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 has a bonding moment with Gabriella as he and Brianna wait for John.
Warnings: Wrestling Violence, Cursing, Sex
Length: Medium
Word Count: 2,325
Chapter #: (2/20)
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
Randy sat propped up against the headboard of the bed in his hotel room. It was quiet as he placed down the magazine he was reading and rubbed his eyes with the heel of his palms. The day was long, with Brianna and Gabriella they drove five hours to get to the hotel at the time that John said he would be there. The usual dependable John had quickly become the undependable. The bus that the trio used to share was no where to be seen and John was refusing phone calls. Randy invited the exhausted mother and daughter to stay in his room, until John showed his face. Randy looked at Brianna, she lay sleeping quietly curled up next to him. His heart broke for her, in her vulnerable state of sleep he could see how wracked with pain she was. Her face grimaced at what ever she was dreaming about and pulled the blanket further up her shoulder. Gabriella let out a small cry from her bassinet and Randy froze. He didn't want to wake up Brianna, but he still wasn't comfortable around his god-daughter. He held his breath, hoping that it was just a cry in her sleep and that she wasn't hungry.
Gabriella let out a small strangled cry before beginning in earnest. Randy didn't know what to do, he looked over at Brianna who didn't move. “John” Brianna moaned in her sleep, Randy sighed holding back his anger for John and walked cautiously up to Gabby. Her little arms had escaped her blanket and were reaching up to him as she continued to cry. Slowly he reached into the bassinet and grabbed Gabby under her arms and lifted her up. Her cries lessened as Randy smiled at the little baby girl. She was a little more than a month old but still very small, and Randy felt like if he held her wrong he would break her. He folded her into his arms as she nestled easily in the crook of his arm. Breathing out a sigh of relief he sat down on the bed.
The baby let out one more quiet cry before yawning and snuggling into his arms. Randy smiled as he rubbed her cheek. He never noticed how much she looked like her mother, she had the same nose, the same petite mouth and oval face. Randy could already tell she had John's lung capacity and his eyes but nothing else seemed to shine through from his best friend, he wasn't sure if that was a good thing or not.
“Where is that father of yours Gabby?” Randy sighed as she grabbed his finger tightly “Looks like you've got your fathers strength as well. Let's hope you don't get his attitude later in life.”
“If you want her to answer Randy you're going to have to wait a year or so,” Brianna's voice croaked. Randy turned around carefully not wanting to compromise Gabriella. She smiled lightly as she rested on her arm.
“I didn't wake you did I?” Randy frowned, he knew she needed her rest. She should have slept through the night.
“No,” Brianna frowned “I—my dream woke me up.”
“You want to talk about it?” He asked slowly, he could guess what it was about. He looked down at Gabby—she had fallen back asleep her vice grip still on his finger.
“No point,” Brianna shrugged sitting up, she gathered the blankets over her lap. She held out her hands for her daughter. Randy smiled down at Gabriella as he moved closer to Brianna and slid the baby into her arms. “She wasn't hungry was she?”
“Just fussy,” He grinned as Gabriella wouldn't let go of his finger. “I think she doesn't want to let go.”
“She bonded with her god-father,” Brianna smiled as she removed Gabby's hand from Randy's finger. “She loves you already.”
Randy watched Brianna and could see her smile falter as she looked down at her daughter.
“You say that like it's a bad thing,” Randy placed a finger under her chin and lifted her face to look into his. “I'm not going to replace John in her life.”
“I know, she's not yours I don't expect you to if he doesn't step up,” Brianna laughed as Gabby moved adjusting herself.
“Now don't say that,” Randy frowned this time “You're not giving him a lot of credit. He's working hard to provide for you two. He's busy.”
“That doesn't make up for the fact that he hasn't seen his daughter!” Brianna hissed.
“Brianna,” Randy sighed pushing himself off of the bed. In a few strides he was at the window.
“Randall,” Brianna glared at his back. A part of her knew she wasn't giving John enough credit. She knew he was dedicated to his work, he couldn't visit Gabriella everyday she was in the ICU, once would've been enough. He left so soon after the birth they only had time to name her before he ran out of the hospital to catch a plane. Randy was able to stay, why couldn't John? Brianna frowned as she got up from the bed and placed Gabby back into her bassinet. She would feed her after she got food herself. Brianna walked up to Randy and placed a hand on his arm. He slowly turned around and wrapped her in his arms. He lightly kissed the top of her head. She could feel his body shudder as he sighed.
“John's here,” He said slowly. “I just saw the bus pull up and John get off.”
“He didn't have anyone following him did he?” Randy held Brianna at arms length and frowned at her and she smiled. “Yeah I know, he would never do that to me.”
“Do you want to go see him?” He studied her slowly. Brianna blinked quickly, he could tell she was trying not to cry. “I'll go see him first.” Randy leaned down and kissed the top of her head. “Get your stuff ready and feed Gabby. I'll go kick some sense into your fiance.”
John walked slowly up the hotel stairs, he was on the fourth floor but he didn't want to chance anyone running into him on the elevator. He heard enough from Randy over the phone, he didn't want to run into other friends and have them criticize his judgments. Slowly he adjusted the strap of his gear bag as it dug in his shoulder as he rounded the last turn heading up the last flight to the floor. He swallowed as his hand rested on the door knob. He knew Brianna and daughter would be on this floor, probably with Randy, he wasn't ready to see them. Head down he pulled open the door and walked into the hall with quick steps he stood in front of his door.
“Hello John,” John's spine stiffened, he could hear the anger in his best friends voice.
“Randy,” John said opening the door and going quickly into the room. Randy slipped in behind him before he got to close the door. Throwing down his bags he took a deep breath and turned toward his friend. “What can I do for you?”
“You've never been one to play dumb,” Randy folded his arms and scowled “Shouldn't you be holding your daughter in your arms and kissing your fiance? It's been what? Two weeks or so since you've seen them.”
John blanched. “How are they?”
“Why don't you go see for yourself?” Randy motioned to the door “We're right across the hall.”
His stomach was in his throat as he stood behind Randy waiting for him to open the door. Thoughts flashed in his mind: what would Brianna say? How would she react? Could he even hold his daughter properly? John's mouth went dry as the door opened, he could see the bassinet that his daughter lay in. His mind whirled and he could hear Randy calling out Brianna's name. His heart was beating fast enough that it echoed in his ears. Brianna poked her head out of the bathroom door and her face lit up at the sight of John. He held out his arms as she ran into them and wrapped her arms tightly around him.
“I've missed you,” Brianna's muffled voice came from his chest.
“Not as much as I've missed you,” John cupped her face in his hands and he leaned down and kissed her. He broke away as he felt a smile cross her lips. “I'm sorry,” He said quickly glancing at Randy. Randy scoffed as he sat back down on the bed. “I was scared.”
“You don't think I was?” Brianna backed away from John as her anger grew. She threw a glance at Randy who shook his head slowly. Taking a deep breath Brianna frowned at her fiance.
“Look, let's not do this. Come meet your daughter.”
John's heart jumped into his throat he was never very good with children, and the last nine months he hoped had been a very strange dream. He shuffled over to the bassinet and looked down at the baby. She was just stirring and reaching her hands up to him. His heart melted as he studied his baby girl. Gabby was the spitting image of her mother, her eyes popped open and he stared into his own crystal blue eyes. He smiled kindly at her as he made to reach for her, but stopped. Frowning he looked up at Brianna: “Can I hold her?”
“Of course you can! She's your daughter,” Brianna laughed as John leaned over and picked up his daughter. She started to wail as he brought her closer, but Brianna didn't move. John needed to get used to his daughter and she had to get used to him. She sat down on the bed next to Randy and smiled at him.
“What?” He frowned quickly at her before watching John with Gabby.
“I didn't think he would try to hold her so quickly,” Brianna said quietly. She watched John like a hawk too as he looked awkward holding his struggling child.
“He's not doing a very good job,” Randy shrugged picking up his previously discarded magazine.
“If I remember correctly you almost dropped my daughter the first time you held her,” Brianna glared at her friend who hid behind his magazine.
John stared into his daughter's eyes and he couldn't imagine why he would ever be scared about anything. He knew it was stupid to avoid Brianna and Gabriella while she sat in intensive care but John was never going to admit that out loud. Gabby had stopped wiggling in his arms and settled against his chest. He looked up and noticed Brianna watching him intently, he felt heat creep into his cheeks as she smiled at her. Standing up Brianna walked over to John, she grabbed Gabby's hand, standing on her tip-toes she kissed John.
John walked out of the bathroom in a pair of sleeping shorts and a towel over his shoulder. The room was quiet, he looked over at the bed and saw Brianna curled up sleeping and next to the bed was Gabriella in her bassinet dozing. Brianna had told him that Gabby was starting to sleep through the night but she wanted her close just in case. He frowned, he had already missed so much already not seeing her for a month. Luckily she wouldn't remember him not being around, so he was going to try to shrug it off as much as he could. Throwing the towel in the general direction of his gear bag he crawled into bed next to Brianna. She quickly turned over and tucked herself under his arm. He rubbed her shoulder lightly as she drew across his chest.
“I really did miss you,” John said slowly, he wasn't sure that Brianna really believed him.
“I know you did,” He felt her sigh as she stilled her hand on his chest. “I just—I needed you, and you weren't there for me. That's not like you.”
“This last year has really thrown me into a different perspective,” He shrugged “I was trying to do what I thought was right.”
“Staying away from your sick daughter was what you thought was right?” Brianna hissed as she raised herself up on her arms, she stared down at him in the dark. “What a stupid thing to say, what was right to be with her.”
“No,” John snapped sitting up quickly “What was right was to provide for her, and work. Those hospital bills weren't going to pay themselves. It's not like you're bringing in anything.”
“Christ John,” Brianna threw the covers off of herself and swung her legs over the side of the bed and pushed herself away from him. “Stop hitting below the belt here.”
“I didn't mean to,” John launched himself from the bed and quickly wrapped his arms around her. She tried to wiggle out of his embrace but he held her tightly. “We've been away from each other for a long time Bri.”
“What's that supposed to mean John?” Brianna sighed, she couldn't help leaning back in his chest.
“I was hoping,” He kissed her neck lightly, he could feel the laugh rising in her throat.
“Not tonight John,” Brianna turned around and cupped his cheek in her hand “It's been a long day—for the both of us, we just need some sleep is all. Maybe I'll think about it in the morning.” John grinned as he swooped her up in his arms and carried her back to bed.
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 has a bonding moment with Gabriella as he and Brianna wait for John.
Warnings: Wrestling Violence, Cursing, Sex
Length: Medium
Word Count: 2,325
Chapter #: (2/20)
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
Randy sat propped up against the headboard of the bed in his hotel room. It was quiet as he placed down the magazine he was reading and rubbed his eyes with the heel of his palms. The day was long, with Brianna and Gabriella they drove five hours to get to the hotel at the time that John said he would be there. The usual dependable John had quickly become the undependable. The bus that the trio used to share was no where to be seen and John was refusing phone calls. Randy invited the exhausted mother and daughter to stay in his room, until John showed his face. Randy looked at Brianna, she lay sleeping quietly curled up next to him. His heart broke for her, in her vulnerable state of sleep he could see how wracked with pain she was. Her face grimaced at what ever she was dreaming about and pulled the blanket further up her shoulder. Gabriella let out a small cry from her bassinet and Randy froze. He didn't want to wake up Brianna, but he still wasn't comfortable around his god-daughter. He held his breath, hoping that it was just a cry in her sleep and that she wasn't hungry.
Gabriella let out a small strangled cry before beginning in earnest. Randy didn't know what to do, he looked over at Brianna who didn't move. “John” Brianna moaned in her sleep, Randy sighed holding back his anger for John and walked cautiously up to Gabby. Her little arms had escaped her blanket and were reaching up to him as she continued to cry. Slowly he reached into the bassinet and grabbed Gabby under her arms and lifted her up. Her cries lessened as Randy smiled at the little baby girl. She was a little more than a month old but still very small, and Randy felt like if he held her wrong he would break her. He folded her into his arms as she nestled easily in the crook of his arm. Breathing out a sigh of relief he sat down on the bed.
The baby let out one more quiet cry before yawning and snuggling into his arms. Randy smiled as he rubbed her cheek. He never noticed how much she looked like her mother, she had the same nose, the same petite mouth and oval face. Randy could already tell she had John's lung capacity and his eyes but nothing else seemed to shine through from his best friend, he wasn't sure if that was a good thing or not.
“Where is that father of yours Gabby?” Randy sighed as she grabbed his finger tightly “Looks like you've got your fathers strength as well. Let's hope you don't get his attitude later in life.”
“If you want her to answer Randy you're going to have to wait a year or so,” Brianna's voice croaked. Randy turned around carefully not wanting to compromise Gabriella. She smiled lightly as she rested on her arm.
“I didn't wake you did I?” Randy frowned, he knew she needed her rest. She should have slept through the night.
“No,” Brianna frowned “I—my dream woke me up.”
“You want to talk about it?” He asked slowly, he could guess what it was about. He looked down at Gabby—she had fallen back asleep her vice grip still on his finger.
“No point,” Brianna shrugged sitting up, she gathered the blankets over her lap. She held out her hands for her daughter. Randy smiled down at Gabriella as he moved closer to Brianna and slid the baby into her arms. “She wasn't hungry was she?”
“Just fussy,” He grinned as Gabriella wouldn't let go of his finger. “I think she doesn't want to let go.”
“She bonded with her god-father,” Brianna smiled as she removed Gabby's hand from Randy's finger. “She loves you already.”
Randy watched Brianna and could see her smile falter as she looked down at her daughter.
“You say that like it's a bad thing,” Randy placed a finger under her chin and lifted her face to look into his. “I'm not going to replace John in her life.”
“I know, she's not yours I don't expect you to if he doesn't step up,” Brianna laughed as Gabby moved adjusting herself.
“Now don't say that,” Randy frowned this time “You're not giving him a lot of credit. He's working hard to provide for you two. He's busy.”
“That doesn't make up for the fact that he hasn't seen his daughter!” Brianna hissed.
“Brianna,” Randy sighed pushing himself off of the bed. In a few strides he was at the window.
“Randall,” Brianna glared at his back. A part of her knew she wasn't giving John enough credit. She knew he was dedicated to his work, he couldn't visit Gabriella everyday she was in the ICU, once would've been enough. He left so soon after the birth they only had time to name her before he ran out of the hospital to catch a plane. Randy was able to stay, why couldn't John? Brianna frowned as she got up from the bed and placed Gabby back into her bassinet. She would feed her after she got food herself. Brianna walked up to Randy and placed a hand on his arm. He slowly turned around and wrapped her in his arms. He lightly kissed the top of her head. She could feel his body shudder as he sighed.
“John's here,” He said slowly. “I just saw the bus pull up and John get off.”
“He didn't have anyone following him did he?” Randy held Brianna at arms length and frowned at her and she smiled. “Yeah I know, he would never do that to me.”
“Do you want to go see him?” He studied her slowly. Brianna blinked quickly, he could tell she was trying not to cry. “I'll go see him first.” Randy leaned down and kissed the top of her head. “Get your stuff ready and feed Gabby. I'll go kick some sense into your fiance.”
John walked slowly up the hotel stairs, he was on the fourth floor but he didn't want to chance anyone running into him on the elevator. He heard enough from Randy over the phone, he didn't want to run into other friends and have them criticize his judgments. Slowly he adjusted the strap of his gear bag as it dug in his shoulder as he rounded the last turn heading up the last flight to the floor. He swallowed as his hand rested on the door knob. He knew Brianna and daughter would be on this floor, probably with Randy, he wasn't ready to see them. Head down he pulled open the door and walked into the hall with quick steps he stood in front of his door.
“Hello John,” John's spine stiffened, he could hear the anger in his best friends voice.
“Randy,” John said opening the door and going quickly into the room. Randy slipped in behind him before he got to close the door. Throwing down his bags he took a deep breath and turned toward his friend. “What can I do for you?”
“You've never been one to play dumb,” Randy folded his arms and scowled “Shouldn't you be holding your daughter in your arms and kissing your fiance? It's been what? Two weeks or so since you've seen them.”
John blanched. “How are they?”
“Why don't you go see for yourself?” Randy motioned to the door “We're right across the hall.”
His stomach was in his throat as he stood behind Randy waiting for him to open the door. Thoughts flashed in his mind: what would Brianna say? How would she react? Could he even hold his daughter properly? John's mouth went dry as the door opened, he could see the bassinet that his daughter lay in. His mind whirled and he could hear Randy calling out Brianna's name. His heart was beating fast enough that it echoed in his ears. Brianna poked her head out of the bathroom door and her face lit up at the sight of John. He held out his arms as she ran into them and wrapped her arms tightly around him.
“I've missed you,” Brianna's muffled voice came from his chest.
“Not as much as I've missed you,” John cupped her face in his hands and he leaned down and kissed her. He broke away as he felt a smile cross her lips. “I'm sorry,” He said quickly glancing at Randy. Randy scoffed as he sat back down on the bed. “I was scared.”
“You don't think I was?” Brianna backed away from John as her anger grew. She threw a glance at Randy who shook his head slowly. Taking a deep breath Brianna frowned at her fiance.
“Look, let's not do this. Come meet your daughter.”
John's heart jumped into his throat he was never very good with children, and the last nine months he hoped had been a very strange dream. He shuffled over to the bassinet and looked down at the baby. She was just stirring and reaching her hands up to him. His heart melted as he studied his baby girl. Gabby was the spitting image of her mother, her eyes popped open and he stared into his own crystal blue eyes. He smiled kindly at her as he made to reach for her, but stopped. Frowning he looked up at Brianna: “Can I hold her?”
“Of course you can! She's your daughter,” Brianna laughed as John leaned over and picked up his daughter. She started to wail as he brought her closer, but Brianna didn't move. John needed to get used to his daughter and she had to get used to him. She sat down on the bed next to Randy and smiled at him.
“What?” He frowned quickly at her before watching John with Gabby.
“I didn't think he would try to hold her so quickly,” Brianna said quietly. She watched John like a hawk too as he looked awkward holding his struggling child.
“He's not doing a very good job,” Randy shrugged picking up his previously discarded magazine.
“If I remember correctly you almost dropped my daughter the first time you held her,” Brianna glared at her friend who hid behind his magazine.
John stared into his daughter's eyes and he couldn't imagine why he would ever be scared about anything. He knew it was stupid to avoid Brianna and Gabriella while she sat in intensive care but John was never going to admit that out loud. Gabby had stopped wiggling in his arms and settled against his chest. He looked up and noticed Brianna watching him intently, he felt heat creep into his cheeks as she smiled at her. Standing up Brianna walked over to John, she grabbed Gabby's hand, standing on her tip-toes she kissed John.
John walked out of the bathroom in a pair of sleeping shorts and a towel over his shoulder. The room was quiet, he looked over at the bed and saw Brianna curled up sleeping and next to the bed was Gabriella in her bassinet dozing. Brianna had told him that Gabby was starting to sleep through the night but she wanted her close just in case. He frowned, he had already missed so much already not seeing her for a month. Luckily she wouldn't remember him not being around, so he was going to try to shrug it off as much as he could. Throwing the towel in the general direction of his gear bag he crawled into bed next to Brianna. She quickly turned over and tucked herself under his arm. He rubbed her shoulder lightly as she drew across his chest.
“I really did miss you,” John said slowly, he wasn't sure that Brianna really believed him.
“I know you did,” He felt her sigh as she stilled her hand on his chest. “I just—I needed you, and you weren't there for me. That's not like you.”
“This last year has really thrown me into a different perspective,” He shrugged “I was trying to do what I thought was right.”
“Staying away from your sick daughter was what you thought was right?” Brianna hissed as she raised herself up on her arms, she stared down at him in the dark. “What a stupid thing to say, what was right to be with her.”
“No,” John snapped sitting up quickly “What was right was to provide for her, and work. Those hospital bills weren't going to pay themselves. It's not like you're bringing in anything.”
“Christ John,” Brianna threw the covers off of herself and swung her legs over the side of the bed and pushed herself away from him. “Stop hitting below the belt here.”
“I didn't mean to,” John launched himself from the bed and quickly wrapped his arms around her. She tried to wiggle out of his embrace but he held her tightly. “We've been away from each other for a long time Bri.”
“What's that supposed to mean John?” Brianna sighed, she couldn't help leaning back in his chest.
“I was hoping,” He kissed her neck lightly, he could feel the laugh rising in her throat.
“Not tonight John,” Brianna turned around and cupped his cheek in her hand “It's been a long day—for the both of us, we just need some sleep is all. Maybe I'll think about it in the morning.” John grinned as he swooped her up in his arms and carried her back to bed.
