First off I just wanna say that i hate having 3 fics on the go at once, but i heard an old song i used to like the other day which inspired me to make a second chris/lita vid and that vid combined with the line i ended the vid on inspired this fic. So I hope you all enjoy....if you read this please take the time to review...with three storys now the number of reviews will determine order of updates. But this is my new fav pairing and does hold a soft spot in my heart sooo without further adue here it is....

Amy let out a heavy sigh, running one hand back through her wet hair and dragging her heavy luggage behind her with the other one. This day could not get any worse, first she got to the rental company only to find out they hadn't gotten her reservation, forcing her to ride with Stacy Keibler who would not shut up about what a big asshole Andrew, better known as Test, was. As if the red head didn't know that all men were morons. Of course she knew that, after all Matt had dumped her in front of the world making her feel even more pathetic then she would have anyway. And then she felt like an even bigger idiot when she fell for Jay, thinking he was different, only to wind up heart broken again, learning it was all some dumb bet. Then as icing on the cake he wound up stumbling into bed with Trish Stratus, a woman she used to call a friend but was now her biggest enemy.

Her day grew worse as time progressed it seemed because as soon as she stepped out of the car it started to poor. The rain soaked her to the bone, and now she was tracking water through the hotel lobby.

"Excuse me." She said, leaning over the desk to garner the attention of the man behind it who was in deep conversation with what sounded like bitchiest woman she had ever heard, on the telephone.

He looked up at her frustrated, "Yes? Can I help you?"

"Reservation for Dumas." She responded, tapping her hand on the counter as she waited for him to punch in the five letters that would get her the key she desperately needed. A hot bath sounded like heaven right about now, she was freezing from the cold and her back was killing her from her match with Victoria the night before.

He looked up at her again, "Um how do you spell that?"

Crossing her arms in frustration Amy rolled her eyes at him, "D-U-M-A-S"

A few more clicks in the computer and he looked up again, "I'm sorry mame, I'm not seeing you're reservation here...are you sure it was this hotel?"

"Yes I'm fucking sure it was this hotel, what is it with you people? First my car, now my hotel...it's your god damn job to keep this shit straight."She yelled, not caring what kind of scene she was causing, enough was enough.

The next thing she knew there were a pair of hands around her mouth, "Please excuse my friend...she's having a bad day." A female voice told him, a voice belonging to Stacy Keibler. "Would you happen to have anything else available?"

He shook his head, "Some wrestling thing in town, everything's booked solid."

"Then you'll stay with me," Stacy said with a smile, releasing her grip on the Sanford native, "We'll make due. Could you please have her bags and mine brought to 310?"

He nodded reluctantly, looking at Amy as if she was about to jump over the counter and tear out his still beating heart. Had Stacy not been standing there, she just might have...

"Thanks Stac," Amy said softly, turning away from the desk to walk with her, "After today I'm going to owe you my first born."

The blonde smiled, pleased with her good deed of the day, "What are friends for silly?" She asked, handing the woman the spare key card. "I'll see you later I have to find Jackie for lunch."

Amy watched as she walked off, clicking her heals as she went. She was grateful to her, and she did think she was a sweet person...but her bubbly persona drove her crazy and the red head wasn't sure if she could survive staying with her for even one night.

"This day really can't get worse." Amy said aloud, turning her body around to head for the elevators...meeting the smirk of the last person she wanted to see.

"Bad day?" Trish mocked, giggling as she tilted her head to the side.

"I stand corrected." She said, her hand finding her forehead. "It just got worse...to what do I owe the pleasure Patricia?"

The Canadian placed her hands on her hips, "Why I just wanted to see how you were taking things...you know, the fact that I'm fucking the man you're in love with?"

"I am not in love with Jay."

Trish sent her a saucy wink, "Your eyes say other wise sweetie...but you know it's ok, great even...I mean I'm getting two for one here. On one hand I'm getting some of the best sex of my life and as an added bonus I get to break your heart...god it's great being me."

Her hand clenched up in a fist then opened, preparing to swing for the fences and slap the taste right out of Trish's mouth....but before her hand could even leave her side someone grabbed it, lacing their fingers with hers.

The look on Trish's face turned from satisfied to disgust when she spotted who was standing next to Amy. The red head turned into him slowly to see just who it was, and was shocked to see it was Chris Jericho, still squeezing her hand tightly.

"Hey baby." He said with a smile, placing a soft kiss on Amy's cheek, "Sorry it took me so long to get the bags to the room but I kind of got lost on the way..." Chris leaned down to brush his lips across her ear, "I couldn't stop thinking about you." He whispered, just loud enough for Trish to hear as he reached up to brush a loose hair from her eyes.

Amy didn't know what the hell was going on, what was he thinking? Why were his lips so close to her face?

"Oh hey Trish..." He said suddenly, pretending to just notice her standing there, "You look..."

"Fabulous?" She questioned, fluffing her hair.

He laughed, "Not my words... I was going to ask if you've gained some weight, looking a little hefty there, might want to lay off the airline peanuts."

Trish stomped her foot in anger, "I have NOT gained weight!" She screamed, "And I don't even eat those peanuts."

Chris rubbed his jaw with his free hand, looking a little stunned, "Really? I mean I figured those were your fav, what with all the nuts you normally put in your mouth."

A blood curling shriek came from her mouth as she stormed off absolutely furious.

The red head couldn't hold back her laughter any longer, "That was hilarious."

Chris smiled, "I'm glad you enjoyed."

"Can I ask what just happened?" She questioned, looking down at their hands, which were still laced together.

It was only then that he noticed he hadn't let go, immediately doing so, "I just saw her giving you a hard time and wanted to shut her up. I can stand the person she's become."

"Well thanks." Amy said smiling, "It was really sweet of you."

"It was nothing," He replied, dismissing her making a big deal out of it, "So I'll see you around?"

"Yeah, see you around." She repeated, watching as he headed for hotel's restaurant...holding a hand to her cheek. She realised he had just explained his actions, but she still had no idea what had just happened.