Okay, I know I shouldn't be starting anything new, but I was watching the movie Overboard and it kind of inspired me to write this. It's totally random and reality inaccurate, but I still decided to give it a try.

Also, here Maryse is still in the WWE and she is still working as Ted's in ring valet.

Remember Me?

Running the ball of her forefinger through the smooth surface of the stone and marble bathtub that rose in the middle of her Presidential Suite's luxurious bathroom, Maryse Ouellet closed her eyes in relaxation and breathed out until she found the object she has been blindly looking for with her hand.

Once it was securely in her hold she lifted it, brought it to her lips and took a sip of it. Without looking at it, the platinum blonde could imagine it in her eyes, the deep crimson colored liquid nearing her lips and sliding right through them to fill her mouth with its dark and mysterious flavor.

It was actually a really good wine like it said on the cart, not that she would settle for less, and she was glad that she decided to order a whole bottle with her room service dinner.

Taking another sip and swallowing it down, she put the glass back to where it has been, her ears picking up the distinct sound of her phone ringing in the distance.

"Hmmm, I don't want to get out of here." She mumbled under her breath to no one in particular as she opened one eye first and then the other.

But then, as if answering her complain, the phone rang once again and Maryse grunted, getting up to her feet and stepping out of the tub while dripping wet.

She did this with all the calm in the world, her warm hazel eyes searching through the room for a towel and then walking to it when she found it. Once it was wrapped around her frame, the blonde finally stepped out of the bathroom and headed towards the room to attend the phone call.

The iPhone was ringing alright, it hadn't stopped ringing since she was back at the tub and now that she was next to it was still going strong, the person at the other line obviously being way too insistent and a pain in her behind.

Rolling her eyes and blowing out a breath, Maryse picked it up and answered in her native language. "Allô,"

"Maryse, where are you?"

Recognizing the voice as that of her road agent, the blonde beauty rolled her eyes and blew out a breath. "I'm already on my way, I just found a little traffic in the highway." She said petulantly, walking across the room until she was standing in front of one of her Louis Vuitton rolling cases.

"Well try to hurry up, the signing starts in half an hour and we don't want to start late; you know we are already running in a tight schedule."

Without bothering to say something to that and without any kind of remorse whatsoever, Maryse hung up the phone and threw it over the bed.

So yeah, she lied to the road agent but who cared? It wasn't like she wanted to do a stupid signing at K-Mart; just to imagine the type of people that would attend that place made her cringe.

Besides being late wasn't such a bad thing, she wanted to get off her WWE contract and maybe, just maybe if she started to either skip or arrive late to all her appearances, they would get the hint and finally grant her what she has been asking for the last couple of months.

A release.

With that in mind and hoping this would be the last straw, the Diva picked up the clothes she was going to wear and started to put them on. She did that relatively quick, but then it was time to do her make-up and she knew for sure that she was going to take longer than half an hour. And that was without mentioning that then she had to walk out and drive to one of the tackiest places on Earth, a K-Mart in Mississippi!

"Ewww, I can't wait to get there late."

After saying that, she went on to do her make-up and amidst her meticulous work, she laughed. She was sure that her days in the WWE were numbered and she loved it…

XxXxXxXxX

Tapping his lean long fingers to the table placed right in front of him, Ted Dibiase Jr forced out a smile as yet another fan took a picture of him.

"Thank you for coming, sweetheart." He said in his raspy southern drawl once the picture was taken, and when the girl answered back with an 'Oh My God I love you', he snorted and shook his head in amusement.

Now usually, Ted was more forward with the fans because he loved interacting with them, but that night he just wasn't feeling it.

It was stupid and he knew it, but he had a lot of things going through his mind that was making him hold back; besides he couldn't deny that it bothered him that of all the signings they had scheduled, Maryse choose to skip the one taking place in his hometown.

He didn't know nor he cared what was going on with the woman, all he knew was that it was not the first time she did something like that and this time it bothered him.

Signing a magazine for the next fan and smiling for yet another picture, Ted saw a little girl approaching with her dad and smiled. "Hey, how are you?" He asked looking at the small blonde.

"I'm fine. Where's Maryse, I wanted her to sign my book and take a picture with her."

Quirking his lips and holding back from telling her that Maryse was an irresponsible, conceited woman that didn't care that one of the few fans she had left just made a long ass line only to find out that she wasn't there, Ted blew out a breath and leaned forward.

"Well, Maryse just had a little inconvenience and she is going to arrive a little late." He said, taking a look at his wrist watch and noticing that the woman was already forty minutes late. "But I'll tell you what, I'm going to call her so you can talk to her, would you want that?"

Smiling from ear to ear, the girl nodded so Ted picked up his phone and started to dial her number. Now, he knew that Maryse was going to auto combust in anger, but he didn't care.

"What is it now, I told you I was on my way."

At the sound of her voice, Ted took in a deep breath and blew it through his mouth. Yes, more than one hour before the road agent used his phone to ring Maryse and she said that she was stuck in traffic; Ted didn't believe that.

"Yeah, well you shouldn't bother to show up. I mean I bet you have better things to waste your time on than meeting this fine people. But anyway, I just called you because there's a lovely girl right here that is dying to meet you for some weird reason so we are calling you."

"Who is this?" Maryse asked from the other line and Ted snorted.

"Why, it's me, Ted Dibiase… you know, they guy you work with and the one with whom you were supposed to do this appearance."

"Oh, well I'm on my way so tell this girl to sit comfortably somewhere until I get there."

"No, no, no… you tell her that," He said and without waiting another second, he gave the phone to the girl.

Fortunately, Maryse didn't hang up on the girl and for at least almost a minute, the girl talked to her. But then she handed the phone back to Ted and said that Maryse wanted to talk to him.

"Yeah?" Ted said once the phone was back to his ear.

"I'm going to kill you for this, Ted. Don't you ever…"

"You know," He said interrupting her while running a hand down his face. Then he lowered his voice and making sure that the next approaching fan wouldn't hear him, he told kept talking. "I have things to do here and compromises to fulfill, so if you are not going to tell me that you already arrived and that you will apologize to these people, don't even bother."

With that said and mumbling under his breath a word that rhymed with witch, Ted hung up on her and continued doing what he had to do.

He was there for at least another hour, and like he already suspected, Maryse never showed up. Not that it mattered, not having her there was a blessing because he didn't want to listen to her complaining all through the signing.

Now Maryse, he couldn't say that he didn't stand the woman because in his always good nature he didn't have in him to despise anyone. But if there was someone that rubbed him the wrong way, it was her.

She was a stuck up, arrogant spoiled human being that only though about the things that could benefit her. He knew because for a few months they have been working side by side and in more than one occasion they had to travel together for interviews and other appearances.

Meaning that he had spent some time getting to know her.

And during all that time, he concluded that the woman was as ugly in the inside as she was pretty on the outside. It was a shame, really… and all he wanted now was for creative to break their story line so he could surround himself with more positive people.

But anyway, not wanting to waste another though on the woman, Ted made it to his house and as soon as he opened the door and stepped in, he groaned out loud.

"Oh great! Riggs, what did I tell you about pooping outside the training pad? Jesus… and what is that smell?"

Shaking his head, the third generation wrestler took off his soiled shoes and threw them in his front lawn. After that he turned on the lights and took a look into his house.

It was a mess, Riggs seemed to have forgotten his training and he was doings his things everywhere. He knew it was probably the new house, but as of late he didn't have the patience to start training the dog all over again.

And then it was this, since in this new house there was no wife to attend things, it was a bit hard to keep things under control. When he wasn't there was no one to walk Riggs, he was lucky his dad agreed to come every day to feed him but he didn't always took him out.

Apart from that, there was no one to cook or keep things tidy, there was no one to keep his laundry up to date and he has even late with some payments.

Yeah, he had the money to pay for everything, but with such a hectic schedule, he always kept forgetting about paying on time.

It was all his soon to be ex-wife's fault, if it wasn't because she left so soon after moving back to Mississippi, everything in his life would be perfect.

Well, everything but their rocky relationship.

So yeah, it didn't took him as a surprise when two weeks ago he came home to find her gone and nothing but a note saying that she left Riggs at his mom's and that she wanted to start the divorce proceedings as soon as possible. But in a way he was still bitter about it, he has been raised the southern way, believing that marriage was forever and yeah, that every house needed a woman to keeps things running smoothly.

Not that he was a chauvinist, but yeah… he missed his wife maintaining his house clean.

"Well, it seems like we need to find some help here, you bad boy." He said absentmindedly as Riggs came running to him. Crouching down, he petted his Lab and sighed. "So remind me first thing in the morning to call an agency that can come here to clean this mess."

Once he said that, his phone started to ring and straightening up, he took the smartphone off his pocket and picked it up.

"Hello,"

"Good after noon, may I know who am I speaking to?"

Quirking his lips and automatically thinking that a fan got hold of his phone number, Ted arched an eyebrow. "Who did you call?"

"I'm talking from the Saint Mary hospital, we have a woman here that suffered an accident and since this was the last number in her phone, we are trying to find a family member."

Having a bad feeling about it, Ted held the phone tighter and tensed his jaw. "Who is this person?"

She didn't have any kind of ID with her, but there's a credit card with the name Maryse Ouellet. Does the name sounds familiar?"

"Oh my God, yes… what happened? Is she okay?"

"She was in a car accident, it wasn't too grave so don't worry. The thing is that she hit her head hard and how she doesn't remember anything. She has post-traumatic amnesia."

Shaking his head, Ted snorted. "What?" Wasn't that the kind of things that happened only in movies?

"We are positive that this will be temporary. She just needs someone to help her remember things. So are you related to her, sir?"

Blinking slowly and taking a look around his messy house, Ted's mind started to run a thousand miles per second.

No… he couldn't do it, it was wrong! But then again, this amnesia thing was temporary and he only needed her for a day or two, just the time necessary for her to clean things for him. It would be a help for her too, he could keep her until he managed to contact her family and let's face it, if he said that he wasn't related to her they wouldn't let him take her out of the hospital…

And really, taking her into his place would be like a lesson in humbleness… it wasn't like he wanted to try something funny.

Clearing his throat and looking up to his ceiling, Ted closed his eyes and silently asked God for forgiveness. "Yes, yes… we, umm she's my wife…"

TBC?