authors note: This idea took root and won't leave til it is written down. I wanted to try something different, so I decided to make Evan pretty dark. As always I don't own anything. Enjoy.

That had to be the worse match he had ever had. Evan Bourne was sitting in the locker room with a protective arm around his stomach. He had just had a match with the veteran Chavo Gurerro, and it had sucked, big time! Almost as soon as the bell rang Evan had felt a bad discomfort in his stomach that had quickly grown worse, and he knew that if he didn't hurry up he would have tossed his cookies all over the ring. Which was why his match looked like a rookies first time ever in the ring. Luckily he was with Chavo, who seemed to understand something was going on.

"I'll distract the ref, and you go for the small package." Chavo whispered to him and looked at the ref for conformation that he heard him. The ref gave the double blink indicating he understood what the plan was. Chavo tried to cover Evan and got a two count and went to argue with the ref. With his back turned to him, Evan did a quick roll up for the pin. As soon as the ref let go of his hand Evan was off, sprinting to the locker rooms were he was sitting now.

"Hey kid, what the hell was that?" Triple H asked standing in front of Evan.

" This isn't ECW anymore, your on RAW and if you don't shape up..."

"Hunter."

" Dude I'm giving you advice don't interrupt, anyway..."

"Hunter"

" Your damn good and I don't want to see you shipped back to that crap show..."

"HUNTER!"

"What."

"If you don't move I'm gonna ruin your shoes." Evan started gagging and then emptied his stomach all over the floor. Triple H jumped out of the way just in time.

"Shit kid!" Hunter yelled grabbing the trash can and getting it under Evan just as more of Evan's dinner made an appearance. Evan leaned back against the locker when the bout ended, though spasm's still wracked his mid-section.

"You Ok?" Hunter asked placing a hand on Evan's shoulder. All Evan could do was nod.

"So I'm guessing this is why your match was so hideous."

"Yeah, I was fine at the start of it but then it felt like someone stabbed me in the gut." Evan licked his dry lips and closed his eye's as his queasy stomach continued to churn.

"Well I'll go call Vince and let him know whats going on so he dosen't fire you." Hunter joked, trying to cheer up the smaller man.

"And I'll get the janitors in here fast." Hunter said avoiding stepping in the puddle on the floor.

Evan cracked open one eye and looked at The Game. "Thanks Hunter, for everything."

"Feel better kid." Hunter said leaving the sick high flyer alone.

Randy Orton walked down the hall with noticeable bounce in his step. He and Sam were officially divorced. They had decided about a month ago that it was time, that they were both ready to move on with there life and stop living a lie. He already took the first step, 10 minutes ago he called his dad to let him know that he and Sam were divorcing.

10 minutes ago

"What? Randel what the hell are you talking about?"

"Well dad, Sam and I decided it was time for us to stop hiding. So go fuck yourself you old bigot, I'm gay and about to go tell the man I love how I really feel!"

"Randel I swear to all that is holy..." Randy snapped his phone shut and turned it off.

yes life was good, and about to become better. It was about time he started living his life the way he wanted, instead of the way he was expected to.

Heading into the cafeteria, Randy noticed a visibly disturbed Hunter sitting by himself on the phone with the janitorial staff.

"hey man whats up? You look like shit." Randy asked once hunter hung up.

"That kid Evan Bourne is puking his guts up all over the locker room."

"Dude that's why you look so green, because some body's throwing up...seriously?"

"I was completley pathetic throughout Stephanies pregnancies. Anyway, I should probably find him a ride to the hotel I really doubt he can drive."

Seeing this as the perfect opportunity, Randy seized the chance to act on his long awaited desire.

"Tell you what, I'll put you out of your misery and give Evan a ride back." Hunter grinned from ear to ear.

"Thanks man, I really appreciate it."

True to his word, Hunter got the janitorial staff in fast to clean up the mess. Evan managed to change out of his ring attire and put on a pair of Jeans, leaving his shirt and shoes in his gym bag.

Footsteps echoed through the empty locker room, and a uncharacteristically humane Randy entered the room. The smell of bleach and ammonia permiatted the room making Evan's stomach lurch.

"Hey, I heard you weren't feeling to hot and could use a ride back."

Evan eyed Randy apprehensively, the viper was not known to show sympathy for anyone but himself.

"And why are you helping me? What's in it for you?" Randy smiled confusing Evan further.

Randy walked over to were Evan was sitting and extended his hand to him. Evan looked at it hesitantly as if it might bite him, waiting a moment and then sliding his palm into the offered hand. Being careful not to jar the younger mans uneasy stomach, Randy pulled Eavn up to his feet. Evan was feeling incredibly dizzy, which made him very unsteady on his feet.

"Easy baby, I got you." Before Evan had a chance to comment on why the viper called him baby, Randy slung Evan's arm around his neck letting Evan lean against him. Randy leaned his head into Evan's neck, breathing in the musky scent of his body. He put his lips so close to Evan's ear that he was almost touched it.

Softly he whispered. " I'm helping you because I care about you, and I'm worried."

(A/N) Ok I know it's kinda short, but I promise it will get WAAAAAY Better! Please R&R and i'll try to update soon. -Jessica