Well :D my other storyies are on standby for a while -3- (stinkin school) BUT...BeautyKillerRhodes and myself are typing up this one together. Please enjoy XD

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The Viper narrows his gaze to the window, looking past Cody and his tirade of hushed complaints about having to sit in the same row next to Cole, even if he was separated with Orton between them. In his other ear, Cole had been talking about his own personal greatness… or something that Randy was ignoring; a precious skill in their past several months of dating and marriage. His silver eyes follow the snow falling outside their not-at-all-private plane, he wasn't so annoyed anymore when he thought about how it would soon be all gone and they would be landing in the tropics, watching Cody and Ted saunter around on the beach like sex Gods and; in their not-so-family vacation, as Cole had to just invite the rest of his friends: watch Riley try to hide John Morrison's body in the sand the second he stepped off his surf board in his array of Impress-Miz kind of tricks… and of course, Swagger in all of his not-so-glorious singleness, attempting to secure a vacation fling.

He closes his eyes for a moment, a sly grin playing on his face as he imagines the better part of his winter vacation in the tropics. Especially the parts that included Cole causing them both to fall out of their beach hammock and the all too sensual way that Cody gets out of the water. He opens his eyes and smiles at Cole, a little more dirty than he'd hope; but at least that probably gave some kind of signal for the Mile High Club as a thank you on their way back home.

"So… where are we going to, anyway?" he finally asks, now that they had all been boarded onto the plane, this seemed like an okay time for Cole to finally reveal his secret winter vacation plans that he put together with Shawn Michaels on their fishing trip before the show in California back in November; at least the weather had been much warmer there than it was in New York the past few weeks.. But Randy hadn't been on the Raw show to enjoy the weather on the West.

Cole smiled up at the Randy and patted his leg. "I cant tell you that. Its going to be a surprise." Too long had it been since the announcer had a break. Too long had it been since he actually had a break with HIS Randy. Now it was his time. Sure he had to bring everyone else along including Randy's "Boys" but spending time with his love was more important, right? "You should really be thanking me for this whole thing- everyone should! It was my idea!"

The brilliance of the whole trip really fell on Shawn, though. The man heard his plea and worked magic on the new COO for some off time. Maybe it was a little low but even Cole knew he was no saint. Michaels was truly something else but that was a whole different story.

Two whole weeks in the Caribbean. He was sure the tan man was thinking about all the adventures that were sure to come their way. Oh the crew and their antics never grew old. But he was really hoping to hit the nude beaches. Okay… maybe it was a little on the perverse side but the Adonis loved the attention, craved it and he had no problem giving him just that. Sun glistening off the tan skin, he let his mind drift into serenity as he anticipated the lovely scene. A sigh of joy passed his lips softly and he looked out at the frosty window. Only a few more hours.

"You all will be reaching your destination soon so please stay seated."

Cole rose to the flight attendant, questioningly.
"No sir, it doesn't take that long to get to your destination."
Why was the ride so short? They were on the right plane...right?

"Carribeans? No! This plane goes to..."

There was an uproar on the plane as everyone turned with wide eyes.

"This plane goes to Sweden?"

The Viper's ears ring to Cole's screech in a fashion that would only be known as the sound of a microphone too close to a speaker. His fingers twitch, matching his eyelid that shifts the silver contact over his killer red optics ever so slightly. Finally they clench, crushing the baby & parenting magazine in his hands: his latest issue that he'd been subscribed to for the majority of his adult life and completely book marked with critical areas to compile with back home. He hisses vilely, turning slowly to Cole and completely ready to strangle him if he wasn't so certain that this was his last husband, and his last chance to put all of his pent up baby-skills and child-bearing hips to meaningful use. The oxygen to his brain was also quite crucial, any less brain cells and he would have never picked up on his wishes…

The calm before the storm sets in quickly, he rolls his shoulders and tosses his head slowly from side to side, bending down to pick up the magazine that had fallen at the sleeping Cody's feet. He quickly slaps the magazine over Cole's head - so much for brain cell protection.

A hush falls over Miz; probably for the first time since take off. Swagger silenced from his bickering at Riley to have shut up Miz prior to the outburst that quieted everyone… he was already far too annoyed from sitting beside DiBiase.

"I did not leave New York to come to SWEDEN and rot in even more snow than that's at home! Why didn't you tell me about this! I'm going home on the next flight back!" he screams in anger, startling Cody awake beside him, out of a dream about Zelda… or Orton in a Zelda dress. The same narrowed eye glare that was a clear giveaway to a deadly RKO had he been in the ring.

"Look, now you woke up Rhodes! Would you just calm down? I can handle this!" Cole sadly pulled out his phone and scrolled through his contacts. He needed to get to the bottom of this...this huge mistake. Finally an answer.

"Hey, Coleminer, whats going on? You almost here?"

Cole just wanted to ring the neck of the man on the other side. "Micheals...where exactly did you book our flight because the attendant said we're heading to oh I don't know- SWEDEN!" He yelled into the phone.

"Oh yeah about that...well..." Shawn's nervous laugh told the whole story, and Cole let out a disheveled groan. Oh great, this is just what he needed.

"I'm sorry! Okay? See there were no flights to the Caribbean's because we booked so late and this was all they had left and...at least we'll have a white Christmas."

He hung up and called the only other person that could even possibly remotely help him out now, especially with the angered man beside him. "Hey, Josh? I need you, NOW!"

"What is it? Do you know what time it is here? And aren't you with Randy on a plane? Go in the bathroom and let him take care of you." The young man had obviously been sleeping.

"Not like that stupid. Look vacations going wrong already and Randy's mad. What should I do?"

There was a long pause and a sigh. "What did you do? Book the wrong flight?" Cole sighed again.

"Thought so. Well all I can say is make the best of what you can. It's almost Christmas. Get him something nice."

Cole rolled his eyes and looked back over to the beautiful man. He got back to his conversation. "I guess if that's the best you can give me...alright. Kiss Bourne good night for me." He heard a gasp from Matthews and hung up with a smirk. When he looked out the window though, his grin faded and he rubbed his hand in his face.

"Why so down, Michael?" Morrison's voice only made him sigh harder. "We're almost there aren't we? Lets make this work." As the plane descended one thing went through his brain. Easier said than done.

Randy gets up in a huff, pulling Rhodes with him and storming over to where Swagger had been seated with DiBiase, bragging about his money under his breath.

"My only schedule this week is 12PM: Count my money, 5PM: Count my money, 10PM: count my money, 11 PM - Randy?"

"Oh so you're getting some kind of sex in that interval?" Swagger rolls his eyes before snapping into immediate anger at DiBiase mocking the lisp in his voice, about to react, he's thrown from his seat and into the isle, along with the unsuspecting woman that had the middle seat.

Randy doesn't care to acknowledge them, and the stewardess hurries them to different seats to get away from Orton. He moves the arm rest and settles against DiBiase with Cody toiling away seated beside them with his Nintendo DS. Teddy and his boy-scout good looks had always been the inevitable way to calm him down like nothing else.

With his magazine ruined and his Beauty Killer completely occupied with Zelda, he settles down at the lingering touch on his legs - DiBiase's compulsive desire. He takes the phone from his skillful hands and pulls up a list of airlines offering flights out of this snow covered country and to somewhere in the Caribbean. His stress boils over, as evident by the look on his face and the way Cody takes notice.

Due to the approaching snow storm, all flights out of the country had been canceled.

His head drops back onto the seats, his eyes glancing out of the window as the plane descended onto the approaching tarmac. Was he really stuck here? The God of hating anything remotely cold against his skin? The guy who slept in bed with a massive amount of comforters, heating blankets while having a heating pad on his side of the bed - even in summer? This was absolutely not happening.

"I think I'm going to kill him," Orton comments, to no one in particular, other than to make it known to himself.

His powerful glare sends away the air hostess telling him to sit upright with a seatbelt on as they descended.

What good was there in Sweden? Land of Ziggler, Chocolate and Ikea? He grumbles to himself, wondering if the Ikea's here had baby furniture that the States didn't have.

"Hey you made it! Welcome to Sweden!" Shawn could feel all of the evil glares but he tried to stand his ground.

He had to remain happy and try to make everyone else follow. The younger guys: easy. He could do that. They were a lot easier to please. Cole? Never pleased. That wasn't new. Cena: always pleased; the guy was happy anytime he was with Shawn. But Randy- Oh yeah, that was a mystery. When Orton got in his funk- which Shawn was absolutely sure he was in, being in this chilly climate, - he didn't know what to do.

"I know this isn't Cabo but I found a really nice ski resort."

Hunter sensed the unsure tone his love carried and stepped in front of him. Maybe he could address the masses better. "Look guys, I'm already paying for all this. We're gonna have a good time and heck, we probably will make memories these next weeks. So lets take it easy, kick back, and find someone to snuggle up to." He was about to wrap his arm around Shawn's slimmer shoulders but it was empty where the blonde once was. "What the..?"

"Alright, now I know how to handle this kind of weather. Everyone find a partner." Bret Hart had instead wrapped his arm around said showstopper and taken the podium. "We don't wanna get lost in the snow so stay close and let's head to the resort."

Hunter was about to blow his top but instead grabbed onto the only one without a held hand; Cena.

Cole latched on to Randy and caught up to Shawn. "I swear I'm going to kill you while you're sleeping."

"But it wasn't my fault!"

"Of course it was! I mean what kind of moron doesn't tell you where you're going? Now no one has any clothes because we packed for warm weather!" He shook in despair at the thought of Randy wearing nothing but a speedo in the freezing cold.

"Well look, I'm very sorry ...again but Hunter took care of all that. He made sure that everything was taken care of. Now can we get off this and go have a good time."

Cole rolled his eyes again when the dirty blonde smiled the sweetest smile he could muster. For him to be such a handsome guy, he was a ditz too often. Cole often wondered how Hunter could deal with the antics but maybe it was why Randy could deal with him; just because.

"You're clueless Michaels."

Cole looked up to Randy and focused on the task at hand. Now was the time to look around and about for the perfect make-up present for the tan man.

Randy walks in annoyed, angry and eerie silence. Was Hunter serious? Was everyone here serious? He couldn't believe his Evolution partner would do something like this to him; he knew he despised cold in any degree. He made this whole trip sound like that time his father, Cowboy Bob, had became stricken with a "good idea" to send his boy to Summer camp. He hopes quietly that Hunter contains Bret within his area - as the last and final thing The Viper needed was his already overcrowded, awful, ruined, horrible vacation to be over. He doesn't need another infamous "Bret The Hitman Hart story" webbing it's way into his mind. He really, really doesn't. Not now. Not later. Not backstage somewhere. Not ever. He truly doesn't care.
It's not that Randy is rude, he just was not taught to politely pretend to be nice to people he couldn't stand… it's an Orton thing; one of those genetic things he's sure will pass down to his snotty children.

He suppresses a hiss, watching Morrison running off with Miz with Riley in tow; this was the great opportunity he was waiting for to accomplish snowboarding; just as good as his surfing skills. His mind was settled immediately on the great time that they would have at the ski lodge, showing Miz how to ski and snowboard, shoving Riley down the slope and watching his annoying, overly pandering self slam into a tree.

Why did they get to have a great time and he didn't?

His glare sets back down onto Cole for not having known about this ahead of time, and cuddles up into him. His tattooed body already shaking from the cold that he had no tolerance for in more than one way.

"I think I'm going to be sick this entire vacation…" he admits to Cole as they get their now-useless bags from the claim and head out to the car. The cold weather hitting the sleeve-less Orton, little flakes of snow landing on him that Rhodes and DiBiase brush off of him, he cuddles up into one of the side seats in the limousine, "I fucking hate everything," he stares daggers out the windows, the snow fall increasing each second. His knees are pulled to his chest and his arms latch onto Cole and brumates himself with Ted and Cody. Did someone not even have the brains to keep the engine running to heat the car?

"When we get back home, we'll sell your house in New York and just live at your house in Texas.. We don't need two houses… It's more than big enough for the three of us… and then some."

Cole only gave a curt nod and looked at his watch. As soon as they got to the resort it would be time to get in bed or on the couch- the second option probably the most applicable seeing as how the viper was seething.
He sighed and scanned the group. The younger guys were just fooling around like usual, Randy was bundled up with the other third generation superstars, and everyone else was just talking away.

Why couldn't people just shut up and let him think?

"Oh man, its huge!" John's voice drew him from his thoughts and he merely glanced out the window before it drew him in. The place was gorgeous- from the outside at least: with all the snow on every ledge it could reach; like a pure blanket of white that differed against the dark hard wood. Then the moonlight only added to the beauty of the glistening snow.

Cole squinted to try and pronounce the hotel's name. "Chalet...Anders?" He said it over and over again, trying to find out if he was saying it right but no one else knew so it was somewhat pointless- he concluded.
He shifted his gaze to Randy to see if the man's expression had changed but suddenly the limo jerked forwards and threw everyone around. The ride suddenly sputtered and stopped.

The chauffer quickly called back to everyone, checking their well being and apologizing for the jolt. It seemed they had driven into a ditch but seeing as they were only so far from the resort, he figured they could just grab their stuff and head on in. Of course Randy would complain all the way as they trudged through the snow. That was what he did. Cole loved the complaints all the same

Within minutes they were there.

Ever the immature, Cody and Ted snicker to each other from opposite sides of Randy's tattooed arms. They wondered how many times John had to yell "Oh man, it's huge!" through out his illustrious career. There had to be some reason for all that undue success.

The two pick up pace immediately at their shared anger and drag Randy off into the lodge, shoving hardly past Cena and making it a point to push him. They don't bother to look back and see if he ends up with a face full of snow; they have better things to do - like Randy - than occupy another second of their vacation with Cena. This was a vacation, wasn't it?… It should have been a break away from Superman.

They feel the shivered chills from the Viper settling down, the chattering of his spiked teeth coming to a halt as the warm inside washes over him… He's still in a vile mood, of course… that might have lasted the entire trip. The two leave him on a chair beside the fireplace, waiting for Cole to get their room key as they browse around separately.

Even at night, Morrison was set on getting straight to all of the activities, whereas Miz just wanted to go to sleep, jet lagged and angry about having a suitcase full of speedos, baby oil and at least forty pairs of different sunglasses and ten fancy beach hats to protect his hundred-dollar haircut. He leans against the activities counter, ignoring Morrison signing them up for every single thing there was to do. Miz observes his newly manicured nails - out of boredom - that Riley had done so perfectly on the plane ride. Maybe not so perfectly, as he quickly yells for him to get over here with a nail file and fix the slight chip on his middle finger. With no complaints, and complete eagerness, Riley runs over with his briefcase of miscellaneous stuff, and abandons Cole and Swagger at the front desk. It seemed they already had their nights occupied; Swagger with finding a vacation date and Cole keeping his thunder-thighs of a wife somewhere within the realm of "happy"

Randy's snuggled up on the warm leather chair, sipping at the cup of hot chocolate in his hand and attempting to settle himself on the idea that this would be an okay thing. He remembers having a cute photo of Cody back home on one of his winter vacation trips, he knows he owns snowboarding glasses, but isn't sure if he was just dressing for the fashion of it on the trip with Ted or that he really could. He decided it was the first one. He smiles to himself at how good Cody looks and watches him observe the lobby for a bit. His gaze turns back to Cole and he sighs guiltily, knowing he had to act much better than what he was… He knows Cole loves him, and treats him a hell of a lot better than Dave ever had, or ever could have. He gets up, giving Ted the rest of his drink on his short walk over to Michael; his gaze adverted as he almost instantly converts back to the quiet and scared kicked-puppy that Batista made him into.

He gets up, giving Ted the rest of his drink on his short walk over to Michael; his gaze adverted as he almost instantly converts back to the quiet and scared kicked-puppy that Batista made him into.

Cole immediately took notice. So much time spent with his wife just made it instinctive. "You feeling a little better about this place?" Honestly he didn't want an answer because the fact that Randall had actually approached him first, told him everything. The unusual action alone sent the message. "I'm gonna go check out our room then." He lightly kissed his love's hand and walked off nonchalantly, making it a point to shove Riley who was so enthralled in the ever-boring nails of the Miz. The rookie was really hooked. Cole loved Mike as a performer but the guy wasn't that great a person that he needed worshippers. Randy on the other hand...he didn't need to say.

John groaned as he leaned against a far wall. This was bogus. No, he wasn't so upset about the setting. Christmas in Massachusetts was no different. What was really throwing him off was the two priceless princes that kept giving him the evil eye. What was their problem anyway? Now, he will admit that he overstepped his boundaries once or twice with the Orton but Randy forgave him, so what was their deal? And did they really have the nerve to push him earlier? The first thing he wanted to remember about the trip wasn't having a face full of snow. He shook it off and sighed. As much as they really threw him off his game, he actually like the runts. It wasn't like the two didn't have that boyish youthful charm. He loved that but he knew they'd reject him. They NEVER let anyone inside their little twosome except their fearless leader so he'd just grin and bear it but the way they explored the lobby with such curiosity made it that much harder for him. Guess it was time to strike up a distracting conversation with Swagger.

Cole examined the room once more before finding Shawn. There were some things he needed to make a special request for; among the most important were extra blankets for their bed. "Michaels! I asked for more blankets nearly five minutes ago! My wife is tired and I'd like to see you explain to him why he's gonna have to freeze in his sleep!" Shawn could only role his eyes and retrieve the materials. With a victorious smirk, Cole went to the room and made the bed. With all the extra spreading he could've sworn it was a foot higher. It was probably just him though. Finding everything in place he went back to the lobby and signaled him that everything was in place and he'd be waiting in the room.

Well looks like a good start to me! R and R! Thank you!