Chapter Thirteen: Jessica's P.O.V.

The next morning, I was awakened at around 7:00 by someone pounding on my door. I slowly climbed out of bed as the person continued to knock.

"Just a minute!" I said, tiredly, making my way to the door.

I opened it to find a very irritated Adam looking at me. "We have a flight to catch in twenty minutes. Why aren't you ready?"

"Holy shit, Adam! I totally forgot. Just give me five minutes."

I rushed around my hotel room, gathering my things and throwing them into my suitcase. I threw on a pair of tennis and five minutes later, I was ready to go.

"What's up, Jessie?" Adam asked on the way to the airport. "You're never late."

"I got in kinda late last night."

"Really? Speaking of last night, if I do remember right, I was supposed to get a phone call on how your little get together with Batista went "

"Sorry, I just didn't want to wake you up."

"Okay. So do you wanna tell me what happened or not?"

"We went to lunch, talked, and went to the mall. It's not that big of a deal," I told him, purposely leaving out the kiss that Dave and I had shared at the end of our night, afraid of how Adam might react.

"So you found out absolutely nothing?"

"Well, Dave said something about Randy and Paul not getting along."

"Really? Sounds like there's trouble in paradise."

"Yeah, I know. For right now I think I'm going to have Randy get the title."

"You think that'll make Batista jealous?"

"No, he wants to do anything to bring the fans in and if that includes him or a member of Evolution losing a title, then so be it. He also said that he doesn't want the belt as long as Trips has it," I said, staring out the window. "He's a lot different than I thought he'd be."

"That's nice. Anything else?"

I shook my head as we pulled into the airport parking lot. We got out luggage out of the rental and rushed into the airport to find out that we had just missed our flight.

"Damn it!" Adam yelled when he found out.

"I'm sorry, Adam," I told him apologetically. "It's my fault. Maybe you should go see if there are any openings on any other flights."

He nodded and walked up to the service counter. I got out my notebook and started looking over some of the storylines going on.

Bad Blood was a month and a half away and I gad to make some good matches. But for right now my biggest task was figuring out what would happen on Raw the next Monday.

I decided to put Dave and Ric in a tag title match against Adam and Chris Benoit, who were currently faces, and have the titles switched to them.

I was trying to think of a good main event when Adam walked back over.

"They said there's a spot on a flight to D.C. in a half an hour and from there, a flight to Baltimore. Either that or we could wait until the next flight, which is around 2:00."

"Wouldn't it make sense to go ahead and take the flight to D.C.?" I asked.

"Well, yeah, but the thing is, there's only one opening on that flight."

"Go ahead and take it and I'll catch the next flight."

"No, I don't want to leave you here by yourself," he told me.

"Its fine, Adam. I need to get some work done and I can't do that with you talking to me the whole time."

"If you're sure," he responded, hesitantly.

"I'm positive."

Adam nodded and started to walk back up to the service counter.

"Hey, come back here for a minute!" I hollered to him.

"What?"

"How would you like to be tag team champs with Chris Benoit for awhile?"

"That'd be awesome!"

"The pay-per-view after Bad Blood is Vengeance and then I'm thinking of making you the new Intercontinental Champ."

"Are you serious? You're giving the IC title back to me?"

"I told you I would. All I have to do is get it cleared with Vince and we're good to go."

"This is incredible! I can't wait to tell Jay!"

I laughed at how excited Adam could get over these things, but then I remembered Evolution was involved in this and they weren't going to be excited at all.