Disclaimer: No person, place or thing you recognize belongs to me. I lay claim to any OC's that may appear and the plot.

Pairings/Primary Characters: Trish/Jericho, Maria/A.J Styles, Mickie/Cena, Lita/Punk; also includes Lance Storm, Raven, Alex Shelley, Victoria, Kelly Kelly

Notes: This is a completely A/U piece with a mixture of real names and wrestling names. Some people are related, I'll try to clarify everything in story but if there's something that's unclear, let me know.

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Amy Dumas yawned, stretching her legs out as far as she could in the cramped airport terminal. She hadn't really expected for quite this many people to be taking an international flight to Costa Rica, but then again, two months ago; she hadn't really expected to be taking this trip. Although, as the redhead impatiently checked her wristwatch, Amy reminded herself that her childhood best friend had always been just a little over the top. And the Stratus family had never spared any expense when Trish was growing up, so why should now be any different? Even if the sole purpose behind the vacation was for the members of the wedding party to bond, Amy couldn't help but shake her head a little... her best friend, though she loved her like family, had always been on the spoiled side. Plus, if anything, the vacation and the subsequent wedding would be a welcomed break from her normally busy life in Orlando. Working for Disney certainly had it's benefits, but it also meant being extremely busy at certain times of the year.

A frown creased at the corners of her mouth, Amy loved her job, really she did but it was so busy at this time of the year.

Not to mention, the vacation/bonding trip would be a much needed separation from her on again, off again boyfriend; Amy pursing her lips slightly at the thought of him. Usually he wasn't that bad of a person, he had his moments like most people; but when she had mentioned the trip … and going without him … he'd nearly thrown a temper tantrum. Amy understood his side of things, of course, but she also didn't understand why he couldn't just trust her... sighing, she ran a hand through her hair; removing a folded sheet of paper from the outer pocket of her carry-on. Thinking ahead, she also brought out the itinerary for the upcoming trip; the woman thankful that mostly everything was done digitally now so she wouldn't have to worry about losing her boarding pass.

Subject: Wedding Plans!

Hey future maid of honor, just sending along the itinerary for the Costa Rica trip and the itinerary for Las Vegas. I can't believe the wedding is a month away! As the detailed itinerary will show you, we'll be in Costa Rica for nine days; but it'll only be the main members of the wedding party so you can all bond and stuff :) Or get re-acquainted, if you get my drift ;) After that, we'll head back to Las Vegas-- and no, don't believe what my stupid brother A.J tells you; Chris and I are not getting married at some stupid drive-thru chapel with Elvis. Like my parents would really let that happen anyway. My bachelorette party and Chris' bachelor party are both taking place in Las Vegas, of course. I know it won't be your first trip there, but it should still be a lot of fun, right?

Anyway, I'll see you when you land in Costa Rica!

All of my love,

Trish

p.s. Tell Randy when he's being less of an asshole, he can always join us in Vegas :P

In his defense, Randy had at least been kind enough to drive her to the airport that morning … and he'd also agreed to water the house plants and feed the fish. Even if he was still rather put-off by the fact that Trish had left him out of the big Costa Rica trip; provided he could get the time off … he fully intended on joining her in Las Vegas for the wedding. And after the fight they'd had last night when she was packing; Amy didn't know if she was thankful for that or not. Checking her wrist watch one more time, the redhead then folded up the printed e-mail; tucking back it back into the side pocket of her carry on. Right now she wasn't going to dwell about Randy or the petty fight they had; right now she was going to focus on her upcoming flight. A flight, according to the itinerary, that would connect in Houston before continuing on to San Jose.

And somehow, in the back of her mind, Amy couldn't shake the feeling that this vacation/bonding experience, was going to change her life.

Later in Houston...

Amy gritted her teeth, clutching her carry-on tightly as she raced through the airport to get to the next gate. If she missed her flight... determination set in her eyes as she wove through the crowds. Nothing was going to keep her from missing the connecting flight to San Jose. And finally she saw the proverbial light at the end of the tunnel … or at the very least, the gate that she was trying to reach. Luckily, her race through the airport had provided her with a few minutes to sit down; but no sooner had she sat down did she find the seat next to her occupied... trying to be inconspicuous about it; Amy glanced sideways, pretending to be more interested in the wall than the man sitting next to her. But, as hazel eyes just barely caught sight of a tattooed arm...

"I'm Phil," the sound of his voice brought her attention to his face, "Phil Brooks, nice to meet you."

"Amy Dumas," she replied politely, her eyes catching his amused green. "Nice to meet you," the redhead added as an afterthought.

He studied her closely, "... you aren't Cry-Baby Amy... are you?"

She stiffened almost instantly, no one had called her that since high school. "P.J Brooks," Amy nearly spit out the name in distaste, "of all the people to run into."

Phil grinned at her, "oh come on Ames, it's been years."

Amy arched an eyebrow, "not long enough in my opinion." Her eyes narrowed, "and don't call me Ames, only my friends call me that. You did nothing but torment me, all through day care, kindergarten, elementary school--"

"Okay, so I wasn't the nicest person back then, but people change." He held up his hands in defense when she glared, "what're you doing here anyway?"

"Waiting for a flight, obviously," she pressed her lips into a thin line, "I'm going to Costa Rica for--"

"Nine days?" Phil finished with an amused smirk, "for the Stratus-Jericho bonding trip?"

Amy cringed, "next thing you're going to tell me is that your Chris' best man." And when his smirk only widened, the redhead buried her face in her hands.

Of all the people to run into, it just had to be her childhood tormentor. Not that she would ever admit to the huge crush that she had on him back then... but that was then. Now, well they were both adults, they hadn't dealt with each other since graduation. And at the very least, Phil was a familiar face for the upcoming flight. Not that Amy planned on speaking with him at any time during that flight; it was the principle of the thing... and the redhead was so caught up in her thoughts that she failed to hear the boarding announcement; Phil grabbing her carry-on and waving his free hand in front of her face to get her attention. Unfortunately, the flight attendant seemed to interpret that as them wanting to sit together … and since they'd somehow both managed to wrangle first class seating. Amy sighed as she seated herself, sinking into the luxurious seat; it was going to be a very long two weeks ahead.