A/N: I hope you enjoy my first story! Please note (as I shall ONLY say it ONCE) I own my original characters ONLY! Everyone else in the WWE is owned by themselves and Vince McMahon (gimmicks, trademarks, you get the idea). Reviews=LOVE, so please leave some...ENJOY! *PLEASE NOTE: This is a *mainly* T story, but I am rating it T-M for language in future chapters, although it will be kept at a minimum, I promise!*
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All she heard was him screaming her name. She tried desperately to drown him out as she ran through the airport, her heels clacking on the linoleum as Chavo ran beside her, ready to protect her if anything went down. The gate was only a few yards away; if she could just make it to the gate, she would be okay.

By some miracle of God, she managed to outrun Adam and made it to the gate. She handed her boarding pass to the stewardess, and she hugged Chavo goodbye, promising to call as soon as she landed. As she made her way to board the plane, she heard Adam scream her name one more time, agonized and desperate. She turned to look back at him one last time and a tear rolled down her cheek as she finally turned away from him. Forever.

Isabelle tossed and turned on her couch, caught in the deep throws of the memory of the day that she'd ended her relationship with Adam. As she tossed once more, the shrill ring of her cell phone brought her out of the nightmare. Isabelle woke with a start, not wanting to believe that she was hearing that ringtone. That particular ring had been reserved for her friend and former boss, Vickie Guerrero. It can't be. For the first time in quite awhile, she was nervous about picking up the phone. What could Vickie possibly want? After all, they hadn't spoken at all since Isabelle's hurried departure two months before.

Isabelle looked at the phone, which was now vibrating across the coffee table, and debated on letting the machine take the call. As the thought crossed her mind, she couldn't help but scold herself. She couldn't ignore Vickie anymore; Vickie had always been there when she needed her. Sighing, she quickly picked up the phone.

"Hello?"

"Hello stranger! Haven't heard from you in forever!" said Vickie, relief and happiness lacing her voice. "How are you?"

"I'm…uh…I'm good. How about you? How are the girls?" asked Isabelle, trying to mask the sudden nervous bug that had taken over her. Calm down! Quickly, she forced herself back into the conversation.

"The girls are great, busy with school. And I'm busier than ever, now that I've switched brands and all. Lucky for me, Chavo's there, so he can help. Guess what, sweetie?"

Isabelle hated surprises, and she knew that. Isabelle sucked in a breath. "Vickie, this better be good, because you know how I hate surprises."

On the other end of the phone, Vickie chuckled. "Yes, yes, I know! You hate surprises, they're a heart attack in a box. But I promise you this one is a good one. Have you been keeping up with WWE?" Isabelle was shocked into silence. What was a good excuse to give her former boss, aside from her whole, embarrassing, disgusting story? After quite a silence, Vickie said, "I guess you haven't," with an undertone of what very well could be sadness. "Anyway," she continued, "In the newest storyline, Edge and Big Show are both vying for my affection. In last week's match, they knocked me out in the ring, thereby giving me a relatively easy week and a chance to take an early weekend. So…I'm coming to visit Orlando. And a trip just wouldn't be complete without seeing you! What do you say? Can we meet up?"

It took all of her willpower for Isabelle not to say no. After all, what harm could it do? Vickie was one of her greatest friends, after all. Besides, she did owe her that much; she'd left Vickie without a trace, no explanations, nothing, until a week after she had settled in Florida, and even then, they had been a load of vague and transparent bullshit about wanting to settle down more. So, they arranged to meet at a tapas bar in the downtown Orlando area on Thursday. When the conversation was over, Isabelle couldn't shake the feeling that she was going to regret this meeting. She shook her head and headed for her closet. If she was going to meet with Vickie, she had to look her best.
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Two days later, Isabelle was seated on a bench outside of the Olé Tapas Bar putting the final touches on her makeup and making sure everything was perfect.

"Oh my goodness!" she heard as she glanced in the mirror one last time. Isabelle quickly turned and sucked in a breath as she laid eyes on Vickie.

"Hi Vickie! You look great," she said, rising to give Vickie a hug. As she held her friend, she couldn't help but feel a wave of bittersweet joy. She'd forgotten what Vickie's hugs were like, and it felt amazing to have her best friend with her.

"Thanks, so do you!" Vickie said, pulling away from her and looking her over. "My God, Florida has been good to you. Wow!"

Isabelle blushed. "Thank you." She grabbed her purse from the bench and walked into the restaurant with Vickie. Lucky for them, they had arrived after the lunch rush, so the restaurant was pretty empty, save for maybe two or three occupied tables. They were quickly led to a private booth toward the back of the restaurant. As the women slid into the booth, and ordered a drink from a sun-kissed waiter who had a thick Spanish accent, they started to chat.

"So, how are you liking Orlando?" asked Isabelle, gingerly picking up a slice of garlic bread and taking a bite.

"It's really good. Shaul and Sherrilynn are loving it. And I'm taking them to Disney tomorrow, so Sherri is really excited. Shaul keeps saying she's too old for Disney, but I know her…she's secretly dying to go," she responded, taking a sip of the Coke that the waiter had placed in front of her. "But theme parks and relaxation were not the only reasons I came here, Belle."

Isabelle tried to keep her face calm and collected. Inside, though, her organs had twisted into several complicate knots. Vickie never did anything without a purpose. And judging from her former boss' tone, it was a serious purpose. "What does bring you here, Vic?"

"You do. I need your help, Belle."

Isabelle arched an eyebrow, urging Vickie to continue with her eyes as she picked up her glass to take a sip of her Sprite. "I need you to come back to Smackdown!"