Ch 3

Authors Note: Thanks for the reviews, this is definitely my favorite fic that I've written so far so I'm glad everyone is enjoying it. Stay tuned because in the next chapter, things are going to get very interesting.

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My alarm didn't go off this morning. And wouldn't you know it, I have to catch a plane today. It's funny how things like that happen on the most important days. I'll be lucky if I make it there in time. After I threw my hair into a ponytail I grabbed my bags and headed out the door. If I'm going to even have a chance to make it there on time I'm going to need to go at least 60. Hopefully there are no policemen around here. I accelerated a bit as I got onto the highway. 20 minutes later I made it to the airport. I made my way to the ticket counter and handed the man my ticket.

"Sorry Miss. But you're plane is about to take off. There is no way that you will be able to make it. Shall I put you on the next flight to London?" He asked me.

"Are you kidding me? I'm Trish Freaking Stratus! The six time Women's Champion! You need to get me on that plane! Call them and tell them that they have to wait for me!" I screamed at the man. Normally I'm not like this but, hey, I'm having a bad day. It's not like I could help it.

"My apologies Miss Stratus. How about a free upgrade on the next flight out?" The man offered me.

"Fine. When does it leave?" I grumbled. I'm sure Vince is going to be real happy with me for missing the flight out.

"It's your lucky day. The next flight leaves in about 2 hours." The man informed me as he was punching some things into the computer. "Here is your ticket. have a nice flight." He handed me the ticket and I walked off. I made it to my gate about an hour later. I had to check out the shops! I sat down with my carry on bag and one of the magazines that I bought and started to flip through it.

"We are going to begin boarding for flight 815 to London in 15 minutes. If this is your flight, please get to gate 4 immediately." Someone said over the load speakers. Finally. At least one good thing that came out of this whole ordeal was my free upgrade. I love first class.

"First class boarding for flight 815 will begin now. If this is you, please report to the gate." Someone said over the loudspeakers. That's me. I better get going. I got up and grabbed my bag and my magazine. I walked over to the gate and handed the woman my ticket. I walked down the ramp and found my seat in first class. I picked up my magazine and picked up where I left off.

"The plane will be taking off in a minute. Please buckle your seatbelts." One of the stewardess said. I buckled my seatbelt and once again turned to my magazine.

"You made it just in time Sir. Please secure your bags and buckle your seatbelt." I heard a flight attendant say. So I'm not the only person running late today.

"I didn't expect to see you here." A familiar voice said to me as they sat down in the seat next to me. I turned to see who it was.

"Well hello to you too, Randy. What's your excuse?" I asked him. This is the perfect time to get to know him. We have a 6 hour plane ride together. That's a lot of time.

"Stupid people at the ticket counter. At first they made me late for the first flight and then when I got to security, they thought it would be fun to search me, extensively." He grumbled. "And what about you? Have a late night last night?" He said with a sly smile.

"My alarm clock didn't go off you jerk." I said jokingly.

"Sure it didn't." He said with the same smirk. "So do you happen to have a magazine or something I could look at, I didn't have time to stop and get one."

"Maybe, but what are you going to give me for it?" I asked him.

"What do you mean? You want something for a magazine?" He asked me incredulously. This is perfect, he's falling right into my plan.

"Well...this is a long plane ride. I can be the nice, fun girl, or I could be a bitch. Take your pick." I said with a sweet smile.

"Fine, what do you want?" He asked me with a hint of annoyance in his voice.

"How about you play a game with me." I offered.

"What is this, preschool?" He said.

"It's either that, or you have to pay me $10." I said with a smile.

"What is the game?" He groaned. Jeez, I've never met a man who wanted a magazine so bad.

"I'll tell you something you don't know about me. Then, you tell me something that I don't know about you. It just goes on like that until we know everything about each other." I said satisfied. This is going to be it. Finally I'm going to get to know what he's all about.

"I don't think so honey. I'll pay you the money, but my wallet is in my suitcase. Care to take a rain check?" He responded. Fuck. There goes my plan. Down the drain.

"Here." I grumbled as I reached into my bag and pulled out one of the magazines that I bought. I gave it to him and he started to flip through it. After I finished my magazine, I took a quick nap. Well, maybe not so quick. It lasted about two and a half hours. Precious time lost. I better start making good on my mission, so it's time to try and stir up some conversation.

"So tell me one thing." I said as I turned to him.

"This is gunna be good." He said as he looked up from the magazine. How he was reading that magazine for over three hours is beyond me.

"This is your captain speaking. We are about to hit some turbulence. But please stay calm. Fasten your seatbelts." The fasten seatbelt sign lit up and the flight attendants all took their seats and buckled up as well. I put on my seatbelt and so did Randy. God, do I hate turbulence.

"It's just a couple bumps. It's like a roller coaster." Randy said to me as he must have seen all the color drain out of my face.

"Yeah, right." I said with a shaky smile as I gripped the armrests on both sides of me tighter than I thought was possible.

"How can you, be afraid of a little bit of-" Randy got out before the turbulence hit. This wasn't any turbulence either. Now, flying is an average part of my life. I do it all the time. Turbulence is common, but this was intense. Before I knew it the little yellow oxygen masks dropped down from the ceiling. I promptly put mine on. Oh god, I am going to die. This is it.

"It's gunna be ok." Randy said as he put one of his hands over mine. What? Did Randy Orton just act like he has a heart? Did he just show compassion? This is a first. After another minute or so of the turbulence the pilot came back over the speakers.

"Sorry for that. Now I have some good news, and I have some bad news. The good news is, we shouldn't have any more problems with turbulence for the rest of the flight. However, due to the intense turbulence, our plane is having some technical problems. We are going to have to land in Bordeaux, France. We will land in about 45 minutes. I apologize for any inconvenience."

"How the heck are we supposed to get to London in time for the show now?" I asked Randy after we had both taken our masks off.

"We won't." He said.

"Vince is going to be real happy with us." I said, I looked down and saw Randy's hand still on mine. He removed it quickly and pulled my hand into my lap. That was weird.