A/N: I don't really know if anyone really reads Edge/Lita central fics this time around anymore, but I wrote this chapter for fun. Enjoy!

There was a rapid thudding in her chest in which Amy felt slightly embarrassed about. A sudden nervousness that she hadn't known in quite some time coming up, and it nearly scared her. Her reaction wasn't quick enough and she had begun to stare at him for the longest. The fact that Adam Copeland was here and face to face with her after a long period of time was surreal. She considered herself lucky that her own heartbeats weren't loud enough for him to hear. The thought of the possibility however turning her cheeks a blushing red.

"Hey." he repeated again, a smile suddenly forming on his face.

"Hey," she replied giving a grin of her own.

She reached up towards him with open arms and sealed him with an embrace. An action that surprised Adam with wide eyes, he didn't quite expect this welcoming. He returned the gesture as he wrapped his long arms around her frame. Nearly embracing her as tightly as she did him.

Amy pulled back to face the tall Canadian. As they did, she noticed Adam staring up and down at her figure. Noting the big change since the last time he had seen her.

"Wow, Amy. You look…" He said as he tried to find the right word to use.

"Different?" she finished his sentence while she shrugged.

"Not quite the term I was looking for. But you look great nonetheless." He said giving her his knowing grin.

She laughed as she then gave him a playful punch to the shoulder to which he would return the gesture. Something between the two that had always share with one another and it hadn't quite faded away. It certainly brought up good memories though.

"How was the drive?" she asked before stepping outside to help him with his bags.

"It was good. A bit long, but nothing that I can't handle." he replied before he motioned her away from his luggage, implying that he had full control of carrying them inside.

"Great, well come on in. I have your room ready and everything." She said as she gestured for his welcoming. He bowed graciously and she laughed at his joking actions.

"Hotel Dumas so to speak?"

"More so Southern Hospitality but I guess you could say that," and she smiled, giving him a wink before leading him towards the hall.

As he walked in, he took in the living quarters of the house. While the area had not been excessively furnished, he couldn't help but feel the way he had felt like he had at home. He just found another reason to find himself more comfortable in her environment, which is a good quality for the duration of his stay.

There was a leather couch, a plasma TV and a kitchen nook close by. With the sight of the refrigerator so close to his sight, the first growl of his stomach had caught Amy's attention.

"I see your hungry too?" she asked and Adam couldn't help but chuckle.

"Yeah, I'm starving!"

"I was just about to get something to eat. Well now that you're here, how about we get your bags to your room? Then we can go to get some real grub."

Adam nodded, "Good plan."

He followed the now jet-black haired woman towards the hallway. Interestingly enough that the amount of various WWE related material had caught his eye. Magazine covers, photos, and a replica of the Women's Championship hanging proudly on display.

"I know it's a little small but…" she managed to say as she opened the door of the guest bedroom.

Adam shrugged, "Looks comfy to me."

Amy gave him a small smile, "You don't really mean that."

"How would you know that?" the Canadian asked.

"I know you better than you think." She said with a wink before letting herself back out into the hallway to help him with his stuff.

2004

"What is your problem?" he heard her speak on the other phone line with him.

"My problem? What problem are you even referring to?" he replied, placing a hand on his forehead. No doubt about it that a headache was about to come along. The rapid thudding in his head and along with the irritable voice on the phone was enough after a match earlier tonight.

He heard her laugh sarcastically and rather loudly into his ear, "Why haven't you called me lately?"

'Here we go again,' he mused before sighing in defeat, "Honey, if you tried switching places for one day, I'm sure you would understand why I would call you so late."

She growled in anger, "Well, how hard is it to call after a match to tell me that you're okay?"

"Because maybe I'm not fully cleared after a match like I had tonight. Did you even see what happened?"

"You're kidding right?" she said in a slightly annoyed manner, "Most of the stuff you do in those matches is fake anyways."

"How about you try taking a bump from the ring to the floor then? I'm sure a concrete fall is a walk through the dog park, right?" He replied hastily.

"You're just a smart ass aren't you? You see this is why we have problems because you just don't understand!"

"Would you please try to calm down honey, I'm backstage. I don't want to argue like this."

Angrily she responded, "Adam, ever since you went back to your job. It's like you completely forgot about me since you left. You don't call me a whole lot and I feel like you don't even realize how I feel."

He pinched his nose as he was trying to calm down his pounding headache, "Yes, I do. I want to make this work. You're the best thing that's happened to me."

She scoffed, "Yeah tell that to the other girls…"

He sighed in defeat, "This is so ridiculous. How many times when I do call that you want to bring up these issues with me? Yes, it kills me not to be with you but what am I supposed to do? Would you rather me be miserable then? Am I not allowed to travel anymore and instead call you non-stop when I have numerous other challenges to fix up?"

"YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND!" she screamed loudly, making Adam pull his ear away from the phone.

"No! I believe you don't understand!" he snapped against her, "What you fail to realize is that you have forgotten that this is what I do to support us as a whole! You forget what I have to go through each night it's like you don't even appreciate what I've got going for us now! Don't you see that it takes trust for this thing to work?"

"FINE!" and with that response back, she had hung up on him.

He sighed as he then shut his phone off. It has been like this for the past few months and when he had hoped for the better, it felt like it was getting worse and worse. The constant arguing, the cold shoulder treatments towards one another. Why is the person who should be by his side not fully with him to the full percentage?

"Hey man, what's up?"

Adam turned to see Randy Orton in an expression of sympathy.

"Oh nothing, just uh… getting ready to leave is all."

The boys all knew that he was having a lot of trouble with his marriage as well as it was deteriorating his focus inside the squared circle. He couldn't even bring himself to tell the boys what had been going on between him and her. Knowing that he didn't want to embarrass himself when it came to his personal life. He felt if he did, the response of the usual 'I told you so' would be very apparent. 'It's how the girls are these times around' one man would end up saying to him.

God, it just felt like he couldn't speak to anyone about it without being humiliated or given snarky remarks… unless…

'If there's anyone that knows anything about relationships it would be someone that has to understand what a girl would want in a relationship.' He thought to himself as he lifted his duffle bag up onto his shoulder. Walking towards the door he thought over again, 'A person who has been a relationship long enough to know what she wants. She would know what to do. Amy. Amy, would know."

"You like cheeseburgers?" Amy asked as she leaned upon the guestroom doorframe.

Adam turned away from unpacking to look at her noticing her bright smile, "Amy, you do know me too well."

She winked, "Come on, there's this place that has the absolute best cheeseburgers."

With that the Canadian followed her out through the front door.

It was going to be a fun trip indeed.