The Heights Of Love
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shattered_ficsTitle: The Heights Of Love
Rating: PG-13
Pairing/Character(s): John Cena/OC (Shawn Michaels, HHH and Shane will make regular apperances)
Summary: Brianna finds a cyrptic message in the bus when she grabs something for John, while during the last RAW before the PPV, Shane shocks everyone by letting something slip.
Warnings: WWE Story Lines
Length: Medium
Word Count: 1,583
Chapter #: (30/?)
WIP or Complete: Work In Progress
Author's Note: The Plot Thickens.
A/N #2: So here's a new chapter! Only three more chapters till The Ambulance Match...excited?
Brianna ran quickly toward the bus with the umbrella over her head protecting her from the down pour of rain that seemed never ending. John and Brianna were just about to leave for RAW, when John realized that he had left his shoes under the bed, and Brianna offered to get them for him. Taking her keys out from her pocket she unlocked the bus door and climbed in. Shaking out her umbrella she closed it and laid it at the bottom of the stairs as she shut the door behind her.
Flicking on the lights she brushed her wet bangs out of the way and she quickly walked through the bus to get to the bed room. After reaching under the bed she pulled out John’s wrestling sneakers. Standing up she quickly left the room. As she walked past the table she saw a note laying on top of it that didn’t seem to be there before. Biting her lip she placed his shoes down in one of the chairs as she reached for the note.
Unfolding it her eyes scanned the note slowly; her brow frowned as she read the letter over and over. Lightning flashed outside as she looked up. Tears welled in her eyes as she crumpled the letter in her hand. Slowly she fell to her knees, as she looked up at the ceiling. She wasn’t going to tell him, he wasn’t going to know till it was time.
“Bri,” Came a soft voice, it seemed to far away.
“John,” Brianna said shoving the note in her back pocket as she looked up at him.
“What’s wrong?” He asked kneeling in front of her.
“Nothing,” She said wiping the tears away with the back of her hand. “I just got a little emotional.”
“You sure you’re okay?” John asked as she finally looked up at him as she nodded lightly.
“Yeah don’t worry about me,” She said quickly standing up. “I got your shoes!”
“I see that,” John said smiling lightly. “Car’s ready, you coming?”
“Of course,” She smiled weakly at him as another large clap out thunder sounded followed by a strike of lightning not to far off.
“Strong storm,” John said casually as Brianna stared out the window as John drove to the arena.
“Yeah,” She said blankly.
“Babe are you sure you’re okay?” John asked looking at her as he stopped at a red light. “You haven’t been the same since I got you off the bus.”
“Oh yeah,” She said smiling weakly as she nodded. “I’m just thinking you know.”
“Okay,” John said slowly as he turned into the arena parking lot.
“I don’t get it Hunter,” John sighed running his hand down his face as he looked up at him. They were sitting in Hunters locker room as Brianna was with Stephanie having dinner in the catering room. “Something has scared her, but she won’t tell
me what.”
“You sure she’s just not getting nervous about the Pay-per-view? It is next week,” Hunter supplied.
“Oh please don’t remind me,” John said shaking his head. “They haven’t even told us who is going to win yet.”
“When do you think you’ll find out?” He asked slowly.
“Hopefully tonight,” John sighed “They need to tell me first, because I don’t want her to get the news, I can only imagine what it’ll do to her.”
“Well I’m sure it’s not as bad as you think,” Hunter smiled weakly. “Have they told you the stipulations yet?”
“Yes,” John sighed. “She didn’t take to kindly to those that’s for sure. But I have a feeling to carry this on for a while, he’s going to win.”
“John you can’t believe that can you?” Hunter said sadly.
“What else to have I to believe?” John frowned.
“Stephanie I found this,” Brianna sighed sliding the note across the table to her. “I think you can imagine who wrote this.”
“Bri,” Stephanie said slowly as she read the note.
“Is it true?” She asked holding back her tears.
“Brianna,” Stephanie said handing her back the note “We don’t know yet.”
“How can you not know?” She asked through gritted teeth.
“This is the only thing we don’t know for the pay-per-view,” She sighed. “I’m really sorry Brianna but I don’t know what to say. I’ve been trying to push for this not to happen, but they want what ever we can get more story lines out of.”
“So you’re saying basically he’s going to win,” She said anxiously “Stephanie, that can’t happen!”
“I know it can’t,” She said leaning forward. “Dad has told the writers to ignore everything that Shane has done outside of the ring,”
“So your Dad is putting my life and my unborn child’s life in Shane’s hands?” Brianna said shocked.
“In a way,” Stephanie said biting her lip. “Look Brianna if this does happen; I will do everything in my power to have Paul there with you throughout it all. I’m not going to leave you and Shane alone, ever!”
“Thanks Stephanie,” Brianna said smiling for the first time today. “Now I just have to deal with Shane challenging John to an Ambulance Match tonight. Thank god John’s not going to be in the ring. I’ve already talked with him about it. He’s just going to accept from the top of the ramp.”
“That’s good, those stitches would come undone easily if he got into a fight with Shane, and I’m sure he doesn’t want them in his head longer,” Stephanie laughed.
“No he doesn’t, he flinches every time he touches them,” Brianna smiled.
“At least he’s healing now,” Stephanie smiled. “It’s better than nothing.”
“It’s just going to be really hard when those things get opened again during the ambulance match next week,” She sighed resting her head on his hand. “I just want this over with.”
“It won’t be over anytime soon,” John sighed sitting at the table with Brianna and Stephanie.
“What makes you say that?” Brianna asked looking at him slowly.
“Just think, if they get Shane to win, it’ll be more story lines they could use,” John frowned “Right Steph?”
“Exactly,” She said nodding, as she glanced at Brianna who shook her head.
“Bri c’mon we’ve go to go get ready,” John said reaching for her hand.
“I’ll talk to you later Brianna,” Stephanie said smiling as she walked off.
“C’mon John,” Randy said knocking on John’s locker room door. “We’re all supposed to be on the ramp.”
“Why?” Brianna asked slipping on her sweatshirt.
“I’m not sure,” Randy frowned. “Mr. McMahon came by my locker room and told me.”
“You’re not going to have a match are you?” John asked as she wrapped his arm around Brianna’s shoulders as they walked toward the entrance ramp.
“I hope not, I’m not scheduled for a match,” Randy sighed. “I suppose I’m just there to guard Brianna.”
They stood waiting watching the monitor watching Shane explain his actions and showing video clips of the past month. Brianna bit her lip worried about what would happen, as John wrapped his arm around her shoulder and held her tight.
“John!” Shane yelled out onto the mic as Hunter stood quietly behind him, “I know you’re here Cena! I’m calling out you out, get you’re ass out here!”
“That’s our cue,” John said grabbing the mic from the stage hand as his music echoed through out the arena.
“Shane what are you yapping at,” John said into the mic as he held tightly onto Brianna’s hand with Randy standing behind them.
“I’m yapping that you’re such a lousy boyfriend,” Shane laughed “Oh excuse me fiancé.”
John’s eyes widened as he looked at Brianna who looking back at Randy. Brianna looked toward Hunter, who was looking stunned.
“He wasn’t supposed to say anything,” Brianna said into John’s ear quickly as John nodded lightly.
“What does that have to do with anything,” John said shaking his head.
“It has to do with a great deal of everything,” Shane laughed walking around the ring. “It has to do with the challenge I’m going to give you. For Vengeance John,
I’m challenging you to an Ambulance Match! And if I win, Brianna is mine!”
“John don’t do it,” Brianna said holding lightly onto his arm, it was her line but she really didn’t want him to do it. “Please don’t.”
“Brianna I’m sorry,” John said slowly. “Shane, I accept!” John yelled into the mic he said throwing the mic down as they walked off into the back.
“Why did he say you two where engaged?” Randy asked quickly as they walked back to John’s locker room.
“I don’t know,” Brianna said biting her lip. “Mr. McMahon doesn’t even know.”
“He does now,” John sighed sitting in a chair. “This—can’t be good at all.”
“That Bastard!” Hunter said furiously as he walked into John’s locker room. “I swear I had no clue he was going to mention that.”
“Well Bri,” Randy said smirking “Looks like the twelve year old girls are going to hate you.”
“Shut up Randy,” Brianna said laughing.
“But look on the bright side,” Hunter said smiling kindly “You don’t wear your ring, so for all Vince knows it was something they added into the story line.”
“That’s what we can hope,” John sighed.
“Now all we have to do is wait for the Ambulance Match, and find out who’s going to win,” Brianna sighed, as Hunter and Randy exchanged glances as John sat next to Brianna.
Rating: PG-13
Pairing/Character(s): John Cena/OC (Shawn Michaels, HHH and Shane will make regular apperances)
Summary: Brianna finds a cyrptic message in the bus when she grabs something for John, while during the last RAW before the PPV, Shane shocks everyone by letting something slip.
Warnings: WWE Story Lines
Length: Medium
Word Count: 1,583
Chapter #: (30/?)
WIP or Complete: Work In Progress
Author's Note: The Plot Thickens.
A/N #2: So here's a new chapter! Only three more chapters till The Ambulance Match...excited?
Brianna ran quickly toward the bus with the umbrella over her head protecting her from the down pour of rain that seemed never ending. John and Brianna were just about to leave for RAW, when John realized that he had left his shoes under the bed, and Brianna offered to get them for him. Taking her keys out from her pocket she unlocked the bus door and climbed in. Shaking out her umbrella she closed it and laid it at the bottom of the stairs as she shut the door behind her.
Flicking on the lights she brushed her wet bangs out of the way and she quickly walked through the bus to get to the bed room. After reaching under the bed she pulled out John’s wrestling sneakers. Standing up she quickly left the room. As she walked past the table she saw a note laying on top of it that didn’t seem to be there before. Biting her lip she placed his shoes down in one of the chairs as she reached for the note.
Unfolding it her eyes scanned the note slowly; her brow frowned as she read the letter over and over. Lightning flashed outside as she looked up. Tears welled in her eyes as she crumpled the letter in her hand. Slowly she fell to her knees, as she looked up at the ceiling. She wasn’t going to tell him, he wasn’t going to know till it was time.
“Bri,” Came a soft voice, it seemed to far away.
“John,” Brianna said shoving the note in her back pocket as she looked up at him.
“What’s wrong?” He asked kneeling in front of her.
“Nothing,” She said wiping the tears away with the back of her hand. “I just got a little emotional.”
“You sure you’re okay?” John asked as she finally looked up at him as she nodded lightly.
“Yeah don’t worry about me,” She said quickly standing up. “I got your shoes!”
“I see that,” John said smiling lightly. “Car’s ready, you coming?”
“Of course,” She smiled weakly at him as another large clap out thunder sounded followed by a strike of lightning not to far off.
“Strong storm,” John said casually as Brianna stared out the window as John drove to the arena.
“Yeah,” She said blankly.
“Babe are you sure you’re okay?” John asked looking at her as he stopped at a red light. “You haven’t been the same since I got you off the bus.”
“Oh yeah,” She said smiling weakly as she nodded. “I’m just thinking you know.”
“Okay,” John said slowly as he turned into the arena parking lot.
“I don’t get it Hunter,” John sighed running his hand down his face as he looked up at him. They were sitting in Hunters locker room as Brianna was with Stephanie having dinner in the catering room. “Something has scared her, but she won’t tell
me what.”
“You sure she’s just not getting nervous about the Pay-per-view? It is next week,” Hunter supplied.
“Oh please don’t remind me,” John said shaking his head. “They haven’t even told us who is going to win yet.”
“When do you think you’ll find out?” He asked slowly.
“Hopefully tonight,” John sighed “They need to tell me first, because I don’t want her to get the news, I can only imagine what it’ll do to her.”
“Well I’m sure it’s not as bad as you think,” Hunter smiled weakly. “Have they told you the stipulations yet?”
“Yes,” John sighed. “She didn’t take to kindly to those that’s for sure. But I have a feeling to carry this on for a while, he’s going to win.”
“John you can’t believe that can you?” Hunter said sadly.
“What else to have I to believe?” John frowned.
“Stephanie I found this,” Brianna sighed sliding the note across the table to her. “I think you can imagine who wrote this.”
“Bri,” Stephanie said slowly as she read the note.
“Is it true?” She asked holding back her tears.
“Brianna,” Stephanie said handing her back the note “We don’t know yet.”
“How can you not know?” She asked through gritted teeth.
“This is the only thing we don’t know for the pay-per-view,” She sighed. “I’m really sorry Brianna but I don’t know what to say. I’ve been trying to push for this not to happen, but they want what ever we can get more story lines out of.”
“So you’re saying basically he’s going to win,” She said anxiously “Stephanie, that can’t happen!”
“I know it can’t,” She said leaning forward. “Dad has told the writers to ignore everything that Shane has done outside of the ring,”
“So your Dad is putting my life and my unborn child’s life in Shane’s hands?” Brianna said shocked.
“In a way,” Stephanie said biting her lip. “Look Brianna if this does happen; I will do everything in my power to have Paul there with you throughout it all. I’m not going to leave you and Shane alone, ever!”
“Thanks Stephanie,” Brianna said smiling for the first time today. “Now I just have to deal with Shane challenging John to an Ambulance Match tonight. Thank god John’s not going to be in the ring. I’ve already talked with him about it. He’s just going to accept from the top of the ramp.”
“That’s good, those stitches would come undone easily if he got into a fight with Shane, and I’m sure he doesn’t want them in his head longer,” Stephanie laughed.
“No he doesn’t, he flinches every time he touches them,” Brianna smiled.
“At least he’s healing now,” Stephanie smiled. “It’s better than nothing.”
“It’s just going to be really hard when those things get opened again during the ambulance match next week,” She sighed resting her head on his hand. “I just want this over with.”
“It won’t be over anytime soon,” John sighed sitting at the table with Brianna and Stephanie.
“What makes you say that?” Brianna asked looking at him slowly.
“Just think, if they get Shane to win, it’ll be more story lines they could use,” John frowned “Right Steph?”
“Exactly,” She said nodding, as she glanced at Brianna who shook her head.
“Bri c’mon we’ve go to go get ready,” John said reaching for her hand.
“I’ll talk to you later Brianna,” Stephanie said smiling as she walked off.
“C’mon John,” Randy said knocking on John’s locker room door. “We’re all supposed to be on the ramp.”
“Why?” Brianna asked slipping on her sweatshirt.
“I’m not sure,” Randy frowned. “Mr. McMahon came by my locker room and told me.”
“You’re not going to have a match are you?” John asked as she wrapped his arm around Brianna’s shoulders as they walked toward the entrance ramp.
“I hope not, I’m not scheduled for a match,” Randy sighed. “I suppose I’m just there to guard Brianna.”
They stood waiting watching the monitor watching Shane explain his actions and showing video clips of the past month. Brianna bit her lip worried about what would happen, as John wrapped his arm around her shoulder and held her tight.
“John!” Shane yelled out onto the mic as Hunter stood quietly behind him, “I know you’re here Cena! I’m calling out you out, get you’re ass out here!”
“That’s our cue,” John said grabbing the mic from the stage hand as his music echoed through out the arena.
“Shane what are you yapping at,” John said into the mic as he held tightly onto Brianna’s hand with Randy standing behind them.
“I’m yapping that you’re such a lousy boyfriend,” Shane laughed “Oh excuse me fiancé.”
John’s eyes widened as he looked at Brianna who looking back at Randy. Brianna looked toward Hunter, who was looking stunned.
“He wasn’t supposed to say anything,” Brianna said into John’s ear quickly as John nodded lightly.
“What does that have to do with anything,” John said shaking his head.
“It has to do with a great deal of everything,” Shane laughed walking around the ring. “It has to do with the challenge I’m going to give you. For Vengeance John,
I’m challenging you to an Ambulance Match! And if I win, Brianna is mine!”
“John don’t do it,” Brianna said holding lightly onto his arm, it was her line but she really didn’t want him to do it. “Please don’t.”
“Brianna I’m sorry,” John said slowly. “Shane, I accept!” John yelled into the mic he said throwing the mic down as they walked off into the back.
“Why did he say you two where engaged?” Randy asked quickly as they walked back to John’s locker room.
“I don’t know,” Brianna said biting her lip. “Mr. McMahon doesn’t even know.”
“He does now,” John sighed sitting in a chair. “This—can’t be good at all.”
“That Bastard!” Hunter said furiously as he walked into John’s locker room. “I swear I had no clue he was going to mention that.”
“Well Bri,” Randy said smirking “Looks like the twelve year old girls are going to hate you.”
“Shut up Randy,” Brianna said laughing.
“But look on the bright side,” Hunter said smiling kindly “You don’t wear your ring, so for all Vince knows it was something they added into the story line.”
“That’s what we can hope,” John sighed.
“Now all we have to do is wait for the Ambulance Match, and find out who’s going to win,” Brianna sighed, as Hunter and Randy exchanged glances as John sat next to Brianna.
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Date: 2006-09-05 03:44 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-09-05 03:46 pm (UTC)Nikki
Date: 2006-09-05 05:45 pm (UTC)Re: Nikki
Date: 2006-09-06 12:43 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-09-07 05:53 am (UTC)I loved it sooo much (think I loved it enough, yet?) that you inspired me to embark on my own writing adventure that I posted to cena_fics. It's a work in progress, but it's fun to fantasize, right?
Haha.
Keep up the awesome work!
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Date: 2006-09-07 06:07 pm (UTC)Thank you, I'll try too