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After breakfast with John and Dave (Kelly and Melina had packing to do apparently) I decided to start off my morning by heading to the gym and was fully satisfied with the uninterrupted workout I underwent. The gym wasn't as crowded as I had expected it to be, so it was much easier to get everything done without having to wait for an exercise machine or materials.

I was feeling pumped and energized as I pushed open the door and made my way towards the elevators just thinking how great it will be to get out tonight. I hit the button and waited for the elevator doors to open. When they finally did, Ted DiBiase stepped out of the elevator clearly heading towards the place I had just left.

"James! What are you doing up so early?" he questioned me with a smile. Early? It was noon already.

"You know, typical life of an athlete, hitting the gym whenever you have nothing to do," I answered and watched as the elevator doors closed without me on it.

"Yeah that's where I'm off to," he said motioning to his towel, "So you ready for tonight?"

"Ted DiBiase I was born ready," I laughed and he laughed with me.

"So awkward question," I started and then hesitated I scratched the back of my head, "It's going to just be you, me, and Cody right?"

When I looked up at him he was smiling, "Yes Mickie, just the three of us," he came closer and whispered, "The big bad wolf Randy has a date tonight, so he won't be joining us."

"I wasn't talking about . . ."

"Mickie, you insult me! I'm not as stupid as popular opinion would have you believe," he winked at me, "So I will text you later and let you know all the details, but for now I got me some exercising to do and some ladies to scope while doing so," he turned and then turned back to me hesitating, "Not in the way Cody does, I'm not a creep."

I giggled, "I believe you DiBiase, now go and get some exercise, you are starting to look out of shape," I teased him while pressing the elevator button.

With one last smile he was on his way to the gym, and I was on the elevator heading up to my room to take a shower and enjoy the rest of my afternoon. I was so much more relaxed now, partially because of the exercising but mostly because now I knew for sure Randy wasn't going to be coming. Ever since Melina and Kelly had brought it up last night, I was stressing if maybe Ted had invited him to come along. I guess I would be kind of excited, but when Randy and I get together, things rarely ever turn out good. We bicker like an old married couple, which is bad because we aren't dating and not so much the fact that it's annoying. Although, I find it a bit fun arguing with him, while I'm sure he finds me annoying. Actually I know he does, I can just tell by the way he glares at me; it's somewhat unsettling.

I opened the door to the hotel room to find Melina and Kelly's suitcases open on the bed, and the girls crawling around on the floor, apparently looking for any of their items they seemed to have overlooked.

"Hey ladies," I announced and placed the card key on the stand near the door, before slamming it behind me.

Kelly looked up from the floor and smiled, "Hey Micks how was your workout?"

"It was great," I responded with a smile.

Melina lifted a bra from under the bed before turning and smiling, "Well this isn't mine, must be one of yours."

I walked over and looked closely at the white bra and knew that it wasn't mine, "It's not mine I don't even have a white bra."

We both looked at Kelly, "You actually think these would fit in that? That looks like an A-cup," and looking more closely the bra was pretty small, and all three of us definitely didn't have small boobs.

Melina stared and then got a horrified look on her face as she flung the bra across the room and screamed 'ew'! Kelly and I exploded into laughter as our raven haired friend rushed to the bathroom to wash her hands.

"I wonder how long that has been under there," I questioned while falling to the floor, not really wanting to know the answer. Kelly looked over at me and started laughing again and I couldn't hold back either; Melina's face had been far too priceless.

"Yeah laugh it up," she said returning from the washroom with a hand towel and picking the bra up to chuck into the garbage.

"Don't worry, that's what we are doing right now," I said through bursts of laughter while obviously stating the obvious.

Kelly flopped onto her back and sighed; the laughing clearly gone out of her. I smiled at her and then pushing myself to my feet, I headed into the bathroom to take a nice, long shower and get all cleaned up for later. After my calming shower, the girls and I watched 'A walk to remember' that Kelly had rented from the lobby movie store. My cheeks were tear-stained by the end of the movie, and my head was resting on Melina's shoulder. I looked up and Melina's make-up was running and Kelly had tissue in her hands.

"That is the greatest movie ever. I could never get sick of it," Kelly was the first to speak.

"Oh me either, honestly I cry every single time I watch it," I admitted and then repositioned myself on the sofa so I was facing both of them.

"Their whole relationship is just envious, the way they love each other," Kelly remarked.

"Yeah I agree, and he marries her even though he knows she is going to die. That is true love," Melina said before sniffling. She flicked the TV off and stood up.

"So with my dose of Shane West for the day, I am going to decide what I am wearing tonight," she said while making her way towards her now fully packed suitcase, "I just realized it was stupid to pack up without deciding on my outfit. I cannot believe our flight is at seven in the morning, like that is ridiculous! I never was much of a morning person. I'm just glad we got flights together."

"Excuse me, you all got flights together. I am stuck on the afternoon flight tomorrow, and as far as I'm aware, I will be alone. Although, it is kind of good because then I can sleep and not have to listen to a bunch of annoying people," I stated. Melina, Kelly, Dave, John, Eve – Most of the people I knew were either on the flight this afternoon, or the one at seven tomorrow morning. I unfortunately had been booked for a flight at eleven tomorrow morning, and I didn't know anyone else who was on it. I knew there would be others, but obviously no one who I was close with.

"Yeah sorry about that, I would put you in my suitcase, but then I wouldn't have room for my shoes," Melina joked and I gave her the not so nice middle finger gesture.

"Don't worry Micks, your flight is only like four hours after ours," Kelly commented and I knew she was right. It wasn't much of a big deal; besides I wouldn't have anyone to talk to on the plane anyways if I went with them, because Kelly would be with John and Melina with Dave – as per usual. Of course I wasn't complaining, my friends were happy, and despite what they thought, I thoroughly enjoyed my alone time. It was the insistence of coming on their dates all the time that got to me.

We spent the next while picking out our outfits and were quite happy with the results. Melina and Dave were going to a dinner theatre downtown, so she chose a simple black dress with a scoop neckline, while a black belt wrapped around her waist cinching her curves. She paired it with black ballet flats and a silver sparkly clutch to match her silver heart necklace.

Kelly was going out for a movie with John, so she wanted cute and casual. She wore dark wash jeans and a grey flowing tank top that had lace along the hem of the bottom, and matching lace creating the thick straps. She chose a cute cropped leather jacket to complete the look.

And me? Well since I was going out to a club, I decided on dark skinny jeans and a pair of black caged heels. A ruffle with raw edges lined the front of my top, while a large jewelled buckle attached to the tie back halter.

After choosing our outfits, we focused on our make-up as well as hair. This was honestly my favourite part of going out; being able to get ready and have fun with Kelly and Melina as well as helping each other out and giving our honest opinions. After everything was done Kelly insisted I get my camera, and we took at least thirty pictures of ourselves all over the hotel room. Goofy ones, cute ones, sexy ones, I had such a blast in those thirty minutes. It was the simple kind of fun the three of us could always have whenever we were together.

"Oh crap, I'm late," Melina said after looking at her phone and realizing it was after six and the dinner show started at seven. Her phone rang seconds later, and it turned out to be Dave who asked her if she was ready.

She hung up the phone, "Okay Mickie, I will probably be sleeping when you get back tonight, so I will just see you when you get to New York. Call us when your flight gets in. You better have fun tonight," she added with a smile and then gave me a hug.

"I will, and don't forget to have fun tonight either," I pulled away and then added, "Say hi to Dave for me."

"Okay," she smiled, "Kelly have fun tonight, and keep it PG," she teased and Kelly stuck her tongue out at her before heading back into the washroom.

"Bye Micks," she said one last time before heading out the door.

An hour later John came by to get Kelly, and gave me a hug when I answered the door.

"Hey stranger, long time no see."

"Yeah and who's fault is that," I asked him narrowing my eyes.

"That would be mine," Kelly called walking out of the bathroom, "Hey John," she gave him a kiss on the cheek, "Sorry about that, promise to share in the future," she winked at me and grabbed her coat.

"You look great Kelly," John complimented her and she blushed. I smiled, they were super cute.

"Thanks, well we should get going so we aren't late," she gave me a hug and opened the door and headed out.

John turned to face me, "You look wonderful Micks," and he winked at me causing me to chuckle.

"Jealous? Wish you could look like me hey Cena?"

"Mickie how do you always seem to figure out my secrets?" he winked again and with one last wave he headed out the door after my friend.

I smiled to myself and went to the bathroom to check my hair. I had straightened it, and Kelly had teased it for me – she was the best at it and it came in handy most of the time.

I spent the next little while packing my own belongings into my suitcase so that I wouldn't have to worry about it later and after I was finished my phone vibrated with a text message from Ted.

Meet in the lobby in fifteen minutes? Is that alright?

I texted back assuring him that was fine, and packed all my necessary belongings into my black Coach clutch, and I made my way to the lobby.

Upon seeing Ted I felt happy and a smile came to my face, "Hey DiBiase," I called out and he smiled back at me.

"James," he acknowledged, "My you sure clean up good," he complimented and I playfully punched him.

"You don't look too shabby yourself; however you do seem to be one man short. Where's Cody?" I looked around and didn't see him anywhere in sight.

This smile disappeared off his face and he looked hesitant, "Uh, Micks there's something I should probably tell you . . ."

I put my hands on my hips, "Awe is Cody too embarrassed to come because he has a huge crush on me," I asked in a teasing tone.

"Hardly," I heard a deep voice speak from behind me.

I turned around to reciprocate when I noticed that Cody hadn't been alone – he was with the Viper, Randy Orton.

I was confused; shouldn't he be on his date?

He stared me down and I felt uncomfortable, so I turned to Ted and asked, "What is he doing here?" I hissed, while trying to keep my voice low.

Obviously I wasn't very successful because instead of Ted it was Randy who answered, "First of all, these happen to be my friends, so if I want to hang out with them, then I will. Second of all, I would really like to know why you seem so affected by me," he smirked.

"I'm not affected by you, so don't let that go to your head. Ted just didn't inform me you were coming, so I was surprised, that's all," I lied; it came rather easily in a time of need.

"Well I did have a date, with a smokin' hot chick," I rolled my eyes. Why did he find it necessary to add that? "However, that date turned into sex in my hotel room. This is fine with me because I think dinner on dates is a waste of time. So when Cody asked again if I wanted to come, I said why the hell not?"

Mental note: Kick Cody… hard!

I put on a smile, "Well great, the more the merrier, now let's get going," and I turned and lead the way out the door with a scowl on my face.

Randy's POV

Dinner at the restaurant had been both awkward and entertaining. I couldn't remember the last time I had done something like this with Mickie, and to be honest it felt somewhat normal. I had found myself highly entertained by her, because she was trying to make it seem like she didn't feel awkward the entire time. Of course there were the usual insults being directed at me and sometimes Cody, but neither of us missed an opportunity to reciprocate.

When Cody had asked me to come I had been hesitant, until he mentioned that Ted had invited Mickie and I couldn't resist. I wanted to have fun; and Mickie was just the person for that. It hadn't been completely awkward; there were actually moments when we all had civil conversation and there had even been laughter – from the rest of them. I had restrained myself from doing so, and only managed to pull off a smirk now and then or once in awhile a smile.

Laughter, to me, was weak, especially in front of Mickie. I don't know why I cared so much, but Mickie had always had some weird effect on me. Like she brought out the best in me, and she didn't even have to try. I had spent years perfecting the way I was today and in a few weeks, she had managed to see past that and bring out another side of me. Suffice to say I had to watch myself around her, or weird things would happen.

The cab had just pulled up in front of the club that had been our destination. I got out of the cab and walked towards the bar as Ted paid the driver. I pushed my way past the crowd up to the bouncer, ignoring the remarks of people I passed, with the other three following, and he let us in instantly.

"This place is really nice," I heard Mickie shout over the sound of the music.

"Yeah, it's one of the top places in Atlanta apparently. So drinks shall we," Ted offered and led the way to the nearest bar. I had already had a few drinks at the restaurant, as well as Mickie. Ted and Cody complained about the flight tomorrow and how they didn't want to be hung over, so they didn't drink as much as usual.

After getting a drink and Mickie doing two shots of tequila – she really loved her Tequila – we sat down on a couple of stools at the bar, and surveyed the bar area. There were so many hot women here, that this just made it to the top of my list of favourite clubs. Three ladies approached us; two blondes and a brunette. I took a liking to the brunette, and she seemed interested in me – not much of a surprise there.

". . . So I came over here figuring you needed someone to dance with, and just my luck, I believe I was right. So what do you say?" she bit her lip at me and placed her hand on my lap and then tilted her head to the side.

"I believe it is your luck that I'm ready to dance," I responded and I let her lead me to the dance floor.

After three songs of dancing, Carmen – the name of my new brunette friend – pulled me off the dance floor and towards the bar so we could have another drink. She insisted on tequila – what is with girls and tequila? – And then I ordered another beer.

"Well, usually I'm not this forward, but I'm going to make an exception for you," she winked at me, "How about we head back to my place and relieve some of this sexual tension I'm feeling between us," wow she was being forward – my kind of girl.

I was just about to accept when I happened to look over and see Mickie sitting at the bar – alone. I don't know what came over me, but I found myself walking away from Carmen and heading in Mickie's direction.

"If I didn't know any better I would say you were having a great time," I commented sarcastically, taking the stool next to her.

"Oh tons, like you wouldn't believe. I got asked to have a threesome with two other girls, I'm kind of wishing I hadn't declined," I could tell she was joking about the last part.

Wow, what an amazing mental image . . .

"Well I'm sure it would have been more fun than what you are having now," I forced myself to say and forced the images out of my mind.

"And you care about me having fun why?" she challenged me staring into my eyes.

I looked away and took a swig of my beer and then turned back to her, "So Mickie, how about you stop being such a bitch for one night and have some fun?"

She looked taken aback by my boldness and to my surprise she smiled, "And what do you do for fun Orton?"

"Well stop sulking around by myself for one."

"I'm not sulking, usually I'm the life of the party, however not knowing anyone puts me at a disadvantage," she admitted.

"Well make new friends," I insisted.

She stared at me with confusion, "And that's what you do all the time hey?" she had a point; I wasn't exactly the greatest at making new friends. Of course it wasn't because I was anti-social; life was just easier without attachments.

I shrugged my shoulders, "Tequila?" I questioned her and she laughed. I hadn't seen her laugh around me since our little incident at the mall in the cleaning room. In that moment, I had wanted to kiss her, and probably would have had that douche bag security guard not interrupted. I was glad that he had though, that would have made things far too complicated.

"Tequila," she agreed with a smile and turned towards the bar to order us some shots of the liquor I was getting quite accustomed to.

After four shots of tequila and two beers later, Mickie was downright drunk. She kept slurring her words, but seemed to be having a great time. She had four guys approach her already asking her to dance, but each time she declined saying she wasn't going to ditch her friend. Of course I was her friend now, she was plastered. I had to admit this Mickie was just as entertaining as angry Mickie.

She was laughing at everything I said as well as everything she said. She was much more relaxed, and didn't take everything so seriously. I had drunk as much tequila as her, but triple the amount of beer and I was feeling a pretty strong buzz. However, I continued to drink more and more and knew pretty soon I was going to be just like Mickie.

"Hey Randy?" she asked me, inches from my face. If I kissed her, she probably wouldn't remember . . .

"What Mickie?" I asked her and disregarded my thought from before.

"How about we have more tequila shots," she giggled and when I shook my head she pleaded and made a pouty face. She was so cute even when she was drunk and slurring her speech.

"Fine, one more Mickie. I think you have had enough for tonight," I couldn't help but laugh, she could definitely hold her liquor. Besides, this was the most fun I had in awhile and it happened to be with Mickie, I didn't want this to end.

We had another shot while a new song started over the speakers.

"Randy?" she asked me again and I thought she was going to ask to do another shot and I was ready to decline when she asked me something totally different, "I love this song, we absolutely have to dance! Please?" but before I could have give her an answer, she grabbed my hand and pulled me to the dance floor, with the song 'Promiscuous Girl' playing. I had to help her there because she was stumbling everywhere, although I had to admit I wasn't fairing so well myself.

She stopped in the middle of the dance floor, having pushed her way through the crowd of people, and turned around to face me. She started dancing to the beat of the music and I joined her. When the chorus came around she pulled herself closer to me and we started grinding. I didn't even think about what I was doing, it felt natural to me and my head felt cloudy. It felt amazing to have her that close and to be able to put my arms around her.

We continued that way for the rest of the song and then found our way off the dance floor laughing and holding hands.

I looked up to see Ted and Cody making their way towards us without the two girls they had been with earlier.

"It's one in the morning; we should probably head back to the hotel now," Ted offered and I instantly felt anger at the both of them.. I was having a wonderful night, and they wanted to ruin it.

Before I could respond though Mickie spoke up, "Te-eddd," she said in a pouty voice that made me laugh, "I am having a great night I don't wanna go yet!" she pouted.

Ted laughed at her and then his eyes found our hands entwined; I quickly pulled my hand away as Ted's eyes found his way to my face and he gave me a questioning look.

"Well I am heading back, you guys can stay here if you want," Cody interrupted the stare and Ted looked towards him.

"Well I'm not going, I'm having too much fun," Mickie's slurred words came out as a shout and then she laughed at herself.

"I'll stay with her," I offered and both of my friends turned to stare at me.

After a few seconds Cody nodded his head, "Okay that's settled then. Are you sure?" his face had confusion written all over it, but Cody was never one to push me for answers.

I nodded, "Yeah sure, I'm not ready to go yet so I may as well stay. You two can go," I insisted.

"Okay, bye Mickie, hope you have fun," Cody called to her and before he could turn to go, Mickie threw her arms around his neck.

"BYE CODY! I HOPE YOU DON'T MISS ME TOOOO MUCH!" she yelled into his ear and Ted and I burst into laughter.

Cody managed to pull Mickie off of him and he turned to walk towards the door shaking his head.

"Teddyyy! I'm gonna miss you," Mickie pouted and threw her arms around him too.

Ted laughed and reciprocated the hug. A shot of jealousy coursed through my body, but was gone just as soon as it came, "Of course you will James, you always do!" he laughed again and then they released each other.

He came towards me while Mickie was talking to some random stranger about how she liked the girl's shoes, "Are you sure about this? I mean is this a good idea?" he questioned me. Why wouldn't it be?

"Yeah of course, why not? I will make sure she gets back okay," I informed him. What was he her father?

"That's not what I'm talking about Randy," he admitted, "She's pissed drunk, and by the looks of things you're on your way there. Something is bound to happen, you aren't known for controlling yourself. I don't want Mickie to get hurt," he narrowed his eyes at me.

Since when is he so protective of my ex-girlfriend? Who does he think he is? He barely even knows her! I would never hurt Mickie, not even if someone had a gun to my head. Okay yes I have hurt her before, but I would give anything to take that back, and I would never let it happen again. I vow to never let it happen again.

"Ted, everything will be fine okay! Just trust me, I'm not gonna let anything happen to Mickie alright?" I assured him even though it really wasn't his business. I knew that Ted had a valid point, and that he did care for Mickie, but I did as well. This whole thing would be fine.

With one look and a farewell to Mickie and me, Ted made his way over to a waiting Cody.

"Hey Randy?"

"Hey what?" I smiled.

"TEQUILA!" she said throwing her arm in the air and pulling me towards the bar.

Mickie's POV

I had such a sharp pain coming from my head, and when I opened my eyes and sat up I wished that I hadn't. I had a throbbing pain in my head, and I felt queasy. I don't really remember much from what happened last night, but at the moment I am regretting all of it profusely. What I do remember is a whole lot of Randy Orton and even more tequila. I yawned and looked over towards the clock and jumped back at the sight that I saw. I was on the edge of the bed, lost my balance and ended up falling to the floor with a shout. I rubbed my head and looked up to see Randy leaning over the bed rubbing his eyes and staring at me.

"What happened?" he questioned so calmly. How could he be so calm about this? What the hell happened? And why the hell was I in bed with Randy Orton? Oh god, oh god, this is why I shouldn't drink so much tequila!

I stared at him with my eyes widened in horror, "What happened? What the hell is this? What the hell happened?" I said jumping to my feet and instantly regretting it. I sank onto the bed holding my forehead.

"Are you okay?" he asked with concern in his voice. Concern? For me? From Randy Orton? What planet had I been abducted to?

"NO I am not okay! I have a massive hangover, and I wake up to find myself in a bed with you!" I shouted standing to my feet a little more carefully this time.

What was going on? Did we sleep together? I couldn't even remember, and now I wanted to crawl into a hole and cry . . . or die. Dying would probably take this horrible headache away. I stared at Randy trying hard to sift through the memories in my head, but the last thing I remember is . . . oh dear god I made out with Randy Orton – my ex-boyfriend! The one who has made my life a living hell for the last two years, despite the fact that I was on Smackdown for a lot of it. Now that's skill, being able to annoy someone when they are on a completely different roster. Mickie what have you done!

"How can you be so calm about this?" I turned around and put my head in my hands, "Oh I understand, because now I am on that stupid list of yours!" I said throwing my hands in the air and whipping around to face him which in all honesty was stupid to say because I was on that list long before any of the other divas. I just realized I was only in my underwear so I dashed across the room and pulled on my jeans. This definitely wasn't my own room; could this get any worse? I clutched my head as another throbbing pain resounded through it.

"Mickie, sit down," he said standing up and coming towards me, "You are going to hurt yourself."

"I am fine!" I shouted. And then my stomach gave a lurch, and I ran to the bathroom; I could feel the vomit rising in my throat and I made it to the bathroom just in time. I was on my knees bent over the toilet; things had definitely just gotten worse.

"Mickie are you okay?" Randy asked from behind me; his voice was heavy with distress – now there's a surprise and a half.

"Just go away!" this was so embarrassing. This was the last thing I wanted – for the Viper to watch me as I vomited into the toilet of his hotel room.

"Mickie I have seen you throw up before," yeah that was when I could actually count on him to be there for me. When I could trust him . . .

I wiped my face and couldn't turn to look at him, "Yeah, well we aren't dating so you are off the hook, now please just go," I pleaded and I felt a tear stream down my cheek.

I heard the door close and I looked to see that I was now the only occupant of the bathroom. I cleaned my face up and fixed my hair as well as used the mini bottle of mouth wash – complimentary from the hotel. After taking a huge breath I knew I couldn't hide in the bathroom forever, and the only exit was beyond the bathroom door that was keeping me safe from the effects of the Viper. I slowly opened the door and stepped out to find Randy fully dressed and sitting on the couch. He looked up when he heard the door open, but didn't say anything.

"Are you okay now?" he asked. No I wasn't okay; I had a splitting headache and many unanswered questions.

"Yeah, I'm fine," I lied and made my way over to grab my clutch and my jacket that were hanging on the edge of the sofa.

I picked my phone up off the table; it was dead, just great.

"So I'm going to . . ." I stopped dead as I noticed the time on the clock. Randy looked up clearly wondering why I stopped, "Oh shit, is that the time?" I shouted.

He looked at the clock, "Yeah it's . . . oh my god the flight! I missed my flight!" he yelled while jumping to his feet.

"Me too," I turned around and made my way slowly about the room trying to find my shoes, and trying not to throw up in the process.

"You were on the eleven am flight as well?" he asked me while looking at his phone, "Ted and Cody called me like five times asking where the hell I was. Why didn't they come to my room and wake me up?"

"Because you aren't five!" I called out finally finding my second shoe lodged under the bed, "I so hope they have another flight going out soon that I can get on!"

He glared at me, "What's your problem?"

"My problem? Look around! This entire room is my problem, and everything in it! This was a joke; and a mistake, one that I can't take back, now if you will excuse me, I have more important things to do than stand here and argue with you!" I shouted.

I didn't even say goodbye before throwing open the door and stumbling into the hallway without looking back. After getting to my room and not even bothering to change I grabbed my suitcases – thank god I had packed them before I had gone out last night – and made my way to the lobby to check out only twenty minutes after leaving Randy's room. I threw my luggage into the trunk of my rental and sped out of the parking lot, and the majority of the way to the airport.

How could I let this happen? I was usually pretty level-headed, but in the course of twenty four hours, I missed my flight to New York and ended up in bed with my ex-boyfriend. However, I don't exactly remember anything happening so maybe I am getting ahead of myself. Yes that's it, I was so drunk anyways. There was no way Randy would do that to me knowing the state I was in would he?

This just screws everything up, because as hard as I had worked to hate him, it wasn't possible. I had told myself the feelings I felt were as a result of us not having a chance to get used to each other in a non-romantic way, and now I know I had been lying to myself. Maybe I was just trying so hard to make it seem like I hated him, that I had just been covering up my feelings for him in the first place.

Of course now I was being delusional; Randy was egotistical and arrogant, and probably seen last night as a way to get me into bed. Now that I'm thinking about it, a part of me really does hate him, for everything he has done and for his manipulative ways. It was his fault for the way things ended last night! He didn't make any attempt to stop me! Yes that's it, I blame him and he will pay.

I arrived at the airport and found the rental place I had visited only a few days before to get this car in the first place. I headed towards the counter that was being maintained by a short balding man who was wearing glasses and looked as if he was in his fifties. I stood my two suitcases up by the counter and placed my carry-on bag on top of them.

"Yeah, I'm here to drop off my rental, I'm in a hurry so I need this to go as quickly as possible," I said quickly, "My name is Mickie James, and the car is right out there," I pointed outside the window to where I had parked the car.

"Mickie James, Mickie James," he muttered to himself while surveying the list he had in front of him. I tapped my foot impatiently and looked at the clock behind him. I hope there is another flight. I have an autograph signing tomorrow afternoon in New York and I cannot miss it.

"Ah here we go; yeah you were late in bringing it back. We called you a bunch of times," he said sternly.

"Yeah my cell phone died and I missed my flight so just add that to my list of problems," I said with a sigh.

"There are other people who managed to get their cars back on time. There is a penalty for late returns. It's all in the agreement you signed," he made it sound so important.

"Okay, sorry about that. Just charge it to my card, but I really have to go. So if there's something to sign, let me do it now." The man glared at me and then placed a paper in front of me. I signed it and he gave me a receipt and I was on my way to sort out my flight problems with my luggage in tow.

I made my way towards one of the front desks; I chose the one with the shortest line and after ten minutes it was my turn to approach the pretty blonde lady.

"Hi, yeah I missed my flight to New York, it was supposed to be at eleven, so I need to be on the next flight as soon as possible," I said to her and then ended it with a smile. I didn't want to be rude, and she looked like a very nice lady.

"Okay I can do that for you," she said with a smile. This was working out I guess, as long as I was in New York by tomorrow morning, my missed flight wasn't really an issue.

"Okay, the next flight to New York is . . . tomorrow at eleven in the morning," she said and then looked up to face me, "Would you like me to book you for that one?"

Tomorrow at eleven? There was no way I would make it to the signing on time even if I flew my own private jet!

"No um you see I have an autograph signing tomorrow at noon in New York, so I have to be there before that, or my boss really isn't going to be happy," I concluded and she stared at me clearly wondering who I was, "I'm a professional wrestler . . . with the WWE, they have me booked for a signing. Yeah, never mind is there anything earlier at all?"

She looked at the computer screen again and then looked at me with sympathy on her face, "No, I'm really sorry, eleven tomorrow is the earliest. Any connecting flights, well you probably wouldn't make it there in time. I'm sorry," she repeated.

I sighed and looked down, "It's fine it's not your fault. Looks like my career is heading south . . ." I was about to turn and walk away when she called me back.

"Miss? New York is about fourteen hours from here – driving. If you were to rent a car, you could make it there long before your signing," yes! She was a genius, why hadn't I thought of that?

I smiled, "Thank you so much! I never thought of that," I pulled my purse out of my carry-on looking for any bills I had on hand. The only one I had was a fifty . . . oh screw it. I handed her the fifty dollar bill and headed off in the direction I had just come from –

The rental car place, hearing a thank you called after me.

I approached the desk again and the man had his back to me. He didn't turn around but I had a feeling he knew I was there.

"Excuse me?" I said impatiently.

He turned around and instantly narrowed his eyes. This man had serious issues, he didn't even know me!

"I need a car, as soon as possible."

He smiled at me which was surprising, "Sorry, but I just rented the last car out. I'm not expecting any back until tomorrow," and there's the reason for the smile.

"Are you serious? Today couldn't get any worse," I muttered and turned my back on him.

That was when I noticed Randy Orton sitting in the corner going through his bags. He didn't notice I was here; I turned back to the man at the counter.

"Did you rent that man a car?" I asked while pointing to the Viper.

"Yeah he got the last one. He's some sort of celebrity, isn't that exciting?" he said eagerly. I rolled my eyes.

"Ma'am?" he asked when I didn't say anything.

I looked at him and forced a smile, "Excuse me while I go and beg my jackass ex-boyfriend for a ride," and I grabbed my suitcases and wheeled over to where the Legend Killer was just about to exit the building.

He looked up at me, "Mickie, I see you had the same idea as me," he sneered. Well right back to the real Orton.

I didn't waste any time, "This goes against every fibre of my being, but I need a ride," I sighed and waited for an answer.

"Why don't you get your own car?"

"There are none left otherwise I would never willingly squeeze into the car with you and your ego!"

He smirked realizing the disadvantage I was at, "Sorry but I'm not a taxi service . . . but now that I think about it I'm not sorry."

"Of course you aren't," I sighed, "I'll pay you," I offered.

"For the entire car?" why was he doing this, he didn't even need the money!

"No that isn't fair," I protested.

"And gas?" he added while ignoring my protest, "Come on Mickie, you don't have much of a choice do you?"

I sighed and gritted my teeth, "Fine I will pay for the car and that's it! I am not paying for gas or anything else!"

He smirked at me obviously enjoying this, "Fine it's a deal. Now take my bags to the car," he demanded.

I glared at him, kicked his suitcase over and then walked past him pulling my own suitcases out the door. I swear I heard him chuckle behind me, but didn't turn to verify it.

Our car was parked alongside at least ten other rental cars. That stupid rental guy, I wish every bad thing upon him. Okay maybe not that extensive, but he denied me a car because he said there were none left. I don't even know why he doesn't like me, I repeat he doesn't even know me! I am so calling the rental company when I get to the hotel that is just so rude. Now I was stuck in a car with the one man I can't stand.

Randy and I . . . stuck in a car together . . . for fourteen hours. This was going to be interesting, if not torturous.

A/N: This is the start of the next few chapters of Randy and Mickie on the road together . . . alone :) I hope you enjoyed it. Please take the time to review :)

As far as the "Dashing Cody Rhodes' nickname, I think it's cute! Haha, Cody is definitely a good looking guy so the nickname suits him. He deserves a push because I can totally see him being a main-eventer one day.

At first I thought the new GM was Stone Cold as well, but I agree with all55husbands , Stone Cold wouldn't hide behind a computer! I'm just really curious to know who it is! It would be cool if it was Mickie haha like XxFutureWWEDivaxX suggested. But a lot of you seem to think its HHH which would be so cool as well, but it's the same thing for him – he wouldn't hide behind a computer either.