Notes: This still doesn't belong to me, the WWE is merely a sandbox I like to play in. Also, this is set around 2008, or thereabouts. Keep that in mind as the story progresses.

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Jeff Hardy wasn't stopping for anyone, the multi-colored haired wrestler nearly running over stagehands as he tugged Amy and Trish through the hallways. Luckily they didn't have any luggage with them, the two women just doing their best to keep up with Jeff's frenzied pace.

"Umm, Jeff?" Amy questioned as they turned a corner, "isn't it kind of late for this? Chris did see us and-"

"That's not the point," Jeff replied, stopping for a moment to decide on their next direction, "sure he may have seen you, but he doesn't know why you're here."

Trish rolled her eyes, "yeah but, Chris isn't exactly stupid. Plus, Jay was in the car with him, and I kinda doubt Jay kept his mouth shut."

Jeff shrugged, finally reaching a locker room that wasn't assigned but close enough to his. "Whatever, we're here now and you two can just sit tight in here until..."

"Until what?" Amy finished, seating herself on a bench, "Jeff.. we're here to hang out and by you just dragging us off like that, it does kind of defeat the purpose of us being here."

"Right.." Jeff spoke, running a hand through his hair, "my locker room is just down the hall, if y'all need me."

Trish arched an eyebrow, "wait so, you drag us out of the parking lot and through the hallways just to leave us here?"

Jeff shook his head, "no, I'm not gonna do that.. I was just gonna go find Mickie and Maria. I'm sure those two are looking for y'all."

Amy nodded slowly, a dubious look on her face, "right.. we'll just sit tight or whatever."

Trish waited until Jeff had vacated the locker room, the blond Canadian shaking her head a little. "For as long as I've known him.. I still can't quite figure him out, sometimes."

Amy smirked, taking out her iPhone and her wallet, "I get the feeling that he doesn't know all the time, either."

"Who are you calling?"

"No one, just checking to see if there are any messages... and then going to try and find the catering hall." She pocketed the electronic device as she stood, "do you want to come with me or are you gonna stay here?"

Trish tucked a few strands of hair behind her ear, "considering that I don't even really know where 'here' is … I'll come with you. Then we can just find someone elses locker room to invade for the evening."

Amy looked amused, the two women chatting as they exited the locker room,"wasn't that the plan anyway? Either we just crash in someone's locker room or we locker room hop."

"Which is pretty much what we did at the anniversary show, when we weren't needed for something."

"Right," the redhead replied, their pace leisurely as they tried to backtrack. "This is going to take some getting used to," Amy finally admitted. "The potential for getting lost in hallways, that is."

"Well, when you've been more or less dragged through a hallway and then abandoned in some random location-"

"And all to escape people who you call friends," another voice finished, Chris Jericho appearing shortly, the confusion still evident in his eyes. "What are you two doing here? Not that I'm not happy to see you- I am, just wondering why you're here."

Amy and Trish exchanged a look, debating if they should reply to that or not. Really, they weren't supposed to say much of anything until they had spoken with Stephanie about their chosen tag team partner for the inter-gender division. But, given how they had more or less run off on Chris earlier...

Trish grinned, "we're not at liberty to discuss that information, just yet." Batting her lashes, she continued: "however, in the interest of seeing us and being happy to be in our presence; you can take us to the catering hall and then wherever it is that we need to go for the pre-show meeting."

That bit of information only seemed to fuel his curiosity, "so if you two are sitting in for the pre-show meeting.. are you back full time?"

Trish smiled slyly, "maybe we are and maybe we aren't.. it's like I said already, Chris, we aren't at liberty to speak about that information. Yet."

Chris opened his mouth to ask another question, only to be cut off..

"Yo, Red!"

"How is it that Cena knew you were going to be here and I didn't?"

Amy rolled her eyes at the blond male, "he didn't know anything Chris, he just saw me."

Still approaching, the West Newbury native slung an arm over Amy's shoulders, "does this mean you're back full time now?"

"He didn't know anything, huh?"

"I know you have the attention span of a puppy, but could you please not go running off when we're in the middle of talking about a match?"

"Chris-"

"I'll talk to you later when there are less people around," Chris replied, expression neutral. "It is good to see you, Amy."

Trish put a hand on Chris' shoulder, the two walking away, "relax, all right? I'm sure it's just a coincidence. Nothing for you to get all worked up about.."

"Orton, chillax man. I saw a very important person and wanted to make sure that she still felt welcome here." Turning so they were facing the approaching third generation wrestler, John nodded down to the redhead. "You remember her, right?"

Amy pinched the bridge of her nose, shrugging John's arm off; "can you two just tell me where the catering hall is? I'll explain when we get there." A pause as she finally met Randy's confused look, "and hi, by the way. How are you?"

Trish and Chris had gone in one direction while Randy, Amy and John had gone in another; and somehow this all felt normal for the redhead... the woman not exactly sure if she should be comforted by that fact or not.