"Thank you for everything." Amy said to Ian, biting her bottom lip at the
expression on his face. "I really appreciated it all."
Ian forced out a realistic looking grin. "Hey, what are friends for?" He asked hypothetically. "Just promise me that next time you're in California you give me a call and we can hang out or something."
Amy reached in and gave him a hug, trying to ignore John and Adam who were trying to pull her away by her arms. "I promise. Bye you guys!" She called to the other five people she had lived with for the past four months. "Thank you." She added quickly.
"No time to get all sentimental on us now." Adam muttered, dragging her to the terminal entrance. "We have a plane to catch don't forget."
"You two are here again?" The middle-aged, red-haired woman asked them suspiciously. "I've seen you guys like five times this summer."
"Yeah, we're bound to be back too." John replied with a small grin as he lugged both his and Amy's carry-on luggage behind him. The quickly got settled into their seats and were talking amongst themselves as the instructions for what to do in an emergency came on. "So what made you decide to come back?" He asked after they were in the air.
Amy shrugged and placed the thin pillow behind her head. "I'm thinking that I just want to prove everyone wrong."
"Something you're very good at doing." Adam muttered from the seat next to her, keeping his eyes squeezed closed as turbulence hit.
"Bite me Copeland." Amy said sarcastically. "But while we're on the subject, how come you guys decided to follow me everywhere?"
"We were bored and needed something to do." John answered honestly.
Amy nodded. "Alright, I gotcha. But then I have another question. What did you guys do with Shane? I thought that he came with you guys."
Adam's eyes flew open and he stared at John with shocked looks on both of their faces before they both burst out laughing. "Guess he's going to have to find his own ride back." He managed out, trying to catch his breath.
"You guys are bad." Amy commented quietly, leaning her head back as she listened to the interesting stories these two had to share about their travels. She quickly felt herself drifting off to sleep and was awakened only when she felt someone shaking her shoulder.
"I'm too tired." She muttered, batting the hand away that was trying to wake her up. "I don't wanna get up yet and you can't make me."
"So she wants us to just leave her on the plane?" John asked Adam, a bewildered look on his face. "Wouldn't that defeat the whole idea of her coming back with us?"
"Plus I don't think Vince would be too happy if we lost her." Adam added quickly, hitting her considerably harder on the shoulder, which in turn caused her to slap him upside his head, her eyes still half-closed.
"I don't think Vince is going to be too happy anyway about you losing his son." Amy teased, grabbing her bags from the compartment as Adam scowled. "Let's go you two."
"Should we tell her yet?" John whispered quietly to Adam as she got off the plane before them.
Adam shook his head. "No, if she knew then she wouldn't have gotten off the plane at all." He reasoned. "She'll be fine."
"I'm blaming it all on you if she asks." John muttered, stepping off the terminal and crashed right into Amy, who had come to an abrupt stop.
"What are they doing here?" Amy demanded, whirling around to face her two friends.
John's eyes got wide. "It was all Adam's idea; blame it on him." He pushed her ahead gently. "Just go say hi at least."
"Hey Amy." Matt said quietly, looking down at his feet while Jeff stood there, shifting his weight from one leg to the other.
Amy sighed deeply and smiled at them both, who looked equally uncomfortable. "I missed you guys." She said finally as she wrapped her arms around Matt and Jeff.
Jeff gave Adam and John a high-five over Amy's head and they all grinned; little by little things were going back to normal.
*~*~*~*
Shane McMahon gave the receptionist an agitated look for the umpteenth time that day and rested both of his hands on the desk. "Listen." He seethed out. "I made reservations here would you care to tell me why I can't go up to my room?"
The older looked at him, mimicking his impatient look to a tee. "Mr. McMahon I already told you. You were signed out at 11:30 this morning so we assumed that you didn't need the room anymore and booked it out to someone else. How silly of us to think such a thing though." She added sarcastically, pushing her glasses further up her nose as she turned back to the computer and continued typing.
"The reservation was made under my name though!" Shane exploded. "I assumed that I was the only one to be able to check out."
"You know what they say about assuming things." The lady trailed off, not making eye contact as she kept on with her computer work.
Shane let out a groan of frustration and pulled out his cell phone, punching in the number to the nearest airport.
"Hello, this is Jack how may I help you today."
"I need a flight out to Manhattan as soon as possible." Shane hurried out. "It's kind of an emergency and try and make it first class please."
There was silence except for the sound of clicking and Jack got back onto the line. "Yes, I'm sorry Sir but the earliest available flight we have going out to New York is in two days on Wednesday."
"There's nothing else at all?" Shane asked, running his hands through his already disheveled looking hair, earning a semi-sympathetic look from the receptionist.
"There's a cargo plane." Jack answered. "But I'm sure that you don't want to travel like that."
No, the coach seating is bad enough, Shane thought with a sniff. "Forget it, I'll call somebody else."
"Well actually." Jack said quickly. "I don't think you're going to get much luck with any of the other airlines either. You see, this is a very busy travel week and-"
Shane shut the phone off without another word and slipped it back into his pocket, gritting his teeth in annoyance. Why is it that when one thing went wrong, everything had to go wrong? Adam and John are so fucking dead when I get a hold of them, he muttered to himself silently.
*~*~*~*
Amy stood in front of the WWE headquarters uneasily, surrounded by Matt, Jeff, Adam, and John, and stopped in her tracks. "What if they don't want me back?" She asked finally after a minute or two of silence.
"They're going to be ecstatic to see you." Jeff promised, nudging her forward a bit and giving her an assuring smile.
"You'll be fine." Adam added, pulling his hat down lower on his head to prevent form being seen by any fans.
"Okay, here I go." Amy started, taking a deep breath and staying still.
"There you go." Jeff repeated confidently as they all watched her stand there, looking up at the building that currently held the keys to her future. "Go get 'em tiger." He added which only resulted in being hit in the arm by Matt.
"Alright, I'm really going now." She promised, taking a few steps forward as they encouraged her. She made it to the door and turned around, giving them all a thumbs up as she disappeared inside.
"You guys want to go get something to eat?" Matt asked after a moment of silence.
"Sure, let's get going." John agreed.
*~*~*~*
There it was, right in front of her; the oak and frosted glass door with the words 'Vince McMahon; Chairman' etched into the glass. All she had to do was raise her hand and knock but for some reason she couldn't bring herself to do even that simple task.
After a few seconds she regained her breathing to a normal pace and without a second thought raised her fist and knocked on the door, the loud resounding noise startling her a little as she jumped a bit.
"Come in." Vince's commanding voice boomed from inside and she immediately did so, pushing open the heavy door. The look on his face brightened immensely as he caught sight of one of his most promising superstars. He rushed out from behind his desk and took her hand in his, shaking it and smiling. "Have you decided to come back?"
Amy smiled at the reception she was getting and nodded her head. "I want to come back if you'll allow me too." She said, much to the delight of her boss.
"Of course we will!" Vince exclaimed, pulling a stack of papers out from a pile on his desk. "I have your contract right here." He explained to the quizzical look the now black-haired diva was sending to him. "I just had this feeling that you were going to be back."
"I must've had the same feeling." Amy responded with a grin as her eyes scanned over the nearly identical contract except for a few alterations, and signed her name with a flourish on the space provided and handed it back to Vince.
"You made a good choice." Vince affirmed with a nod of his head, and then studied her critically for a moment. "Are you going to stay looking like that?" He asked finally.
Amy studied her reflection in the mirror above his desk and shrugged. "I was thinking about it-"
"Good." Vince cut in. "Don't change a thing."
*~*~*~*
"What if nobody remembers who I am?" Amy hissed to Matt under her breath as they pushed their way backstage amidst all the people milling around.
"I don't think that's gonna be the case." Matt responded dryly, picking up a couple of scripts off the table and handing one to Amy.
She quickly rifled through the pages then stopped at the page where her name was.
"What are you doing tonight?" Matt asked curiously upon seeing the almost satisfied look on his friend's face.
"They have me in a tag-match with Trish against Ivory and Victoria." She replied, slinging her bag over her shoulder as they began walking again.
"And you're happy about that?" Matt pressed on.
Amy nodded her head. "I actually am. And you wanna know why?" Matt nodded almost immediately. "It's because all those girls actually know how to fight, and it'll be a good match." She promised, making her way down to the diva's locker room.
"I have no doubt about it." Matt muttered as he began the search to find his and Jeff's locker room for the evening.
A few rooms down the hall, Amy stood in front of the plainly marked door and took a deep breath before pushing open the door and was promptly greeted by silence from all the other girls. "Hey guys." She greeted semi- weakly, trying not to feel uneasy at the curious stares.
"You're back?" Trish asked finally, easing some of the tension in the room and Amy nodded. Trish broke out into a grin and pulled the dark-haired diva into a tight hug. "We missed you." She whispered into Amy's hair. "And I'm sorry for anything I might've done or said and hope it doesn't ruin our friendship."
"I guess I can forgive you." Amy answered teasingly with a roll of her eyes as they broke apart and she looked around at the rest of the room. Torrie was looking down and making every attempt possible to avoid making eye contact while Stacy was oblivious to anything going on and Molly was watching the interaction between the two before pushing off the bench and walking over.
"I'm glad you're back." Molly said quietly, a faint smile on her lips.
"Really?" Amy asked incredulously.
Molly nodded. "Yeah really. I think they all did but Trish and I were the only ones with enough guts to come up here and admit that we did something wrong. But you're our friend through everything and I don't want you to forget that."
Amy felt a huge grin spread across her face and felt like she was on the top of the world just because of the kind words that came from Molly and Trish and because of her support group, even if it did consist of a white rapper wannabe, a blonde Canadian with a fondness of sarcasm, and two North Carolina boys whom she's know the entire last half of her life. Yeah, there was definitely nothing to complain about this time and for once, Amy was completely thankful for that.
*~*~The End~*~*
I really liked writing this story a lot; even though it was like pulling teeth to get this last chapter out. But I thought of you guys and forced myself to sit down and right this. Hope y'all enjoyed my little Lita/Amy story, it was something new for me and I think (hope) I did okay with it. Lemme know please!
~*~*Manda*~*~
Ian forced out a realistic looking grin. "Hey, what are friends for?" He asked hypothetically. "Just promise me that next time you're in California you give me a call and we can hang out or something."
Amy reached in and gave him a hug, trying to ignore John and Adam who were trying to pull her away by her arms. "I promise. Bye you guys!" She called to the other five people she had lived with for the past four months. "Thank you." She added quickly.
"No time to get all sentimental on us now." Adam muttered, dragging her to the terminal entrance. "We have a plane to catch don't forget."
"You two are here again?" The middle-aged, red-haired woman asked them suspiciously. "I've seen you guys like five times this summer."
"Yeah, we're bound to be back too." John replied with a small grin as he lugged both his and Amy's carry-on luggage behind him. The quickly got settled into their seats and were talking amongst themselves as the instructions for what to do in an emergency came on. "So what made you decide to come back?" He asked after they were in the air.
Amy shrugged and placed the thin pillow behind her head. "I'm thinking that I just want to prove everyone wrong."
"Something you're very good at doing." Adam muttered from the seat next to her, keeping his eyes squeezed closed as turbulence hit.
"Bite me Copeland." Amy said sarcastically. "But while we're on the subject, how come you guys decided to follow me everywhere?"
"We were bored and needed something to do." John answered honestly.
Amy nodded. "Alright, I gotcha. But then I have another question. What did you guys do with Shane? I thought that he came with you guys."
Adam's eyes flew open and he stared at John with shocked looks on both of their faces before they both burst out laughing. "Guess he's going to have to find his own ride back." He managed out, trying to catch his breath.
"You guys are bad." Amy commented quietly, leaning her head back as she listened to the interesting stories these two had to share about their travels. She quickly felt herself drifting off to sleep and was awakened only when she felt someone shaking her shoulder.
"I'm too tired." She muttered, batting the hand away that was trying to wake her up. "I don't wanna get up yet and you can't make me."
"So she wants us to just leave her on the plane?" John asked Adam, a bewildered look on his face. "Wouldn't that defeat the whole idea of her coming back with us?"
"Plus I don't think Vince would be too happy if we lost her." Adam added quickly, hitting her considerably harder on the shoulder, which in turn caused her to slap him upside his head, her eyes still half-closed.
"I don't think Vince is going to be too happy anyway about you losing his son." Amy teased, grabbing her bags from the compartment as Adam scowled. "Let's go you two."
"Should we tell her yet?" John whispered quietly to Adam as she got off the plane before them.
Adam shook his head. "No, if she knew then she wouldn't have gotten off the plane at all." He reasoned. "She'll be fine."
"I'm blaming it all on you if she asks." John muttered, stepping off the terminal and crashed right into Amy, who had come to an abrupt stop.
"What are they doing here?" Amy demanded, whirling around to face her two friends.
John's eyes got wide. "It was all Adam's idea; blame it on him." He pushed her ahead gently. "Just go say hi at least."
"Hey Amy." Matt said quietly, looking down at his feet while Jeff stood there, shifting his weight from one leg to the other.
Amy sighed deeply and smiled at them both, who looked equally uncomfortable. "I missed you guys." She said finally as she wrapped her arms around Matt and Jeff.
Jeff gave Adam and John a high-five over Amy's head and they all grinned; little by little things were going back to normal.
*~*~*~*
Shane McMahon gave the receptionist an agitated look for the umpteenth time that day and rested both of his hands on the desk. "Listen." He seethed out. "I made reservations here would you care to tell me why I can't go up to my room?"
The older looked at him, mimicking his impatient look to a tee. "Mr. McMahon I already told you. You were signed out at 11:30 this morning so we assumed that you didn't need the room anymore and booked it out to someone else. How silly of us to think such a thing though." She added sarcastically, pushing her glasses further up her nose as she turned back to the computer and continued typing.
"The reservation was made under my name though!" Shane exploded. "I assumed that I was the only one to be able to check out."
"You know what they say about assuming things." The lady trailed off, not making eye contact as she kept on with her computer work.
Shane let out a groan of frustration and pulled out his cell phone, punching in the number to the nearest airport.
"Hello, this is Jack how may I help you today."
"I need a flight out to Manhattan as soon as possible." Shane hurried out. "It's kind of an emergency and try and make it first class please."
There was silence except for the sound of clicking and Jack got back onto the line. "Yes, I'm sorry Sir but the earliest available flight we have going out to New York is in two days on Wednesday."
"There's nothing else at all?" Shane asked, running his hands through his already disheveled looking hair, earning a semi-sympathetic look from the receptionist.
"There's a cargo plane." Jack answered. "But I'm sure that you don't want to travel like that."
No, the coach seating is bad enough, Shane thought with a sniff. "Forget it, I'll call somebody else."
"Well actually." Jack said quickly. "I don't think you're going to get much luck with any of the other airlines either. You see, this is a very busy travel week and-"
Shane shut the phone off without another word and slipped it back into his pocket, gritting his teeth in annoyance. Why is it that when one thing went wrong, everything had to go wrong? Adam and John are so fucking dead when I get a hold of them, he muttered to himself silently.
*~*~*~*
Amy stood in front of the WWE headquarters uneasily, surrounded by Matt, Jeff, Adam, and John, and stopped in her tracks. "What if they don't want me back?" She asked finally after a minute or two of silence.
"They're going to be ecstatic to see you." Jeff promised, nudging her forward a bit and giving her an assuring smile.
"You'll be fine." Adam added, pulling his hat down lower on his head to prevent form being seen by any fans.
"Okay, here I go." Amy started, taking a deep breath and staying still.
"There you go." Jeff repeated confidently as they all watched her stand there, looking up at the building that currently held the keys to her future. "Go get 'em tiger." He added which only resulted in being hit in the arm by Matt.
"Alright, I'm really going now." She promised, taking a few steps forward as they encouraged her. She made it to the door and turned around, giving them all a thumbs up as she disappeared inside.
"You guys want to go get something to eat?" Matt asked after a moment of silence.
"Sure, let's get going." John agreed.
*~*~*~*
There it was, right in front of her; the oak and frosted glass door with the words 'Vince McMahon; Chairman' etched into the glass. All she had to do was raise her hand and knock but for some reason she couldn't bring herself to do even that simple task.
After a few seconds she regained her breathing to a normal pace and without a second thought raised her fist and knocked on the door, the loud resounding noise startling her a little as she jumped a bit.
"Come in." Vince's commanding voice boomed from inside and she immediately did so, pushing open the heavy door. The look on his face brightened immensely as he caught sight of one of his most promising superstars. He rushed out from behind his desk and took her hand in his, shaking it and smiling. "Have you decided to come back?"
Amy smiled at the reception she was getting and nodded her head. "I want to come back if you'll allow me too." She said, much to the delight of her boss.
"Of course we will!" Vince exclaimed, pulling a stack of papers out from a pile on his desk. "I have your contract right here." He explained to the quizzical look the now black-haired diva was sending to him. "I just had this feeling that you were going to be back."
"I must've had the same feeling." Amy responded with a grin as her eyes scanned over the nearly identical contract except for a few alterations, and signed her name with a flourish on the space provided and handed it back to Vince.
"You made a good choice." Vince affirmed with a nod of his head, and then studied her critically for a moment. "Are you going to stay looking like that?" He asked finally.
Amy studied her reflection in the mirror above his desk and shrugged. "I was thinking about it-"
"Good." Vince cut in. "Don't change a thing."
*~*~*~*
"What if nobody remembers who I am?" Amy hissed to Matt under her breath as they pushed their way backstage amidst all the people milling around.
"I don't think that's gonna be the case." Matt responded dryly, picking up a couple of scripts off the table and handing one to Amy.
She quickly rifled through the pages then stopped at the page where her name was.
"What are you doing tonight?" Matt asked curiously upon seeing the almost satisfied look on his friend's face.
"They have me in a tag-match with Trish against Ivory and Victoria." She replied, slinging her bag over her shoulder as they began walking again.
"And you're happy about that?" Matt pressed on.
Amy nodded her head. "I actually am. And you wanna know why?" Matt nodded almost immediately. "It's because all those girls actually know how to fight, and it'll be a good match." She promised, making her way down to the diva's locker room.
"I have no doubt about it." Matt muttered as he began the search to find his and Jeff's locker room for the evening.
A few rooms down the hall, Amy stood in front of the plainly marked door and took a deep breath before pushing open the door and was promptly greeted by silence from all the other girls. "Hey guys." She greeted semi- weakly, trying not to feel uneasy at the curious stares.
"You're back?" Trish asked finally, easing some of the tension in the room and Amy nodded. Trish broke out into a grin and pulled the dark-haired diva into a tight hug. "We missed you." She whispered into Amy's hair. "And I'm sorry for anything I might've done or said and hope it doesn't ruin our friendship."
"I guess I can forgive you." Amy answered teasingly with a roll of her eyes as they broke apart and she looked around at the rest of the room. Torrie was looking down and making every attempt possible to avoid making eye contact while Stacy was oblivious to anything going on and Molly was watching the interaction between the two before pushing off the bench and walking over.
"I'm glad you're back." Molly said quietly, a faint smile on her lips.
"Really?" Amy asked incredulously.
Molly nodded. "Yeah really. I think they all did but Trish and I were the only ones with enough guts to come up here and admit that we did something wrong. But you're our friend through everything and I don't want you to forget that."
Amy felt a huge grin spread across her face and felt like she was on the top of the world just because of the kind words that came from Molly and Trish and because of her support group, even if it did consist of a white rapper wannabe, a blonde Canadian with a fondness of sarcasm, and two North Carolina boys whom she's know the entire last half of her life. Yeah, there was definitely nothing to complain about this time and for once, Amy was completely thankful for that.
*~*~The End~*~*
I really liked writing this story a lot; even though it was like pulling teeth to get this last chapter out. But I thought of you guys and forced myself to sit down and right this. Hope y'all enjoyed my little Lita/Amy story, it was something new for me and I think (hope) I did okay with it. Lemme know please!
~*~*Manda*~*~