DISCLAIMER: As much as it breaks my heart to admit it, I do not own anyone or anything connected to Vince McMahon and his awesomeness. I can only claim property rights of OC.

***A/N – This story is a special request by cenachick1981. She asked for a story filled with love, passion and the struggle of a young woman to balance the loves in her life. I hope you enjoy!***

There are only a few things in a man's life that actually mean a whole lot. For John Cena that was an incredibly short list. The two most meaningful things in his life were his family and his career. Without his family, his career would have less meaning. Without his career, he wouldn't be able to provide for his family. So why then, was he tempted to commit murder and ruin both of those? His blue eyes stared across the crowded production room at the woman standing in the corner. She was tall, somewhere around five foot seven. Her shoulder length hair was a deep burgundy color. That was something new. The last time he'd seen her, the locks had been light brown. Her smokey hazel eyes moved quickly around the room. It was almost as if she was making it a point not to look in his direction. She smiled at the girl standing next to her, flashing a set of dimples that were all too familiar. With a sigh, John shook his head. So much had changed since the last time he had seen her. So much was different, yet there was something so perfectly familiar. There was a damn good reason that just the sight of her brought an ache to his chest. She had been an important part of his life for as long as he could remember. With a sigh, John shook his head. What the hell happened? John asked himself as he forced his eyes to the front of the room. This was not the same pretty little girl he carried around with him in both his memory and his wallet. He just didn't understand and as soon as the meeting was over, he was going to have a few words with his baby sister.

Julia Erin Cena couldn't contain the excitement bubbling through her. She had never expected her application for an internship with the WWE would be accepted. She was finishing her master's degree in Public Relations. To finish her course work, she had to complete an internship with an approved entity. Imagine her surprise when World Wrestling Entertainment was on the list of options. On a whim, she filled out the paperwork and sent it in. What were the chances of two Cenas making a mark on the world through the same company? She never really expected to be chosen, but then again, her resume was nearly impeccable. And having Cena as a last name didn't hurt her chances either. She hadn't used her relationship with her brother as leverage. She simply relied on her own skills and accomplishments. Imagine her surprise when the letter of acceptance arrived. It had been more than she had really let herself hope for. After five months of careful arranging, she'd packed up her life and temporarily moved to Stamford. Now, here she was, standing in the middle of a pre-show production meeting, trying not to look her brother in the eye. She knew he wasn't happy, she could see it in the tight set of his shoulders. Stealing a glance at John, Erin swallowed hard. She could see the muscle ticking along his square jawline. He was grinding his teeth. Well, he would just have to find a way to be happy. For the next 24 weeks she was a proud member of the WWE Public Relations team.

John left the room a few minutes before the meeting actually ended. He wanted to grab a prime spot to catch Julia when she came out. Leaning against the wall, he kept one eye on the doorway. With the other he pulled his cellphone out of the pocket of his shorts. He flipped it open and checked his call log. He hadn't missed any calls from home. Apparently nobody thought it was necessary to tell him that his one and only sister was going to be working with him. It was such a shame the next phone call he made to his parents would be to inform them of their only daughters untimely demise. Shoving the phone back in is pocket, John stood up straight. The room was quickly emptying. He almost missed her sliding past him. She was partially obscured by the solid wall of the Big Show. Reaching out, he grabbed her by the arm and hauled her to the side.

Once again, he couldn't help but stare at her. She had changed so much in the last few months. What are they teaching you at that ritzy ass grad school? John asked himself as he looked her over again. She was dressed in a pair of dark colored jeans and silver shirt. The shirt barely clung to her, leaving the tops of her shoulders bare. For a second, John was afraid the shirt wasn't going to stay in place. His eyes moved over her face again. His eyes narrowed as she focused on the tiny, nearly invisible stud adorning her nose.

"Does Mom know you got your nose pierced?" John asked.

"Is that how you say hello now?" she asked as she returned the hard look John was giving her.

"I'm serious. What are you doing here?" John pulled her further away from the door. Too many people were milling around in the hallway. There were just too many witnesses if he decided to go on and strangle her now.

"I'm so excited to see you too, John. How was the trip down here? Just fine, thank you? It rained a little but it wasn't terrible." she said with a smile. She wasn't exactly sure why he was being an ass but she wasn't going to tolerate it for a second.

"Cut the bullshit." John said. He usually didn't use profanity around her but in this case, he thought it was necessary. He hated it when she acted like this. "What are you doing here, Julie?"

With a sigh she crossed her arms over her chest and glared up at her brother, "How many times do I have to tell you, my name is Erin?" She had never cared for her first name and had taken to using her middle name years ago. John seemed to be the only hold out. For some reason, he just couldn't bring himself to call her anything other than Julie.

"I told you I was accepted for the internship in Stamford."

John thought back over the last few conversations they'd had. He vaguely remembered her saying something about being accepted to intern at a company based in Stamford. He also remembered her saying he wouldn't believe what she would be doing for the next six months. She was moving to Stamford to work at a major company that hand a large television market. He hadn't stopped long enough to put two and two together. Why the hell hadn't he realized she'd been talking about the WWE? Damn, maybe she was right, maybe he did need to start paying closer attention to what she said.

"So you're staying here in Stamford, right?" John asked.

Erin's smile was so bright, it brought back the ache in his chest. For a single moment, she looked like the young, fresh faced girl he remembered. "Not really."

John silently studied her. After a long moment he asked, "What do you mean, not really?"

"I'm going to be on the road. With you."

Oh no! HELL NO! No way was his baby sister going to be following the roster around like some kind of ring rat. He was going to put her on the next train back to Mom and Pop.

"You're leaving." John said he took her by the arm. He took a couple of steps, trying to pull her along behind him. Somehow she manged to stubbornly stay exactly where she was. Maybe she had started growing roots.

"No way, bro. I'm on the road for the next 22 weeks." Erin once again crossed her arms over her chest. Unconsciously, John mimicked the movement. They stood there a long moment, their posture and stance nearly identical. Erin stared up at John with unblinking hazel eyes as he stared down at her. They were having one of their famous silent battle of wills. Neither of them were willing to be the first to back down.

"Yo, Cena. Let's roll." Randy Orton said as he came to stand beside John.

John's eyes narrowed as the voice momentarily broke his concentration.

"Say good-bye, honey, we got to jet." Randy turned to the burgundy haired girl and smiled slightly. He really wasn't in the mood to have to drag John away from a disaster waiting to happen. His eyes quickly scanned over her, dismissing her as some deranged fan that was trying to catch John.

"Hi, Randy." the girl said. Randy turned fully to get a better look at the girl. There was something so familiar about that voice. He did a quick double take, not really believing what he was seeing. The woman standing in front of John looked familiar. How had he not seen it before? She had the same slightly square jawline, the same tiny cleft in her chin and when she smiled, she would have the same set of dimples as John.

"Holy shit, look at you!" Randy quickly swept Erin into a bear hug. He anchored her against his chest as he squeezed her tight. She laughed softly and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. It had been nearly a year since he'd seen her. And damn if she didn't look like a totally different person. He set her back on her feet and took a step back to look at her. The hair was totally different but those eyes he would know anywhere. He'd spent the better part of their year long relationship looking into those eyes.

"You are fucking hot, Erin." Randy took the hand he was holding and used it to slowly turn her around, getting the full panoramic view. From the top of her head to the tips of her french manicured toes, she looked good enough to eat.

Randy grunted softly as John slugged him hard on the shoulder.

"Watch your mouth." John said.

"What are you doing here?" Randy asked as he pulled Erin in for another hug. He hadn't realized until now just how much he'd missed her.

"I'm doing an internship with the company." Erin's smile was genuine and heart felt.

"Serious? You're working for us?" Randy asked as he wrapped an arm around her shoulder and pulled her against his side.

"Yeah, today is my first day." she said.

"Why didn't you tell me, man?" Randy asked as he looked over at his friend. John was still standing there, his big arms crossed over his thick chest.

"I asked him not to. I wanted it to be a surprise." Erin glanced up at Randy, hoping he didn't detect the fact that she was lying her ass off. Randy had an uncanny knack for knowing when he was being played.

"Awesome! You're gonna be on the road with us?"

Erin nodded slightly as she glanced at John. She silently prayed he wouldn't take the opportunity to rat on her. "John was just telling me that I can room with him tonight."

John merely glanced at Erin then looked at Randy. Apparently he was out numbered. No way in hell would he be able to take on both of them at the same time. He was desperately unnumbered. He'd rather face down the entire roster than have to fight with his sister and best friend.

"Sure! I can find somewhere to crash for the night." Erin looked between Randy and John, feeling a moment of shame. She really should be ashamed of herself for using Randy to get her way. But all was fair in love and war right?

Without a word, John pulled the keys to the rental car out of his pocket. He turned on his heel and stalked to the exit doors. He may have just been played by a woman half his size, but at least she was going to be close enough to kill once they got to the hotel. Randy and Erin trailed along behind John, giving him the chance to get slightly ahead of them. Randy pulled Erin to a stop just inside the double doors. He glanced to make sure John was still making his way to the car before he turned to look at her.

"It really is good to see you again. It's been a long time." he said.

Erin smile faintly, feeling the blush creeping into her cheeks. She was glad to see that Randy didn't harbor any hard feelings. Their relationship had ended much sooner than either one of them really wanted it to. They had agreed that it was better to end things before they'd gotten any more serious. John had objected to Randy's interest in Erin from the very first moment. He'd ranted to anyone who would listen that Erin was much too young to be caught up in a relationship, especially with some one was worldly as Randy. They had tried for a while to make things work, but after a year, they decided that maybe it would be better to put things on the back burner. John would never approve of them being together. And Erin wasn't willing to John in a situation where he had to choose. But thankfully, they had managed to remain friends. That was important to her. She not have been able to have Randy as a lover, but at least she was able to have him as a friend.

With a smile Erin linked her arm through Randy's and turned toward the door. "We better get a move on before he leaves us here. I don't know about you but I really don't want to have to hitch hike to the hotel."

Randy's laughter washed over Erin like a balm. Instantly, she felt better. As long as she had one man in her life she could on, she was well ahead of the game.

***A/N – okay, y'all what do you think? Please review! ***