Maybe Fate Got It Wrong
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shattered_ficsTitle: Maybe Fate Got It Wrong
Rating: R
Pairing/Character(s): John Cena / Brianna Pryce
Summary: Set a few months after the last posted chapter of Nothing Can Tear Us Apart. Randy goes to visit Brianna while John is busy avoiding responsibilities.
Warnings: Wrestling Violence, Cursing, Sex
Length: Medium
Word Count: 1,229
Chapter #: (1/20)
WIP or Complete: Work In Progress
Author's Note: Okay this is a bit tricky. I spent SO long on the John and Brianna story for Nothing can Tear Us Apart & The Heights of Love that it got away from me. Half of the wrestlers aren't there or have sadly passed. So, this is a new story, with the same cannon just missing a few months. Throughout the story I will go back and do flashback chapaters for key parts that have not been written about. Enjoy!
banner by nala @ TDA
Brianna sat in the rocking chair slowly pushing herself with the tip of her toe. The back and forward motion of the chair was lulling her into a much needed sleep. She had a tough time sleeping the last couple of weeks. Every time that her eyes would close horrible images of the last seven months would fly across mind and wake her. Kendo sticks, chairs, handcuffs and the ever present laughter. That was all over now, things were going to be different and better. Her head drooped onto her shoulder as her movement became subconscious as her breathing became steady.
The door slid open behind her as the new person moved across the room quietly, noticing that Brianna had not stirred. Slowly they walked up to the still moving chair and placed a light hand on Brianna's shoulder. She flinched away from the hand and in one swift movement rose from the chair and faced her visitor.
“Jesus Randy you scared me,” Brianna smiled as she clutched her chest. Slowly she shook her head as Randy pulled her into a hug. “I was sleeping.”
“I'm sorry Bri,” Randy rested his chin on his best friends head as she looked past her. “How is she?”
Brianna removed herself from Randy's embrace and turned around. Her small baby lay in the incubator with wires coming out of her arms and legs. She rested her hand lightly on the top as she smiled at her baby who lay sleeping within. Over the past couple of weeks equipment was removed but she still looked helpless beneath the plastic and wires. “Better. She's doing better. They removed the oxygen today.” Brianna turned around “They said she can get out of here in a matter of days.”
“That's great news! Isn't it?” Randy studied his friends face as she avoided looking at him. Instead Brianna focused her attention on fixing the blanket around her baby. “Bri?”
“He hasn't been here in two weeks Randy,” Brianna managed to get out before tears flooded her eyes “He hasn't even seen Gabriella since they removed the feeding tube. Where is he Randy?”
“Well that doesn't sound like him,” Randy mumbled out.
“I don't care what doesn't sound like him!” Brianna grabbed Randy by the arm as he let her drag her from the NICU and into the empty hospital hallway. “What do you want me to do?”
“Get his ass to see his daughter!” Brianna said through gritted teeth. She never expected this from him not in a million years. He was there all throughout the pregnancy and rushed to her side as she went into early labor, but it was very easy for him to disappear after that. “What would keep him from his sick child? I've been here day and night since she was born.”
“You know he can't do that Bri,” Randy tried to calm her by wrapping her in another embrace but she pushed him away. “He's busy.”
“You made it here,” She scoffed collapsing into a chair that lined the hallway. “Why couldn't you bring him?”
“He's off promoting something or other. He hasn't really kept me in his confidence the last couple of weeks.” Randy knelt in front of her and grabbed her hands lightly “He's scared Bri, you have to understand that.”
“What and you don't think I'm scared?” Brianna lowered her voice, closing her eyes she took a deep breath “Every day I am scared about what's going to happen to Gabby, something could go wrong she could stay in here for another month! I'm petrified, I need him Randy. It's stupid but if he was here, I think everything would be much better.”
“I know Bri,” Randy kissed her forehead lightly. “And I'm sorry. You're just going to have to live with me being here.” He heard her laugh slowly, as a small smile cracked her lips.
John walked around backstage looking his phone in his hand trying to formulate the best text or develop the conversation in his head. His heart ached being away from his sick daughter, but he couldn't get away, the harder the he tried to pull away the easier it was for him to get suckered into something that wasn't all that important and could be filled by anyone. He wasn't even sure what he was supposed to be promoting. His head was in a different place a different time. Frowning he looked at his phone and quickly typed out a text—there was no time for a conversation. As he looked up a harried looking assistant ran up to him and started to usher him towards the stage. Just as he pushed back the curtain and the photographers flashes blinded him his pocket vibrated. Reaching behind the table he took out his phone and viewed the message. He stared at the screen not knowing what to think. Quickly he put the phone away but the message was flashing in his head the entire press conference.
Walking down the hall half an hour later John's finger hovered over the call button trying to will himself to make the call. But before he could his phone vibrated in his hand and instinctively pressed receive as he put the phone to his hear.
“Gabriella is being released today,” John pursed his lips and sighed. “I thought you'd like to know since you are her father.”
“Funny Randy,” John ran a hand down his tired face “I'm kinda in the middle of a promotion tour here.”
“She's your daughter!” He could hear Randy gritting his teeth in anger. “You should be here!”
“Well you're there aren't you?”
“Yes,”
“Then Brianna has all the help she needs,” John said quickly “Look Randy I—tired--to get away but there wasn't an option for me to do so. They needed me.”
“Your fiance—your daughter! need you more. I can't believe you're doing this.”
“Doing what Randy?” John yelled into the phone “Trying to keep a job so I can actually support my fiance and daughter? Why are you there Randy?”
“Because I knew you wouldn't be,” Randy went silent for a few moments. John couldn't believe that his friend said that to him. In a few words he described him as a bad parent, and he wasn't even one for a month yet. John realized soon that he was avoiding the responsibility but he was working. “Look John, Brianna and Gabriella are coming. She doesn't know I'm talking to you.”
“Is she mad?” John asked slowly.
“What do you think? Look, we'll be in Chicago in about a day or so, in time for RAW. I'd get the room ready for Gabriella. I'm sure you have things for her, they're probably under the bus.”
“Oh yes, of course. I'll get all of that set don't worry,” John bit his lip a moment “Randy—give--give Gabby a kiss for me?”
“Of course.”
Randy hung up the phone, John stood in the hallway staring. Gabriella and Brianna, they were coming to him. He smiled as his stomach fluttered, maybe he could start getting it right after all.
Rating: R
Pairing/Character(s): John Cena / Brianna Pryce
Summary: Set a few months after the last posted chapter of Nothing Can Tear Us Apart. Randy goes to visit Brianna while John is busy avoiding responsibilities.
Warnings: Wrestling Violence, Cursing, Sex
Length: Medium
Word Count: 1,229
Chapter #: (1/20)
WIP or Complete: Work In Progress
Author's Note: Okay this is a bit tricky. I spent SO long on the John and Brianna story for Nothing can Tear Us Apart & The Heights of Love that it got away from me. Half of the wrestlers aren't there or have sadly passed. So, this is a new story, with the same cannon just missing a few months. Throughout the story I will go back and do flashback chapaters for key parts that have not been written about. Enjoy!
banner by nala @ TDA
Brianna sat in the rocking chair slowly pushing herself with the tip of her toe. The back and forward motion of the chair was lulling her into a much needed sleep. She had a tough time sleeping the last couple of weeks. Every time that her eyes would close horrible images of the last seven months would fly across mind and wake her. Kendo sticks, chairs, handcuffs and the ever present laughter. That was all over now, things were going to be different and better. Her head drooped onto her shoulder as her movement became subconscious as her breathing became steady.
The door slid open behind her as the new person moved across the room quietly, noticing that Brianna had not stirred. Slowly they walked up to the still moving chair and placed a light hand on Brianna's shoulder. She flinched away from the hand and in one swift movement rose from the chair and faced her visitor.
“Jesus Randy you scared me,” Brianna smiled as she clutched her chest. Slowly she shook her head as Randy pulled her into a hug. “I was sleeping.”
“I'm sorry Bri,” Randy rested his chin on his best friends head as she looked past her. “How is she?”
Brianna removed herself from Randy's embrace and turned around. Her small baby lay in the incubator with wires coming out of her arms and legs. She rested her hand lightly on the top as she smiled at her baby who lay sleeping within. Over the past couple of weeks equipment was removed but she still looked helpless beneath the plastic and wires. “Better. She's doing better. They removed the oxygen today.” Brianna turned around “They said she can get out of here in a matter of days.”
“That's great news! Isn't it?” Randy studied his friends face as she avoided looking at him. Instead Brianna focused her attention on fixing the blanket around her baby. “Bri?”
“He hasn't been here in two weeks Randy,” Brianna managed to get out before tears flooded her eyes “He hasn't even seen Gabriella since they removed the feeding tube. Where is he Randy?”
“Well that doesn't sound like him,” Randy mumbled out.
“I don't care what doesn't sound like him!” Brianna grabbed Randy by the arm as he let her drag her from the NICU and into the empty hospital hallway. “What do you want me to do?”
“Get his ass to see his daughter!” Brianna said through gritted teeth. She never expected this from him not in a million years. He was there all throughout the pregnancy and rushed to her side as she went into early labor, but it was very easy for him to disappear after that. “What would keep him from his sick child? I've been here day and night since she was born.”
“You know he can't do that Bri,” Randy tried to calm her by wrapping her in another embrace but she pushed him away. “He's busy.”
“You made it here,” She scoffed collapsing into a chair that lined the hallway. “Why couldn't you bring him?”
“He's off promoting something or other. He hasn't really kept me in his confidence the last couple of weeks.” Randy knelt in front of her and grabbed her hands lightly “He's scared Bri, you have to understand that.”
“What and you don't think I'm scared?” Brianna lowered her voice, closing her eyes she took a deep breath “Every day I am scared about what's going to happen to Gabby, something could go wrong she could stay in here for another month! I'm petrified, I need him Randy. It's stupid but if he was here, I think everything would be much better.”
“I know Bri,” Randy kissed her forehead lightly. “And I'm sorry. You're just going to have to live with me being here.” He heard her laugh slowly, as a small smile cracked her lips.
John walked around backstage looking his phone in his hand trying to formulate the best text or develop the conversation in his head. His heart ached being away from his sick daughter, but he couldn't get away, the harder the he tried to pull away the easier it was for him to get suckered into something that wasn't all that important and could be filled by anyone. He wasn't even sure what he was supposed to be promoting. His head was in a different place a different time. Frowning he looked at his phone and quickly typed out a text—there was no time for a conversation. As he looked up a harried looking assistant ran up to him and started to usher him towards the stage. Just as he pushed back the curtain and the photographers flashes blinded him his pocket vibrated. Reaching behind the table he took out his phone and viewed the message. He stared at the screen not knowing what to think. Quickly he put the phone away but the message was flashing in his head the entire press conference.
Walking down the hall half an hour later John's finger hovered over the call button trying to will himself to make the call. But before he could his phone vibrated in his hand and instinctively pressed receive as he put the phone to his hear.
“Gabriella is being released today,” John pursed his lips and sighed. “I thought you'd like to know since you are her father.”
“Funny Randy,” John ran a hand down his tired face “I'm kinda in the middle of a promotion tour here.”
“She's your daughter!” He could hear Randy gritting his teeth in anger. “You should be here!”
“Well you're there aren't you?”
“Yes,”
“Then Brianna has all the help she needs,” John said quickly “Look Randy I—tired--to get away but there wasn't an option for me to do so. They needed me.”
“Your fiance—your daughter! need you more. I can't believe you're doing this.”
“Doing what Randy?” John yelled into the phone “Trying to keep a job so I can actually support my fiance and daughter? Why are you there Randy?”
“Because I knew you wouldn't be,” Randy went silent for a few moments. John couldn't believe that his friend said that to him. In a few words he described him as a bad parent, and he wasn't even one for a month yet. John realized soon that he was avoiding the responsibility but he was working. “Look John, Brianna and Gabriella are coming. She doesn't know I'm talking to you.”
“Is she mad?” John asked slowly.
“What do you think? Look, we'll be in Chicago in about a day or so, in time for RAW. I'd get the room ready for Gabriella. I'm sure you have things for her, they're probably under the bus.”
“Oh yes, of course. I'll get all of that set don't worry,” John bit his lip a moment “Randy—give--give Gabby a kiss for me?”
“Of course.”
Randy hung up the phone, John stood in the hallway staring. Gabriella and Brianna, they were coming to him. He smiled as his stomach fluttered, maybe he could start getting it right after all.
