Disclaimer- Paris belongs to me, Suzy and Ro belong to themselves, all others belong to VK Mac

Honeymoon
Part one

Islands and Aeroplanes

Note- The characters e.t.c I use are linked to my friend Mole's stories, for more fic take a look at her stories, Medals, and Havoc Hell and Sweetness

This is the first fic I have posted on this site, so please R+R. Tell me if it's any good, please don't flame me.

The sun made Paris squint as she scanned the trees for any signs of movement. The golden sand was soft beneath her feet and the warm tropical wind stirred her short dark hair. A slight rustling in the bushes was her only warning before her attacker leapt at her, bullets whistling past her shoulders as she leapt out of the way. She waited, pressed against the cliff face, breathing hard. Then, when the timing was right she leant foreword, firing her gun manicly.

Shane McMahon looked down at the red splodges on his shirt.
"I-" he stammered "you...you got me, partner!" he made a few melodramatic gurgling sounds before collapsing in a heap on the floor.
"Oh come ON, Shane!" Paris sighed. "don't be such a pussy! It didn't really hurt."
Shane looked up from the floor.
"It might NOT have hurt if SOMEONE hadn't stolen all my protective gear!"
"But Shane-o!!" The voice came from Ro, a tall girl with short spiky dark hair. "you wouldn't want me to get hurt, would you??" She turned to display her multiple layers of paintball protection, mainly belonging to Shane.
"Besides, Shane" Said Paris, wiping off her paintgun. "what you gonna do, tell your dad?"

Vince McMahon was always coming up with ideas to boost company morale, but Paris had to admit that this one was better than most. To celebrate the recent marriage of his son Shane to his girlfriend Ro, he had given all their friends in the company two weeks paid holiday on his private island. Sun, sea and sand Paris could definitely cope with.

Ro sat across the fire from Paris and Matt. She was having fun, and couldn't wait for Suzy and Jeff to get here. They had invited most of their friends, Paris, Matt, Suzy, Jeff, and Kurt, with the additions of Regal and Steve Austin, sent along by Vince to 'take care of the kids'. She hoped that he hadn't sent Austin to keep things quiet, as she watched him failing that purpose by initiating a 'how-many-cans-of-beer-can-you-drink-without-taking-a-breath' contest. She was perfectly happy to watch Austin and Kurt drench themselves in Bud, but the real reason she was so happy was sitting right next to her. She didn't care where she was as long as Shane was there. Though her friends did help, she thought, watching Paris do her best Mr. Rocko impression with one of Matt's socks and a crude drawing of the Rock.......

Suzy shifted uncomfortably in her supposed '1st class seat' on the Boeing 747. If first class meant holes in the headrest and mustard stains on the seat, then yeah, this was 1st class. Actually she could hardly blame the airline for the mustard stains. They were due to one Jeff Hardy, sat in the seat in front of her, happily munching away at his toxic waste. Sorry, airline food. She prodded at her own lunch. Her plastic fork snapped on encountering the rock hard yet also somehow slimy green mush occupying her tray. She was sure it was looking at her.
"You gonna eat that?" She looked up to see Jeff hanging over the back of his seat, eyes intent on her food.
"What do you think?" She asked. Jeff eagerly grabbed her tray and started shoveling it into his mouth. "I don't know how you can eat that" She felt her stomach turn.
"I'm a growing boy!" he protested. "I'm still hungry. 'sides, we could have been eating caviar on Vince's private jet if it wasn't for you."
Suzy leant her head back and closed her eyes. "Jeff, you lost our passports. Now get over it."
"I found them." he shrugged. Suzy opened one eye.
"I'm surprised you didn't eat them too. And there I was thinking that you were a boy only in name..."
He gave her a smoldering look over the back of the seat.
"I assure you baby, I'm all man, and I think I'll have a chance to prove it once we get on that Island...."

DDP, RVD, the Hurricane and Kanyon shifted against each other in the darkness. Kanyon growled to himself. "RVD, explain to me again why instead of sitting up in the comfy seats of first class, we are cramped into the LUGGAGE HOLD???"
"Shut up, Kanyon." Rob Van Dam hissed "they'll hear us. And this wasn't exactly MY idea, you know."
"I'll remind you, citizen Kanyon," Hurricane started, "that we came to a group decision that we couldn't possibly ask our great leader Shane McMahon for money for the plane tickets, simply because he misplaced our invites."
"One," RVD broke in, "Shane did not misplace our tickets because two, he never made them out, because three, he only likes us in the STORYLINES. And four, Hurricane, for the last time, you are NOT a superhero!"
Kanyon thought for a minute. "So why-" DDP suddenly cut in "I need to go to the restroom, guys."
"Shut up, Dallas." Kanyon snapped. "So why are we going if we haven't been invited?"
RVD sighed. "Because, Mr. Who Slower Than Kanyon, we are going there to mess it up, caus' we haven't been invited. Get it?"
"Citizen Van Dam." Hurricane said in a concerned tone, "it is not very superheroly to mess up someone's wedding celebrations."
"Hurricane..." RVD gritted his teeth "we went through this BEFORE we got on the-"
"Guys!" Dallas squeaked "I gotta go!"
"No!" The other three all shouted at once. "Dallas, we're nearly there, just hold on, ok?" RVD tried to sooth him.
Dallas shook his head.
"It's no good guys, I gotta- oh, man...."

K, end of part, one, it's really bad, isn't it? I'll try to improve it in the next part. Please Review.