***Disclaimer: I do not own any of the wrestlers mentioned in this story. I only own Analisa, Michael, Karol, and SarahAnn.***

3 Days Later

Analisa sat on the couch in Scott's living room. She had trained all day and she was tired. Scott was out with some of his co-workers, so she had the house to herself. She got to thinking about what Scott had said three days ago on the ride from the airport, I still love you, Analisa. She got up from the couch and walked down the hall to Scott's room.

She opened the door and walked in. She knew him, knew where he kept his personal things. She opened the closet door and looked in. She stood on her tip-toes and moved things around before she found a box that had her name on it.

"Gotcha," said Analisa pulling the box off the shelf.

She took the box over to the bed and sat down in the center of it. She pulled the top off the box and peered in. The first thing she came to was a photo album. On the front was a picture of her in a wedding dress and Scott in a Tux. She opened the album. The first few pages were pictures from their wedding. Pictures of them together, by themselves, Scott with the bridesmaids, Ana with the groomsmen. The last few pages were pictures they had taken of each other over the first year of their marriage.

The first few pictures, they were happy. Ana was always smiling. At that point she didn't have a reason not to. Slowly as she turned the pages, she saw that they both were smiling less and less. She closed the photo album and set it aside.

Underneath the album were free pictures, of her. Pictures of her at ECW and WCW. What confused Ana was that most of the pictures were of her and Kevin, not Scott. Mixed in with all the pictures was a news article from a few years back. It was when she had showed up at an Indy show.

He kept this, thought Ana.

Ana put everything back in the box and put it back in the closet. She closed the closet doors and left Scott's room.

At around four in the afternoon, after sitting on her butt most of the day, she got up and went for a run. She ran around the block four times before she went back to the house. By the time she got back, Scott was home. She walked through the door. She could smell something in the kitchen. She walked in there, Scott was cooking dinner.

"I would've done that," said Analisa.

"It's okay," said Scott. "I am just use to cooking for myself."

"Well, hopefully I will find a place soon," said Ana walking out of the kitchen. "I'm gonna go shower before I eat."

"'Kay," said Scott from the stove.

Analisa walked down the hall to the bathroom. She started the shower and got the water where she wanted it. She walked into Scott's room, where her suitcases were and grabbed some clothes and walked back into the bathroom. She took off her jogging clothes and her socks and shoes. She laid her clean clothes on the counter and got in the shower. She stood there for a minute and let the water run over her shoulders. She grabbed the shampoo and washed her hair.

Damn, thought Analisa. Forgot my body wash.

"Scott!" shouted Analisa from the shower.

Scott was standing in the kitchen when he heard Analisa shout his name. He turned off the stove and walked down the hall to the bathroom.

"Huh?" he said from outside the door.

"I forgot my body wash. It is in my bag. Can you get it for me?" shouted Analisa.

"Yeah," said Scott walking into his room.

Scott walked over to the corner where Analisa's stuff was. He opened the small suitcase and pulled out her body wash. He looked at the bottle.

She still uses the same stuff, chuckled Scott as he thought this.

Scott walked back to the bathroom door and knocked.

"Come in," said Analisa.

"Here," said Scott setting it on the counter in the bathroom.

"I can't reach that," said Analisa peeking out from behind the curtain.

"Fine," said Scott jerking the curtain open.

"SCOTT!!!" shouted Analisa grabbing the curtain.

"What? It's not like I haven't seen you naked before," chuckled Scott. "Although, you do look better now."

"Shut up," said Analisa grabbing the bottle of body wash.

"Whatever," said Scott leaving the bathroom.

Jerk, thought Analisa.