"Good morning ladies and gentlemen. This is your boarding call for flight 876B to Toronto, Canada. Please proceed to gate 7 with your passport and boarding pass. Thank you. Buenos dias…"

Marianne sipped on her tea as she waited in line to board her plane. She was going to Toronto earlier than the rest of the roster to prepare for the busy weekend ahead of her. They would be doing Toronto, Hamilton and Peterborough and Marianne understood all cities were close to each other, just an hour or two distance at most. She had never been to Canada before but had always wanted to go, especially Ottawa to see Parliament Hill.

When she finally entered the small Porter airplane she stuck her carry-on on the above compartment and sat down, stretching her legs. Marianne wasn't used to spending a lot of money so when she found a cheap flight to Toronto, she took it! Porter Airlines was actually a part of a private airport on the Toronto Islands, a ferry boat away from the downtown core. Cheap and extremely classy – her favorite way to fly!

She picked up her book and tried to focus on the words on the page. Marianne was slightly nervous about flying, she always was. She deliberately tried to get an isle seat but whoever was sitting beside her had already taken it. She sat there anyways – people always wanted the window seat, she was sure there would be no problem. Maybe the person sitting next to her wouldn't even show up.

Marianne finally put her book down since there was no way she could read with her nerves so active. She leaned her head back and closed her eyes – it was only a five hour flight, she could do this!

"Excuse me, miss… that's my seat." No. No it couldn't be…

Marianne opened her eyes to find Adam Copeland in front of her. "Seriously?"

"Pardon me? I'm sorr- Oh. It's you. Jesus. It's like the heavens are against me." He ran his fingers through his blond hair and sighed loudly. "You're in my seat."

"Are you sure you don't have the window seat?" She asked. Please, oh please take the window seat…

"Definitely sure."

Marianne sighed and changed seats, immediately closing the window blinds. "Out of all the flights…" she muttered under her breath.

"I'm sorry, what?" He asked, knowing full well what she was muttering about.

"Nothing."

When Adam sat down beside Marianne she was at once very aware of his presence beside her, his size and his strength. She re-opened the blinds and stared at the airport pavement, hoping to distract herself with fear of flying rather than keep watching his every movement. From the corner of her eyes she noticed he was removing his jacket. Stop it, she told herself. Focus on outside.

The seatbelt light turned on causing Marianne to stiffen and fidget with the zipper on her jacket. Already this was the worst flight…ever! When the stewardess asked her to straighten her chair for take off, Mari noticed Adam was smirking at her.

"What?" she asked hotly.

"Nothing, nothing. I'm glad you re-opened the blinds, it's nice and bright out so we'll be able to see everything really well during take off." He said smugly.

She narrowed her eyes. "It just so happens that I don't care what you want to see. I'm going to nap, so excuse me while I close the blinds again."

She quickly shut the blinds and leaned back with her eyes closed. Mari heard Adam chuckle and the urge to slap him became stronger.

"You're cute when you're angry."

"I'm not angry and stop looking at me!" she said frustrated.

He smiled and Mari huffed, turning away from him. The plane started to back out and Mari momentarily forgot about Adam Copeland.

"Breath…" she whispered to herself.

"Has anyone ever told you that you look like Isla Fisher?" Adam asked curiously.

"What?" Mari was trying not to panic as the plane slowly made its way to the runway path.

"You know, the actress from Wedding Crashers?"

"Oh her. Yes, all the time. It's the red hair and dark eyes."

"She's much prettier, of course." He said matter-of-factly.

Mari gasped. "You're rude."

"And much nicer too, I'm sure."

"What is your problem?" Mari asked, pissed off.

"No problem. I think you're the one with the issues."

"I have no issues, I am tying to be civil here and quite frankly, I'm tired of your attitude."

"My attitude? You've been a royal bitch to me since we met." He retorted.

"I have been nothing but professional, you're the one with the crude jokes and smart ass remarks."

"I beg to differ. I have been lovely and charming."

"Hah. Charming my ass." Mari replied.

"Look who is crude now!"

"Oh man, I'm so glad in a few weeks I'll be with Smackdown. I won't have to deal with you anymore."

"Sorry to disappoint you, princess, but I'm negotiating with Vince to switch shows. Won't it be wonderful working with me all the time? Or should I let Vince know you can't handle Smackdown?"

"I can handle Smackdown, without you, or with you. Good. I hope you come to Smackdown, and then you'll have to answer to me, Edge."

"Fine. I've dealt with fascists leaders before; this will be a piece of cake."

Mari's mouth dropped open. "I don't like you."

"Hey, would you look at that, we have something in common. I don't like you either."

"You're such a jerk."

"I may be a jerk, but this jerk distracted you long enough that you didn't notice take off."

Mari didn't answer him because she immediately knew he was right. They were already above the clouds and she hadn't even noticed the plane taking off.

Marianne shook her head and turned her body away from him. She leaned her head against the closed window and closed her eyes. She was tired and it would be a long day ahead. Besides, she less she spoke with that incorrigible man, the better!

Adam didn't understand why the pretty redhead got under his skin the way she did but he was sure if she could, she would cut him into pieces and dispose of him in a lake somewhere. The woman had a temper and a half and Adam had to admit, it was fun adding fuel to that fire. When he realized how frightened she was of flying his first instinct was to call her out on it, but she refused to show weakness. He would have switched seats with her, she had only to ask. After he realized how uneasy she was, he felt guilty for not being a proper gentleman. He tried to distract her during take-off but she had genuinely pissed him off with her coldness and cocky attitude. He regretted speaking to her the way he had but he would never admit that to the redhead.

He watched her now, sleeping quietly beside him. She did remind him of the Hollywood actress Isla Fisher, but where Fisher was pretty, Marianne was absolutely sexy. She had round curves and the hottest legs he had ever seen, it was a shame she had such a quick mouth. A quick beautiful mouth, with full lips and… whoa, stop Adam. When Marianne's head slowly gravitated towards his shoulder, he grinned. He let her head rest on him and put his arm around her shoulder, bringing her a little closer. It felt good to have her body nestle beside his, but it would feel even better when she woke up and realized what position she got herself into. She would be furious! He chuckled and closed his eyes, deciding to also rest for a little bit.

When the stewardess, Shelley, came around with coffee she smiled at the sleeping couple. They looked so cute napping together. Shelley went back to the sleeping couple and draped a blanket over the two. She continued to help out the passengers and hummed an appropriately romantic song that popped in her head.