The Rock stood in the hospital waiting room. He wasn't very close with Lita, he had tagged several times with her, nothing else, but he had come to the hospital to see her after she had been taken in the ambulance. He was shocked that their had been such a vicious attack, let alone on someone as loved and popular as Amy. Why would the Undertaker target her, of all people? He had decided that he would investigate.
xxxx
After seeing what had happened, Adam had gone ahead and changed into his civilian clothing before deciding to ask Lance if he could get off work early and have a few days off, not that if he were denied he wouldn't do any differently. He walked quickly through the busy store, a thunderstorm starting outside.
"At least tell me you snogged her?" Randy was pestering him non-stop.
"No, sadly not."
"You didn't shag her then?" Adam slowed down for a beat and turned his head to face his British friend.
"No. What would make you think that I'd sleep with her and not kiss her?" Randy shrugged, shaking his head.
"Some people just don't like it..." They finally found Lance Storm.
"Lance, hey, listen, I needed to ask for a favor." Adam started, mentally taking his breath.
"Uh, yeah, I have the same favor to ask as him, actually." Randy's voice startled Adam.
"Well, please hurry up. I have some very serious business I need to get to." Lance said, giving them his famous stare.
"Okay, look. We need some time off, and to go home early today. I have a family emergency-"
"And I'm his brother, so it's my emergency too," Randy lied. Adam turned around and gave him a what are you thinking? kind of look before turning back around to see a confused Lance Storm.
"What?"
"He's my step-brother, not my blood brother, of course." Adam attempted to cover up his friend's lie.
"Okay, fine. I can't deal with this right now - just come back whenever whatever is going on blows over." And with that Storm walked away into the crowd of people currently in the store.
"Go go go go!" Adam whispered to Randy, the two of them squeezing past strangers until they were met by the entrance doors which they then exited.
"Who's car do we take?" the short haired Brit asked, putting his arm in front of Adam, therefore stopping him.
"Yours, my convertible's probably soaked since I didn't put up the top."
"Idiot," Randy murmured, running along with Adam to his Chevy Malibu. Once inside, Randy spoke.
"Where the bloody Hell are we going?"
"SmackDown was in Pittsburgh, so yes, Pittsburgh."
"Pittsburgh? Pitts, like arm pits?"
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, quit complaining, Brit."
"Bloody proud of it." Randy retorted, pulling out of the parking lot.
xxxx
Randy yawned. He honestly didn't have any idea of why he had jumped into Adam's mess. Maybe it was just because they were best friends, maybe it was out of boredom, but if it were out of boredom, then he should've stayed at work. Adam wasn't saying anything and they had been listening to their Best Of the Beatles CDs for five hours now. Randy began singing along with the radio.
"I'm comin' down fast but I'm miles above you,
Tell me, tell me, tell me, come on tell me the answer!
Well you may be a lover but you ain't no daaaancer!"
Adam began singing along, the both of them now singing in unison:
"Now, Helter Skelter, Helter Skelter, Helter Skelter, woo!
Will you won't you want me to make you?
I'm coming down fast but don't let me break you!
Tell me, tell me, tell me the answer-
You may be a lover but you ain't no dancer,
Look out!
Helter Skelter, Helter Skelter, Helter Skelter..."
They finished the song, deciding then to chat.
"So, what's she like?" Randy asked, glancing over at Adam as he turned down the radio.
Adam shook his head, not knowing how to sum up Amy Dumas. "Really sweet, really great girl." A silent moment passed, Randy simply nodding.
"You fancy her a bit much, don't you think?" Adam shrugged.
"I don't know if I'm the best one to judge that. I like her more than most girls I meet."
"Adam, don't bullshit me, you're smitten! She got injured in her fun little wrestling match and you're running 685 miles up just to see if she's okay! I still doubt that she's actually hurt, you see how wrestling is-"
"Randy, look at who you're talking to." Adam reminded his friend of his injury.
"Oh... Well, maybe you just really suck at wrestling."
"Maybe you just really suck at being a good friend, huh Randy?" Adam playfully asked, elbowing the driver in the ribs.
"Hey, be careful! I can't drive in these American cars, I already want to sit in the passenger's seat and drive on the wrong side of the road, what help do you think beating me up will give me?"
"Stupid Brit."
"Stupid Canadian."