A/N: Hi All! Here's Ch. 3 of UNEXPECTED. You already know how it goes: OC's are mine, and nothing else. I promise, this chapter is MUCH tamer! Enjoy, and remember: reviews=Love!! So, Read and Review!
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Sunday night had come far too quickly for Isabelle. As she ran around her condo trying to pack, she was hit with a sense of disbelief. It was only two months before that she had come here swearing off the WWE, and here she was, getting ready to go back into the proverbial snake pit. As she shoved another article of clothing into her large SpaceBag, the disbelief was slowly turning into fear. Thankfully, before the fears could grip and cripple her as they partially had at the restaurant, a knock came at the door. Saved by the knock, she thought as she opened the door to reveal her neighbor, Bernadette and her two year old, Darryl.

"Hi guys!" she said, ushering them inside.

"Hey, Belle," said Bernadette, placing Darryl on the floor and eyeing the living area of the condo. "Wow! Are you taking your whole closet with you?" she asked. The couch and loveseat had various articles of clothing strewn across them, and the floor had been littered with several pairs of shoes, sandals, and slippers.

"Hardly. More like doing a process of elimination. I have to travel light, at least for now. Never know when a shopping trip might come up!" she said, with a laugh.

"True! Wow…I can't believe you're actually going back there." Bernadette had been Isabelle's first friend in Orlando, and she had heard some of the horror stories of what Isabelle had been put through. Isabelle made some space for Bernadette on the sofa and cleared away a safer spot for Darryl to play, and resumed digging through the clothes.

"Well," said Isabelle, shoving another shirt into her SpaceBag. "It has its perks. And right now, I need the biggest perk, which is the salary. So, it's either that or…Darryl eventually loses his favorite babysitter because she has to go live in a box under an overpass," she said with a smile at the toddler. Upon hearing his name, Darryl stood and walked over to Isabelle, grabbing onto her leg. "Issy mine! Issy mine!" he squealed happily. Isabelle bent down and picked him up, snuggling him close. "Yes, I am! And you're mine! Right? Are you mine?" she asked him in a baby voice. As the child nodded, Isabelle gave him a kiss on the nose and giggled. "Oh, I wish I could hold him FOREVER!!" she said, with a sigh. She stared at Darryl for a moment, and then back at Bernadette, who was smiling at her.

"He's going to miss you, Belle. Hell, even I'm going to miss you," she joked.

"Gee, thanks!" said Isabelle, rolling her eyes. She spun Darryl around, and her eyes landed on the clothes. "So much more to pack!" she moaned.

"Come on then! We need to figure out what stays and what goes!" said Bernadette, grabbing some clothes.

"Oh, Bern, you don't have to…"

"I want to. Consider it my way of saying 'bon voyage!" interrupted Bernadette. And so the two women set to work.
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Two hours and a full suitcase later, Isabelle and Bernadette had to say their goodbyes.

"I guess this is it, isn't it?" said Bernadette, looking around the condo and back at her friend. A sad smirk came over her face as she remembered the day she'd had to rescue Isabelle from a mammoth bug. It amazed her how quickly she'd grown close to Isabelle, and how much she was going to miss her friend.

"Yes…Oh, God, Bernadette, I'm going to miss you! But I'll come around every chance I get!" Isabelle said, trying to hold back her emotion. Darryl, suddenly becoming aware of what was happening, began to wail out her name and reaching out to be picked up by her, fighting against Bernadette.

"You better! Otherwise, I know of a certain toddler who will not be happy with you." Isabelle nodded, while picking up Darryl. She held him close and bounced him a tad, while whispering soothing words to him. As she did this, Isabelle stroked his curly black hair. When he was almost asleep, she handed him back to Bernadette. "Bon voyage, Belle," Bernadette said, hugging her friend.

"Lullaby and good night," said Isabelle, hugging her back. "I'll be back before you know it." After they had walked out, Isabelle closed the door and glanced at the clock on her cable box, which read 9:30. Well, I better get myself to bed. I have a feeling that tomorrow is going to be full of surprises, and I need to be ready for anything. Quickly, she went to her room and slipped into a pair of boy-shorts and a tank top. After going through another mental checklist to make sure she hadn't forgotten anything, she slid under the covers. I hope to God this isn't a mistake. Lord, if you're listening…keep me safe. As she prayed that little prayer, she turned off the light and tried to sleep.
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The next morning, the blaring of the alarm clock snapped Isabelle out of a dreamless sleep. She groaned as she rolled over and slapped the alarm reset button, slowly raising herself up and stretching. It was then that she got a good look at the clock, which read 5:30. Damn it! If I'm going to make my flight, I need to MOVE! She bolted out of bed and began to get ready, stopping only to call a cab to get her to the airport.

About 45 minutes after she'd called for the cab, it still wasn't at her house. Where the heck is this freaking cab?! Damn, it's 6:45…I'm so going to be late, Isabelle thought. Just as she was about to call the cab company and yell at them for not being on time, the cab pulled up.

"Thank God!" she said, wrangling her bags.

The driver, a geeky man who said his name was John, began to reel out apologies, saying he'd gotten lost and caught in traffic, along with other maladies that only seemed to affect those that were running late. After about seven minutes of rambling, Isabelle interrupted him.

"Believe me, I know how that is. I'm kind of going through that now," she said, making it a point to look at him. He fidgeted. "Listen, John, it happens to everyone. And I know it's not your fault. But I really need to get to that airport. If you can get me there in 20 minutes, there's a really good tip in my purse with your name on it!"
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Apparently, those had been the magic words, because Isabelle made it to the airport in 19 minutes, and in one piece! After giving John an extra ten dollars for obliging her, she made a mad dash to the check in counter inside the airport. Once her bags had been taken from her and she'd been given her boarding pass, Isabelle began what every traveler knows as the Airport Olympics, running from check in to security and the monorail that would take her to the gates(both of which seemed to be moving slower than semi-frozen molasses).

Once the monorail docked at the terminal, Isabelle shot out of the doors and sprinted through the terminal toward her gate. Gate 72…gotta get to 72. 59…60…61…Damn, of all the gates in the airport, they had to choose the one that was farthest away for this flight, right? Thank God I decided against carry-on…67…68…70…where the heck was 69?...71…72! HAHA! Oh, crap, just made it! Isabelle quickly handed her boarding pass to the crew member that stood by the gate, an apologetic smile crossing her features. The crew member smiled an understanding smile, rushing her along down the little hallway that lead to the door of the plane. When she got to the plane's entrance, a stewardess pointed her to her seat, which was in the third row of first class. As Isabelle got settled into her seat, she muttered a quick "Our Father," ready to enjoy the calm before the storm that would be Smackdown!