"I'll be gone for two weeks sweetie," Shane said, smiling at Lita. She had
her hands wrapped around his waist tightly, refusing to let him get on the
plane. "We'll live."
"Not happily," Lita said. "Why can't I go to Australia with you?"
"Because you are the women's champ and you need to defend your title," Shane said, brushing a strand of red hair out of her eyes. "I don't want to be away from you either sweetheart, but my mom wants a McMahon there."
"Well I want this McMahon here," Lita said possessively.
Shane kissed her forehead and hugged Lita to him. "I love you Leet. I'll call at least twice a day."
"I love you too," Lita said, rising onto her tiptoes to kiss him softly. "Two weeks."
"Bye sweetie," Shane said, kissing her hand before heading to the plane.
Shane walked to the first class seats and settled into his seats, wishing the Australian tour didn't have to be so long. That wasn't exactly true, he knew that the company didn't venture outside of North America enough and going to visit their Australian fans was a great thing to do. He just wished Lita could come with him.
Shane looked out of the window next to him to see Lita still standing at the gate, in the windows. He held his hand up to the window. She smiled softly and raised her own hand.
"If it isn't Shane McMahon," Stacy Kiebler said as she settled into the seat next to him.
Shane looked over at Stacy and grinned. "Hey Stace."
"I didn't know you were going on this little tour," Stacy lied, smiling softly at Shane. "I guess I really didn't pay attention to who Vince said was coming."
"I'm the resident McMahon," Shane said.
The pilot announced that they were preparing to take off and Shane looked over at the gate one more time. He waved again to Lita before the plane headed toward the runway.
*
Stacy smoothed down her black mini-skirt before leaving the ultra-small plane bathroom. On her way back to her seat, Stacy noted the other wrestlers coming on the Australian tour. There weren't going to be any events, but there would be plenty of meet-and-greet, talk shows, and other PR stuff that all of the wrestlers would be doing.
Stacy hadn't been too interested in coming on the tour until Vince had told her that Shane would be coming. It hadn't taken her too long to realize that Lita couldn't possibly leave for two weeks as the women's champ. It was definitely a lucky break. It would definitely be easier to convince Lita that Shane was cheating on her from thousands of miles away than it would be if they saw each other all the time.
Jeff Hardy was asleep in his seat next to Randy Orton. Stacy turned her head away from them. Both men had been thorns in her side in the past. She shook her head, thinking they were both wastes of perfectly good brain cells.
In the seats immediately behind her and Shane sat the Hurricane and Crash Holly. They were playing some kind of card game, probably Go Fish or some equally childish game. Across the aisle from them sat Kevin Nash and Shawn Michaels. She smiled as she waved to Shawn. Kevin Nash had fallen asleep and somehow his head came to rest on Shawn's shoulder. Shawn grinned in return and rolled his eyes toward Kevin.
Stacy slipped gracefully into her seat, noting that Shane was looking at papers. She slowly lifted her leg, knowing Shane could see it out of the corner of his eye, and crossed it over her other leg.
"Need any help Shane?" Stacy asked quietly.
"Um, nope," Shane said, looking up and flashing Stacy a grin. "Thanks anyway."
"No problem," Stacy said, shrugging as she leaned back in her seat. "It will be kind of nice to get away from the frenzy of the shows for a bit."
"I'm sure you'll have plenty of things to do," Shane said, leaning back in his seat to talk with Stacy for a bit. "Unfortunately, this is not a vacation."
"I'm sure you would bring Lita if it was," Stacy said, smiling softly as if she was glad Shane had found happiness.
"If my dad would let me drag her away," Shane said, running a hand through his hair. "Two weeks is going to suck."
"Tell me about it," Jeff Hardy said as he walked past Shane and Stacy. He was on his way to the bathroom at the front of the cabin. "I tried to talk Torrie into coming with me, but she wanted to keep training."
"Who's she training with?" Shane asked.
"Matt," Jeff said. "There's not many other people I would trust not to really run her through the ringer."
"I'm sure she'll miss you too," Shane said.
"Yeah," Jeff said. "How's Lita handling this?"
"She's not," Shane said. "She tried to keep me from getting on the plane. But she'll have plenty to do and will probably forget I'm gone."
"Torrie too," Jeff agreed.
"You boys don't get it," Stacy said, laughing softly as she shook her head. "Women never forget when their significant other is gone. It might not be the first thing on their mind, but there will be this small, empty ache in them the entire time."
Shane and Jeff looked at each other, suddenly feeling like they had each underestimated the emotions attached to the separations they had put their girlfriends through. Stacy looked at each of the men and laughed. "It's not that serious, I just mean they will not forget you're gone."
"Oh," Jeff said. He turned his attention back to Shane. "How's Stephanie doing?"
"Good, I guess," Shane said. "I was over at her house a few days ago. She and Lita are going to Martha's Vineyard this weekend to scout wedding locations."
"Martha's Vineyard?" Stacy asked dreamily.
"Yeah," Shane said. "There's this place Stephanie and I had explored years ago that would be perfect for an outdoor wedding. It looks like that will be the spot."
"Will it be big?" Stacy asked.
"Not if I have my way," Shane said.
"I'll talk to you later man," Jeff said, "Tell Lita I said hi."
"Will do," Shane said as Jeff continued toward the bathroom.
"Good-bye Jeff," Stacy said.
Jeff rolled his eyes, not bothering to look back over his shoulder as he waved back toward Stacy.
"I take it you and Jeff still don't get along too well," Shane commented.
"Yeah," Stacy shrugged. "It has something to do with me kissing Matt."
"While he was dating Lita?" Shane asked.
Stacy looked over at Shane and regretted her flippant tone. "Maybe, I don't remember. I thought it was while they were broken up."
"Oh," Shane said. "I've got to finish my work."
"You know Shane," Stacy said lightly, "I really do know my way around an office. And since I know you have to keep an eye on SmackDown and everything, I don't mind helping you out."
"That's really nice Stacy," Shane said.
"I mean," Stacy said. "It's ridiculous to spend every waking hour working. You should let someone help you out."
"I'll let you know of I need the help," Shane said.
"Sure you will," Stacy replied.
"I promise," Shane said.
"Okay," Stacy nodded. She turned her head slightly, so Shane wouldn't see the triumphant smile on her face.
"Why the hell are you so happy?" Jeff asked on his way back toward his seat.
"Nothing," Stacy said. "I hope you washed your hands."
"Maybe I did, maybe I didn't," Jeff said, grabbing both of Stacy's hands in his.
"Gross," Stacy said, wiping her now wet palms on her skirt. "At least I know you washed them."
"Do you?" Jeff asked mischievously.
Stacy groaned as Jeff walked back to his seat.
"Not happily," Lita said. "Why can't I go to Australia with you?"
"Because you are the women's champ and you need to defend your title," Shane said, brushing a strand of red hair out of her eyes. "I don't want to be away from you either sweetheart, but my mom wants a McMahon there."
"Well I want this McMahon here," Lita said possessively.
Shane kissed her forehead and hugged Lita to him. "I love you Leet. I'll call at least twice a day."
"I love you too," Lita said, rising onto her tiptoes to kiss him softly. "Two weeks."
"Bye sweetie," Shane said, kissing her hand before heading to the plane.
Shane walked to the first class seats and settled into his seats, wishing the Australian tour didn't have to be so long. That wasn't exactly true, he knew that the company didn't venture outside of North America enough and going to visit their Australian fans was a great thing to do. He just wished Lita could come with him.
Shane looked out of the window next to him to see Lita still standing at the gate, in the windows. He held his hand up to the window. She smiled softly and raised her own hand.
"If it isn't Shane McMahon," Stacy Kiebler said as she settled into the seat next to him.
Shane looked over at Stacy and grinned. "Hey Stace."
"I didn't know you were going on this little tour," Stacy lied, smiling softly at Shane. "I guess I really didn't pay attention to who Vince said was coming."
"I'm the resident McMahon," Shane said.
The pilot announced that they were preparing to take off and Shane looked over at the gate one more time. He waved again to Lita before the plane headed toward the runway.
*
Stacy smoothed down her black mini-skirt before leaving the ultra-small plane bathroom. On her way back to her seat, Stacy noted the other wrestlers coming on the Australian tour. There weren't going to be any events, but there would be plenty of meet-and-greet, talk shows, and other PR stuff that all of the wrestlers would be doing.
Stacy hadn't been too interested in coming on the tour until Vince had told her that Shane would be coming. It hadn't taken her too long to realize that Lita couldn't possibly leave for two weeks as the women's champ. It was definitely a lucky break. It would definitely be easier to convince Lita that Shane was cheating on her from thousands of miles away than it would be if they saw each other all the time.
Jeff Hardy was asleep in his seat next to Randy Orton. Stacy turned her head away from them. Both men had been thorns in her side in the past. She shook her head, thinking they were both wastes of perfectly good brain cells.
In the seats immediately behind her and Shane sat the Hurricane and Crash Holly. They were playing some kind of card game, probably Go Fish or some equally childish game. Across the aisle from them sat Kevin Nash and Shawn Michaels. She smiled as she waved to Shawn. Kevin Nash had fallen asleep and somehow his head came to rest on Shawn's shoulder. Shawn grinned in return and rolled his eyes toward Kevin.
Stacy slipped gracefully into her seat, noting that Shane was looking at papers. She slowly lifted her leg, knowing Shane could see it out of the corner of his eye, and crossed it over her other leg.
"Need any help Shane?" Stacy asked quietly.
"Um, nope," Shane said, looking up and flashing Stacy a grin. "Thanks anyway."
"No problem," Stacy said, shrugging as she leaned back in her seat. "It will be kind of nice to get away from the frenzy of the shows for a bit."
"I'm sure you'll have plenty of things to do," Shane said, leaning back in his seat to talk with Stacy for a bit. "Unfortunately, this is not a vacation."
"I'm sure you would bring Lita if it was," Stacy said, smiling softly as if she was glad Shane had found happiness.
"If my dad would let me drag her away," Shane said, running a hand through his hair. "Two weeks is going to suck."
"Tell me about it," Jeff Hardy said as he walked past Shane and Stacy. He was on his way to the bathroom at the front of the cabin. "I tried to talk Torrie into coming with me, but she wanted to keep training."
"Who's she training with?" Shane asked.
"Matt," Jeff said. "There's not many other people I would trust not to really run her through the ringer."
"I'm sure she'll miss you too," Shane said.
"Yeah," Jeff said. "How's Lita handling this?"
"She's not," Shane said. "She tried to keep me from getting on the plane. But she'll have plenty to do and will probably forget I'm gone."
"Torrie too," Jeff agreed.
"You boys don't get it," Stacy said, laughing softly as she shook her head. "Women never forget when their significant other is gone. It might not be the first thing on their mind, but there will be this small, empty ache in them the entire time."
Shane and Jeff looked at each other, suddenly feeling like they had each underestimated the emotions attached to the separations they had put their girlfriends through. Stacy looked at each of the men and laughed. "It's not that serious, I just mean they will not forget you're gone."
"Oh," Jeff said. He turned his attention back to Shane. "How's Stephanie doing?"
"Good, I guess," Shane said. "I was over at her house a few days ago. She and Lita are going to Martha's Vineyard this weekend to scout wedding locations."
"Martha's Vineyard?" Stacy asked dreamily.
"Yeah," Shane said. "There's this place Stephanie and I had explored years ago that would be perfect for an outdoor wedding. It looks like that will be the spot."
"Will it be big?" Stacy asked.
"Not if I have my way," Shane said.
"I'll talk to you later man," Jeff said, "Tell Lita I said hi."
"Will do," Shane said as Jeff continued toward the bathroom.
"Good-bye Jeff," Stacy said.
Jeff rolled his eyes, not bothering to look back over his shoulder as he waved back toward Stacy.
"I take it you and Jeff still don't get along too well," Shane commented.
"Yeah," Stacy shrugged. "It has something to do with me kissing Matt."
"While he was dating Lita?" Shane asked.
Stacy looked over at Shane and regretted her flippant tone. "Maybe, I don't remember. I thought it was while they were broken up."
"Oh," Shane said. "I've got to finish my work."
"You know Shane," Stacy said lightly, "I really do know my way around an office. And since I know you have to keep an eye on SmackDown and everything, I don't mind helping you out."
"That's really nice Stacy," Shane said.
"I mean," Stacy said. "It's ridiculous to spend every waking hour working. You should let someone help you out."
"I'll let you know of I need the help," Shane said.
"Sure you will," Stacy replied.
"I promise," Shane said.
"Okay," Stacy nodded. She turned her head slightly, so Shane wouldn't see the triumphant smile on her face.
"Why the hell are you so happy?" Jeff asked on his way back toward his seat.
"Nothing," Stacy said. "I hope you washed your hands."
"Maybe I did, maybe I didn't," Jeff said, grabbing both of Stacy's hands in his.
"Gross," Stacy said, wiping her now wet palms on her skirt. "At least I know you washed them."
"Do you?" Jeff asked mischievously.
Stacy groaned as Jeff walked back to his seat.