The day had been absolutely crazy, 2 media meetings, all three boys participated, along with several others. The majority of the talk was about the drafts picks and how the guys felt about it. Well, of course they were going to say they were cool with it, and for all she knew, maybe they all were. Vince had been at the first one and had noticed her standing in the back, even though she was trying very hard to be unobtrusive. He waved her over and said he was glad to see her. He just made her skin crawl, she couldn’t help it. Shane didn’t do that to her, he was more honest in his dealings with her. That must be why, she surmised. After each meeting there was always time made for the fans. The three guys that she was traveling with happened to be fan favorites, so they stayed a lot later than the rest of the superstars.

She was glad the day was over because she was exhausted. She had almost fallen asleep in the locker room, until John knocked on the door. Hunter answered it in his ring mode since he growled as he opened the door. She always thought of him as many different people inside one body, Triple H and The Game were for TV and they were ruthless assholes. He was Hunter to all the guys in Evolution, away from the camera and mostly human, she smiled thinking of some of his antics. Big blonde brother Hunter to her, and a completely different Hunter to Nan He blocked the door, so she didn’t know who it was until he turned to her and asked if she wanted to see Cena. That woke her up. She didn’t see the expression that Hunter gave David regarding their unexpected visitor. If she did, she would have seen an irritated questioning look, followed by a stern paternal glance at her.

She was confused by John’s visit. What did he want? She thought she had explained his schedule changes thoroughly. She grabbed her portable that was always close at hand and met him at the door. She missed David folding his arms and flexing while staring a hole in the back of her head.

“Hey,” he said as she came to the door, under Hunter’s arm or maybe he was Triple H, she wasn’t sure, as he held it open for her. Hunter stepped back for her privacy and also to join David in the intimidation of Cena. John wasn’t blind; he saw the glares directed his way from her protectors.

“Did I forget something,” she asked.

“What? Oh, no. I just don’t understand some of this stuff that’s written down for tomorrow,” he said honestly. He had the sheet of paper she had printed for him in his hand and held it out to her.

“Oh, okay. What’s confusing,” she asked him. She leaned in to read the itinerary that he was holding. He almost forgot what he was going to ask her about when she did that.

“Um, what does this mean? Does it really mean 7 am?” He pointed to the notes at the top of the list. He hoped not, he was dead ass tired and could use a little sleep before the final stretch of this trip.

“Yeah, sorry. Nasty flight tomorrow, and that airport is another one that’s notorious for being sticklers about security. You should be able to catch some sleep on the flight. But I would seriously consider snagging some room service before if you can. That’s what RM/SV means. Sorry I am so cryptic sometimes,” she apologized. “We do get a real lunch, even if it’s a little late, so if you snooze and forgo the early food, you can get some food mid day. Does that make sense to you?” she asked.

“Yeah, I think so,” he said. He had a hard time concentrating on anything she said to him. He was trying hard to not stare, but he couldn’t ignore her scent. He didn’t know what it was, but is suited her perfectly and it scattered his brain.

“Okay. Let me know if any of my other notes don’t make sense. I forgot that you haven’t had to cope with my itineraries before,” she smiled at him to let him know it was partly her fault for not being clearer.

“Okay, thanks,” he said. He didn’t know what else to say, but he didn’t want to go back to the main locker room yet either.

“Good luck tonight, John,” she said smile, backing away from him in preparation to going back into Evolution’s locker room. He knew he was being dismissed.

“Thanks. Thanks for all your help on this, you’ve saved me a few times already,” he acknowledged. He smiled at her and left her to her fierce protectors. He didn’t know what else to do.

Later, as Hunter and David were stretching and waiting to go out to the ring, but well outside of ear shot from their locker room, Hunter said, “What do we do about Cena?”

“I don’t know,” David admitted. He had never had to deal with this complication before with Carrie. She always stayed away from the rest of the company, or more correctly they stayed away from her. He had been the ass that invited Cena on this trip, now how was he going to fix it.

“I can tell you one thing. I didn’t have much sympathy for dads and their daughters until the last couple of days. I know, you will be experiencing this soon, but this shit is all new to me. I want to beat shit out of him for even thinking about it,” Hunter said quietly.

“So, are you telling me this is good practice for Liz,” David asked.

“Hell, no. If a guy like Cena came around Liz I’d expect you to beat the shit out of him too,” Hunter grinned.

“My wife said something odd to me when I told her that Cena was with us this weekend, and I’m still trying to figure it. Maybe, nah. We’ll figure something out. Do we know if Lil’ Sis even cares,” David asked his mentor.

“Why are you asking me about women? That one in particular? I still haven’t got Nan all the way figured out yet. Carrie is completely different, so I haven’t got a clue what’s going on with her most of the time,” Hunter said.

“That’s not what I was hoping to hear. Her sister and she are so different in many things. I don’t know if Carrie is interested in him or if she’ll be pissed if we scare him away or what. Man, I wish Rick were here. He’s dealt with this kind of stuff before,” David complained.

“Yeah, but if Rick were here, Cena wouldn’t be in the picture and we’d be one big happy family again,” Hunter reminded him.

“Hey, sounds like they’re playing your song, Buddy. See you in the ring,” David said.

“Yeah, later,” was all he said as he walked away and switched in to The Game.

Traffic leaving the arena was bad, partly because of the local roads and partly because of the rain. They were barely moving, so she had a lot of time to think. She was too tired to bother with plugging into some tunes. She just closed her eyes so she could close out all the distractions of the day. She just wanted the day to end so she could find a few hours to sleep. She was irritated with her body’s monthly timing. It wasn’t behaving the way she thought it should and she was starting to think the damn doctor might be right when she had told her that she wasn’t menstruating due to some long forgotten word, she’d have to look it up when she had the time and energy. It was basically because she didn’t give herself any reserves, what did the doctor say again; physical stress, similar to military basic training. Well that didn’t make any sense, she wasn’t in the military and she didn’t beat herself up that much during her workouts. They put her on the weekly patch to help regulate her, but all it was doing was giving her cramps so far. Why did she get cramps and cravings if nothing was going to happen, she wondered. She didn’t have to worry about the birth control aspect of it. Trust her to get some weird ass disease that no one’s heard of before. Maybe they’d name it after her. Whatever. She knew she didn’t want to go through more tests. She’d look it up later. She could hear the boys speaking about their matches tonight, going over some of the mistakes and how to adjust so it didn’t happen again. She hadn’t head John speak in a while, she thought to herself. She did hear Hunter laughing about some sign he saw in the crowd, something about being his bitch, is that what he said?

David looked over to Carrie and realized she was asleep. She had been leaning on him for a while, but he wasn’t sure if she was resting or completely out. He had noticed she looked very tired, even before their match. It didn’t stop her from being there afterwards, with the water, towel and phone. He shifted in his seat slowly, so she could slide down and use his leg instead of shoulder as a pillow. As soon as he did, her head started to slide so he gently set her head down on his leg. She didn’t stir. She must really be beat, he thought. That sometimes woke her, but not this time. David made sure to put his arm across her hips to keep her from falling off the seat. Hunter had watched her fall asleep, too. He moderated his tone so he didn’t disturb her either. They both knew how hard she worked and how little sleep she usually got. David and Hunter exchanged a long look, knowing she would probably be out for the duration of the ride or longer.

John hadn’t spoken in a while, he was tired too. But he was envious of David having her sleep on him. This was a new side to Evolution, a side that most didn’t ever see, he realized. They were quiet so they wouldn’t disturb her. He knew some of his other traveling buddies would have made sure to make as much noise as possible to wake who ever was unfortunate enough to fall asleep. He thought about that fact for a while as he listened to the rain pound on the roof.

The car finally pulled into the hotel and stopped. Hunter got out first and motioned John to get out next. Carrie hadn’t stirred when the car stopped. David reached over and pulled her into his arms and got out of the car. They were under cover, thankfully. He shifted her gently so she’d be more comfortable. She still hadn’t stirred. He walked back to the trunk where Hunter and John were picking up their bags.

“Can you grab mine for me,“ David asked John quietly.

John nodded in response to his request. He saw how carefully David was carrying her. It was kind of surprising that the big man could be so gentle. Hunter had grabbed his bag and hers. He led the way through the quiet lobby to the elevators. John saw one of her shoes fall off in the lobby and bent down to grab it. He was amazed at how tiny it was.

“Thank God it’s late. No crowds,” was all Hunter said quietly once they were in the elevator. David nodded in agreement. John still hadn’t said anything. They got off the elevator on their floor, without seeing anyone else. John couldn’t imagine the ire of the two if anyone was foolish enough to wake their little sister.

Hunter asked, “What room number, do you know?”

“Can’t remember shit. Her card is always in the front pocket,” he supplied. Hunter set the bags down and unzipped the front pocket of her bag.

“Got it. Number 727,” Hunter said turning down the hall. Neither of them had spoken much above a whisper. Once they reached the door, Hunter used her card and opened the door. David walked in with her still safe in his arms. Hunter started to follow until he realized John was right on his heels. He turned and put his palm flat on the other man’s chest, telling him wordlessly to stay outside. John still had David’s bags, so he couldn’t really go back to his room yet anyway. He nodded his understanding and leaned against the wall and waited, wondering if they’d be very long. He was still turning over in his mind how they protected and cared for her, while she did the same, albeit in different ways. He had no idea that this was how Evolution was behind the scenes. He just thought they were a bunch of arrogant pricks. It made him feel better to know his buddy hadn’t turned in to a prick. He should’ve known he wouldn’t have.

Hunter and David took in Carrie’s immaculate room, complete with her clothing laid out for tomorrow. Hunter put her smaller bag next to her other case, so she’d know where to find it. David knew she needed to be put in to bed, if she was going to get any sleep at all, but he had never asked Hunter to help him before. The few other times he had to do it, Rick had helped him. He looked over to Hunter to see if he could get his point across without risking waking her up by speaking.

Hunter nodded his understanding and walked over to the bed, pulling the bedding back, exposing the sheets. David laid her gently down, she still didn’t stir. That was starting to worry him a little. He took off her remaining shoe, remembering that Cena had the other. He took a deep breath and reached up under her skirt and took her stockings off gently, one at a time, careful not to snag or tear them. Hunter hadn’t said a word yet, but he reached over and took her watch off and laid it on the bedside table for her. David took another deep breath and slid his hands underneath and up her legs so he could slide her tiny slip and skirt down. Both of them were surprised that she was wearing the smallest pair of neon green panties they’d ever seen, but neither said a word. They both noticed how slim and angular she looked. Their frowns were similar. Neither had realized how tiny she had become. It was worrying to both of them as their eyes met. David pulled the covers up and over her. David folder her slip and skirt and left them for her on top of her smaller case. He wasn’t really sure what to do with her stockings, so he left them there too. They both did a quick glance to make sure they hadn’t forgotten anything and left her to sleep.

It wasn’t until the door locked behind them that Hunter remembered Cena still had her shoe. He was leaning against the hall, waiting for them. He handed the shoe to David and said, “Sorry, I forgot to give this to you earlier.”

“Thanks, I’ll give it to her tomorrow,” he said as he reached for it and his bag. “Thanks for carrying my bag,” he said to the tired man.

John nodded and was about to leave when he asked, “So, what took you guys so long?”

Hunter glared at him and wasn’t going to answer, but David said, “We wanted to make sure she’d get some sleep, so we put her to bed.”

John’s eyes widened a little as David’s meaning sunk in. He just nodded and turned toward his room, knowing he needed to get away from Hunter, judging by his expression. He was surprised by David’s answer, but knew he shouldn’t be. It fit with everything else they had done. Both of the big men looked out for her as much as she looked out for them, he realized. It really was a family in some ways. He wasn’t sure if they were conscious of that, but it was there all the same. More to think about, he knew.

After John had disappeared into his room, Hunter asked, “Remind me to beat the hell out of him, will ya?”

“Screw that. Remind me to make sure she eats more,” David declared.

“That’s a deal, buddy,” Hunter said. David put his card in to his door, two doors down from Carrie. Hunter was in the next one down.

“See ya bright and fucking early,” Hunter said as his door opened.

“Yeah,” David said in response. He walked into his room and picked up the courtesy phone. He requested wake up calls for room numbers 727 and 731 at 5 am. He wasn’t sure if she had already done it, but he wanted to make sure. She might actually sleep that long, he hoped.

***

Sunday

Recalling his wife’s words that morning, as they waited for their car to the airport, he thought he’d try her suggestion. Hunter will shit, he thought grinning to himself. He looked over to Carrie and John, both were quiet and waiting. She was sitting down and John wasn’t far from her standing near, almost hovering. He didn’t know if his friend was conscious of his actions, but he noticed them. So did Hunter. Hunter reached into his carry on and pulled out an apple. He walked over to Lil’ Sis and handed her the apple with out a word. She took it from him without meeting his eyes and bit into it. He nodded to her and walked away. Hunter walked back to David and said, “What else you got that we can stuff into her this morning?”

“I snagged some fruit from the room service tray too. I’ll throw it at her once we’re on board,” he told his friend. Hunter nodded at the news and continued to wait for the car. Carrie finished her apple and got up to throw away the core as she saw their car pull up. Tossing it in to the garbage she said to the waiting men, “It’s here, finally.” None of them said anything, just quietly gathered their bags and loaded them into the trunk, knowing that today was a busy one.

Time to put Kris’ plan into to action, David thought to himself. He sat next to Hunter, in Rick’s usual spot. That forced John to sit next to Carrie. Hunter was surprised but didn’t say anything, yet. He just glared at him, through his shades. Carrie looked up in surprise and alarm at him, knowing that John would be forced to sit next to her. John just rolled with the change since he was a visitor and got in next to Carrie.

She made sure to plug in her tunes for the car ride to the airport, using both ear pieces. She was worried what she might say and didn’t want to encourage conversation this morning. She was still very tired, even though she had over five hours of sleep.

All went surprisingly well at the airport and security. They were in their seats and buckled in record time. She was protected by Hunter and David again. Before take off, David opened up his carry on and brought out an orange and a nectarine and put them both on her lap silently.

“What? Now wait a minute, damn it. You guys are just being silly. You saw I ate the apple, on top of my own breakfast. You can’t expect me to eat both of these too,” she demanded of David. He had taken his seat and didn’t say a word in response to her question. He just looked at her. Hunter had joined in the abuse, as she saw it, by just staring a hole in her too. “If I explode, it’ll be on your conscience,” she warned them both. Neither had said a word or looked away.

“Carrie, just eat them,” John had turned around in his seat and joined in. “You won’t explode, the cabin’s pressurized enough to stop that from happening,” he grinned and quickly sat back down and looked forward. Carrie missed Hunter’s eyebrow quirk up to David, questioning Cena’s involvement. The two big men were silent in response to her glares.

“Assholes,” was all she said as she bit in to the nectarine. It tasted great, but she was full already. She managed to choke it down and put the orange back in David’s lap.

He said in response to her action, “Later.”

She felt that if she died right there, they would still wake her up enough to shove the damn orange in. What was with these guys? Hunter had looked over to David and gave him a quick smile. They were going to get this girl to eat even if they had to tie her down. After the food drama and take off, Carrie felt herself drifting off again. She knew that Hunter and David had a much busier day than John today. But since they were traveling together, John got the joys of having a few hours off this afternoon. She seriously considered using that time to take a nap. It had been a long time since she felt so tired. Both Hunter and David had some publicity photos to pose for. The time allotted was only an hour, but experience had taught all of them to double, if not triple that estimate.

Hunter looked over at Evolution’s little sister and realized she had fallen asleep again, but she was leaning against him this time. He didn’t mind, he was tired too. He reclined his seat and hers, stretched his legs as much as he could and put his arm around her to keep her in place and relaxed as he tried to sleep. He had his shades on so no one could tell if he was asleep or not, but it also helped to keep it dark enough to sleep.

David had many things to think about as they flew into St. Louis. Carrie’s fatigue was worrying to both he and Hunter. He knew that they would tell her to stay at the hotel instead of coming to the shoot. He was also turning over his wife’s comments about their schedule and traveling arraignments. He couldn’t believe what she told him. It sounded so screwy, but he’d do as she asked and try it. That’s all she asked, try it and see. Oh, and to let her know if she was right.

Once they landed, Carrie went to get their car. She left them with the bags and told them she’d meet them at the arrival area in a few. It gave everyone a chance to stretch their legs before getting stuffed back into a car. None of them were prepared when she pulled up and honked in the rental Hummer. Hunter had a huge grin on his face, David just shook his head and John was speechless. He was expected some typical rental car, always crowded. Now this thing, everyone would have room, he knew.

What’s up Lil’ Sis? Why the Hummer,” Hunter asked.

She smiled from the driver’s seat and said, ”Because I felt like it.” She popped the back so they could load in their gear. Hunter took his customary seat behind her, lots of leg room. David remembered his wife’s request and sat next to him, forcing Cena into the front. Hunter looked at him and said quietly, “What the fuck?”

“Trust me,” he said barely above a whisper. This was going to be an interesting drive, he knew. Carrie looked up and saw where he was sitting and stared straight ahead. She glanced in the rearview at David. He winked back at her. She kept her eyes forward, as John climbed in to the seat next to her. There was plenty of room for her to have her portable, phone and water without crowding him. She busied herself with the gps, mapping their lunch stop. She looked over at all of them individually, making sure they were ready before she pulled back into traffic. At the first red light, she took the opportunity to plug both her earpieces in. David was watching her, amazed that she was behaving exactly as Kris had predicted. His wife knew Carrie very well, better than him obviously. He knew they had about an hour drive to their lunch, so he wasn’t surprised when her head started nodding up and down to her music. John had been quiet, but was having a hard time not staring at her. David watched him watch Carrie secretly. Damn, his wife was a fucking genius. Hunter also watched all of it unfold in front of him and almost said something a couple of times, but David’s imperceptible head shake stopped him.

Carrie looked at her watch and realized it was time for another interview, this one from Hunter. She grabbed her portable and flipped it open. They were on the highway doing somewhere above the legal limit so she knew she shouldn’t take the chance to play with it. Shit, she was going to have to ask John. She pulled her right earpiece out and said, “John, can you do me a favor,”

“Sure, what?” he said. He was enjoying the scenery of the ride so he was feeling very amiable.

“Take my portable, push the little red button on the left top and then type in the numbers 27,” she said and hoped she was clear.

John took her small portable and pushed the red button. His eyes widened when he saw all the stuff flash in front of him. He’d never really looked at it before. Okay, so he was supposed to type in 27. Okay he thought, I can do that. What? What happened there? Those aren’t the numbers and what the hell happened?

Carrie snuck a quick glance to check his progress and said patiently, “Just close the lid and try again.” He did as he was told, closed it, opened it and pushed the red button. Now, all he had to do was type in the numbers, what was so hard about that, he wondered. He sighed and closed the portable again and tried a third time. He was so focused on his task that he missed the men in the back quietly laughing at him. Finally, he got it right because he saw what looked like a schedule in front of him.

“Now take your finger, probably your pinky and lightly tap twelve. You should see a bunch of info pop up. Once it does, hand it all back to Hunter. He has an interview to do while we drive,” she said as she watched the traffic out her rearview. She had seen the boys chuckle at John’s fumbling. They were just mean. She’d get them back somehow.

Hunter took the portable from John and flipped open his phone. He scanned her notes quickly, amazed that she was able to gather so much info before an interview. It was always nice when he had an idea of what they were likely to ask him. He found the correct name and number and dialed and handed the device back to Cena.

John was fascinated. He never imagined that Evolution was so organized. He had a glimpse of her calendar and he saw some seriously detailed shit. He didn’t understand all of it, but he did see he had the afternoon free, thanks to the early flight. That was an unexpected bonus. Having some free time before a show was rare for him. He knew that his schedule had him arriving at the arena with just minutes to spare, until Carrie took it over. Cool, he could really get to like this, he thought.

John also had a seat to listen to The Game give an awesome interview over the phone, talking about slapping Batista down and dealing with that punk Cena soon. It was awesome to listen to him. He also answered a few other questions, nothing too personal or serious and then it was done. Hunter chewed his gum and smiled. He loved doing that shit, John could tell. David knew he’d have to take a moment to call his wife when they stopped for lunch to congratulate her on her genius.

John focused back on their driver, with awe. She handled all that shit? The beautiful lady sitting next to him driving way too damn fast really knew her shit. He was amazed, he didn’t know how everyone else did it, but these guys traveled in style with all their stuff taken care of. Very cool, he thought. He noticed her head nodding up and down and again, but saw that she didn’t have her right ear piece in. He tapped her on the shoulder and asked her if she minded if he listened, by picking it up and pointing to himself. She shrugged. He had to scoot a little closer, but not uncomfortably so. He missed Hunter leaning forward to stop him, because David put his arm out and blocked his path. Hunter glared at him. David shook his head in response. David saw Hunter take a deep breath to stop himself from saying anything. Dave was amazed at the antics in the front of the car. It was like his wife was there, pulling their strings. She certainly knew her sister and knew the effect she had on unsuspecting men. They arrived at their restaurant ahead of schedule, thanks to Carrie’s driving.

After a brief but unsuccessful argument from Carrie about not being hungry, all went without a problem at the restaurant. She ordered based on the side dishes and whoever wanted the stuff that came with it was welcome. David passed, he didn’t really want chicken today, Hunter was already eating chicken and would eat more if needed. John spoke up and said he’d help her out and eat it if she was sure she didn’t want it. She gladly passed her plate to him to remove the chicken from it.

David excused himself from the table as soon as he was done. He was dying to call home and tell his wife. She listened without comment while he told her how her plan was working.

“Are you okay with this David? If things follow their natural course, there will be repercussions. I just wanted to remind you before it went much further,” she said to her loving husband.

“I’m fine with all of this. Hunter, on the other hand, has already told me more than once he wants to beat the shit of out him for just breathing the same air as her,” he replied with a grin.

“It sounds like Hunter doesn’t need to know then, right? It’ll just piss him off and he won’t be able to do anything about it, which will piss him off even more,” she explained.

“Yeah, you’re right. If needed I’ll remind her to be discreet, but I think you’re jumping the gun here honey,” he said.

“We’ll see,” was all she said on the subject before they hung up.

After a short drive to their hotel, they were able to check in and retreat to their rooms for a bit. It gave Carrie a chance to get out of her suit and into more comfortable everyday clothes. For her that meant tank top today and running pants. The problem was that the running pants were a little low and her panties showed over the top. She wasn’t too worried about it since she had several hours to kill before the next event. She was just sitting down to crack open a new book she bought at the airport when there was a knock at the door. She got up to answer it and peeked through the spy hole to see who before she answered. It was David, what did he want, she wondered. She opened the door and found that it was both Hunter and David.

“Sis, we can’t go anywhere without car keys,” David said patiently.

“Oh, sorry. Let me grab ‘em,” she said as she turned away to get them from the top of the dresser. Both men noticed her ill fitting pants and what they were showing, but neither said a word.

“Sorry about that. Just don’t forget to come get me when it’s time, okay,” she asked as she handed the keys to David. Hunter nodded and they left her to her new book. She had read several pages when there was another knock at her door. She thought it was the boys again, what did she forget this time she worried. She opened the door without looking and John was standing in her doorway. She blinked her surprise. He smiled at her, taking in her casual attire with a quick glance.

“Hey. I wanted to talk to you. I never seem to get to when they’re around. Can I come in,” he said it as non threatening as possible. He didn’t want her to turn him away.

“What? Okay. I’m not really set up for company here, John. But you’re welcome to come in and find a comfy spot to talk,” she said and her heart started to pound. She opened her door to admit him. The hallway was empty she noticed. He walked in and noticed the open book by the big comfy chair. He glanced at it and was surprised that he recognized the author.

“I didn’t know you read her stuff,” he said as he picked up her book.

“Yeah, she’s fun. I read pretty nearly anything with all the down time. It helps to fill the time and keeps me from going crazy sometimes,” she said honestly.

“Yeah, I read mostly mysteries, but I always have to read the newest Clancy when it comes out,” he grinned. She nodded her understanding of a fellow Clancy addict.

“Yeah, his are great. Some of his plots are a little twisted, but still fun,” she said. I’m sure you didn’t come in here to talk to me about my literary choices, so spit it out John, she thought to herself. Several quiet moments went by while he worked up his nerve.

“Carrie, how do you keep all that shit organized, it’s like you’re a personal assistant or something? I don’t know how you keep all that shit together. And can I ask you to help me with my stuff,” he ended by finally making eye contact.

She ran her fingers through her hair before she said, ”I am not really anybody’s personal assistant, but I do work with David and his family, since they are also mine. He wasn’t kidding when he told you there were some major screw ups by the office. A bunch of fans got pissed and he was reluctant to do signings after that. My sister coordinates his home schedule, so he knows when family stuff is, because that is just as important as this stuff, so together we keep him out of trouble. Does that make sense,” she asked him.

“Yeah, I guess so. That means you won’t help me right,” he concluded.

“John, I can help you this weekend and show you some obvious but constant problems most people run into when they let their travel agent or the office control their schedule. Do you have a family member that you trust and that wants to keep you safe while you work? That is the person to give your schedule to, even if it’s your mom. She cares about you way more than your travel agent or the folks at the office do. You follow my funky logic,” she asked.

“Yeah, but I saw my schedule in your computer all the way up to the end of the year. Why is that? You know shit about my schedule that I don’t even know about yet. How,” he asked her.

“Believe it or not, all that stuff is very easy to get, if you know where to look. I happen to be geeky enough to find it. Plus, once I uploaded your schedule for this weekend, the entire year came as a bonus. I wasn’t expecting that, but it’s nice all the same,” she knew he understood what she had said, but he was looking lost and confused. He was sitting on the end of her bed, talking to her while she sat in the big chair. He didn’t speak for a long time, she wasn’t sure if he was mad at her for not agreeing to work his schedule or what, so she stayed quiet, not wanting to piss him off anymore. She had managed to get herself back under control while talking to him about schedule stuff.

He couldn’t believe that just sitting and talking to her was driving him insane. The more she had talked to him, the more he wanted her. She was more articulate than most women he fell for, he didn’t understand it. He had been around beautiful women, especially in the last few years, but none like her. He was staring at her feet, remembering how small her shoes were. He wanted to touch her, her feet, her legs, her lips. He knew he wanted to touch her. He looked up and met her eyes. Her eyes widened at the naked desire burning in his. Her heart started to pound again. He stood up and crossed the distance in one stride. She didn’t back away from him. He touched her chin to tilt her face up so he could kiss her. He leaned down and lightly caressed her lips with his, wanting to savor the softness of them. He looked into her eyes and saw a desire that matched his own.

“Carrie, I…I…want you,” was all he could say. She stood up, placed her hands on his chest and kissed him deeply. That was all the answer he needed.

Just a little while later, he reached up to stop her and said, ”Slow down Carrie, I want to make love to you, not just have sex with you.” She wasn’t sure what he meant, he could tell by her blank look. Don’t tell me this beautiful woman has never had anyone take the time to love her. He was surprised, but it started to fit with a few of the other pieces he had gathered. He sat up and put his arm around her and reversed their positions, so he could show her exactly what he meant.

Later, she was laying with her back to him in his arms, sleeping he thought, when he realized she was crying silently.

“Baby, did I hurt you? I’m so sorry, you should have said something. Can I help you? Baby, please. Are you okay?” He didn’t know he had hurt her and felt really shitty for being such a monster that could hurt such a beautiful woman. He leaned over to brush her hair away from her face.

“No, I’m not hurt,” she said in a shaky voice still in his arms.

“Why are you crying, Carrie? I don’t understand. Did I do something to make you cry,” he asked her. He wasn’t convinced that he hadn’t hurt her. She was so tiny, perfect and tiny.

“Oh, John. It’s so hard to put into words. I feel like such a shit for crying on you after…after…after your tenderness and gentle touch.” She was struggling for the right words, he could tell. He decided to wait to see if she was going to say more. He didn’t want to pressure her, he remembered that didn’t work.

“Thank you for your kindness today. First I wanted to say that, in case I start blubbering and forget to say that,” she said, still looking away from him in his arms.

“Oh Carrie, you don’t have to thank me for that. It was my pleasure and I enjoyed it as much as you. I’ve wanted to show you how special you are for days.” he said honestly.

“Maybe, but it’s been way too long since anybody bothered to make me feel like I was loved; that my wants and needs were just as important as theirs. I’m not talking about daily shit; I’m talking about here, in the bedroom. I had almost forgotten what it was like to have someone care enough about me to ensure that I felt special.”

“Oh baby, I didn’t know. Is that why you’re crying? Let me show you again how I think you should be treated every time,” he asked as he kissed the top of her head.

“I don’t know. You okay if I cry on you again after,” she asked without turning around.

“Carrie, you can cry on me all you want. That’s what I’m here for,” he told her quietly. She turned over to face him and reached up and touched his lips lightly with her fingers. He knew it was her way of saying no more talking, so he proceeded to ensure she knew just how special she was to him and to anyone else that was lucky enough to know her.

Several hours later, they were dressed and ready for the arena.

“I don’t understand where you get all the info,” he said to her.

“You take notes, lots and lots of notes. Plus some of this stuff is right out there on the net for anybody to find,” she explained to him. There was a knock at her door. She walked over to open it, guessing it was the boys. David and Hunter took in the scene of her room quickly. John nodded at both from the far side of the room.

“So you’re saying the airport stuff is out there? Right,” he was trying to get his brain wrapped around what she was saying.

“The airports definitely, but also the hotels, cars, restaurants. Hell, even the topless clubs. But none of that shit matters if you don’t use the info and take your own notes for comparison.”

Hunter and David exchanged a long look. David flashed a quick smile to Hunter, who just shook his head.

“What’s the point of using all that info on the net, if you’re just gonna take your own notes anyway,” he asked the tiny lady.

“Okay. Let’s talk about titty bars for a second. Something I think all of you can relate to. You find out through some poking around on the net that a specific club advertises a certain kind of dancing. I’m not gonna go into detail here, you guys know what I’m talking about. Then you read some reviews of said club. So you think, hey sounds like a hell of a place, I need to go. You take the time and go there, only to find out it’s a complete shit hole and your granny looks better in a thong than their skanks.” All three guys chuckled at that comment, knowing it could easily be true. “You can’t trust others opinions. You can read them, yes. But just because I like oranges and think they’re fantastic, doesn’t mean you’re going to. Especially if I only call it fruit in my review that you just happened to read and you interpret it to mean apples. Does that make sense?”

“Okay, okay. I’m starting to get it. But damn, Carrie, it must take years to get all this shit figured out.”

“You’d be surprised how quickly you can gather the info. Anyway, so now you get the idea, we can talk later about the obvious screw ups that the damn office does all the time. Your schedule is loaded with them.” She turned to the other two, “I’m guessing it’s time to go?”

“Yeah. But we didn’t want to interrupt Cena’s education,” David said with a glance at the younger man.

“What? Why you giving me shit when I’m trying to figure out how I can be traveling in style like you,” he said as they filed out of her room. John happened to walk past Hunter at the doorway. Hunter looked him straight in the eye and John heard him rumble deep in his chest. John got the message, loud and clear.

Once they were loaded and ready to go, in their hummer, she looked back at David through her rearview mirror and winked at him. Didn’t say or do anything else and he knew it was meant only for him. He made sure he didn’t react to it either. As he sat there during the drive to the arena, he thought, damn his wife was right. She called it exactly right. Who knew?

“Since we were busy when you guys came in, how’d it go,” she asked the back seat occupants.

“It went well. Can’t really tell what the finished product will look like, but it was interesting, that’s for sure,” Hunter said.

“Why?”

“Well, they used water and some dry ice with some really weird lighting, but not before they oiled us up. So it’s gonna be interesting to see the finished product,” he explained to her.

“Anybody have to leave? Anybody faint? Oil, water and smoke sounds mighty interesting to me. This wasn’t for Playgirl was it,” she teased them.

“Shit if it was, I’d tell ya so all your friends could see the real Game,” he laughed.

***

The show was an odd one, as they all had been with the shifting rosters. She wasn’t sure how long the actually shifting would last, but she knew it must be stressful to the guys. Even if it was as basic as not knowing who your road companion would be next week. She enjoyed watching the crowds from her vantage point. They loved to hate Triple H, he was such an effective bad guy. It amazed her sometimes, since she knew him as big brother Hunter, not the ruthless asshole. The crowds went crazy for both John and David. It was interesting to see them in the ring together again. The last she saw them work together was on the smaller circuit of OVW. She knew they worked a program briefly at Smack Down, but didn’t see it in person. The crowd tonight was as hot for them as last night. She hoped they would be for tomorrow’s RAW.

Hunter and JBL left the ring together after the show, passing by her. Hunter winked at her and she smiled at him. She knew he must have been tired, but he was still silly sometimes. JBL pretended he didn’t see her, which was fine since he was one of her least favorite people. She had a horrible feeling that’s who David would be working with when he was shifted, unless they moved JBL to RAW. That would be lovely, but unlikely. She knew he wasn’t a good fit at RAW, he wasn’t a very good fit at Smack Down, but his friendships and ass kissing kept him employed. Whatever worked for ya, was her thought.

Fifteen minutes or so later both David and John came through the ramp, full of energy. They were both very wound up, she could see. She handed David his towel and waited for him to be ready for his water. After his water, she gave him the phone and second water. She could see John bouncing next to him, dying to say something, but not knowing when and if he could. David looked at John then to her and back to John. He just shook his head and walked away while dialing his phone.

“Hey baby, did you see? Did you see how the crowd loved what we did tonight,” he couldn’t contain his excitement. He grabbed her and kissed her soundly, he was so excited. She thought his brain must have stopped working completely.

“John, didn’t we agree to be discreet,” she reminded him.

“Aw man. That’s no fair. You had to bring it up right now. Can’t you just let me enjoy the night,” he asked her.

“Of course you can enjoy the night. But please remember who I travel with. I don’t think you want to go there, do you,” she said seriously.

“Baby, I’m sorry. I forgot. Think Big Dave figured something was up,” he asked her.

“David already knows,” she replied.

“He does? Cool. How?” He was stunned. How did Big Dave know, he wondered.

“I told him and he’s fine with it. Hunter is a completely different story, as you know. I don’t think you want to piss him off. You know what he can be like and you’re gonna have to work with him after I’m gone,” she hated to remind him. She could see she had taken the wind out of his sails and felt bad for it. She’d try to make it up to him later. He just needed a small reality check, why did she have to be the meanie all the time, she wondered. John understood what she had told him and smiled at her and nodded. He let go of her hand. He didn’t realize he had been holding it since he saw her standing there waiting for them.

“See you later, Baby” he said as he headed off to the main locker room. She nodded and headed back to Evolution’s locker room, hoping she’d given them enough time to finish showering. She didn’t know that the entire encounter had been witnessed by a person, a singularly spiteful person.

Her phone buzzed from its perch on the nightstand, letting her know she had a text. She picked it up and it read, knock, knock. Shaking her head, she peeked through the spy hole and saw John walking toward her door. She opened her door quickly to let him in.

“You like to live dangerously, don’t you,” she asked him with a smile. He just reached for her and kissed her. He smiled in to her eyes.

“Oh yeah. Makes life fun, don’t you think,” he said. She shook her head at him, knowing there were just some things about men she’d never understand.

“How are you feeling after tonight? You guys looked like you were having a hell of a good time out there,” she asked him as she reached over to take his shirt off. He stayed silent, watching her undress him. He loved watching her, watching her touch him. He kicked his shoes off and had already flipped his hat off to the closest chair. She reached for his belt buckle and he stopped her with a touch. She was surprised. She gave him a questioning look. He shook his head, still no words had been spoken since her question. He hooked his fingers in her belt loops of her shorts and pulled her closer, so he could kiss her as he started to undress her.

Lying in his arms listening to him sleep, reminded her of all the things she missed, but tried to pretend she didn’t. She thought that she was fine with a busy life. She had a great family, surrounded by fantastic kids, and family that accepted her without question. The problem was they weren’t her kids, or her husband, or friends, they were somebody else’s. Being with John had helped her to see what she was missing. She had been too busy before, or pretended to be. She also knew that was the reason she had cried her eyes out on him earlier, but hadn’t been able to put it in to words then. How was it that this man, who walked right in to her life, had been able to smash down her protective barriers so easily, she wondered. She knew that she usually kept all the shit as she called it, safely locked away, away from view and harm. But she had been stripped almost naked emotionally by this man and she didn’t know how or why.

She wanted to love him as much as he loved her, but she couldn’t, not yet anyway. Was she hollow, was she such an empty shell that she had no love to give? She knew that he knew it was one sided, but he said it didn’t matter to him. She wasn’t comfortable contemplating how he was going to hurt when they switched shows. He was such a big softy, another one of those. Why did she seem to surround herself with them? Better than being surrounded by assholes, she reminded herself. She reached for his hand and caressed his fingers. They were so big and strong. They hid the real John well, like the rest of his body, she knew. He stirred in his sleep, removed his hand from her grasp and rubbed her from her hip, down her ass to let her know he was awake. She turned and kissed him.

She woke up early, as was her habit. She knew that the day wasn’t as busy, but she did need to chase John back to his own room.

“John. Time to wake up and start the day, in your own bed. C’mon honey, you have to leave and get ready for the day,” she was trying to wake him without much success. She sat back down on the bed, worrying how to wake him and what might happen if she didn’t. Oh, that was something she didn’t want to even think about.

“Baby, why do you worry so much,” he said quietly from behind her. He was sitting up in bed so could touch her, he loved touching her. He could see the set of her shoulders and knew she was worried. He wanted to rub some of the tension out of her shoulders.

“It’s helps to fill my day,” she snapped back. She shook her head at the naked man in her bed, not understanding him at all. “Someone has to worry for you. You don’t seem to. I’m sure your mom worries about you,” she said.

“Yeah, she does. It’s one of the reasons I call her, so she knows I’m okay,” he admitted.

“John, it’s time to start the day, and the day promises to be interesting. How are you feeling about a live TV broadcast? Any better yet?” She knew he had been nervous, but this week he seemed to settle down some. She knew that who ever he was in the ring with tonight would probably end up sore because he’d be so hyped up.

“Okay, okay. I hear you. Time to send me packing. The boy toy’s job is done for now. But look out later,” he said with his irrepressible grin. She just shook her head at him. He got dressed as she watched because she definitely enjoyed the view. He was almost out the door, when she quickly said, ”Don’t forget your hat.” He took his hat and stuffed it down on his head. He turned to leave, knowing that every minute he was there was making her more nervous.

“See you after breakfast, Baby” he said.

“Okay. I’m too damn lazy for the gym this morning, thanks to you,” she admitted.

“You’re welcome.” And he was gone. She noticed he didn’t answer her question about tonight. Maybe he’s still nervous? He didn’t seem like it, but you never know.

David was already in the gym by the time John arrived. David looked at him and shook his head, but refrained from any verbal comment. Hunter arrived right on John’s heels, so even if he wanted to say something, he couldn’t.

“Hey, where’s Lil’ Sis this morning,” Hunter asked David. He shrugged; he was changing the weights on the bar. John kept quiet and concentrated on his workout. “Think she’ll let us stuff more food into her today,” Hunter laughed.

“She better,” was all David said in between sets. John kept quiet and focused on his workout.

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