A/N: Oh, wow! I really fucking apologize. I have like, six chapters already written. Love you, sharks! People, review. Seriously.

Adam hadn't called all day. I knew he had a signing and then a house show (life of a face) but I was starting to get a little worried when the clock struck midnight and I still hadn't heard from him. His carriage was going to turn into a pumpkin if he didn't pick up the phone and call me soon.

It was one-thirty (prime calling time) when the phone finally rang.

I was eating ramen and watching that porno Jay starred in. With the lesbians.

"About time you fucking called."

There was a pause. "I hope you don't think this is a booty call or anything."

I frowned. The voice was familiar. "Who is this?"

"Ted."

"Ted? What the fuck are you doing calling me this late?"

"Apparently interrupting something."

I glanced at the TV screen, then muted it. "Sorry. I was watching a porno with Jay in it."

"Jericho testing out the movie making waters again?"

"No, this is a... legitimate movie. Jay won... Best Actor or something. In Canada."

"Weird..." He was talking to someone lowly, laughing. "Anyway, I need you to do something for me."

"I hope you don't think this is a booty call—"

"As cute as you are, I'm married now. But speaking of my wife—Sunny, stop."

I closed my eyes. "Eugh. What... Are you with her right now?"

"Uh..."

"Ted! Fuck this, I'm hanging up—"

"No, no, not like that! Sunny, sit up—"

"No way! I'm gone, Theo."

"No, no! Listen, I need your help."

I frowned, watching the movie with no sound. "Well, hurry, Jay's sex scene is coming up."

"I... Ugh. Okay, anyway." He cleared his throat. "Uh, remember when you said Sunny could be a wrestler?"

"Kaitlyn said that, but yeah."

"Well, say hello to the newest member of your stable."

I blinked. "What?"

"Yeah. I talked to Vince, and he's been trying to figure out what to do with Kaitlyn, and he said this was perfect. So, this is what's gonna happen—"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, hold your horses." I looked around for my beer, but it was nowhere to be found. "What do you mean she's apart of the stable?"

"Well, if you'd shut up I could tell you."

"Pardon me."

"So, as I was saying, I was gonna introduce Sunny tomorrow on Raw, you know, as my wife, and she'd be the reason I would turn face, but then Randy started coming up with these wild ideas to have Sunny fall for him so that'd turn me face, but I was not cool with that, so—"

"Theo. Work out your subconscious insecurities about Randy later. Spit it out."

"So Vince said Sunny could be Kaitlyn's tag partner until you returned. And when you do return, you guys will be a stable that's like... I don't remember what word he used, but it was something along the lines of Legacy, where you guys rule the division and you 'recruit' worthy rookies to—"

"Ted! For Christ's sake, stick Randy's dick back in your mouth. I've never heard you talk so much in my life."

"I—HEY!"

"So, Sunny's a wrestler now?"

"Yeah. And here's the part I need you for."

Jay was freaking about bears on the TV. "Uh..."

"Smackdown's in St. Petersburg, you know."

"Yeah, so—No, Ted."

"What? I didn't even—"

"No! I'm not going to do it."

"Aw, come on, Mack! This is the storyline. You're gonna come back and say you found Sunny while you were... off doing whatever it is you're doing, and you're gonna bring her back and tell Kaitlyn to train her to be like you guys. And then that'll lead into the storyline of you guys teaching the younger generation what wrestling's all about, and—"

I put my head in my hands. "Ted, come on. I left, like a month ago."

"It's been longer than that!"

"No, it hasn't."

"Please, MacKenzie? I want Sunny to be with me, and there's no—"

"You're not even on Smackdown!"

"I'm getting drafted. She'll be by herself for like two weeks, tops. And besides, everyone seems to like her. She'll be in good company."

"You do realize Jay has a vendetta out against her, right? He's gonna put dye in her shampoo and... eat... cookies in her bed and then get crumbs everywhere, or he'll get Jericho to smother her while she sleeps—"

"Why?"

"Because she stole his nickname."

"You're just making shit up so you don't have to go to Smackdown."

"No, I'm not! I'm just saying—"

"MacKenzie Copeland."

I blinked. He was mad. "That's not my—"

"You're gonna go to Smackdown on Tuesday, and you're gonna introduce Sunny on television, and you're just gonna have a grand ol' time. Got it?"

I sighed angrily. "Fine. But don't say I didn't warn you—just wait till your adorable girlfriend's as orange as he is."

"Sunny doesn't use spray tan, and she's my wife."

"Sorry, sorry. Your wife. That's a decade younger than—"

"I wouldn't talk Miss-Thirteen-Year-Age-Difference."

"Yeah, but—"

"And besides, you and Adam got together when you were eighteen, too."

"Yeah, and he was... thirty-one."

"God, you make it sound so creepy."

"Because it is creepy. Learn from it, Theo."

"You better not be hanging up on—"

I pressed end, glancing over at the TV.

Jay was already a demon.

Fuck. I missed it.

I needed a good laugh, too.


"MacKenzie?"

He was about the twelve thousandth person to say my name like that. Fucking Ted. I wanted to break his legs for making me do this. I'd just gotten so comfortable not communicating with the outside world when I was just thrown back into all this bullshit again.

"Yeah, I'm back. Tonight only."

Nick was nodding. "Did you gain weight?"

"Uh..."

"You look fatter than usual."

"I'm on the Jericho diet. I've eaten all I could and not exercised. Now I'm just waiting for an STD that'll help me waste away."

He seemed scared. "Oh. Well... Yeah. Nice to see you back, even though you're fat."

"Nick. That was a haiku."

He nodded. "All right. Party on."

"Yeah, thanks." I started away. "And I'm not back!"

"You're back?"

"Oh, Jesus, do you always just pop up like that—"

"What are you doing here?" Jericho was practically jumping up and down. "Are you returning already? WHY WASN'T I TOLD?"

"Shut up!" I took his arm, pulling him off to the side. "I'm not back. I'm just here to bring in little DiBiase."

"Who, Brett?"

"No, you idiot. I—Brett?"

"Well, who are you talking about then?"

"Sunshine!"

"Oh." And then he actually got it. "Oh! Is my little ray of sunshine actually a wrestler now?"

"That seems to be the case, yes."

"Well, good for her! I fucked my way to the top, too."

"Oh, gross. Go away. Where's Adam?"

"Getting ready for his match." Jericho turned as he left, smiling. "Actually, he's probably talking it over with his tag team partner right now!"

"Tag team partner?"

But Chris just winked and sashayed around the corner. (I'm not kidding.)

Sunny was already with Kaitlyn, both of them laughing obnoxiously in Catering while Jay looked on menacingly, his salad with Three Cheese Balsamic barely touched.

"I see you've met your new partner."

Kaitlyn glanced up. She was the only person who didn't act like me being there was the second fucking coming of Christ. "Fuck yeah! I told you she should work with us. It's perfect."

I nodded, looking over at Jay. "Someone feeling jealous?"

"Shut up."

"Oh, get over it, Jay. Regal still calls you Sunshine."

And right at the moment, Regal came by looking very... regal, and nodded at our table. "How's it going, Sunshine?"

Jay opened his mouth.

"Peachy keen, jelly bean!"

I swear to God Jay could've snapped his fork in half.

I laughed. "A Grease quote? Sunny, you're perfect!"

"I know, right? She fits in so well, and she hasn't even started." Kaitlyn waved her hand. "It's a nice change. Since you left me."

"But if I hadn't, we wouldn't have this lovely girl in our life now. And I didn't leave you."

"Blah, blah, blah. Jay, eat your salad."

"Why don't you just let Sunny eat it?" He smacked it off the table, lettuce and dressing going everywhere. "I have... I have to go put on my spray tan."

Sunny grinned. "You've got enough, Sunshine."

"Don't you call me Sunshine." Jay looked her up and down (I think he was going for agitated) (he really deserved that Best Actor award). "Sunshine."

And with that he walked out of the room, head held high.

Just as the door was swinging behind him though, someone caught it. Someone with blond hair.

I smiled when he turned and spotted me.

God. Some days, I could just look at him and fall in love all over again.

Another person came in yelling behind him, apparently at him, but he was too dazed to return the malice, that goofy smile on his face.

But I glanced over at the person, and all my love for Adam immediately turned to hate.

"Uh oh, I smell trouble..."

"Then it must be me!" Jericho just came out of nowhere again, hands held up like a diva. He cocked his hip. "Ladies, you know you want a piece of the sexiest man in the world."

"We do, but unfortunately, Randy's on Raw."

I would've laughed with them, but everything around me seemed to slow down. Adam had finally turned and yelled at... that asshole, and then he was coming over to me, all smiles.

But... that asshole followed him.

And then he saw me.

I looked up at Adam's sparkling eyes.

"What are you doing here?" he asked quietly, but I'd never heard him sound so happy.

I glanced at John, who was just staring at me. "I..."

Adam was playing with my hair. "God, you look so pretty."

"I..."

John stepped forward. "What are you doing here?"

And even though Adam was... well, petting me like a retard (to put it lightly) I still couldn't shake all that rage and anger that was pumping through my veins.

But I just glared at John. "I'm back."

A/N: Well, not really. I just needed an ender. Review.