A/N: (This is directly from DK)Thanks to Wrestlefan4 for this idea with Finlay, this is for you hun. And I only borrowed Glen for this one scene, hope it doesn't interfere with what you have written TVL.

A/N: (From me) Did I mention I love getting to read these chapters first? LOL This one was a hoot!


Justin wandered around the ship, his mind running in ever quickening circles. He couldn't deny that he was attracted to Brianna but with Paul in the picture it was practically useless to pursue anything with her. He shivered as he imagined what Paul would do to him if he tried to take Brianna from him. He then smiled as he pictured what Paul was going to do to Batista when he found out what he had in mind for Brianna. Eventually he found himself standing by the pool watching but not really seeing what was going on. The only thing that registered in his mind was that Jericho was swaggering around with a pink towel back on his head after Phil's attempted homicide.

"Has Jericho lost his damned mind?"

Justin yelped as he jumped causing him to lose his balance and fall into the pool. Those around him laughed as he came sputtering to surface. Glaring he looked up at Glen and Finlay, debating whether or not he should pull a Phil and try to drown them. In the end he decided against it, while he was sure he could get one down, the other would be wise and fight him.

"He's a twitchy lad ain't he?" Finlay snickered.

"I'll say he is." Glen snorted as he extended his hand to help Justin out of the water.

"Ye alright lad?"

"Fine." Justin muttered as he started to wring out his shirt.

The commotion had caught Jericho's attention and he started over, wanting to get in on whatever they were laughing about. As he drew closer he sees Finlay, Glen and Justin talking amongst themselves as some kids skirted around them; Glen's smile making them uneasy. He walked over, ignoring the snickers that he was getting from the three men.

"J-jericho what in the hell are you doing?" Glen asked trying to control his laughter.

"I'm the Amazing Jericho, here to tell your future." He said with a bow, garnering some grins from the fans in the poolside chairs.

"Are ye daft mon?" Finlay asked as he shook his head.

"Ah a non-believer. You're first then my dear Irish man." Chris grabbed Finlays' hand and studied it, his tongue peeking out from the corner of his mouth. "I see, I see that you Dave Finlay will leave the squared circle and become a pirate. Raising hell among the high seas with your outlandish accent. A feared pirate you'll be too, everyone will know your name."

"Gimmie back my damn hand ye bluidy loon." Finlay said wrenching his hand away from Jericho.

"You touch me and you'll be looking up at the sky from the bottom of the pool." Glen growled when it looked like Jericho was reaching for him.

"Fine, then that just leaves you." On the word 'you' he grabbed Justins hand and ran his finger lightly over the lines on the palm. "Justin, for you I see, not the future but the present. You're infatuated with a shipmate, but you think she belongs to someone else. However there is something you are hiding from her, and from yourself." Justin paled and ripped his hand away from Jericho, looking at him with wide eyes.

"H-how?" He whispered.

"He's blowing smoke out of his ass Justin. Ignore him." Glen said with a wave of his hand.

"I-i've gotta go." With that Justin rushed away from the group, leaving Glen and Jericho looking after him weirdly.

"Jericho, how did ye know all that?"

"I overheard Myers and Cardona talking about it. Didn't think it would freak him out though." Jericho said with a shrug of his shoulders as Finlay shook his head at him.

Justin hurried away from the pool, his heart pounding in his throat. He wanted to get back to his room and stay there until the evening meal, there was no way he could face the others after his hasty retreat.

"How did he know?" Justin muttered as he headed down the hallway to his room.

He was two feet from his door when he bumped into someone, sending them both down to the floor. He shook his head and looked at the person he had landed on, and immediately went red. He had fallen on Brianna. He went redder still when he realized that he had landed between her legs.

"Oh shit, I'm soo sorry." He said as he scrambled to his feet and offered her his hand.

"It's alright, nothing like getting hit by a brick wall to wake you up and make you pay attention." She laughed as she got to her feet with his help.

"So, Brianna..."

"Bri, please, call me Bri."

"Fine...Bri, what brings you down to the talent end of the ship?" He asked as he leaned up against the wall and stared at her.

"I had another meeting with Morrison about his piece that he wants done." She frowned. "I swear that man is worse than all the Diva's combined. If I have to put up with him anymore on this damn cruise, I'm going to toss myself overboard." She said with a laugh.

"Awe, he can't be that bad."

She looked at Justin with wide eyes, her mouth working wordlessly. He couldn't help himself and started to laugh which prompted her to punch him in the arm. He rubbed the spot and moved out of the way of her next swing, laughing still. She laughed as she went to hit him again but he moved down the hall alittle bit and soon she was chasing him down the hall, both of them laughing like little kids. As they neared the deck she lunged at him and tackled him to the ground, laughing as he hit first with a loud grunt.

She jumped to her feet and went to run the other way but Justin got to his knees and grabbed her wrist, pulling her back to him and sending them both back to the deck. Brianna landed on top of Justin, her face inches away from his. His eyes were dancing with laughter and his mouth was curled into a small grin, but as she stared at him his eyes seemed to darken and he softly pressed his lips to hers. She was in shock as she felt his lips move against hers and gasped when his tongue ran over her bottom lip.

Gently his tongue snaked into her mouth, running softly over hers as his hands anchored her down. A small sigh escaped her as she gripped his arms and tangled her tongue with his. She felt him press up against her and let out a small moan

"MR. LAROUCHE!" Came a booming voice, causing the two to spring apart. "I assume that you read the rules in your packet." Vince said in a deadly low voice as he approached them.

"Yes sir."

"Then why are you participating in these 'activities' in full view of the other passengers?" He questioned, his eyes hard.

"Mr. McMahon, this was all my fault." Brianna said as she looked down at her feet.

"Ms. Daniels..."

"Sir, it's all my fault, we were horsing around and I went overboard." Justin butted in.

"Consider yourself working without pay for the next three weeks. I'll be keeping my eyes on you two." Vince said as he walked away.

"Justin, you didn't have to do that." Brianna said when Vince was out of ear shot.

"It's fine Bri, besides it'll be like working in the indies again." Justin said with a laugh.

"Well, will you let me make it up to you?" She asked as she turned towards one of the dinning rooms.

"W-what?" Justin stuttered, "And what do you have in mind?"

"Don't know, but I'll let you know when I come up with something. Join me for a litte bite to eat?"

"Sure."

As Justin followed behind her he couldn't stop the thoughts of how he wanted her to make it up to him and he groaned, as each thought got dirtier and dirtier. They passed Finlay and Jericho near the dinning room, but were too engrossed in their conversation to notice the looks they were getting from the two men. After they walked into the room Jericho laughed out loud and slapped Finlay on the back.

"See the Amazing Jericho knows all." He brayed.

"Nae, the Amazing Jericho is a bluidy idiot." Finlay shot back, a small frown on his face. He liked Justin he really did, but he didn't want to see Brianna get hurt.

"1-1 baby. Now if only Phil and Jeff would get together as easily as those two then I'd be 2-0. The Amazing Jerchio, matching making God!" Chris puffed out his chest and put his hands on his hips.

"Thae ain't together mon, they're just bluidy friends. Can't a mon be friends with a lass withoot any thing going on?"

"Of course not, you can never, eeevvvveeeerrrrr be just friends with someone of the opposite sex, some times even with the same sex. Because sex will always get in the way."

"Fat lot ye ken. I've been friends with many a fine lass. Ah'm friends with most of the Diva's."

"If that's true, then what man has your fancy?"

"Wot!?!?! Excatly wot are ye getting at mon?"

"If you're able to be friends with women and not want to sleep with them then you must be into men." Chris said matter-of-factly.

"Sae, because Ah'm able to have lassies as friends I mun be into other men. Just wot are ye smoking Chris?"

"Come on Finlay, tell me and I'll get your man for you."

"Ah'm not bluidy interested in another mon ye batty loon." Finlay said as he started towards the dinning room, intending on sitting with Brianna and Justin.

"Gonna make me guess huh? Is it Cena? No, not your type. What about the Miz? No too whiny. Come on just one clue."

"Leave me alone!" Finlay cried as he tried to get away from Chris.

"Just one clue and I'll leave you be!"

"Ye'll be leaving me be or ye'll be over that rail before ye ken what hit ye."

"Just give me the first letter of his first name."

By that time Finlay had broken into a run and didn't see who they were passing. Chris for his part was too engrossed in trying to get the name of Finlay's crush out of him to care about who they were running past. Matthew and Brian watched curiously as they two men sprinted past, each with a cocked eyebrow. They turned to each other and shrugged their shoulders.

"Finlay likes men, who knew?" Matthew said.