By: shannygoat

Featuring: Edge, Cena, Muhammad Hassan, Christy Hemme and anyone else that comes along

Disclaimer: They say imitation is the greatest form of flattery, well I think Fanfiction is. I don't know or own Mr. Copeland, Mr. Cena, Mr. Copani or Ms. Hemme or any other employees, staff, or associates of the WWE or TNA.

All I own is the creation of this work and the muses. All of the ideas and scenarios are completely fabricated. I do not endorse, give or receive any payment to WWE or TNA or their holdings. Nor do I intend to disrespect or embarrass any of the characters or their families. These characters and their personas are property of WWE and TNA respectively.

So don't sue, all I own is a house and it needs work done, so you probably won't get much for it.

Rating: NC-17 (for language, strong sexual content, adult themes, and violence) It is intended for mature audiences only.

Feedback: Is welcome

The Edge of Reason

Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome. Everyone, take your seats...settle in front of your monitors, turn on your I-tunes playlist if need be. Plug your laptop up to the electrical outlet, I don't trust the battery pack...this might take a while. And...you in the back, standing there gazing at the screen, trying to see if you want to read this; you really must sit down to understand the severity of what I am about to explain.

I'm glad you decided to join me today...first let me give you some background. My name is Serenedipity and I am what you would call a muse. I come from a long line of meddlers known to you humans as Chance, Fate, Karma, Epiphany, Luck, and ...well you get the point. Now I know what you're thinking, a muse what a great job, no? How can I sign up? Well let me tell you, it's not as glamorous as it seems. First of all, I get the thankless job of helping people find true love. Now don't get me wrong, it's not without it's perks, I get to witness some of the steamiest kisses imaginable and see some of the hottest sex that the human body will allow. But will I ever get to experience it for myself, hell no! Do my charges even know that I exist? Guess again. And I'm not like my little cousin Cupid...he's a dick. He's so busy practicing archery, he really doesn't care who he hits. And have you seen his outfits? He's a 300 year old man, flying around in a freaking diaper! I'm way more classy than that...I'm getting off subject.

I also get the task of alerting people when the relationship is just no good. You know those big red flags you always hear about? Well that's me, in the background waving that heavy ass thing. The worst part of my job is that I get no direct contact with my charges. I'm just around, thinking really hard...if they are receptive to my thoughts, they usually follow suit, but if by chance they are thick headed assholes...well it just makes my day longer.

It also doesn't help that I have my sisters, the other muses trying to unravel everything I've worked so hard to create. Being the youngest, they keep trying to make me out to be incompitant. They like to throw the proverbial monkey wrench in my plans. Well...it's not actually a wrench, it's more like a stake...but I can't let you in on all the family secrets.

Now, I've called this meeting so I can tell you exactly what happened to Adam Copeland. I figured I'd tell you first, you know practice a bit, before I speak before the review board. They're really pissed, because things didn't go exactly how they'd hoped. In my summary, I tried to explain that there are no guarantees in love, but they totally didn't want to hear that shit. I'll tell you exactly what happened, nothing more nothing less. I won't try to disuade you either, bring you over to my side and make you feel for him...even if I have grown partical the big lump. And I won't try to turn you against John Cena either. I actually like him too, but you remember those thick headed pricks I was just talking about? Let's just say that right now, he's their posterboy.

So now that the formalitites are out of the way, I'll let you decide if I was wrong. You tell me if I strayed from the plan. As long as Adam's happy, I don't see how it matters much how it happened; but then again, I don't get paid to think...hell I don't get paid at all. I'm straying from the point again, aren't I? Here it goes...here's the story. I'll be taking questions and answers at the end. Please keep an open mind and remember, I'm one of the good guys.

Now with no further ado, here's my summary of the last few months with Adam, that I've titled: The Edge of Reason...

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Adam Copeland lifted his head from his lover's chest (I had NOTHING to do with them getting together in the first place, that was all my sister Fate's doing) and sighed heavily. He looked over at the clock, then rested his head again. He felt John's arms encircle him and for a split second he was happy.

"John?" He said quietly. Part of him hoped that John was asleep so he really didn't have to ask him.

"Hmm?" John replied trying not to slip into another restless slumber. He could tell that Adam had something on his mind. He had been unusually quiet all night.

Adam held his breath thinking how to phrase it. "Are you happy?" He had already decided if John's response would have been no he was going to end it, right then. He loved John enough to do that - even if John didn't feel the same about him. But what about him? Didn't he deserve to be happy, too? Things between them hadn't been good for a few months now. Especailly since Christy stopped calling so often. Although Adam wouldn't have admitted it, he was glad that she was slowly working her way out of John's life.

John paused and looked down at Adam. "Yeah." He answered flatly, not really meaning to hurt Adam's feelings, but it was better than the truth. If he told the truth he would have let him know that he was still in love with Christy and his relationship with Adam, although it had it's moments, wasn't what he wanted. He missed his Christy. He missed the warmth of her body next to him, her soft curves which were in strong contrast to Adam's hard body. He had an attraction to Adam, but not enough to build an entire relationship on.

Adam closed his eyes. He'd asked for it and now he got his answer. So if John claimed he was happy, then why did Adam feel like shit? "You just don't seem like anymore." He knew he had made a mistake the night before when he had told John that he loved him. He had thought John was asleep, but when he rolled over with a look of disgust on his face, he knew exactly how John really felt about him. They hadn't talked, rather Adam hadn't talked to John since then.

"I ain't no place I don't wanna be." John said closing his eyes again. He wasn't having this conversation now or any other time. There was no way in hell he was going to talk to Adam about their "feelings" for each other. There were none on his part. Adam was a friend with benefits, nothing more, even if it made Adam happy to refer to him as his boyfriend. Not that John would ever do that. He wasn't gay. Sure, he enjoyed fucking a man, but only because it was rougher than it could ever be with a woman. But, it wasn't something that he wanted to do all the time. But just sometimes, when his adrenaline was at full throttle, well those were the days when Adam didn't know what hit him. All he knew was he was getting the best fuck of his life. Now being with Adam, solely with a man for the past three months, it became less and less desirable to John. The novelity had worn off, and it really had nothing to do with Adam.

"Good." Adam said and finally let himself relax enough to go to sleep. Although he knew about John's rules and all of the other crap he'd had to put up with for the past few months, John said he wanted to be there with him. That's all that mattered. So what their relationship was like any other that Adam had had before? He loved John and John at least was fond enough of him to want to stay.

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Mark Copani stretched out on his hotel bed, looking at the ceiling. Tommorow would be his first day back traveling with Raw. It had been a long time since he was in the ring, as anything more than a jobber. He was still salty about Vince letting him out of his contract, especially since that whole Muhammad Hassan schtick was the Creative Department's doing. He had nothing to do with it. He wasn't even Arabic. He may have been born in Jordan, but he was Italian for God's sake.

Although he still wouldn't be wrestling until his new character could be marketed, he at least got his traveling priviledges back. Oh the look on Vince's face when Mark's lawyer sued for Deformation of Character was priceless. Vince was all to happy to pay him and keep him around; he even promised to get him back on the show after he had been repackaged.

Mark let a small smile cross his lips. It was going to be good to see the guys again, especially Adam. He was funny and had this smile that made him look like a psychopath. If nothing else, maybe they could go out and pick up girls. Even though he knew Adam was gay, he could still help him get women. The women seemed to love Adam, even if though he had no interest in them.

He closed his eyes and let the sleep wash over him. He couldn't wait until tomorrow.

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So now you see, I had my work cut out for me. Not only did I have to fix this shit between Adam and John, I had to help that cutie Mark find someone, too. And, I might have had something to do with Christy's phone calls stopping mysteriously. But I won't get into that now. I'm setting up the story here, so you'll know exactly what happened and why. Things were already a mess before I even got invovled, so keep that in mind before you get all bent out of shape about what happens next.