A/N: Onward we go! I own no one in this story, Vincent Kennedy McMahon does, or whatever. Hehe.

Tonight was his last night, his last being champion, and his last being on ECW. He stood in the middle of the empty ring, staring up at the empty seats that would be filled with fans later on that night. He felt his heart twinge with pain, but he couldn't bring himself to weep or anything over leaving. A solitary sigh left his lips as he looked around, his hands dug deep in his pockets. For four or so months, this had been his home after leaving TNA. He had felt welcomed here, he was loved here, and yet at the same time, he was empty. He longed for a companion again, someone that would always be at his side no matter what. Sure he had Denise, his wife, back home but that wasn't the same. He needed someone that could be on the road with him, and he wouldn't subject her to that. Tomorrow everything would be different. Tomorrow he would be on his way to Smackdown. He stared up at the seats once more, a solitary tear running down his cheek briefly before he wiped it away, leaving the ring.

The match was rough for being his last one. Instead of having him be sent out with a newbie or anything similar to that, he ended up having his last match against Tommy Dreamer, one of the very few people he spoke to since coming to ECW. They hugged briefly after the match, and then it was over. His time was over, he had to leave and he didn't know if he would ever be back to the show that he had once called home. His sleep was rough that night, his mind plagued with dreams of present, future, and past. He awoke early the next morning, and dragged himself out of bed, deciding to get himself ready for the flight. He hated flying on planes, but it was the only way he could get from where he was to where Smackdown was taping.

The flight was uneventful, although Jason wasn't all that shocked. He wasn't even bombarded by fans. He wasn't sure, but for once it didn't pain him to not be noticed. He preferred to slink back into the shadows and watch those around him, watch them go about their happy lives without a care in the world. He arrived at the arena late that afternoon, and climbed out of his car, sighing gently. Today would be the start of his new life in his new home on a new show. He entered the building quietly, wondering if he would attract any attention. His thoughts were answered though as he neared catering.

"Jay!" he heard a familiar voice shout from the room. He turned and saw Chris Irvine, a close friend of his running towards him. He groaned faintly as Chris threw himself against Jason, hugging him excitedly. He hugged him back lightly, and then pulled back, looking at Chris. "It's so great to have you here!"

"Hey Chris, yeah I guess so," he said lightly, not really sure what to say. He stepped back some from his friend, glancing down at the floor briefly. He knew Chris would see right through him, but he hoped that maybe Chris wouldn't notice anything was wrong with him. Of course, he was dead wrong.

"What's wrong?" asked Chris, placing his hand on Jason's shoulder, trying to look him in the eyes.

"Nothing, I'm just tired," he responded, a lie that came so easily to him nowadays. He grinned slightly at Chris, shrugging shortly after. "I'm going to go see Teddy then get to my locker room before my debut tonight, I'll see you later," he commented before leaving Chris there and heading down the hall once more. He ignored the few people in the hall, making his way towards Teddy's office. He stopped out front of the door and knocked, sighing faintly.

"Come in," came a voice from the other side. Jason opened the door and walked in, shutting it behind himself. "Mr. Reso it's good to finally have you here on Smackdown," said Teddy, holding his hand out towards Jason. Jason shook his hand briefly before returning it to his pocket. "We got your debut all taken care of. You'll come out during one of Jericho's promos as an interruption. Since everyone knows you're coming here, we're not going to do anything big," he mused, waving his hand absentmindedly. Jason nodded, and then left the room once he was allowed to.

The halls were quiet as he walked, making his way to his new locker room. He paused outside of the door, his hand lightly running over the name Christian. He sighed and walked into the room, shutting the door behind him. He changed into his ring attire then sat down in a chair, staring at the floor as he thought over his first night on Smackdown.

Meanwhile, Chris stood outside of catering, his gaze still stuck on the direction that Jason had headed. He knew there was something wrong with Jason, he had known the man for a while and since they were close he could tell when something was wrong with him. He sighed and pulled out his phone, flipping it open. He pressed a number on his phone, the number set as speed dial for the one person he knew could cheer Jason up. He listened to the ringing for a moment before a voice came on the other end.

"Hey man, do you think you can make it out to the next Smackdown show?" questioned Chris automatically. He didn't see a need to explain his reasoning now. For now he just needed this person to come out to see Jason.

"I'll be on the next flight," responded the person on the other side before hanging up. Chris smirked to himself. One way or another, he was going to make Jason feel better, he mused as we walked down the hall, the smirk dominant on his lips.