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(A/N) Sorry, its been so long, I've just been extremely busy. *************

"This way," The petite blonde flight attendant addressed them.

She led them through the compartments until she reached a section that Lori guessed was for first class passengers. Lori looked around and noticed that the seating was arranged in twos. The attendant pointed out their seats in the rear of the compartment and Jason's seat was right in front of them. Lori took the seat by the window and Chris's insistence and sat down. Lori noticed that there were only a few other occupants in the compartment. Across the aisle from Jason sat another couple. The auburn haired man dwarfed the blonde lady at his side; he had to be close to seven foot tall but it was difficult to say because he was sitting down.

Chris followed her gaze and leaned over to whisper, "That's Mark Calloway and his wife Sara."

"Wrestlers?" Lori questioned.

"Yes, well, he is," Chris nodded in affirmation. "Mark runs with the blue crew though so I don't usually see him."

"Blue crew?" Lori didn't understand.

"The roster is split into two right now," Chris explained to her patiently. "Jason and I are with the red crew on Monday Night Raw. The other crew is the blue crew on Smackdown Thursdays."

"Kind of like the circus's thing?" Lori sought clarification. "So you don't usually work with him then."

"Right, I wonder what he's doing on this flight," Chris answered. "I'll introduce you to them after take-off."

At that moment, the seat belt light lit up and Lori scrambled to find hers.

"Here let me help you," Chris smiled and reached over and deftly snapped the ends together before securing his own.

Lori's face went white as the plane started to back away from the boarding area.

"What's happened?" She managed in a low whisper.

"Well, they have to drive the plane to the takeoff runway now," Chris explained. "It takes a few minutes to get into proper position for takeoff. Then the pilot has to wait for the go ahead from the control toward to take off."

"Oh," She muttered and clenched her chair arms tighter.

Chris noticed this and chuckled, "Lori, its going to be all right. Really, it'll be all right." Chris calmly pried her near hand loose and held it softly in his own then. "Do you have that gum Jason gave you?"

"Yeah," Lori nodded and pulled it out of her pocket and inserted a piece obediently.

Finally the plane rolled in position, and moments later it lurched into a rapidly increasing pace down the runway. The force of gravity pressed the occupants firmly into their seat backs. And then all of the sudden the force was gone as the plane's tires lost contact with the ground. It was replaced by an odd sort of floating sensation as the plane climbed higher into the sky. Slowly Lori began to relax a little as Chris's confidence in the safety of the flight won her over. He never left go of her hand until they had reached their cruising altitude and the seat belt light flicked off.

"Look out the window," Chris told her softly.

Lori nodded and did as she'd been bidden, "Oh, it's beautiful." She whispered in acknowledgment.

'Not half as beautiful as you,' Chris thought fondly in reply but just smiled and said nothing.

"Did you survive back here?" Jason then addressed her.

"Yes, Jason," Lori smiled; "And thank you for the gum."

"No problem," Jason winked and turned back away.

"He's a nice guy," Lori commented. "I can see why you two are such good friends."

"Yeah," Chris mumbled but couldn't help but feel a little bit jealous. Changing the subject, he managed, "Are you ready to meet Mark and Sara now?"

"Uh," Lori looked uncertain.

Guessing her apprehension had to do with flying Chris told her, "It's okay now, Lori. Really, it's okay."

Almost as soon as she stood up, Lori felt a little woozy. She was unaccustomed to what it was like to walk around at 10,000 feet.

"Here let me steady you," Chris offered her an arm and then steered her up to where the Calloways were seated.

"Hey!" The large man looked up as they approached from his papers. "Chris, how are you doing?"

"Good, good," Chris nodded and then introduced Lori. "I'd like you to meet my future wife, Lori Ford."

"Your wife?" Mark arched an eyebrow then smiled warmly and shook Lori's hand, "Congratulations Miss Ford."

"Please to meet you Lori," His pretty blonde wife Sara was the next to greet her. Lori couldn't help but notice the other woman was apparently quite pregnant as well, "I'm Sara."

"So, how long have you known this joker?" Mark asked next.

Lori blushed as Chris answered for them but stretching the truth as he did so, "We met about six months ago."

"Wow, that's fast," Sara gasped as Mark's eyes widened in surprise.

"Yeah, I know," Chris admitted and grinned broadly. "But there's nothing I've ever been more sure of, you know."

Mark fondly regarded his own wife and responded simply, "I know."

"Please Chris," Lori muttered at his elbow. "Can I go sit down now?"

"Sure honey," Chris turned to her. "Not feeling well?"

"No, I'm not," Lori admitted as her stomach flip-flopped dangerously.

"Well, I'm sure we'll have more time to catch up at the next show," Mark told him. "I'm going to be making an appearance on Raw this week."

"OK, well see you then," Chris nodded and helped Lori back to her seat.