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Title: Nothing Can Tear Us Apart
Rating: R
Pairing/Character(s): John Cena/ Brianna
Summary: The back stage politics start to get to Brianna while Randy tells John what happened during RAW.
Warnings: cursing, hints of sex later on
Length: Medium
Word Count: 1,100
Chapter #: (11/50)
WIP or Complete: Work In Progress
Author's Note: It seems like I have to be in the right mood to work on this story. Turns out Cena losing the belt Sunday is getting me in the mood. So since I'm finally going to finish chapter 14 tonight I figured I would post the next part :)

Nothing Can Tear Us Apart

“Shawn what’s that supposed to mean?” Brianna asked quietly breaking away from Randy as she nervously bit her lip.

“Just walking here,” Shawn said slowly “You wouldn’t believe the banter that was going on!”

“I don’t want to know,” Brianna said the color draining from her cheeks as she cupped her mouth and quickly ran out of the room.

“I feel so bad for John and Brianna,” Shawn said quietly as he watched Brianna push Carlito and Charlie Haas out of her way. “What they are saying, it’s shocking!”

“What are they saying?” Randy asked looking at Shawn oddly.

“Well for one most of the--idiots—are trying to figure out how Shane was able to knock Brianna up behind John’s back, and a bunch of other horrible things,” Shawn sighed shaking his head. “I can’t believe we work with these fools!”

“I’m just happy that John’s not here,” Randy said sighing “He promised he wasn’t going to watch tonight, and I have a feeling he didn’t, I didn’t get a call right after
Brianna’s match. I just don’t want to have to tell him what Shane’s spreading.”

“You’re not going to let Brianna do it?” Shawn asked cocking his head to the side.

“No way,” Randy said quickly “Last time Brianna tried to reason with John about what
happened on RAW he almost hit her!”

“He wouldn’t?” Shawn asked surprised.

“Sadly,” Randy said shaking his head as he sat down in the metal chair “He drank the
mini bar empty that night, scared us all half to death. He and Brianna had a huge
fight over RAW that night.”

“Poor Bri,” Shawn said quietly. “At least we’ve been given the leave to go, so I think we should take Brianna home before something else happens.”

“What else could happen,” She said weakly as she leaned against the door frame.

“Bri,” Randy smiled kindly as he picked her up, she rested her head on his shoulder as
he smiled at Shawn. “Her bags in the corner, it’s a good thing the hotel is right
across the way,” Randy smiled kindly at Brianna sleeping. “I couldn’t bear to put her
in a car sleeping.”

“C’mon let’s just get her back to John,” Shawn said quietly picking up Brianna’s bag
as he followed Randy out of the locker room.

“John,” Randy said kicking the door lightly as he adjusted Brianna in his arms. “Open the door man.”

“Jeez Randy give someone time,” John said quickly flinging open the door. “What’s wrong with Bri?” He asked quickly as he took her from Randy’s arms.

“Over excitement?” Randy smiled weakly as he picked up the suitcase that Shawn had left by the door before he ran off back to the arena.

“Don’t lie,” John frowned “Can you get the sheets?”

“Yeah,” Randy said untucking them as he looked at John slowly.

“Tell me,” John said quietly as he placed her lightly on the bed. “And don’t make me
beat it out of you.” He added removing her shoes.

“Okay well I think we best talk outside the hotel,” Randy said slowly as he frowned at

“Is it that bad?” John asked worriedly.

“We’ll see,” Randy said weakly.

With a worried glance at Brianna, John followed Randy out of the room and down the three flights of stairs to the back where their bus was parked. Randy ran his fingers through his short hair as he looked at his best friend. He wasn’t really sure how to tell John what went down at RAW; it would break his heart to hear what Brianna now has to say.

“Okay look John, I—we had no control over this what so ever,” Randy said swallowing hard as he paced back and forth. “By the time it happened there was no use for damage control.”

“Randy,” John said gripping his shoulders tightly as he looked him square in the eye. “Tell me what happened.”

“Well—Brianna was able to get out of the match,” He said smiling weakly.

“That’s what you wanted to tell me?” John said laughing nervously “Wow I thought it
was something bad, something Shane had done! You seriously scared me there.”

“That’s not all,”

“Oh? What else could’ve happened?” John asked quietly.

“Brianna could only get out of the match if she told—Shane’s truth,” Randy stuttered

“Shane’s truth about what Randy?” John said through gritted teeth.

“Brianna had to tell the whole arena—and everyone watching, that the baby she was
carrying was his and not yours,” Randy said quickly.

John blinked slowly as he held onto his friends shoulders for support. He laughed nervously as Randy held him yup.

“That’s--that’s a good one Randy,” John said laughing pointing at him as he still held onto his shoulder for support “Good one, nice prank, where is everyone? Huh? Trying to give me and Brianna a good laugh?”

“John,” Randy said seriously looking his friend dead in the eyes “This is no joke, according to Shane, Brianna’s baby is his.”

“Hehehe,” John laughed out nervously “Oh god. Randy what are we going to do?”

“We’ll take care of this,” Randy said gripping John’s shoulders forcing him to look at him. “We will be able to fix this, two more weeks Brianna is off of the air forever, we’ll settle her down in Massachusetts and we’ll never hear of this again! They drop story lines out of no where before; I don’t see why they can’t do it now!”

“John,” Brianna groaned as she rolled over under the sheets. “What?” She sat up quickly and looked around the dark room. “How did I get here?”

She threw the covers off of herself as she swung her legs over the side of the bed. Groaning she pushed herself off of the bed as she stumbled toward the bathroom. Flicking on the light she shivered as she entered the cold bathroom. Leaning against the counter she looked at herself in the mirror. The little make-up that she wore for the match was tear stained, her hair looked like a rats nest, her shirt was ripped and she had a stain on her pants.

“I look like shit,” She sighed picking up her hairbrush as she tried to brush out the knots her hair was in.

“Brianna?” John called out loudly as she heard the room door open.

“John,” She said frantically as she ran out of the bathroom and into his arms. “John
I’m sorry, I couldn’t do anything!”

“It’s okay,” John said soothingly as he rubbed her back “It’s okay; I know what
happened Randy told me. We’ll figure something out. You’re only going to be on TV for
another two weeks people will forget about all of this.”

“I hope that’s the case,” She said as she rubbed the tears from her face as she looked
away from him. “I look like shit.”

“You look beautiful,” John smiled kissing her lightly “C’mon I’ll run you a bath.”

Comming Soon: Fire Ball & Stay Away
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