It had been nearly a month and a half since Cody and Ted had first won the titles and while Becky was overjoyed for her boyfriend and his tag partner, she couldn't help but wonder where her push had gone.

A few weeks ago, she was the golden girl of World Wrestling Entertainment, ready for her shot as number one contender.

And now...?

She was Cody's girlfriend and his and Ted's valet.

Who the hell did Vince McMahon think she was? Kelly Kelly?

With a fury, Becky threw open the door to the dressing room she shared with Cody Runnels and Ted DiBiase, Jr., causing the men to jump as the metal connected with the concrete walls.

"What's got your panties in a twist?" Ted grumbled as he finished unpacking his bag of wrestling attire.

Despite a rocky start in the beginning of the Rhodes-DiBiase, "Simply Priceless" Era, the Diva and the second-generation superstar had become pretty good friends. Ted understood that she was an incredibly important part of his tag team partner's life and conversely, he should learn from the mistakes that Bob Holly had made and stay on Rebecca West's good side at all times... and at all costs.

"Not now, Ted," she hissed at him, throwing her duffle bag on the floor.

Cody shook his head lightly and placed his bag down beside his girlfriend's, walking towards her slowly, "What happened, Becky?"

His girlfriend took a deep breath as he approached her in a pair of medium wash blue jeans and a dark grey Affliction tee-shirt, "I'm the next fucking Kelly Kelly, that's the matter."

"Rebecca," the Marietta-native chuckled lightly. "You are beautiful... and talented... and smart..." he smiled at her, brushing back a strand of her hair off of her face in an attempt to make her feel better. "And most importantly, you are NOT the next Kelly Kelly."

Becky did feel a tiny bit better, but mainly because he was trying, not necessarily succeeding.

It was more of the thought that counted.

"The next fucking Kelly Kelly," she corrected him, still pouting.

"Okay," he laughed again and placed a kiss on the top of her head as he pulled her into a strong embrace. "You are not the next fucking Kelly Kelly. Is that better?"

The raven-haired young woman nodded into his chest, "A little."

"Good," he replied, pushing her back a few inches. "Now listen, Ted and I have our match up next, so we have to change, but it's a non-title match against Cryme Time... so you don't have to go."

She was a little taken aback, "You don't want me there?"

"I didn't say that," Cody answered quickly.

"I think what the man is trying to say..." Ted interjected to save his friend some embarrassment, "Is that while we're kicking Cryme Time's ass, you should go work with Vince McMahon's ass..."

"And while you're screwing up what I was supposedly trying to say," Cody rolled his eyes at Ted and then turned back to Becky, "I'm going to tell my girlfriend that she should confront Vince McMahon about the direction of your career and how it has recently derailed."

Becky let out a momentary laugh, "You just did. It's a good thought... and that's just what I'm about to do."

This was it.

She was always assertive, always spoke her mind.

But this was her boss. This was Vincent Kennedy McMahon, CFO of World Wrestling Entertainment.

And she couldn't just walk up to his door, pound on it, and expect him to let her in.

No... she'd have to walk in.

Standing before her was the door in question.

All she had to do now was open it and walk on in.

Yeah... all I have to do.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, here are your winners and STILL World Tag Team Champions..." Lillian's voice boomed through the arena. "Cody Rhodes and Ted DiBiase, Jr.!"

With a smug grin on his face, Ted reached for his friend's wrist and raised their arms in the air. After a short, yet very masculine embrace of appreciation, the duo turned around to the referee, expecting their tag team titles to be waiting for them.

But they weren't.

Instead, they were met with a very confused referee, a cheering crowd, and a chant that couldn't be made out all that well.

Looking around for their gold, however, they could make out the bodies of Shad Gaspard and JTG at the top of the ramp, holding the Tag Team Belts, THEIR belts, over their heads in triumph.

"Did I miss something?" Cody asked Ted beside him.

"Yeah..." Ted seethed. "They stole our fucking title belts."

His eyes bulged, "Motherfuckers."

DiBiase shook his head and scowled at their desperation, "Wouldn't be surprised."

The Wisconsin native soon realized that she'd been standing at the door for the last five minutes, oblivious to the fact that people were now passing and staring at her.

With a final deep breath, and a boost of confidence, she reached for the silver doorknob, turned it, and pushed open the steel.

"Vince, we need to talk. I'm sick of being told what I'm gonna be. I just want to know when the hell am I getting..." she trailed off, stopping as she caught site of another person in the room, whom Vince had been talking to before. "My title shot."

The young woman had bright blonde hair, styled into long waves, but she was currently facing Vince, so few other details were available.

Subsequently, she felt it was safe to assume it was none other than Kelly Kelly herself.

Ugh. Barbie doll. Speak of the fucking devil...

"Ah, Ms. West," Vince smiled as he clasped his hands together over his desk. "Normally, interruptions infuriate me. But I am glad you're here. You see, we were just discussing your future."

Becky scoffed, "Why were you and Barbie Doll talking about my future for?"

"You know," the woman turned around to face Becky, "One of these days, Barbie's going to figure out your little nickname isn't a term of endearment."

Her jaw nearly dropped to the floor, "Charlie?!"

The sapphire-eyed Diva smirked, "In the flesh, little sister."

"I thought you were still... on leave."

"Well, Jeff's on Smackdown and since the Diva title sucks, I chose to stay here. Besides," she toyed with her talon-like french manicure as she spoke, "I like being the golden girl on the number one program. Don't you agree, Mr. McMahon?"

"But Vince," Becky scootched further into the room. "We had all of these plans! I had a title shot!"

"You should know better than anyone that things change, Rebecca," Charlie replied icily. "And people change..." she added, giving her sister the once over, "Sometimes, not for the better."

Her emerald eyes hardened. "At least I don't get mistaken for Kelly Kelly."

Charlie laughed haughtily, "At least I don't get mistaken for Ashlee Simpson and her fried-ass haircut."

"Whore."

"Bitch."

"Slut."

"Poseur."

"Homewrecker."

"ENOUGH!" Vince boomed as he stood up in a hurry. "What the hell am I going to do with you two?"

"I don't care what you do about her," Charlie waved off her sister, "But I know you're going to give me my title shot."

"YOUR title shot? You left. You vanished. You packed it in... and the fans have never cheered louder," Becky countered.

Vince was on the brink of popping a blood vessel. "Both of you, stop it. We'll settle this in a match... winner gets the #1 contendership against Beth."

"Fine," Becky replied.

"Fine," Charlie agreed. "Unforgiven it is."

A sinister smile crept upon Vince's face, "Oh no, ladies. Not just at Unforgiven. Best two out of three matches. First one at Unforgiven, second at No Mercy, and a third, if necessary, at Survivor Series."

Both women were absolutely stunned into silence.

"That's all ladies," the Chairman settled back into his desk and waved them away. "See you at Unforgiven."

And with that, both Divas left Vince McMahon's office... a thousand times quieter than when they had entered.

"Becky, where have you been?" Cody asked her accusatorily as she walked back into their dressing room, still stunned from the events that had just occurred.

"In Vince's office," she responded, failing to make any sort of eye contact with her boyfriend.

Cody grunted, "I've been waiting for you for an hour."

"I was tied up," Becky replied miserably. "You'll never guess what just happened."

"Cryme Time stole our Tag Titles!"

"No," Becky shook her head and laughed. "But that's an interesting, albeit very specific guess."

"No!" the Georgian shot back angrily. "They really stole our fucking titles. This is not a joke, Rebecca."

In the past year, there had been many times in which Cody Runnels had used her first name and she hadn't really cared.

Out of his lips, and his alone, the name she hated was slightly charming and incredibly endearing.

However, this was not one of those times.

And it pissed her the fuck off.

"You know what, Cody?" she began to yell. "Not everything is about you and your precious fucking titles okay? You've been a champion what... three times? I haven't held a single FUCKING one. And guess what? You've got three on this show to shoot for. And I have how many? Oh, that's right. ONE. In a division that no one cares about. But you know something?" Becky shouted louder at him, catching Ted's attention, as well. "I care about it. And after all this time of parading around with your belt, you should at least want me to parade around with you, no matter how fucking inferior the majority of the competition is. I followed you and Holly around, despite my hatred for him, and now I follow you and Ted around."

"I didn't ask you to..." Cody tried to interject, but was soon cut off.

"Yes, you did, Cody. But it doesn't matter. After all of that, you should have at least wanted me to share in that joy with you... fight for a title shot for me like I fought for one and a new gimmick for you. But nooooooo," she added with sarcasm. "I come in here, pissed off beyond belief, and you don't even have the decency to ask me what's wrong. All you care about is the fact that Shad and JTG stole your tag team belts. That still makes you a champion, Runnels, gold or not."

The black-haired young woman bore her emerald eyes into him and headed for the door, but then stopped to turn around and sling her duffel bag over her shoulder.

"And without gold around my waist, or a title to my name, even if for a split second of time, all I am is another Kelly Kelly... another girl that's there as nothing more than eye candy. You once told me you loved me because of the passion I had for my job," Becky sighed, pulling open the door. "I know you love me, Cody... I just want you to support me, that's all."

For a moment, the six-foot, one inch young man of muscle stood before her, his hands now in his pockets, and simply shook his head.

Then he sighed, "Why do you always have to pick on Kelly Kelly?"

Becky ground her teeth together, "You are a fucking asshole... don't wait up for me. I'm not coming. Although, I doubt you'd even care enough to stay awake."

And with that, she slammed the door shut.

"Come on, Cody..." Ted whined and pushed him forward. "A carnival is the perfect thing to take your mind off of your problems."

"Ted," he rolled his eyes. "Don't you think that we're a little old for this."

"Ahh, young Runnels..." he said in an airy voice, placing his hand on his friend's shoulder. "You have much to learn, Grasshopper."

Cody's face contorted, "You're three years older, Ted!"

"Three years wiser..." he noted with his index finger. "And right now, I'm wise enough to go call Kristen and check in on her. I'll be back in a few minutes."

"But I-" he began to object, but by then, his friend was off into the distance, already dialing her phone number. "Ugh. Fuck this."

"A little down on your luck, my dear?" a drawn out female voice called to him, causing him to turn around.

It was then he caught sight of the pale, older woman with overexaggerated makeup and a purple turban that matched her equally purple, celestial dress, "Huh?"

"Girl trouble..." she began, but then paused and held up a finger as she concentrated on nothing in particular. "Ahh..." her face morphed into a smile. "And work trouble. The girlfriend works with you too."

Quickly, the woman took notice of his confused face.

"I am Madame Sabrina," she regally announced to him. "I am a seer of all, the present, past, and future. And that is precisely why I know what is troubling you."

"No, it's because I'm on TV and my life is documented on Wikipedia," he countered skeptically.

"Even if your life is documented on this wiki-thing," Sabrina waved her hand around in dismissal of his comment, "I'd actually have to know who you are. And I don't. But I can... if you'd like me to, read your future."

The blue-eyed wrestler shook his head, "I don't believe in psychics."

But Sabrina wouldn't take no for an answer, "Well, I am not a psychic. Psychics guess. Madame Sabrina knows. Listen, my dear... if I can't convince you that I'm for real, the reading is free of charge."

After about fifteen seconds, Cody nodded. "Okay."

Sabrina nodded and led him into her small tent, the interior of which was decorated in deep purples, blues, and blacks.

In the center of the small covering was a table and two chairs.

"Please," she gestured to the chair on their right, "Sit."

Despite being skeptical, Cody did as he was told.

"Now," she began, sitting in the chair and extending her arm across the table. "Please give me your hand."

Once again, the second-generation wrestler complied and turned his hand upwards as he reached across to her.

Sabrina flipped it over and held onto it, "Not your palm, your hand."

"Sorry," he apologized sheepishly. "Now what?"

"Now..." she trailed off. "I make a believer out of you."

On her king sized bed in her hotel suite, Charlie laid on her plush pillows, twirling a lock of hair around her finger.

"You should have seen the look on her face when I turned around, Jeff," she cackled wickedly. "It was awe-inspiring."

"Look, Charlie," Jeff started with a wary tone to his voice. "I get this whole sibling rivalry thing, I really do. Matt and I go through it all the time. But just don't be too hard on her."

"I'll try..."

"Charlotte," he stated sternly.

Jeff was truly the only person that'd she listen to. In all honesty, she didn't even listen to Vince anymore, but manged to take into consideration the words of her... well, something.

The younger Hardy's position in her life wasn't really titled.

Sure, she'd spent a sex-less night in his room, comforted him after his fiancee dumped him, moved in with him and his brother after he'd gotten suspended and his house burned down, stayed at Matt's because he'd all but begged her to, revealed all of her deepest, darkest secrets for the sake of her sanity, and even kissed him once.

Not to mention that tiny, little, itty-bitty piece of info running around in her brain... that said that she was in love with Jeff Hardy, her almost-but-not-quite-yet-boyfriend.

He hadn't even asked her out yet. And she was never going to make the first move.

"Okay, I won't be too hard..." she rolled her eyes. "But I'm not going to lose."

Jeff laughed, "I never expected you to. Listen, Char... I have to hit the road tomorrow, so I need to get sleep. I'll talk to you tomorrow?"

Charlotte smiled wickedly at his words, "Tomorrow..."

Almost immediately following her departing word, she pressed the end button on her cell phone.

"... Is going to be a good day."

At first, Cody Runnels was convinced this woman was a liar, a cheater, a fraud, a fake... and every other word that involved scamming in the entire dictionary.

But frauds can't exactly come up with the fact that a guy had his first wet dream about his sister-in-law when he was eleven.

So after Sabrina revealed that little factoid about his life, Cody was more than willing to cough up the ten bucks.

"You're very unsure of where your relationship is going right now," Sabrina surmised, her eyes shut lightly. "Especially, since you work together. You don't know if you can be supportive enough of her career, while dedicating yourself to your own."

"Exactly," he sighed.

"Hmm..." she trailed off and then found an answer she was looking for. "And while your family seems to like her, you aren't confident enough to make that big of a commitment yet. After all, you're only twenty-three."

Now she was scaring him completely.

"Uh... yeah."

"Well, Cody..." Sabrina opened her eyes. "I can't tell you if she's your soulmate or not. The spirits of the future cannot reveal to me whether or not your girlfriend is her. But I am getting a hospital name..."

His eyes clouded with confusion, "A hospital name?"

"Yes, yes... St. Joseph's Hospital. Your soulmate was born in St. Joseph's hospital," she responded and then her eyes popped open. "I'm sorry, dear... but that's all I can see right now. I'm sorry I couldn't do more for you."

"It's alright," he managed a smile. "You gave me plenty of information. I appreciate it."

"It was my pleasure, Cody. Please stop by again the next time you visit this town, it'd be nice to see you again," she grinned warmly at him, almost grandmotherly, and extended a hand.

"Thank you again," he shook it and began to pull away, but she latched onto him with her hand.

"Wait.. wait! I am getting a letter of her first name!"

"That's great! What is it?"

"The girl..." her eyes closed tightly, almost on the brink of squinting. "Her name starts with a B..."

"B?" Cody's eyebrows rose. "Are you sure it's not an R?"

If at all possible, Sabrina's eyes clenched tighter and then burst open, "Yes. It's a B. I'm sorry it's not the letter you're looking for."

"You can sense my disappointment?"

"Honey, it doesn't take any gift to see it in your eyes."

As Cody dejectedly exited Madame Sabrina's tent, he heard a voice call out to him, "Cody!"

His eyes squinted to see the man running towards him and soon, he recognized him, "Ted?"

"Where have you been, man?" Ted stopped in front of him, slightly out of breath. "I've been looking for you everywhere for like thirty minutes now."

"I did a little... exploring," he shrugged. "Ted, can we go back to the hotel now? Suddenly, I don't feel so good."

Ted nodded, "I've suppose that I've subjected you to enough happiness for one day. Let's roll."

For the following four hours after they'd gotten back to the hotel, Cody had laid awake on his side of the bed, the right side of the bed, alone.

And despite the fact that he was wearing a pair of plaid blue boxers, he couldn't help but fixate on the fact that usually, by this time of the night, they were somewhere on the floor and it'd take an hour to find where they had landed the following morning.

On more than one occassion, the hotel they were staying at had taken the liberty of mailing them to his house in Georgia after recovering them way past check-out time.

While they were currently fighting, Cody couldn't avoid feeling disappointment in the fact that his soulmate wasn't Rebecca West. He really wanted her to be the one.

Maybe Sabrina wasn't right... after all, she had been right about everything before that. She had to be wrong about something, right?

I can change it... I can change it.

It was like a mantra in his head. Over and over he repeated it.

Again and again as he waited up for her, despite the fact that she had specifically instructed him not to.

He was going to prove Becky wrong... and more importantly, he was going to prove Sabrina wrong.

"He's what?!"

"You heard me," Ted assured her from the dining room of the hotel, where all the superstars were getting breakfast. "He's been up all night, waiting for you to come home."

"He's an idiot," Becky shook her head in disgust, her black tresses falling around her. "I told him not to."

"He's your boyfriend," the older friend eyed her, "And he loves you. Look Becky," Ted sighed and sat down beside her in a folding chair. "He's not going to sleep until you come back to the room. And I know you're pissed at him, but I also know that you love him too. So please, before he makes himself sick, just go and see him."

Becky groaned, "Fine. But I'm just showing up so he'll go to sleep."

"Thank you, that's all I ask."

Cody Runnels was losing it.

The world was starting to blur in and out, his eyelids were heavy, and his eyes were burning.

But he had to do this. He had to prove to Rebecca West that he could do this.

And then it seemed as though his ears were starting to play tricks on him, as well.

Yet, he heard the sound again.

Knocking. It sounded like knocking.

"It is knocking," he announced to no one in particular. "Great, now I'm talking to myself too."

Weakly, he rose from the bed and pulled open the door.

"I'm here, you proved your point, now go to sleep. Bye," she departed abruptly.

"Becky," he called out to her, his voice raspy from lack of sleep. "Wait, come back."

She turned around folded her arms over her chest. "What is it, Runnels?"

"I'm sorry, baby," he apologized, taking her hands in his. "I was stupid and self-centered. I shouldn't have put you second to my title. If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't have gotten a shot at all. I've been an asshole lately, especially last night..."

"Tell me about it," she rolled her eyes and pushed past him into the room, sitting on the bed.

She voluntarily entered the room. That had to be a good sign.

"Really," Cody sighed and sat down beside her, but she didn't flinch. Another good sign. "I have been. I've been turning into my character with every passing day, but that's over now. I'm back to the guy you first kissed in the snow."

"As I recall it, you kissed me," she let out a momentary laugh.

Laughter was good too.

"You're right," he conceded. "I kissed you. I'm still that guy, sweetheart," Cody added, covering the hand resting on her left thigh and thumbing the ring that laid upon it. "The guy that gave you this ring... and the guy that will only let you take it off to replace it with an engagement ring."

Becky pulled her hand away, "Cody Garrett Runnels... are you telling me you want to marry me?"

He grinned boyishly, his aqua orbs lighting up, "I mean, not right now, but someday in the near future."

"Cody," she beamed at him honestly for the first time in months. "Baby, I'm so sorry. I love you. I was just so overwhelmed... and it was just a bad time."

"Shh..." he silenced her and then placed his lips upon hers for added effect, but pulled away a few moments later. "Just promise me one thing?"

Her eyes fluttered open, "What is it?"

"We'll never go anywhere near St. Joseph's Hospital, wherever that is... ever."

"I guess that's okay," the Diva shrugged in confusion. "I mean, I haven't been there in a very long time, so I'm pretty sure I'd be okay without visiting there for the rest of my life."

Cody furrowed his eyebrows, "What are you talking about?"

"Cody," his girlfriend let an amused chuckle escape her lips, "I was born there."

The twenty-three year old began to nod slowly and a grin spread equally as slowly across his face, "You were born there."

"Yeah... I was."

"Listen, I have to use the bathroom," he stated, turning towards her. "But we'll pick up where we left off?"

"Um... okay."

Cody got back to his feet, suddenly invigorated, and entered the bathroom, immediately shutting the door behind him.

He shook his head and looked at himself in the mirror.

B... B is for Becky.

And the grin that had been plaguing him for the last five minutes rose to the surface again.

He couldn't believe that he had questioned what he'd been feeling in the depths of his soul all along.

"My soulmate's from Wisconsin."

A/N: How was that one, Miss Becky?

And thanks to SunnyLee... because if it wasn't for her conversation with a Mr. Ted DiBiase, Jr. and a Mr. Cody Runnels, this chapter would have never occurred.

Thanks for all of the reviews from the last chapter. I'm having loading issues with my internet at school. It took me forever to get on FF tonight, but hopefully they'll be resolved.

I'll mention all of you loyal readers from 13 and 14 next chaper.

Enjoy!

Danielle