A/N: How about that last chapter, huh? XD Gotta love smexy fun time, eh? I would like to thank all of you who have been reading this and giving me your support. It means the world to me and I hope that this last chapter doesn't disappoint. Thank you. R&R. Enjoy!

Setting You Free

"John is finally embracing the hate."

John shivered as he watched Glenn do the final segment of Raw with Eve. Just hearing the larger man's voice made him think incredibly perverted things and he knew that he needed to keep himself in check. After the show, Glenn and himself were supposed to go out to dinner with Mark, Evan, Chris, and Phil and he was looking forward to it. Although they went out with Mark and Evan a lot, they didn't usually go out with Chris and Phil. It wasn't because they didn't like them, because both John and Glenn happened to like them both very much, but Chris had issues going on with his divorce and it took its toll on him and Phil. So, being able to spend time with them made John anxious and excited for Raw to end.

As he watched the rest of the segment, John couldn't help but wonder if Glenn's migraine had dwindled or disappeared all together. For as long as he's known his master, John's been aware of the fact that Glenn got incredibly painful migraines on occasion. He still wrestled with them, but he was usually in a shit ton of pain when everything was said and done. Tonight was no exception, and although Glenn had taken some medicine for his migraine, John couldn't help but wonder if the larger man still had it. And if he did still have it, would he want to follow through with their dinner plans or not? John hoped not, but if his master wasn't feeling well, he wasn't going to put him through more pain and suffering.

As the screen went black before showing the WWE logo, John turned around and entered the locker room. Some of the guys had already changed and left, and Wade was among them. Ever since that fateful night, the Englishman has avoided John like the plague and he wasn't the least bit concerned about it. Wade had been warned and he hadn't heeded John's warning, so his punishment was justified. Randy had returned as well, but John hadn't seen him at all, aside from what he had watched on the TV screen. He had no idea if Randy had left or if he was still around, but since he hadn't run into him, John figured that it was safe to say that the younger man was gone.

Making his way over to his locker, John picked up his bag and set in on the bench. He hadn't wrestled that night and the only thing he did was a promo, so he didn't need to change. Instead, he focused on gathering Glenn's stuff up and getting it ready. Regardless of what the larger man chose to do, whether he chose to go to their dinner or to return to their hotel, John was going to have their belongings ready. Suddenly, an idea popped into his mind and he opened Glenn's bag. Searching through it, he found the bottle of Excedrin Migraine and took it out, just in case the larger man still had his horrible migraine.

As John pulled out the street clothes Glenn had worn earlier that evening, he heard a commotion in the hallway outside of the locker room. With a look mixed with curiosity and suspicion adorning his face, John made his way towards the door and opened it up. At first, he didn't understand what he was seeing or what was going on. Then, as his mind began to process it, anger quickly spread throughout his being and he growled before leaving the safety of the locker room.

Glenn was lying on the floor, with one hand on his head while the other was struggling to find something to help him to his feet. Towering over him, seething and looking every bit like the Viper he was so often called, was Randy. Pride, loathing, and blatant jealousy were apparent on his face, and John knew immediately that Randy had done something to him.

Without thinking, John stormed over to them and, before Randy could turn his head, he had the tattooed man pinned against the wall. Randy thrashed about, trying to break free, but John was far more resilient and stubborn than Randy and they both knew it. John could outlast Randy in any given wrestling match and he could outlast him in anything outside the ring as well, so it was a futile effort for the younger man to struggle. Still, he refused to give up and he continued to attempt to break free. And John, pissed off to the max at the fact that Randy had done something to his master, merely glared at him with cold blue eyes before he head butted him. The attack hurt them both, but John knew that it hurt Randy even more. After all, it hadn't been John's first head butt and it wasn't going to be his last. He was notorious for having a hard head and he used it to his advantage whenever he could.

Hearing Randy's stunned groan gave John a little satisfaction, but not enough. He was livid and more pissed off at the man that had been his best friend than he had ever been before. Even his anger at Wade that night hadn't been as bad or as deadly and that was saying something.

"Randal Keith Orton. What the fuck did you do to my man, huh?" Randy's pale eyes glared into his own, but the sudden pin and head butt had fazed him more than he would ever care to admit. John saw that and he smirked.

"You just can't give up can you, you little son of a bitch?" John pulled him away from the wall only to slam him back into it as hard as he could.

"I know that you were told what happened to Wade, Randal. The only reason why I'm not beating you half to hell right now is because I valued you as a friend for a long time. But no more, Randal. Do you understand me? We. Are. Done. Don't talk to me, text me, or call me or any other shit like that, got me? We're not friends anymore, Randal; you went and fucked that up before this and now, now you've made things even worse. We both know that I'm far stronger than you and you've seen what I can do to people who piss me off to the max. Do not make me destroy you, Randal."

John let Randy go and the younger man staggered for a bit before he found his feet. When he was steady, he looked at John, but was met with a fist to his face. John watched as Randy hit the wall again and fell to the floor. A hand on his shoulder made him jump and he looked up to see that Glenn had managed to get back on his feet. There was large, reddish bump on his head and he looked as though he had been fighting in one of those back stage fights that they had been having ever since their storyline started. His green eyes were filled with anger and a bit of pain, but other than that, Glenn appeared to be fine. A small smile worked its way onto John's face and he turned around to help his master into the locker room, ignoring all of the stares from the confused and concerned staff and coworkers.

"You seem to be…using your fists a lot more, John. Embracing the hate outside of the ring as well, I see." The fact that Glenn was talking and trying to make light of the situation told John that his migraine had dwindled. But he still handed Glenn the bottle of Excedrin and some water when he sat down on the bench.

"Oh yeah. It's giving me a real thrill." Taking the medicine and water from John, Glenn popped two pills into his mouth and drank some water. John handed him his clothes and watched over him as he changed.

"So…what happened?" John watched as Glenn sighed and zipped his jeans up before putting his shirt on.

"I was making my way back here to get ready when Orton came out of nowhere. The fucking punk… His attitude is worse than Phil's sometimes." John laughed even though he still felt angry at what Randy had done.

"He hit you on the head?" Glenn nodded and brushed his hair out of the way before he put his ring gear in his bag and closed it.

"He's a coward who will take whatever opportunity he sees to try and take down a foe larger than himself. In an actual match, he wouldn't beat me. And, from what I saw, he wouldn't beat you either. Not by himself at least." John laughed and picked up his bag before he grabbed Glenn's.

"I can get that, you know." John shrugged.

"I figured that you could use a little break after…well, that." John watched as a soft smile spread across Glenn's face before they kissed. It was a simple and chaste kiss but it spoke volumes to both of them, especially because Randy just happened to walk into the locker room at that exact moment. Had John not been angry, he would have laughed at the look on Randy's face.

"Thank you, John." John observed as Glenn's green eyes followed Randy before they returned to him. A grin, one that didn't quite reach John's eyes, wormed its way onto his face as his master shrugged.

"I think he got the message. If he hadn't, he would have done more…or at least he would have said something instead of rushing past us." John felt relief chew away at his anger, but he knew that he wouldn't calm down and relax completely for a few hours yet.

"About damn time. So, did you want to head back to the hotel or go to dinner?" Glenn grabbed his hand and they left the locker room and made their way towards the parking lot.

"I still have a headache, but I'm hungry, so we're going to dinner." John nodded. They made it to their car and put their stuff on the backseat before getting in.

"If you say so. But don't order anything too heavy. It might make your migraine worse." Glenn grinned.

"Thank you, Doctor Quinn. I'll keep that in mind." They both laughed and John rubbed his thigh before pulling his hand away.

"Doctor Quinn doesn't give you head though, does she?" Glenn chuckled.

"No, she doesn't."

The conversation ceased and John looked out the window as they made their way to the restaurant. Knowing that Randy had finally got the message made him feel better and more secure about his relationship with Glenn. He had no idea what the future would bring or where they would be in five or ten years, but he really didn't care. All he cared about was the fact that he was with Glenn, his master, and his one and only right here and right now. As long as they were together and doing what they loved with each other and their friends, John was happy.