

"Ted?" Randy squinted for a better look at the two ruffians who had just been thrown out of the club. "Cody?"

"Randy?" the two said in unison. "John?!"

"Yeah we were just having a little talk. What just happened in there?" Randy asked concerned about his two younger friends.

"Do you need any help with him?" Cody stepped towards John, ready to step in and defend Randy.

"No," Randy blocked the now apparently drunk Rhodes from getting any closer to John. "What happened to you guys?"

Ted shrugged, "Nothing we just took care of a certain 'highflier' for you."

John looked away, trying to cast the blame away from himself.

Randy rolled his eyes, "Well I was in the middle of something, do you mind?" Ted and Cody moved to give the two ex-lovers their space, but stayed in eavesdropping distance.

"Ok, so as I was saying, what exactly do you want from me?" Randy's laughing fit was finally over and he was able to form meaningful sentences.

"Well... I want us to be us again. You know?" John looked at Randy sincerely.

"John after all that bullshit with Evan, I practically drowned myself in alcohol. And it was all because I loved you."

John's eyes lit up, he took Randy's statement as an invitation for them to get back together. "I knew you'd understand!" He rushed towards Randy to wrap him up in yet another hug, but was pushed away by Randy's outstretched hand.

"Let me finish, please. And the only reason I didn't drown in my own sorrow and booze was because I found someone new." Punk came out of the bar and onto the street, almost as if on cue.

John's face fell as Punk and Randy took each others hand and escorted each other back into the club.

John looked at Cody and Ted his mouth still gaping. How could two guys pick other people over him?

As though he read his mind, Ted stepped up to put his arm around Cena's shoulders. "Well look at it this way John," Ted comforted the bulky man. "You'll always have your right hand."

Cody chuckled, "Yeah and your hand can't catch all those STDs I'm sure Evan gave you."

Cody and Ted walked away from John laughing, and leaving him to bask in his loneliness. John glanced between the backs of the departing couple and the entrance to the club where two of his former lovers were happily frolicking.

John sighed, "...Fuck my life."

A/N from J: lollllllllllllllll!!!! i even feel sad for john a little...ah well we'll write a Centon fic and he'll get over it..;)
and i love cody bein all protective for Randy...sweet lil coddles...thanks for reading and plz review!!!!