Title: Together We Cry
Disclaimer: The only thing of worth I own is my computer. Title inspired by Under the Bridge by RHCP
Rating: PG-13 at times for language, and at times for implied situations, later on maybe R for situations.
Spoilers: None that I know of, follows along with current schedules (but extending the Mexico trip so :P)
Pairings: Trish/Christian, Dawn/Lance, Molly/?, Lita/?,
Summary: This chapter will mainly focus on Rob and Lita.
Notes: See the first chapter for any applicable notes and read the following: Bear with me for the next few chapters.. I'm still trying to get a feel for things and well, I'll have more of an idea after SmackDown.. For purposes of my plot..Dawn was the one picked for RAW, not Nidia. As for Rob going to SmackDown, it actually works perfectly to my advantage. Will I use the current schedule? Sure..I guess. Will I use it at all times? No. On one other note, the fact that Paul Heyman 'quit' leads me to continue to believe that ECW will make it's return. But, if that does not happen (or until the point that it does), it will just be SmackDown/RAW..revised to my liking. On a side note..I am writing a prequel (go figure, sequel before prequel..eh. anyway, it'll help explain things a tad better) And, Stacy/Randy not covered for a reason within this and the following chapter. We'll just say Stacy went to comfort Randy. That all said, read on.

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Before RAW went live..Dawn went off to proudly wear the colors of Smackdown, while Amy, Rob and Lance sported the colors of RAW. But, for all they knew..one of them, two of them, three of them..hell even all four of them could end up wearing the same colors. While they did stay in their respective 'team' locker rooms when they were needed, when they weren't needed they opted to hang out in the locker room they started out in. Dawn of course, ended up joining the RAW locker room after Eric made his second pick. But there were still four picks left for each G.M. The whispers still circulated through the locker rooms as to who the next pick would be. Amy snickered from the corner as Paul put on his show for the third pick of Smackdown, and after wishing Rob and Booker luck..though they wouldn't need it..they knew they would lose, she took off for the hallways. She had heard Adam was wandering around here somewhere, and she knew she would be able to track him down..eventually. Alas, her search was in vain..but while she did not find Adam..she did have a chat with someone. Like most of the superstars on either roster, the words that Paul would speak would echo through her mind for the duration of the evening. But for her, it would be for an entirely different reason.

For out on the stage Paul was making his fourth pick. "Tazz is going to love this; the extreme reunion this Thursday night of the mad genius of Paul Heyman and Mr. Thursday night, Rob Van Dam!"

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After the fourth pick for SmackDown is revealed, Amy and Rob talk it over.

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SmackDown. Amy frowned..yeah it was great..Terry would be joining them on RAW, Dawn would be joining them on RAW, Paul Levesque would do great on SmackDown. So consumed in her thoughts was Amy, that she failed to notice the tall blonde barreling towards her.

"Isn't this great!" Adam Copeland wrapped her up for a hug. "I'm coming to RAW."

She smiled half heartedly. "Yeah. that's great.."

He held her out at arms length. "What's wrong Ames? You look like you just lost your best friend or something."

She quirked a tiny smile. "Something like that.." She shook it off, running a hand through her hair. "Look..I'll see you later..ok? I have someone I need to talk to." She hugged him quickly, then took off again.

She wouldn't have far to go..for around the corner, Booker and Rob had just been informed by the Coach. As Booker was bidding his former tag-team partner the best, Amy stood off to the side. When Booker made his departure, she still didn't say a thing, merely walked on by, but when she looked back, sure enough Rob was a few steps behind.

"At least Dawn and Lance are finally on the same roster" He spoke as they trekked down the usually busy hallway.

"Mmmhmm" She nodded, walking almost in a trance..but still alert enough to not walk into objects.

"Come on" He picked up his pace slightly, taking her hand loosely in his. "There's got to be a stairwell around here somewhere."

She said nothing, just allowed herself to be lead wherever it was they were going. While they weren't officially dating, after the ski trip with Lance, Chris and Noreen it seemed to be heading that way. Friends..definately, that much was always for sure..but recently, it had become just a bit more. At any rate, when they finally reached a stairwell, they went up..stopping at the landing.

"Mr. Thursday Night doesn't roll off as well" She frowned withdrawing her hand as she leaned against the railing.

"It just might take some getting used to" He shrugged, glancing sideways to her. "But..Adam could be the next Mr. Monday Night"

"That's not enough" She closed her eyes, draping her arms on the railing, cushioning her head. "It's not the same."

"But nothing can be done about it." He leaned back against the wall. "And it's not like we won't see each other again."

"Not like it would matter anyway" She spoke mostly to herself. "But yeah, I guess you're right..it's not like the rosters don't travel near each other..and you are still scheduled for Monterrey." She shrugged it off, and after hearing approaching footsteps, she started back down the stairs.

He nodded trailing slightly after her, "¿Qué no importaría?"

She shook her head, sweeping her hair back from her face as she descended the steps. "No es importante."

He raised a brow. "Debe ser, si usted es este trastorno sobre él."

She smirked, stating as coolly as possible. "Quién dijo estuve trastornado. No tengo nada que ser trastornada encima." She plastered on a smile as they passed by Terry and Chris Benoit.

"Usted no puede mentir a mí." He grinned to Terry and Chris first, before continuing. "Por lo menos no sobre esto. Usted dice que usted no está trastornado, sino que usted me está diciendo de otra manera."

She snapped back. "Entonces si usted es tan elegante, usted lo calcula hacia fuera." As they approached the hallway, she gestured upwards with her hands. "Usted me dice que porqué soy así que que trastorne."

He offered quietly, "Usted es confuso porque usted no sabe dónde usted está parado."

She scoffed, "Sé perfectamente bien, donde estoy parado"

"Then maybe you can tell me" He placed a hand on her shoulder. "Since one of us isn't so confused."

"I wouldn't know where to begin" She shrugged, placing a hand over his. "And even if I did? Who's to say we're in the same situation?"

He raised a brow, bringing both of their hands down. "I'd like to think I at least remembered that much...last I recall..I was at a ski resort..with some friends. One of them about oh" He held out his free hand, bringing it to just above her head. "This height"

"That describes a lot of people" She smirked "But, I'll pretend to go along with it anyway"

He smirked, then took a slight risk "I don't know what we are..just that..we're here, we're alive, we're human" He glanced sideways, to judge her reaction "But I do know what I want"

"Oh? And just pray tell..what is that?" She glanced sideways

Just as he was about to say something, Adam ran into them. "Did you two hear? Paul quit!"

Amy and Rob shared a look of confusion, before Rob whispered to her. "Estancia con mí esta noche." He held up a hand when she raised a brow in disbelief. "No estoy pidiendo que usted durmiera con mí, estancia justa con mí."

She nodded, addressing Adam. "No we haven't heard..does that mean Paul Levesque and Eddie are about to wrestle?"

"Yeah" Adam walked along side the two. "Where are you two heading anyway?"

"I have to get in the shower before I go anywhere else." Rob looked between the two. "So, if you wouldn't mind" He released Amy's hand. "I'll see the two of you after RAW."

"See you then dude" Adam grinned. Clapping a hand on Rob's shoulder.

Amy offered a smile, masking the rest of the emotions running through her before she went off for the RAW locker room. But, try as she might..one other person saw through the mask, Dawn caught her guarded gaze as she walked towards her. But, wisely..Dawn didn't say a word. The two just waited out the rest of the evening in silence. Then when the locker rooms cleared, Amy mustered a smile. For, there was still the club hop..and well, whatever else was on Amy's agenda. And even after that..It wasn't the end, just a new beginning.

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Author speaking: I apologize for the shortness on the chapter, but as stated above..I'm debating what to do here..either go with the current schedule, make up my own or bring back ECW..erm, have Paul bring back ECW. Either way, Rob still goes to SmackDown. Will pick up with actual real time plot after SmackDown airs. At any rate., I'm guessing you can see where I'm taking this..right?

Translation..I use babelfish, so it goes with literal translations for the most part.
Rob: ¿Qué no importaría?
What wouldn't matter?

Amy: No es importante.
It's not important.

Rob: Debe ser, si usted es este trastorno sobre él.
It must be, if you're this upset about it.

Amy: Quién dijo estuve trastornado. No tengo nada que ser trastornada encima.
Who said I was upset. I have nothing to be upset over.


Rob: Usted no puede mentir a mí. Por lo menos no sobre esto. Usted dice que usted no está trastornado, sino que usted me está diciendo de otra manera.
You can't lie to me. At least not about this. You say you're not upset, but you're telling me otherwise.

Amy: Entonces si usted es tan elegante, usted lo calcula hacia fuera. Usted me dice que porqué soy así que que trastorne.
Then if you're so smart, you figure it out. You tell me why I'm so upset.

Rob: Usted es confuso porque usted no sabe dónde usted está parado.
You're confused because you don't know where you stand.

Amy: Sé perfectamente bien, donde estoy parado
I know perfectly well, where I stand.

Rob: Estancia con mí esta noche. No estoy pidiendo que usted durmiera con mí, estancia justa con mí.
Stay with me tonight. I'm not asking you to sleep with me, just stay with me.