Title: Torn
Author: cherrycokerocks
Disclaimer: I own nothing. All belongs to the WWE/TNA and themselves.
Spoilers: None - AU
Rating: PG-13 for now
Characters/Pairing: Lita/Christian, Lita/Orton, Christian/Gail Kim, Edge/Maryse, Hunter/Victoria, Trish/Chris Jericho, A.J/Karen, Jeff Hardy, Maria.
Summary: It was love at first sight or was it?
Notes: Written for my co-mod at lita_fics the awesome sweetrapture82 for the Spring Fic Exchange. I really hope you like this, honey. Totally AU. A huge thank you to Tina for the beta. You rock. Flashback are in italics.
Warnings: None at the moment.
Heathrow Airport, London
Amy Reso looked up from the magazine she was reading and smiled at the man sitting next to her, who instantly returned the smile.
"What are you smiling at?" he asked.
"My husband … Wow, I still can't get used to that," the redhead admitted.
"You better get used to having me around. I'm not going anywhere."
Amy punched him in the arm lightly, "I should hope not."
The blond haired man reached out and pulled her close to him, "I love you Mrs. Reso."
Amy rested her head on his shoulder, "I love you too." She closed her eyes for a moment, just thinking about how much her life had been turned completely upside down in the space of just one week. This time last week she hadn't even laid eyes on the man who was sitting next to her; the man who was now her husband.
JFK Airport, New York
Amy Dumas-Jones was sat waiting anxiously for her flight to be called. This would be the first time that she'd flown such a long distance by herself. Of course, she wasn't really going to be by herself, the plane would be full with other people; they were just strangers to her. The redhead was supposed to be joined by her step sister, Trish, but the beautiful blonde had cancelled at the last minute due to a sickness bug. As Amy tapped the screen on her ipod touch to skip onto the next track, she glanced up at the person sitting opposite her. Liking what she saw, she took a moment to study him closer. He was a good looking blond man, wearing a full length black woollen coat. Deciding it wouldn't be the best thing to get caught staring at him, she turned her attention back to the ipod screen. Five minutes passed and when a member of the ground staff announced her flight over the public address system, the redheaded woman looked up again. She found herself feeling a little bit disappointed that the mystery man had now vanished. After a moment she shook her head, shouldered her carry-on bag and headed towards the gate. Once at the gate, she handed her boarding card and passport to a gate staff member who processed it through the machine and handed her back the stub and her passport, "Enjoy your flight."
"Thank you." Amy replied as she started to walk towards the aircraft. She made her way down the air tunnel and was greeted by a member of the cabin crew who promptly directed her to her allocated seat which just so happened to be near the back of the plane. "Oh fabulous," she muttered to herself, "Just the perfect place if we get turbulence. But on the bright side at least I got the window seat." Amy secured her passport in the front side pocket of her bag and placed it in the overhead bin. She'd just taken her place in her seat when the blond man from earlier appeared.
After double checking the seat number against his boarding card stub, he placed his flight bag in the bin and shrugged off his coat. He folded it up neatly, put it on top of the bag and promptly closed the door. He smiled at the redhead as he sat down and fastened his seat belt.
Amy smiled back at him before turning her attention to her ipod again. She couldn't believe her luck. She was just scanning though her playlists when the head of the cabin crew announced that they needed everybody to take their seats as soon as possible to make sure they hit their flight slot.
The blond man looked at him watch, "I hope we make our slot, the flight is long enough without a delay before we even get in the air."
Amy nodded, "Absolutely."
"First time going to London?" he asked.
She shook her head, "No, I've been a couple of times before."
The man nodded and looked away. Just as they were about to take off, Amy started to feel a little worse for wear. Out of nowhere, she suddenly found herself with the most awful indigestion. "Great, just what I need," she muttered.
Without warning, the man next to her put his arm around her shoulder, "Don't be scared, everything will be fine."
She raised an eyebrow, "Excuse me?"
"The take off, you look terrified," he admitted.
"I'm not."
"That armrest would beg to differ. I think you're pressing it into submission."
"I'm not scared, I have indigestion," Amy replied, somewhat hotly.
"My mistake." He didn't move his arm.
"I had this wonderful English breakfast at the airport but I had to eat it kind of fast. Let's just say I'm regretting it now."
"That sucks. I'm Jay, by the way." He stuck out his free hand for her to shake.
"Amy," she replied taking his hand and shaking it. "Nice to meet you."
"Are you heading to London for business or pleasure?"
"Pleasure … A friend of mine just got engaged so I'm going to a party to celebrate and afterwards I might do some sight seeing. What about you?"
"Business, I have a meeting tomorrow morning."
"Just a flying visit then?"
"I'm actually here for the week."
"What are you thinking about?"
The question brought Amy back to the present and she opened her eyes, "I was just thinking about the flight last week when we met. I still can't believe you thought I was scared of flying."
"To be fair, you looked really frightened. But to be totally honest I was just looking for an excuse to put my arm around you."
Amy smiled, "I hope you don't make a habit of putting your arm around every pretty girl you sit next to on a plane."
"Actually you're the first … And the last."
She playfully punched his arm again, "Glad to hear it."
"Ow!"
"Oh, that did not hurt. Don't be such a baby."
The blond man pouted but before he could reply his cell phone began to run. He pulled it out of his jeans pocket and checked the caller id, noting it was his cousin, he answered, "Hello?"
"Finally after a whole freaking week, he answers his cell phone. Where the hell have you been, Man?"
"Dude, calm down. I've been busy," Jay explained.
"Too busy to return my calls?"
"Actually yes." He covered the microphone at the bottom of his cell with his hand, "It's my cousin," he said to Amy, "He's pissed I haven't called him back yet."
Amy cringed, "Ops."
"He'll get over it." He turned his attention back to his cell phone and removed his hand just in time to catch his cousin complain that he wasn't listening to him, "Of course I'm listening to whatever the hell you're saying."
"It really sounds like it," Adam Copeland replied. "Is she hot?"
"Is who hot?"
"The woman who's obviously got your full attention."
"I have absolutely no idea what you're talking about," Jay said.
"Yeah, right. Look, what time are you getting home?"
"In about ten hours if the flight is on time. I hate to cut this short but I've got to go. I'll call you when I'm home."
"Fine … Whatever. Just make sure you call me."
"Yes, Mother," Jay replied sarcastically. "Bye." He hung up before Adam could reply and shook his head, "Sorry about that, Amy."
"Don't worry about it … And I think that's our flight being called," Amy said as their flight was announced by the gate staff on the PA system.
"About time."
The two got up from their seats and walked hand in hand towards their gate.
