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The Fine Line Between Love and Hate	By : wandaXmaximoff Category: WWF/WWE > General Views: 1906 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the celebrities of WWE/WWF. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Author's notes: Hey y'all. Sorry, I totally forgot to update last week. Therefore, I'm giving y'all a double whammy this week!!

Thanks to DracoHasAHotAss for the comments, I'm pleased you're enjoying the story!

In addition, thanks to Gin, who beta'd when I originally posted this.

Now enjoy the two for one!!!!

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Chapter Six: Breakfast with the Henderson.

At six-thirty Monday morning, the alarm rang, waking Sam from a dream in which she had been running through the backstage area looking for a lost rabbit.

No complaints about the hour were heard from Melina, and Sam guessed she'd spent the night in Johnny Nitro's room.

The diva showered, dressed and packed her cases, before leaving the hotel room.

It was only just gone seven and the entire place was pretty much deserted. Sam headed down to the bar to grab some breakfast.

Sitting down to a round of toast and a cup of coffee, a small boy of about ten approached her.

“You're Sammy Edwards, aren't you?” he asked.

“Sure am, sweetheart,” replied the diva.

“I was at 'Vengeance' last night, I saw your match. I think Cena's great and I like you too,” grinned the little boy.

“Thanks, it's nice to know not everyone hates us after what we did to Mike,” replied Sam, keeping in character so not to ruin the illusion.

“Can I have your autograph please?”

“Yeah sure. Do you want Cena's too? I'm meeting him at eight to catch our flight. I'm sure he wouldn't mind signing something for you.”

“Really? Wow, that's so cool. Do you get your own plane?”

The blonde woman laughed, “Sadly no. How about you go and ask your parents if it's alright to wait around till eight?”

“Yeah, alright,” said the boy.

A few minutes later, he returned.

“Mom and Dad said it's ok. They also asked if you wanted to join them while you wait. I think Dad wants to talk to you too. I'm Jimmy by the way,” said the ten-year-old.

“Well, it's a pleasure to meet you, Jimmy. And I'd love to join you and your parents,” replied Sam, extending her hand for him to shake.

Little Jimmy looked as though all his Christmas had come at once, as the blonde diva took his hand and they walked over to his table.

Jimmy's parents were the typical American family, honest and kind looking, and they had a little baby girl in a high chair.

“Sir, ma'am. I'm Sammy Edwards from the WWE. It's very nice of you to invite me over.”
“It's a pleasure, Sammy,” replied Jimmy's dad, extending his hand. “I'm Mitchell Henderson, and this is my wife Lori.”

Lori Henderson smiled politely at the diva and gestured for her to take a seat.

“Would you like some coffee?” Lori asked her voice full of Southern warmth.

“Please,” replied Sam.

“Jimmy was just telling us how you said he could meet John Cena,” said Mitchell.

“Yeah, we're flying into Texas together. I'm sure he'd be happy to meet one of his fans.”

Jimmy looked delighted.

“You sure do make a sweet couple,” added Lori.

Sam blushed. “Thanks,” she said, not wanting to give the truth away.

The diva spent a pleasant half an hour with the Hendersons, touched by their hospitality.
They'd come especially to see the pay per view and weren't disappointed by the results.

Sam was entranced by little baby Alayna. She was quite possibly the cutest child the blonde had ever seen, with the exception maybe of Jimmy.

The little boy was nothing but sweet and well mannered, thrilled by his breakfast guest, a real credit to his parents.

At five to eight, Sam left the table to find Cena.

“I'll be back in a few minutes, I'll just go get the Champ,” she told them.

Cena was already waiting in the lobby, looking alert for such an early hour.

“Hey,” he said, seeing Sam.

“Morning,” she replied brightly, “I was hoping for a favour.”

“It'll cost ya,” he teased.

“There's a little boy in the bar, huge wrestling fan, I promised you'd come and meet him,” Sam informed the man, ignoring his comment.

“Sure, lead the way.”

The superstar and diva walked into the bar, and Sam quickly found the Hendersons’ table. It wasn't too hard, as Jimmy was jumping up and down on his chair in anticipation.

The boy's mouth fell open as he saw the WWE champion walk over to him.

“Hey Jimmy,” Cena greeted him.

“Oh my god,” screamed the boy.

Sam, Cena and the Hendersons’ laughed at his excitement.

The wrestlers took the free seats at the table, Cena pulling his chair close to Jimmy's.

The champion and his fan chatted animatedly, as Sam turned to Mr. and Mrs. Henderson.

“It sure was nice of you to bring him over,” smiled Lori.

“Don't mention it,” replied the diva honestly. “I hear from Jimmy that you're quite a fan too,” she added turning to Mitchell.

The man blushed and nodded, and his wife playfully slapped his hand.

“Not to worry, Mrs. Henderson, Sammy's spoken for,” Cena chipped in, winking at Sam.

“Aww ain't that sweet. I was just telling her what a cute couple y'all make,” replied Jimmy's Mom.

Everyone laughed, although Sam did try to kick Cena under the table.

“Well, I'm really sorry, but we best be going. We've got a plane to catch,” announced the Champion.

“Well, it was lovely meeting both of you. I'll be watching 'Raw' for any signs of wedding bells,” said Lori.

“It was great meeting you all too,” said Sam, shaking the husband and wife's hands.

Then she turned to Jimmy. “I had an awesome breakfast,” she smiled, hugging him.

Cena said goodbye to the Hendersons’ and the two wrestlers left. A few minutes later they were in a cab to the airport.

“Thanks for doing that,” said Sam, as they sat down.

“Don't mention it.”

“Nice family, weren't they?”

“Sure were, that Jimmy was really something.”

“Yeah, and did you see their little girl? Wasn't she just a cutie-pie?”

“Someone feeling broody, huh?” said Cena, winking at his companion.

“Not with you, I'm not.”

“Damn, and here I was hoping you'd changed your mind.”

“As if,” replied the blonde, but there was a hint of lightness in her voice.

Soon enough the superstars arrived at the airport and checked in.
“Up for another game of truth or dare on the plane?” suggested Cena.

“Don't push it.”

“I'm going to the shop, you want anything?” he asked.

“Nah, I'm good thanks.”

Cena walked in the direction of the shop and Sam pulled out her passport. A few minutes later, he returned with a bottle of water and a car magazine.

The call for the Texas flight came, and the couple made their way to boarding area.

The ticket check and getting on the plane was swift and soon enough the wrestlers were in their seats.

Sam pulled her book from her hand luggage, as Cena flicked through his magazine.

“Want a sweet?” he asked, passing Sam a bag of candy.

“Go on then,” she replied, pulling out a deep red one. “Mm, cherry.”

The two wrestlers remained silent, and reading the same line in her book three times, Sam's eyes closed as she nodded off.

She woke up ten minutes later, feeling someone touching her hair, and realized that as she'd been sleeping, her head had fallen on to Cena's shoulder.

Sam jumped away, looking embarrassed.

“I don't bite you know.”

“Sorry, I must have dozed off.”

“Don't worry about it, go back to sleep if you want, I'll be right here,” he grinned.

“Don't start,” Sam warned him.

“Start what?”

“Making wise cracks. Just because I'm being civil, doesn't mean I like you.”

“You keep telling yourself that,” Cena replied, turning his stereo on.

Sam turned her head to the window and tried to go back to sleep. But she couldn't, she was scared of falling asleep again, in case she ended up resting her head on his shoulder.
Instead, she sat drumming her fingers on her closed book.

“You know if you’re that bored, you could just talk to me.”

“I'm not bored.”

“So, you drum your fingers on books for fun?”

“Yup, it's about as much fun as picking on people you work with.”

“I don't pick on you.”

“You keep telling yourself that,” Sam replied, copying his earlier comment.

“You're impossible some times, you know?”

“I'm not; you just bring out the worst in me.”

“Ok, just pretend I'm not me for a minute. What would you be talking to Mike about if he were here?”

“How much I hate you.”

“See? You do like me; you talk about me to your friends.”

Sam was stumped; he was right, there had to be something about him that got such a reaction from her. If she didn't care, it wouldn't bother her so much.

“I don't, it's just we need a good laugh,” Sam replied, after taking a few minutes to think.

“I wonder what Dusty has got in-store for us,” Cena asked, changing the subject.

It worked well, as Sam suddenly became interested. “I dunno, but I'm scared about opening the show,” she confessed.

“Nah, you'll be fine,” reassured the brown haired man.

“That's easy for you to say, you're use to it,” replied the blonde.

“Come on, you've handled the main event slot. Opening the show should be a breeze after that,” added the Champ.

“Yeah, but this is so different, there's no Mike for starters,” complained the diva.

“You guys are pretty tight. Is that just from working together for so long?” asked Cena.

“Nah, I've known him since I was about ten,” answered Sam.

“Wow, I can't think of anyone I still know from when I was ten,” said the man.

“It's good, having someone who's always been there. He knows everything about me,” the blonde said.

“So, how come you guys never dated?” inquired the WWE Champion.

Sam laughed at the memory Cena's question brought to her.

“We did, I was in mysenior year. We went out for two weeks before we both realized it was like dating a family member,” replied the diva.

“So does Mike go into big brother mode when you get a boyfriend?” asked the man.

“Sometimes. I remember when I started dating Cody, Mike freaked, saying he was all wrong for me. I guess he was right in the end,” replied Sam, feeling downhearted at the mention of Cody.

Sensing her uncomfortably, Cena changed the subject.

“It could be worse; you could have a little sister who fancies all your mates.”

“You have a little sister? How old is she?” questioned the blonde.

“Yeah, her name's Brittany. She's twenty-one in December,” replied the brown haired man.

“Wow, I bet you're protective of her,” commented the woman.

“Hell yeah. Before I was on the road all the time, I use to interrogate all her boyfriends. I think guys are a little scared of dating her now, 'cos they know her big brother is the WWE champ, they think I'm gonna beat them up,” laughed Cena.

Sam laughed; this sensitive side in him touched her.

“So, you haven't got any brothers or sisters?” he asked.

“Nah, my dad died when I was five, so it's only me and Mom,” replied Sam seeming a little down.

“I'm sorry,” he said.

“It's ok; I'm alright with it now,” she replied.

“Can I ask what happened? Or is that too personal?” the Champ asked.

“No it's fine; it's actually nice talking to someone about it, who's on the outside. I can't talk to my family about it, and Mike's too close to tell him how I feel,” Sam said, pausing before she told her story.

“I still remember the day it happened really clearly, even though I was only small. Mom and I had been to the mall, and when we got back, there was a strange woman at the doorstep. Mom seemed horrified to see her. I found out why when I was older,” Sam stopped again, as if recalling something particularly unpleasant.

“Anyway, this woman, Jill I think her name was, asked if she could come in. Mom didn't want to let her in, but Jill said it was really important, so Mom let her in. As soon as they sat down, Mom told me to go to my room, I knew something really bad had happened. So I went upstairs, and I was playing with dolls when I heard a scream. I ran down, and there was Mom and Jill, holding each other and both sobbing,” the blonde paused.

“It's alright. You don't have to tell me if it's too hard,” said Cena, smiling and rubbing Sam's arm.

“No, I'm fine honestly. It's just I don't talk about it much,” she assured, before going on, “I didn't know what was going on, and I was really scared, Mom hardly ever cried. As she saw me, Mom jumped up and pulled me into her arms, she kept saying over and over, “It's ok Sammy, it's ok, everything will be fine.' I started crying too, and then she told me Dad was gone. I was so confused, gone where? Was he coming back? Sam stopped, finding it too hard to say any more, she turned her head away and started to silently cry.

She felt hands rubbing her shoulders and stroking her hair, “I'm so sorry I asked Sam, I should have known it would be too hard for you,” whispered Cena.

Sam turned to him, her face lined with tears, “Can I ask you something, but you've got to know it doesn't mean anything.”

“Go for it,” he replied.

“Can I have a hug?” said the diva.

Cena wrapped his arms around the blonde woman, holding her tightly. Unheard tears fell down Sam's cheeks.

A few minutes later they broke apart, Sam seeming to have calmed down.

“I'm sorry,” she mumbled, “You don't need me being all emotional on you.”

“Don't worry about it. Any time you need to talk, you know where I am,” Cena said.

“Thanks,” she mumbled.

They remained silent for the rest of the flight, neither knowing the right words to say.

They landed in Texas, and Sam felt depressed. Work was the last thing she wanted to face right now.

Getting into a cab, Cena tried to cheer Sam up, his attempt was continuously poking her in the ribs.

“Do you wanna grab some lunch?” he asked.

“No thanks, I think I'll just go up to my room,” Sam replied.

“Go on, I don't like the thought of leaving you all alone,” the brown haired man pressed.

“Oh, alright then,” she gave in.

The two wrestlers checked into the hotel, and dropped off their bags. Sam headed up to her room, still feeling depressed, to freshen herself up a little.

The memory of her Dad's death was raw in Sam's mind, and she longed to see Mike again.

Not travelling with her best friend sure had a down side. Knowing she wouldn't see him until that night but needing to hear his voice, Sam called Mike's cell. It went straight to voicemail.

“Hi, Mike isn't able to take your call at the moment, please leave a message after the tone.”

'Beep'

“Hey Mike, it's Sam. Call me when you get off the flight. I could do with seeing a friendly face.”

Hanging up the receiver, Sam felt lost but knew it was something she'd have to get use to.
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