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Chapter Twelve

Amy choked on her coffee. "You're what?"

"I'm in love with her Amy. Don't act so surprised. Obviously you knew way before I figured it out."

She nodded. "Well, yeah. When did you figure it out?"

"About 10 minutes ago. I was looking at her and it just hit me. I can't sleep unless she's next to me. When we're not together, I just don't feel right. I can truly be myself around her, Amy."

Amy smiled. "You got it bad, Shane."

"Wrapped around her little finger, aren't I?" She giggled.

"That's it!"

Matt came out of the shower. "What's it?"

Amy scrambled to think of an answer, but Shane got to it first. "I just figured out that I'm in love with Sam, and Amy was agreeing with me that I'm wrapped around her little finger."

"Oh." Matt sat down and started rubbing his hair with a towel. Amy just stared. "What?"

"You aren't going to say anything?"

He shrugged. "What is there to say? I knew he would come to his senses eventually." Shane smiled.

"So that's why you said all that during the movie Saturday night."

"Of course."

"Thanks man. I'm going back to the room. I need to think of how to tell her." He left, and Amy turned to Matt.

"There is one small, well, actually a six foot four problem."

Matt looked confused. "Huh?"

Amy looked down. "Sam has a date with Randy on Saturday night."

"Oh, shit."

She snorted. "Yeah."


Shane closed the door quietly behind him, and jumped when Sam spoke up. "Morning, handsome."

He walked over to the bed and kissed her forehead. "Good morning beautiful. I thought you would still be asleep."

She shook her head. "No. Even with you tossing and turning all night, I managed to get some sleep. I just got out of the shower." Shane didn't say anything, those words putting quite an image in his head. "Shane? You in there?"

"Yeah, yeah, I'm here." he said, shaking his head. 'Wow, that came out of nowhere.' He cleared his throat. "So, when are you going shopping with Amy?"

"In a little bit."

He nodded. "Matt and I are going to drop you two off, then we've got some stuff to do."

She looked at him skeptically. "Like what?"

"Stuff. It won't take long."

"Whatever." Her cell phone started ringing. She saw that it was Amy, and answered. "Shane is acting weird."

"Male PMS."

"Ah. So, are you about ready?"

"Yeah. Matt said that he and Shane are dropping us off."

"Shane told me. See ya in 5?"

"Yep." Sam hung up and looked at Shane, who had just come out of the bathroom. "Ready?"

"Let's go."


Matt stopped the car at the mall entrance. "We'll be back in a while." Sam and Amy climbed out, and Amy leaned in Matt's window for a kiss. He pulled back and smiled. "See ya."

They pulled away, and Sam and Amy walked into the mall. Sam pulled Amy into Bath & Body Works. "I need some lotion."

"Me too." Amy grabbed her favorite, Red Country Apple, and Sam grabbed the Warm Vanilla Sugar. They checked out, and continued into Walden's Bookstore. Sam laughed when she saw Shane staring back from the most recent issue of WWE Magazine

"Even at the mall we can't get away from them." Amy saw what she was looking at and laughed. They hit a few more stores while waiting for the guys.


Matt pulled into a parking spot near the front of the mall. He and Matt walked inside and stopped at the mall map. Shane turned to Matt.

"There are four jewelry stores here, Matt. I think we can find something."

"I don't want to just find something, Shane. I want to find the perfect ring. I know you know Sam's taste in them, and her's and Amy's are so similar, so I am going to need your help."

Shane clapped him on the shoulder. "You got it."

They walked into the first store and went up to the counter. The salesman asked, "Can I help you, sir?"

Matt smiled. "Yeah, actually. I'm looking for an engagement ring for my girlfriend."

"Alright. Id there a certain price range you're looking for?"

He shook his head. "No, cost isn't an issue. I'm thinking a diamond set in platinum."

"Well, we've got several that fit that description, so let me go pull some for you." He came back a few minutes later with a display.

Matt turned to Shane. "What do you think?"

Shane looked down at the many rings. "Well, I know Sam would love this one." He held up a nice sized diamond set in platinum. "Its big, but simple. And since Sam would love it, I know Amy would too."

Matt carefully inspected the ring before nodding. "I think I'll take it in a size 7 please." The man nodded and took the tray back.

Matt was pretty happy with himself since he found it so quickly, so he didn't notice that Shane had a weird look on his face. When the man came back to him, he said, "I'll take the same ring, but in a size 6 please." The man nodded again and went for it. Matt looked at him.

"What are you doing?"

"Sam is it for me Matt, I'm sure of it. So even if the ring doesn't come out of it's box for awhile, I know that I'll have it when we're ready."

"That's taking a lot for granted, Shane." The man came back and Shane handed him his credit card.

"I'm sure Matt." They signed their credit slips. "I do not even want to know what I just spent on that." Matt laughed as they grabbed their bags. He opened his phone to call Amy.


"Hey sweetie. Where do you want to meet at?" He could hear her talking to Sam.

"Actually, we're finished, so if you want to just meet us at the entrance, that would be good."

"OK, see you in a few."

"Bye." She closed her phone and they walked to the mall entrance. Matt pulled up a few minutes later, and they got in.

Shane looked back at them. "Wow, you didn't clean out the mall." They had five bags between them. Sam answered.

"No, Shane, we just went shopping on Saturday." She turned to Amy. "Girls don't only shop." They giggled. Shane tried again.

"What's the plan for tonight?"

"Well, we have two free days in Los Angeles. I'm sure we can think of something."

"Up next for the Reds, batting fourth, Sean Casey!" Sam and Amy cheered, and Shane rolled his eyes. Sam poked him in the side.

"He's cute, so shut up." He just laughed.

Matt looked over at Sam. "Why am I not surprised that you suggested this?"

"I don't know, why aren't you?"

"Funny. I know you love baseball, but the Dodgers and the Reds, Sam?"

"Better than sitting in the hotel."

"I guess."

When the game ended they decided to grab a bite to eat. Walking into the restauraunt, Sam was surprised to see the aforementioned Sean Casey sitting at the bar. "Amy!" she said in a loud whisper. Amy leaned down to hear her.

"What?" She looked where Sam was pointing. "Oh, wow. Should we go talk to him? He is alone."

"Yeah, 'till his wife shows up." They giggled. "Let's go." They walked over to him while Matt and Shane grabbed a table. Amy tapped Sean on his shoulder. "Excuse me, aren't you Sean Casey?"

"Yes, I-" His eyes widened. "Hey, you're Lita! Wow, can I have your autograph?" She laughed.

"As long as we can have yours."

"Of course." He looked over at Sam. "You're Sam Hardy, right?"

"Yes, I am. You actually have time to watch wrestling?"

He finished signing their papers and grinned. "I have my wife tape it most of the time, but I was home Monday night. It was nice to see someone talk back to Bischoff."

She laughed. "I enjoyed it. Thank you." she said, indicating the paper.

"Your welcome. Thanks for mine." They smiled and went over to the table where Shane and Matt were waiting. Shane laughed.

"Get a little starstruck, ladies?"

Amy smirked. "Around real celebrities, maybe."

"Ouch." The waitress brought water and took their orders. When she left, Sam turned to Amy.

"Do you wanna come to our room and get a movie tonight?" Her mouth full, Amy nodded.

"No chick flicks." Matt said.

"We'll see about that."


Sam was just changing into her pajamas when she heard the knock on the door, and Shane answer it. She walked out to find Matt and Amy laying in the bed, with a huge bowl of popcorn between them.

"Gee, don't waste anytime."

Matt grinned. "Nope." Sam sat down on the couch and leaned her back against Shane's chest. She pulled up her blanket, and started the movie. This hotel had movies that were nearing the end of their theater runs, so they had a nice selection to choose from. They picked "How to Lose A Guy in 10 Days".

When it was over, Sam stood up and stretched. "That was good. We should have seen it when it first came out."

Amy nodded. "We should have." Matt looked at Shane, and cricked his head towrds the door. Shane got the hint.

"Matt, you wanna run down to the vending machines with me?"

"Sure." When they got out into the hall, Shane turned to him. "What's up?"

"I was going to make a huge deal out of it, but I think this is the right moment."


"Duh! I'm gonna ask her!"

"Oh! Now?"

Matt smacked him upside his head. "You are so messed up Shane, I swear." They walked back in the room. Sam smirked.

"Nothing good at the vending machines?"

Shane looked confused. "Huh? Oh, yeah. Um..no, not really." Matt cleared his throat.

"Amy, could you come over here for a second?" She gave him a strange look, but climbed out of the bed and stood in front of him. He dropped down to his knee, and she gasped.

"Amy, from the moment I laid eyes on you, I knew you were it for me. When I knew I wanted to ask you this, I had dreamed up an elaborate proposal. But then, we were sitting here, and it hit me. This was right, not some fancy dinner in uncomfortable clothing with people staring at us. So I'm asking you here, now, in front of our best friends, which means you can't say no and embarass me," he chuckled, and she smiled and wiped the tears from her face, "Amy Christine Dumas, will you marry me?" He popped open the ring box and her eyes grew huge.

"Oh, Matt, of course I'll marry you!" He slipped the ring on her finger, and he swept her up in a hug. He kissed her and let her go, and she was immediately grabbed by Sam, who was crying herself.

"I am so happy for you sweetie!" Sam pulled back. "Let's see it." Amy held out her hand and Sam gasped. "That is beautiful." She looked at Matt. "I know you didn't pick that out."

He grinned ruefully. "So Shane helped. Sue me." Sam smiled and turned back to Amy.

"When I find the guy, you show him that ring and say 'Sam would love this'." They both laughed. Matt and Shane exchanged a secretive smile. Shane then went over to hug Amy, and Sam went to Matt. She punched him on the shoulder before hugging him. "I can't believe you never said a word to me about this!"

He looked down at her. "You would have told her Sam."

"Nu huh."

"Uh huh."

"Whatever." Amy came back over to stand next to Matt.

"I think we should go, Matt." She had a gleam in her eyes.

"Uh, yeah, I mean, I'm pretty...tired."

She nodded. "Me too. Bye guys, see ya in the morning."

Shane laughed. "Have fun...sleeping!" He closed the door behind them and turned to Sam. "Sleeping my ass."

She giggled. "Really." She paused. "Hey, Shane, I got somethin' to tell you."

He took a deep breath. "I've got something to tell you too Sam, but ladies first." 'I think I can do this,' he thought.

"I have a date with Randy Saturday night," Sam said, and the smile fell from Shane's face.


Chapter Thirteen

Sam laughed. "Can you believe that? But I guess it could be fun." She shook her head. "So what did you want to tell me?"

Shane slowly shook his head. "Oh, I really don't remember. Must not have been important."

She gave him a strange look. "Ok. I'm ready to crash, then." She pulled back the blankets and climbed into bed. Shane was still standing there. "Shane, are you okay?"

He walked over to the bed and sat down. "Yeah, Sam, I'm fine."


Sam awoke the next morning to an empty bed. She walked over to the sliding doors and found Shane on the balcony. She went out and wrapped her arms around him from behind. "Morning. You're up kind of early."

He pulled away from her. "I didn't sleep well."

She put her hand on his face. "Are you feeling okay?"

Again, he pulled back. "Yes, Sam, is that all you ever ask me?"

"Excuse me for caring, Shane. I realize you didn't get much sleep, but don't take that out on me."

He looked down at his hands. "Maybe I should just get my own bed."

Sam stood quietly for a moment before replying. "If you think that will help." She turned and went back into the room. Shane sat outside for a few more minutes and heard the shower running when he went back in. He packed his stuff and waited for Sam to come out. When she did, he walked into the bathroom for his shower without a word.

Sam started packing. As she threw her stuff in her suitcase, she was talking to herself. "What is his problem? Maybe it is just a lack of sleep." She wrote him a quick note and went down to Matt and Amy's room.

Amy answered after Sam knocked on the door. "Hey."

"Hey Amy." She walked in and sat her stuff down before dropping on the couch. "Did you talk to Shane recently?"

Amy looked a little nervous. "Yeah, why?"

Sam shrugged before answering. "His mood has seemed really shitty ever since you guys left last night. I'm not sure what's going on." Matt came out of the shower and waved since he saw they were talking.

Amy of course knew why, but couldn't say anything. "He's probably just having a bad day, Sam. I wouldn't worry."

"Maybe you're right."

Amy laughed. "Of course I am." They were interrupted by a knock at the door. Matt pulled it open to find Shane standing there with his luggage.

"Hey man."

"Hey Matt." He walked into the room. "Morning Amy."

"Morning Shane. What's going on?"

He shook his head. "Not too much. Sam, can I talk to you for a sec outside?"

"Sure." She got up and followed him out into the hall. "What's up?"

"I know that we were supposed to drive to San Fran today, but would you mind if we just went to San Diego and skipped the Giants game?"

"I guess we can do that. Why don't you want to go?"

"I just don't feel up to it right now. I was thinking I might hang out by myself or something."

Sam was upset. He cancels their plans because he 'just doesn't feel like it'? "Oh. Whatever you want to do Shane."

"Well, that's what I want to do." Sam nodded and walked back into the room.

"Matt, you're flying out in a little bit, right?" He nodded. "Amy, you're going to San Diego though, right?"

"Yeah, but I thought that wasn't until tomorrow. You and Shane are going to the Giants game, right?"

"No, he doesn't want to."

Matt looked shocked. "Shane, NOT wanting to go to a baseball game? That is a shocker."

Sam shrugged. "Yeah, well. What time is your flight?"

"In a couple hours."

Shane came back into the room and looked at Sam. "I'm going to go check us out." She nodded.

Turning to Amy, she sighed. "This is going to be a fun day."


They dropped Matt off at the airport- he had a house show in Denver- and continued on to San Diego. Shane drove and Amy navigated. Everything was quiet until Sam's cell started ringing. "Hello?"

"Hey Sam, it's Randy."

She smiled. "Hey, Randy, what's up?"

"Not too much. Dave's driving to the hotel, so I thought I'd give you a call."

"It's good to hear that talking to me is better than talking to Dave."

He chuckled. "A little better, I guess."

"Gee, thanks." Shane rolled his eyes at her happy tone, and Amy noticed but didn't say anything. "So when will you be at the hotel?"

"I think about 20 minutes. You?"

She covered the phone and yelled up to Amy. "Amers, when do you think we'll be at the hotel?"

She looked down at the map. "Probably about an hour or so."

"Thanks." She uncovered the mouthpiece and answered Randy. "About an hour. Do you guys want to watch Smackdown with us tonight?" When she heard that, Amy looked over and could see the anger on Shane's face.

"Yeah, that would be cool. I can call you a little before that so I can find out what room you're in."

"That works. I'l talk to you later then."

"OK, bye Sam."

"Bye Randy." She snapped her phone shut and sat up as Shane pulled into the reststop. They all got out, and Shane pulled Amy aside before she could follow Sam into the restroom.

"I cannot believe she is going out with him."

She looked down. "You know about that?"

"Yeah, I know about that. You wanna know what else I know alot about?"

She sighed. "Do I really want to?"

He pulled the ringbox out of his pocket and shoved it at her. "Buying a ring because I was disillusioned for a couple hours."

She opened the box and gasped. "Oh, God Shane." She looked up at him. "You bought the same ring."

"I knew she would love it. I am an idiot."

She put her hand on his arm. "Shane, you are not an idiot. Obviously you didn't tell Sam how you feel." He shook his head. "Then you can't expect much."

"She should know how she feels."

Amy held up her hands. "Whoa. Shane, you just realized it yourself. It will probably take her awhile. Honestly though, I think she's in denial." She tried kidding with him, but he would have none of that.

"Right Amy." He turned and walked back to the car. Sam came out a moment later, and they got back on the road.


They arrived at the hotel an hour later. They checked in and took their luggage up, before returning below to the restaurant. It was 7:30 by the time they were finished, so Sam decided to call Randy.


"Hey Randy, its Sam. I just wanted to let you know that we're in 306."

"OK, Sam, I'll be up in a bit."

"Dave's not coming?"

"No, he's pretty tired, so he said he's gonna take a nap."

"Alright, see you soon then."

"Bye Sam." She looked to Shane and Amy. "Do we need anything before the show starts?"

Amy shrugged. "It probably wouldn't hurt to go get some snacks."

Sam nodded. "Sounds good. Do you want to come with us Shane?"

"No, you guys know what I like." He handed her the keys.

"OK." With that, Amy and Sam left for the local Wal-Mart, and Shane headed back up to the room.


Sam was pushing the cart down the aisle while Amy tossed stuff in. "Amers, do we really need 4 kinds of pop?"

"Variety is a good thing Sam."

"You just can't decide can you?"

"Nope." They giggled. Amy cleared her throat. "There is something I wanted to talk to you about though."


"Why are you going out with Randy?"

She sighed. "He's a nice guy, Amy. We've been through this before."

"I know, I just thought...well...I dunno."

"You're still holding out hope for me and Shane aren't you."

"Was that a statement or a question?"

"A statement, because I know you. And it's not going to happen."


Sam and Amy got back to the hotel to find Randy and Shane sitting quietly in the room. Sam was thinking about what Amy said. 'What is it with everyone thinking that Shane and I belong together?' She shook her head to clear her thoughts, and walked over to Randy. He stood and gave her a hug.

"Hey brat."

"Whatever Randy. Don't you know yourself?"

He grinned suggestively. "Yep. Do you know me?"

She smacked his shoulder. "I did NOT mean it like that. I meant that you are the brat."

"Sure ya didn't mean it that way." He laughed and sat back down on the bed. Amy had gotten a double since it was the three of them, and Sam sat down next to Shane per usual, until Amy quietly cleared her throat. Sam got the hint, and went over to Randy on the other bed, while Amy sat with Shane. It was a pretty normal show, and Sam walked with Randy back to his room when it was over. He took her hand as they were walking down the hall. 'Huh,' she thought. 'This feels so different than when I hold Shane's hand. This doesn't fit right.' Randy stopped when they got to his door, but didn't let go of Sam's hand. Instead he started rubbing the back of it with his thumb.

"I had a really good time Sam."

"So did I."

"I guess I'll see you at the show tomorrow night?"

She nodded. "Yep." He leaned down and kissed her cheek.

"Goodnight Sam."

"Night Randy." She wasn't paying attention as she walked back to her room, and bumped into someone rounding the corner. "Ouch!" She rubbed her head. "I am so sorry-" She looked down to see Ronnie on the ground. "oh. Hey."

"Hi Sam. I wasn't really watching where I was going."

"Neither was I. Sorry about that."

"No big deal."

"OK." Akward silence. "Well, I really should get back."

"Yeah, you wouldn't want to keep Shane waiting."

"Excuse me?"

Ronnie smirked. "Aren't you two together? You seem awful close."

"I don't have to explain it to you, but I will. He is my best friend. Yes, we are close. Understand?"

"What I understand, little girl, is that you have an attitude problem."

"Well, what I understand is that you are a two-faced bitch. So if you'll excuse me." She moved to step around her and Ronnie grabbed her arm.

"I'm the bitch? Look at yourself Sam. There you are, gallavanting around with Randy, when Shane is so obviously in love with you. Flaunting Randy in front of him makes you the bitch."

Sam rolled her eyes. "You don't know what you're talking about Ronnie. Get a life."


"Good morning, San Diego. I am Chris Donucci, your host for..." Sam slapped the snoze button and rolled over. It had been an interesting night. She got back to the room to find Amy reading in her bed, and Shane asleep in their's. She changed into her pj's and climbed into bed, but Shane didn't reach for her as usual. She tried to ignore it and go to sleep, but was finding it hard to without being in his arms. She finally did fall asleep about four hours before the alarm went off. When it came on again ten minutes later, Sam gave in and got up. She was alone in the room, and found a note on the table. It was from Amy saying that she and Shane had gone to the gym and would meet her her for an early lunch in the lobby at 12. She looked at the clock. It was only 10:30, which meant they couldn't have left that long ago. She threw on a sweatshirt and went to find them. She walked into the gym in the middle of their conversation.

"Shane, why would you go back out with her? You know what happened last time. I thought you were never going to date after that. And actually, you hardly have."

"Look, Amy, I can do what I want." He looked up to see Sam standing by the door. "Hey."

"Morning." She waited for him to explain, but he didn't, and she wasn't going to ask. "What time do we have to be at the arena?"

"By 12."

'Great,' she thought. 'Another fabulous day this is going to be'


Chapter Fourteen

They arrived at the arena at noon. Sam and Amy went to the womens' locker room, and Shane went to the guys'. The show was nothing out of the ordinary, and they returned to the hotel shortly after. Amy and Sam rented a movie while Shane went out for a drink with Rico. When he returned, Shane still didn't want to talk to Sam, so she didn't push.


When she woke up on Saturday, Sam had butterflies in her stomach. Her date with Randy was after the show, and she wasn't sure what to expect. She sat up and looked over at Amy's bed, but no one was there. 'Two mornings in a row they are both gone,' she thought to herself. She got dressed and went down to the restaurant, where she found Amy having breakfast with Jeff, who had arrived earlier that morning. She sat down next to them.

"Good morning." She reached for a bagel.

"Mownisnd Sshaetz" Jeff said with his mouthful. He swallowed and tried again. "Morning Sweets."

Sam laughed. "Much better the second time." She took a bite of her bagel and set it down. "Amy, Shane never came back to the room last night, did he?"

Amy shook her head. "I don't think he did."

"Weird. Guess I'll have to talk to him later." They were just finishing as Shane walked up to the table, still wearing the clothes from the night before. Sam raised her eyebrows. "Long night Shane?"

"Don't start Sam. I'll be ready to leave for the arena in 20 minutes." He turned and went to the elevators. True to his word, he came back downstairs dressed and ready 20 minutes later. The ride to the arena was pretty quiet, and Shane left them as soon as they arrived. Sam found a quiet corner to work in, while Amy and Jeff went to their respective locker rooms. Sam was typing on her laptop when Randy came up behind her and tapped her shoulder.

"Hey Sam."

She turned and grinned. "Hey Randy."

He shoved his hands in his pockets and rocked back and forth nervously. "So, what time should I come by your room?"

"I'll be ready by 5."

"Sounds good." He leaned down and kissed her cheek. "See you then."

Sam was smiling as Randy walked away. She finished the little work she had left and met Amy by the exit. When Shane and Jeff showed up a few minutes later, they all went to the car and rode back to the hotel. Jeff came up to their room and asked Amy, "Do you wanna catch a movie or something tonight?"

She nodded. "That sounds fine. Do you wanna come Shane?"

Shane shook his head. "No, thanks, I've got plans."

"OK." Amy had a distraught look on her face, but said nothing else.

Jeff cleared his throat. "So I'll go change and come back, and we should make the 5 o'clock showing of whatever we decide to see."

"I'll be ready when you get back," Amy replied. Shane just grabbed a sweatshirt and left the room. Sam shook her head and turned to Amy.

"I need to find out what is wrong with him."

"Later." Amy shook her head. "Right now you need to get ready for your date."

Sam giggled. "Yes I do. Can you look through my stuff and pick out some things while I'm in the shower?"

"Of course." Amy started rifling through Sam's suitcase, and when she emerged from the shower 15 minutes later, Amy had 4 possible outfits spread out on the beds.

Sam stared at them. "Should I try them all on, or just pick?"

Amy looked at the clock. "It might be better to just pick one, you only have about 45 minutes."

"That is so not enough time." She sighed. "OK, we're going to a pretty fancy restaurant, so no pants. That nixes the first one." She pointed to the bed, where Amy had laid out khakis and a short sleeved polo. "What about that short black skirt," she pointed to the other bed, "with that top?" She pointed to the pale pink short sleeved button down next to the khakis.

Amy nodded thoughtfully. "Yeah, that could work, with your black sandals."

Sam nodded. "Good, that's finished. I just need to do my hair and makeup and I'll be set." SHe went back into the bathroom and came out half an hour later with her hair straightened and makeup finished.

Amy laughed. "Just go like that and Randy will be thrilled." Sam looked down. Though the rest of her was ready, she was still wearing her towel.

"I bet he would." Amy turned around and Sam quickly threw her clothes on. Amy turned back around. "Well?"

"Randy won't know what hit him." There was a knock at the door, and Amy went to answer it. "Hey Randy, come on in."

"Thanks Amy." He saw Sam standing in the corner. "Wow, you look great."

She smiled, blushing slightly. "Thanks. You look pretty good yourself." She picked up her purse and walked to the door. "See you later Amy." Randy grabbed her hand and opened the door.

"Bye guys, have a good time."

Randy grinned. "We will."


Randy pulled up at the restaurant and gave the valet guy his keys. Sam's door was opened by another parking attendant and she got out. She and Randy walked in, and were immediately greeted by a maitre'd.

"Good evening, my name is Paul. How can I help you?"

"Hi, I had a reservation for Orton?"

Paul looked down. "Ah, yes, Mr. Orton. Right this way." He led them over to a table with a wonderful view of the city. "Josh will be your server this evening, and he will be right with you." As soon as he turned from their table Randy laughed. Sam gave him a strange look.

"Im sorry Sam, its just been a long time since I've been to a place like this."

She smiled. "I understand. The last time I was at a place like this was when Shane and I went out for my 21st birthday. I'm really much more casual."

"OK. Next time the Big Macs are on me." They both laughed.

"Sounds good." Their waiter came over and sat down menus.

"Good evening, my name is Josh and I'll be your server tonight. Can I start you off with a drink?"

Sam looked at the menu. "Water is fine with me."

Randy nodded. "I'll have water too, thanks." Josh nodded and left to get their drinks. Randy cleared his throat. "So, how's work going?"

"Eh, it's ok. Since it's near the end of the month I have a lot of expense reports to do. It should be easier next month though, because I'll have my own system to go by, not Stacy's."

"I'm so glad you replaced her. She wasn't the nicest person to work with." He reached across the table and grabbed her hand. "But you're much better."

She blushed. "It's not so bad working with you either." Josh came back and set down their waters.

"Were you ready to order?"

"Uh, sure." Sam smiled and picked up her menu. Of course she hadn;t looked at it yet, but ordered the first thing she saw. "I think I would like the Chicken Alfredo and a small salad with Ranch please." He finished writing and took her menu.

"And you sir?"

Randy slowly shook his head. "I think I'll just have the same, thanks." Josh took the other menu and left. Randy looked at Sam. "It had better be good Sam, or it will be your fault."

Her eyes widened in feigned shock. "My fault? Why?" She giggled. "I'm sure it will be fine." Randy just smiled. "So, what's new with you?"

"Nothing much. Just working, training, traveling. Exciting."

"Very. You still have occassional rehab on the foot, right?" Randy had broken his foot a few months before that.

"Usually just when I'm back home. They have this program in my gym that incorporates rehab exercises into your fitness routine."

"That's sort of different."

He took a sip of water and nodded. "Nice though, I don't have to go to different places to get it all done." Josh came back and set down their plates.

Randy picked up a bite and gave Sam a look. "Better be good." he mumbled.

Sam laughed. "Randy, do you have a thing against pasta?"

"Nope." He took a bite. "It is fabulous." Sam picked up some from her plate.

"Excellent." They continued eating, with light conversation throughout the meal. After paying the bill they went out to the parking lot. Randy handed the attendant his tag. Sam was shivering, so he put his coat around her shoulders.

She smiled up at him. "You really can be a gentleman."

"Of course I can. Just don't tell anybody."

"Yeah, wouldn't want your reputation ruined." The car was brought around and Randy opened her door. "Thanks," she said and got in. Randy got in the drivers side and they drove back to the hotel. He walked her to the door, where they both stopped. He grabbed her hand.

"I had a good time, Sam."

"So did I Randy, thank you." He nodded. He leaned down and kissed her. Sam smiled when he pulled away. "Goodnight Randy."

"'Night Sam. I'll call you tomorrow."

"Ok. Bye." He turned and walked down the hall. Sam reached into her purse, but couldn't find her roomcard. SHe walked down to Jeff's room and knocked, hoping he and Amy would be back. Amy answered a moment later.

"Hey Sam, how did it go?"

"It was nice. Good conversation, good food. I'm glad you're here though, I forgot my room card."

"Here." Amy handed Sam her card. "So, did he kiss you?"



"And...it was ok."

"No foot pop?"

Sam shook her head. "Or fireworks."


"Yeah, well, it could still happen." Amy gave her a doubtful look. "It could. I'm going to go get some ice cream from downstairs and see if I can get Shane to watch a sappy movie with me when he gets back. Thanks for the card." Amy nodded, and hoped Sam would wait awhile before going back to the room. She wouldn't be happy by what she saw.


Sam walked back to the room carrying a bag with a carton of ice cream, two bowls, and two spoons. She opened the door to see Shane's head against the back of the couch and the glow of the TV as the only light in the room. On it was one of Sam's favorite movies, 'Object of My Affection.' "Hey Shane. Boy am I glad you're here and that movie is on. I think we should talk about everything that-" She rounded the corner of the couch and was amazed to see Ronnie snuggled up next to Shane. "What the hell is she doing here?"

Chapter Fifteen

Shane looked up at her, and Sam was shocked to see the cold look in his eyes. "My girlfriend and I are trying to watch a movie. Is that okay with you?"

"Of course it is. Whatever you want to do Shane." Sam said very softly. Ronnie was smirking at the hurt expression on Sam's face, and couldn't resist butting in.

"That's what he wants to do. And it probably would be better if you stayed somewhere else tonight, if you know what I mean."

Sam could only nod. After she thought for a moment, she answered. "I actually have a flight to catch in a few hours, so I'll just finish packing and then I'll go."

"Good." Sam grabbed a pair of jeans and a t-shirt and went to the bathroom to change. She came out and walked over to her bed. She threw everything in it that she had out, and left the room without another word. Ronnie sighed happily and snuggled closer to Shane, not noticing he wasn't paying attention to her. He was too busy watching his soul walk out the door.


Sam knocked on Jeff's door for the second time that night. Again, Amy answered. "She was still there, huh?"

Sam walked in and nodded. "Yeah." She whirled around. "Wait a second, you knew and you didn't tell me?"

Amy was nervously chewing her bottom lip. "I didn't know how Sam."

Sam just sighed. "I understand. It's just so sudden. I ran into her in the hall Thurday night, and she said something about me being a bitch because I was flaunting Randy in front of Shane, because she thinks Shane is in love with me. Then tonight, she's snuggled up with him on the couch where I should be? SHE is the bitch."

Amy was trying to understand everything Sam had said. "OK, let me get this straight. Ronnie called you a bitch because she thinks that you flaunt Randy around in front of Shane?" Sam nodded. "And she thinks that Shane is in love with you?"

"Yeah. How crazy is that?" Amy could only nod. "So instead of trying to get another room I'm just going to get an earlier flight. Could you take me to the airport?"

"Of course." Sam nodded and took her cellphone and went out on the balcony to call the airport. Jeff, who was in the bathroom, came out and Amy explained everything that was going on. He sighed.

"When are they going to figure it out?"

Amy shook her head. "Soon, I hope."


Sam was able to get a flight that left at 12:30 AM, which would put her in Stamford at 10 the next morning with the time difference. She dozed through most of the flight and took a cab to Titan Towers. She walked in and up to the front desk. Janice, the weekend receptionist, was on the phone and just handed her a stack of messages. Sam got to her office and started leafing through them. "Max from Fox Sports about Jericho on Best Damn, Steve from CBS about Jericho on Craig Kilborn...why is Jericho the only guy on Tv lately?" She finished sorting them out and made her list to call everyone back tomorrow. She worked quietly for a couple of hours, finishing all of the expense reports for the month and booking flights for the next week. She printed out all of the confirmation numbers for her guys' flights, stuffed everything in her briefcase, and locked up her office. She dropped off the expense reports with Janice, who promised to get them to Accounting before she left, and met the cab she had called for outside.
Her flight left at 4, which would put her in Raliegh around 6, and to Shane's parents by 7. She got to the airport and settle on the plane rather quickly. After landing, she took another cab to Shane's parents, and was warmly greeted by his mother Liz.

"Hi there sweetie." Liz said, grabbing Sam up in a hug.

Sam hugged her back. "Hi Mom. How are you?"

"I'm just fine honey, how are you?"

Sam shrugged. "Alright, I guess. I need to stash my luggage somewhere though, I came right from the airport."

Liz nodded. "So did Shane...and Ronnie." She said that last part a little distastefully, as she had never liked Ronnie, and especially not after what she did to Shane.

"Ronnie's here?" Sam groaned. "Maybe I should just go home."

"No, now you can't do that. Just ignore her. I know I will." They both laughed and walked into the house.


Sam went to freshen up and came back downstairs to find everyone already seated. When Blake, Shane's dad, saw Sam, he stood up to give her a hug. "Hi there sweetheart."

"Hey Dad." Sam sat down next to Shane's brother Adam and sister-in-law Lisa. "Hey loser," she said to Adam. He rolled his eyes before retorting. "Hey bimbo." She smirked and hugged Lisa. "Hey girl."

"Hey Sam." Sam looked over at Shane and Ronnie. "Hey."

"Sam." Shane's reponse was a bit chilly, and Ronnie's was non-existent. The meal was delicious, as they usually were when Liz cooked, and they all sat in quiet conversation after. Liz stood up to start taking dishes into the kitchen, and Sam followed her. Though it sounded weird, Sam enjoyed helping Liz with the dishes. It gave them a chance to have a little girl talk. Sam's mother had died when she was very young, and for a long time she didn't have that type of guidance and comfort. She had it now in Liz, and enjoyed it often. Liz turned on the water and started filling the sink.

"Sam, honey, will you tell me what happened with that punch now please?"

"I can't stall any longer?" Liz gave her a stern look. "OK, ok. David and I broke up on Sunday. We had plans to hang out in California this week, but he made other arrangements instead. He actually flew out here to talk with me, but he said some things I didn't like, and I dumped him. So he shows up Monday in Houston at the club trying to drag me out of there, but Shane would have none of that. They shoved a little back and forth, and I got in the middle just as David was getting ready to hit Shane. So it was really my own fault."

Liz tisked. "That is horrible. Where does Ronnie fit into all of this?"

Sam sighed. "Ronnie is the newest Diva, as I'm sure you saw on Monday." Liz nodded. "It was very weird. As soon as I told Shane that I had a date with Randy, he started getting all pissy with me. And then, I get back to the hotel room to find him curled up with her on the couch, when 24 hours earlier he couldn't stand her. I don't get it." Liz got it, but couldn't say anything. They needed to figure it out on their own.

"Did you have a good time with Randy?"

Sam shrugged. "Yeah, it was ok. This is hard to explain, but when Randy held my hand, it was like it didn't fit. I hold Shane's hand, and it is so comfortable. And while I was relaxed around Randy, it was nowhere near the level of comfort I have, or had, with Shane. He was so cold last night. I didn't even know what to say, he was like a different person."

"He's around Ronnie, Sam. You know that's how he was after everything happened with her, and obviously it wasn't all resolved. Give him time, he'll come around."

Sam stuck the last plate in the dish drainer. "I hope so, Mom. I hope so."


Sam didn't stay at the Helms' much longer. She called Amy to come pick her up, and they rode back to the house in silence. Sam took a shower and went to bed, even though WWE was back on the East Coast, having completed their most recent West Coast run the past weekend, and she only had a short flight the next day. She woke up around 9 the next morning, and packed a small bag. The flight didn't leave until 12, and Matt wasn't coming over until 11. She went downstairs and found Amy in the living room.

"Morning Amers."

Amy looked up. "Hey Sam, good morning. Are we a little more talkative today?"

Sam plopped down next to her on the couch. "I'm sorry about that, I Was just thinking about some stuff Mom said."

Amy waved her hand. "Don't worry about it. How was dinner?"

"Fabulous as usual. The company was lacking a bit, though."

Amy looked confused. "Why?"

"Shane brough Ronnie over."

"He what?"

"Yeah. It's like he is purposely shoving her down my throat when he knows I can't stand her. And I'm assuming she is going to be traveling with him now, which means with us. I was really excited about getting to room with him, but now I guess I'll be getting singles."

"Or we can make Jeff room with someone else, and we can get a double." They both giggled.

"I like that idea." They watched TV for awhile until Matt showed up right at 11 with Jeff in tow.

"Hey guys." Matt said, and came over to give Amy a kiss.

"Hey Matt, hey Jeff." Sam looked at Jeff. "I thought you were flying out later."

"Nah, changed my mind." Jeff, Amy, and Sam were going to Orlando for Monday Night Raw, while Matt was going to Tampa for a Smackdown houseshow.

Matt answered Sam's next, unspoken question. "Shane and Ronnie are meeting us there." She nodded, and got up to grab her things. They locked up the house and left for the airport, making it there in about a half hour thanks to little traffic. Shane and Ronnie were already buckled in when Jeff, Any, and Sam boarded. They said a general hello to everyone, and went back to their conversation. Sam pulled out a book and settled in for the 2 hour flight.


Amy and Sam went straight to the arena, while Jeff rode with Ronnie and Shane back to their hotel. Sam ran into Vince McMahon as soon as she walked through the door.

"Hi vince."

He smiled warmly. "Hi Sam. Finished plans for tonight are up on the bulletin board, if you want to go take a look."

"Ok, thanks." He nodded and continued down the hall. Amy had went to find Trish, so Sam walked over to the production area. She looked up at the board to find the details for tonight's segments. She was scheduled to do a pretape with Eric Bischoff in an hour. She was also to escort Randy to the ring tonight, as he had a match against Shane. Randy was supposed to kiss her after she checked on him in the ring when Ronnie attacked him after Shane won the match. She quickly memorized everything and went to find Eric.


(Opening scene of Monday Night Raw- Footage from last week of Samantha Hardy threatening to not let the talent compete)

"Well, King, that certainly was interesting last week. The newest talent manager for the RAW superstars, Samantha Hardy, has threatened RAW GM Eric Bischoff with refusing to let the wrestlers compete."

"I think it was the stupidest thing she could have done JR. You don't piss of Eric Bischoff."

"The tide may just be turning King. I don't think you want to piss off Samantha Hardy."

"It looks like we're about to find out about that JR." The camera cut to Sam's office. A knock sounded at the door.

"Come in!" Sam yelled, but didn't look up when the door opened. Eric just stood there until she did. She sighed when she saw him. "What do you want, Bischoff?"

"I'll be direct here Sam. I want a guarantee that you won't use that clause. I need the superstars, Sam. Without them, I could be fired. What do you say?"

She laughed. "I say you need to grovel a bit more first." The crowd was cheering. "Come on Eric, I'm waiting."

He looked put off. "I do not grovel."

She shrugged. "Then you do not have a show."

"I won't grovel Sam, but I will do this. How would you like a match with Lila Banks next week here on RAW."

Sam shook her head. "I don't wrestle anymore Eric, and you know it."

"But you know how. You grew up with Jeff Hardy, how could you not know how?"

"I didn't say that I didn't know how, I just don't anymore. But nice try." She looked back down to her papers.

He sighed. "Fine. A no DQ match."


"Fine, any kind of match, anything you want."

She thought for a minute. "OK. I won't use the clause, if you authorize a no-holds barred streetfight for next week. I wanna beat her ass Eric, much more than I want to mess with you."

Eric looked impressed. "You have a grudge against her, don't you?"

"You could say that."

He nodded. "Alright then, you've got it. Next week, live on RAW, a no-holds barred streetfight with Lila Banks. Should be a good one."

The camera went back to JR and King at the commentating table. JR spoke first. "There you have it folks, next week, live here on RAW, a street fight between Sam Hardy and Lila Banks."

"Do you think we'll get to see some new puppies, JR?"

JR rolled his eyes. "King, is that all you ever think about?" He nodded, and JR continued. "Anyways, folks, out first match tonight..."

Sam was standing in the back watching the monitor, when Randy came up beside her. "Hey Sam."

"Hi Randy. How much time do we have?"

"45 minutes." She nodded and went to change. She saw Ronnie in the locker room, but ignored her until she walked over.

"I'm looking forward to our match next week Sam."

Sam smirked. "So am I Ronnie. I've wanted to beat your ass for a long time." She walked past her and out the door. She met Randy at the gorilla position, and they made their way down to the ring when his music came on.

Shane's music came on and he and Ronnie walked down to the ring, and the match began. Ronnie and Sam glared at each other throughout the match, and after Shane pinned Randy, Ronnie climbed in and took a few shots at Randy. Sam climbed in and went after her, but Shane pulled her back so Ronnie could get out of the ring. Shane let her go and followed Ronnie up the ramp. Sam went over to Randy and out her hands on his face. The cameras moved in closer to catch their words.

"Are you okay Randy?"

He sat up next to Sam. "Yeah, I'm ok." They just kind of smiled at each other, and he leaned in and softly kissed her, with the loud cheering of the crowd in the background. The show went to commercial, and Sam and Randy got out of the ring and went to the back. Jeff and Amy met her at the locker room door. Jeff spoke first.

"You looked good out there Sweets."

She gave a small smile. "Thanks Jeffers. Are we going out tonight, or just back to the hotel?"

Amy looked over to Randy. "Well, if the two of you want to come with the group, we're just hitting a club."

Randy shrugged. "Sounds good." He looked over to Sam, who nodded.

"Count me in."

Chapter Sixteen

The VIP area of the club they went to was being monopolized by the WWE superstars, so Sam and Randy dropped their stuff off and went down to the dance floor. They were slow dancing when Shane and Ronnie walked in but Sam was facing away from the door, so she didn't see them. This also meant she missed the stricken expression on Shane's face when he saw her in Randy's arms, but he quickly regained his composure. Randy however, did notice. The song ended, and Justin Timberlake's 'Rock YOur Body' came on. Ronnie pulled Shane pver by Sam and Randy, and they started dancing. Sam danced with Randy for another minute before excusing herself. SHe walked up to their table and grabbed Amy, dragging her to the bathroom.

Sam slammed the door behind them and started pacing. "Did you see what they were doing?" Amy didn't need to ask who 'they' were. "That was not dancing. That was...it was....just wrong! They were like having sex on the dance floor!"

"It wasn't THAT bad Sam."

Sam glared at her. "Whose side are you on here Amy?"

"Are you four now Sam? I'm not on anyone's side. Do you want to know what I really think?" Sam nodded. "Honestly, I think you both need to grow up and see what's right in front of you."


Sam left the club shortly after her talk with Amy. Randy drove her to the airport since she was flying back to Stamford. She had appointments with several of the higher-ups int the WWE, as well as apartment building managers. She had yet to find an apartment, and with as much time as she would be spending in Connecticut, she knew it was a necessity. She got a little sleep on the flight, and hailed a cab to take her to the office. When she walked in she was greeted by the weekday receptionist Megan, and handed her messages.

"I was just here on Sunday. How many messages could I possibly have?" Megan just laughed and went back to her phone call. Sam went to her office and unlocked it. She was surprised to see a bouquet of flowers sitting on her desk, along with a note, which she read first. It said: "Sam- Sorry I had to break into your office, but I wanted you to see these right away! Linda." Sam opened the card, and a smile grew across her face. It said: "Sam- I had a wonderful time with you Saturday night. I would love to do it again sometime. Randy"

"Those are beautiful." Sam jumped and turned around to see Shane McMahon standing in the doorway.

"Hi Shane. They are, aren't they?"

He smiled. "From Randy?" She nodded. "He is such a suck up."

"Whatever Shane."

"Anyways, I called Mike over at Glenview, and he had a nice place he wanted you to check out sometime this week."

Sam looked doubtful. "Is it really a nice place, or does he just want to get rid of it?"

"Marissa said it was nice too, her sister lives in that building."

"Ok then, I'll give him a call. Thanks Shane."

"Your welcome Sam. I'll talk to you later."

"OK, bye." He left, and she shut the door behind him. She picked up the phone and called Megan at the front desk. "Megan, it's Sam. Could you hold all my calls please? I have a lot to get done."


Sam was able to get ahold of Mike, and she went to see the apartment that afternoon. She loved it, and had signed a six month lease. She would be moving in the next week. As she was sitting back at her desk, her cell rang.


"Hey cutie, it's Randy."

"Hey Randy, what's up?"

"Not too much. I know you're busy, but I wanted to ask you a question."

"OK, but first I Want to thank you for the flowers. They are so beautiful."

"So are you."

"Now I'm blushing Randy." She really was.

"OK, OK. What I wanted to ask was if you would be interested in going on a double date this weekend?"

"Sure. Who with?"

"Shane and Ronnie. I know that Shane's your best friend, so I'd like to get to know him better."

Sam wasn't thrilled. "I don't know, Randy..."

"I was really hoping you said yes. Ronnie and I talked about it at the airport earlier, and I though it sounded like fun."

"Tons," she said dryly. "If you really want to we can."

"I do. Plus, we'll be in St. Louis, so you can meet my parents."

"I've already met them, but I wouldn't mind seeing them again."

"Great, it's settled. I'll talk to you later then."

"Bye Randy." She shut her phone and sighed. "Yeah, it sounds just great."


Sam worked through Tuesday and most of Wednesday, before flying home that afternoon. Amy picked her up at the airport and they went home to pack. The next morning Sam came downstairs to find Shane and Ronnie sitting in the living room.

"Hi. What are you guys doing here?"

Ronnie rolled her eyes. "Apparently we're riding with you to the airport. Is that ok with you?"

"It's fine." Sam walked by without saying anything else. Amy was in the kitchen, so Sam stopped in there. "Why are they going to the airport with us?"

Amy shrugged. "Why not?"

"OK. I must still be asleep. Why else would you be saying why not?" She pinched herself on the arm. "Damn!"

"Sam, you need to be grown up about this, alright? Besides, they probably won't be together much longer anyways." Not if Amy had anything to do with it. It was becoming quite obvious to everyone how Sam and Shane really felt about each other. Amy hoped that by pushing them together, one of them would break and admit it.

"I am grown up. And right now I am a grown up who is going to stomp up the stairs to her room and pick up her bags. Then this grown up is going to stomp back down the stairs and sit at this table and pout until we leave. Does that work?" They were both trying not to laugh.

"Yeah, that works." Sam did go upstairs to grab her bags, and Jeff was waiting when she came back down.


"I guess."


The flight took about three hours, so they landed in St. Louis around 3:00 (central time). Randy picked everyone up at the airport, and took them to the hotel. Sam, who was rooming with Amy, dropped her stuff off because she and Randy were going to see his parents. She was feeling a littel nervous as he pulled up in front of the house, but as soon as they walked in, her nervousness disappeared.

Randy grabbed her hand and pulled her in the living room. "Hello? Is anyone here?" His mom came down the stairs.

"Hi there sweetie," she said, hugging Randy. She let him go and embraced Sam. "Hi Sam, it's good to see you again."

"It's nice to see you too Mrs. Orton."

Cindy shook her head. "None of that now, dear. It's Cindy and you know it."

"OK, Cindy." They smiled. Randy's dad walked in the room and hugged them both.

"Randy, Sam. How are you two doing?"

"Great dad."

"Pretty good, thank you Mr.....Bob."

He chuckled. "Bob is right little lady. Although Mr. Bob has an interesting ring to it."

"Well now I have to call you Mr. Bob."

"You do that." They were interrupted by Randy's sister Becky slamming the front door.

"Sam, I am so glad you are here."

Sam went to Becky and gave her a hug. "Why is that?"

"I have a huge French project due...soon....and could really use your help." Sam had minored in French in college, and she had helped Becky with her French several times before.

"Is soon like tomorrow?"

Becky grinned sheepishly. "Maybe."

Sam laughed. "I'm sure I can help."

Randy stuck out his lower lip. "But I thought you were going to spend time with me?" He started batting his eyebrows.

"Randy, that is pathetic."

He shrugged. "I know. I'll catch up with mom and dad while you guys work on that." She nodded, and her and Becky went into the kitchen, where Becky started spreading out everything they would need.

"OK, Beck, what do you need help with?"


"Please tell me you're wrong and that doesn't mean alot?"

"Nope. But mostly all I need from you are some translations."

"Alright, shoot..."


Randy and Sam were in his truck three hours and one finished French project later. "So, did you do the whole project for her?"

"Pas du tout, monsieur."

He groaned. "Do not even start that with me Sam. I do not speak French. Hell, I barely speak English."

"You butcher the English language Randy."

"And I do it well." They pulled up in front of the hotel and got out. They walked upstairs and stopped in front of her room. "So, I was thinking I could pick you up around 6?"

"That's fine. We're just doing the standard dinner and a movie?"

"Yeah, I know this excellent Mexican place. Definitely more casual than before."

She smiled. "Good. So I'll see you tomorrow?"

"Yep." He leaned down and kissed her. "Goodnight Sam."

"'Night Randy."


Amy and Sam spent the next day holed up in the hotel room working on Amy's list of people to be invited to the wedding. Around 4 'o clock, Sam threw her pen down and sighed. "No more."

Amy stretched. "I agree. Besides, don't you have a date to get ready for?"

"Don't you mean a double date?"


"Well, what are you going to wear?"

"The khakis and blue polo that I didn't wear on Saturday."

"Good choice."


Sam was ready to go when Randy knocked on the door at exactly 6. "Hey Randy. You look nice." And he did, in black slacks and a blue button down shirt.

"And you look beautiful as always, Sam. Ready?"


He grabbed her hand as they walked down the hallway. "Shane and Ronnie are meeting us in the lobby.

"Did you decide on a movie?"

He shook his head. "I thought we would decide over dinner."

"Oh." Sam stopped when they entered the doorway. Shane looked great. He had on an almost identical outfit to Randy, but Sam thought it looked much better on Shane. Randy noticed her staring, but didn't say anything. Shane and Ronnie walked over to them.

"Are we ready to get going?" Ronnie asked them. Randy nodded and they went out to the car. The restaurant wasn't far from the hotel, so they were there in a few minutes. When Sam saw the place, she smiled.

"Mexican, huh? How did you know?"

Randy laughed. "I think Amy mentioned that you like it."

"Like it? I love it. Shane and I go to this one place back home at least once a week." Ronnie's face narrowed when she heard that. She hated the idea that Sam and Shane had spent so much time together.

Randy reached over and grabbed her hand. "We'll have to go there sometime."

"Sure." They walked in and were immediately taken to a booth in the corner. After the waitress left with their orders, there was an akward silence. Randy tried to break it.

"So, is there any particular movie anyone wants to see?"

Ronnie was playing with her fingernails, looking bored. "Not really. We probably won't watch much of the movie anyways." She smiled over at Shane, who had a stern look on his face. Sam rolled her eyes before answering Randy.

"I'm game for almost anything."

"Anything, huh?" He gave her a sexy smile, but Shane interrupted before she could say anything.

"I guarantee she won't sit through 'Anger Management'." Randy turned to Sam, surprised.


She slowly nodded her head. "I'm not a Jack Nicholson fan." She looked up to see Shane staring at her. Their eyes briefly locked, before she looked away.

Ronnie stood. "I'm going to the ladies room before the food gets here." Randy stood up also.

"I think I will too. The guys room though, of course." He smiled as they both walked away. Sam and Shane sat there in silence, before she broke it.

"Shane, I don't understand why you're mad at me."

"Who said I was mad?"

She smiled softly. "You didn't have to. I can see it. And I don't get it."

He sighed. "Look Sam, I'm not mad. I just realized that we were getting too attached to each other. I'm glad that you're with Randy, and that Ronnie and I are back together. We needed to branch out."

She looked him square in the eye. "No, we didn't." She was saved from explaining by Randy returning. He noticed the looks Sam and Shane were giving each other, and tried to ignore them. Ronnie soon returned, and the food arrived. It was quiet for a few minutes while everyone was eating.

"So, did we pick a movie?" Ronnie asked.

"I'm not really in the mood for a movie," Shane said quietly.

"Me either," Sam agreed. They finished eating, and went out to the parking lot. "Randy, I'm really not feeling well. Can I take a raincheck on the movie?"

"Of course Sam." He looked to Shane and Ronnie. "Do you just want to go back to the hotel?" They both nodded, so that's what Randy did. He got out with Sam to walk her up, but she stopped him.

"You don't have to walk me up, Randy." She kissed his cheek. "I'll call you tomorrow." He nodded and got back in the car, waiting until they got inside to drive off. Sam walked upstairs with Shane and Ronnie. She yawned as she approached her door. "Goodnight."

"'Night Sam," Shane said. Ronnie just ignored her and kept on walking. Sam sighed and opened the door. She found Amy sitting on the couch in her pajamas.

"Let me get my pj's on and I'll join ya." She looked at the television screen. "What's on?"

"My Best Friend's Wedding."

"I can't believe I didn't know that."

"Me either." Sam just shook her head and went into the bathroom. She came out wearing a tee shirt and flannel shorts. She grabbed a sweatshirt and a blanket before settling in next to Amy. She pulled the sweatshirt on and caught the scent from it. "Mmm, smells good."

Amy looked at her. "Who did you steal that one from?" Sam had a penchence for "borrowing" clothes from Shane and her brothers.

"Shane." Amy shook her head. Sam looked miserable. It was so obvious how she felt. When would she admit it? Amy wouldn't have to wait too long to find that one out.

As the credits were rolling on the screen, Sam turned to Amy. "Amy, you like Randy, right?"

"Of course."

"But you like Shane more, huh?"

"I know Shane better. He's like a brother to me."

"Mmhhmm. Me too."

"Is he?"

"Yes. Well, no...not anymore. He hardly talks to me anymore Amy, and is killing me." By this time, Sam had pulled her knees up and laid her face against them, so Amy was having a hard time understanding her.

"What do you mean Sam?"

She raised her head slightly. "I miss talking to him, spending time with him. I miss the feeling of being in his arms, of holding his hand, just of looking at him. I feel this ache in my body every time I think of how he rejects me now, of how I lost him." She put her head back down.

"Sam, I am asking you this like this for a reason, ok? Because I think I know what the problem is." Sam nodded, so Amy continued. "Why do you think it hurts you like that so much?"

Sam shook her head against her knees. "I don't think anything, Amy, I know what the problem is."


Sam lifted her head and Amy could see the tears running down her face as she whispered her answer. "Because I'm in love with him."

Chapter Seventeen

That night was an interesting one for Sam. Her and Amy talked for awhile longer, before Sam tried to fall asleep. It was pointless, she knew, but she promised Amy she would try. They flew back to North Carolina early the next morning, and Amy dropped Sam off at home.

"Sam, are you sure its ok that I stay at Matt's?"

Sam got out of the car and grabbed her luggage. "Yes, Amy, it's fine. I better get used to it, right?" She tried to laugh.

"You know what I meant."

Sam sighed. "I do, and it's fine. I'll talk to you later." Amy waited until she got in the house before pulling away. She unpacked and sort of milled around the house before figuring out what she needed- the comfort only a parent can give.


Sam pulled up in front of the secluded ranch, and found the man she was looking for out front. "Hey daddy!" She walked up and gave her father a hug.

"Hey little girl. Wondered when you would be making an appearance."

She blushed and shrugged. "I've been pretty busy lately."

"With Randy?" She started shaking her head, but he continued. "I do use the internet, Sammie. Most of the things that mention it also say things about you and Shane. Not good things either."

"How in the hell do these people get that sort of information?"

"I'm not sure I want to know."

"Me either."

Gil finished moving the mulch around and stood. "What is really going on Sam?"

"Alot Daddy, alot." He put his arm around her shoulder and they started walking.

"Wanna talk about it?"

"Sort of, but not....well,...."

He nodded knowingly. "Not with me?"

"I'm sorry, but not really."

He shook his head. "Don't be sorry, Sam." He looked down at his watch. "Liz should be home."

She nodded. If anyone could make sense out of this, Liz could.


Liz was in the kitchen when Sam came in. She dried her hands off and gave her a hug. "Hey there, sweeite, didn't expect to see you so soon."

"Hey Mom. I just needed to talk."

"You have a seat in the den and I'll be right there." Sam went in and sat on the couch. Liz came in a few minutes later with two mugs of hot chocolate and a plate of cookies. She smiled when Sam laughed. "Comfort food, you know."

Sam nodded. "Of course." Liz got settled and looked at Sam.

"So, what's on your mind?"

Sam took a deep breath. "This isn't going to be very easy for me to say."

"That's alright, honey. Take your time."

"I'm in love with Shane." Liz took a sip of her drink and nodded.

"I knew that." Sam's jaw dropped.

"Did everyone but me know that? Amy said it last night, now you say it. God, even Ronnie said it. And then she went and hooked up with him."

Liz set her cup down. "Sam, it is very obvious how you feel about Shane. And it is quite obvious that he feels the same way. Talk to him, explain things. It will all work out."


Sam stayed and talked a bit longer. She drove home feeling refreshed, and she decided she would call Shane later in the afternoon. Sam was almost back to her house when her cell rang.


"Hey, its me."

"Hey Amers, what's going on?"

"Could you come over to Matt's? We kind of wanted to talk to you."

"Sure, be there in a few." She snapped her phone shut and turned around to go to Matt's. She pulled into the driveway of his newly completed home, and was met by Matt.

"Hey Sam." He hugged her.

"Hey Matt. What's going on?"

"Let's go around back, Amy's got drinks set up back there." They walked around and saw Amy sitting on the deck. They sat down, and Amy started talking.

"Here's the deal Sam. Matt and I changed our minds."

"About what? You're still getting married, right?" She had a nervous look on her face. Amy laughed.

"Of course. We're just not getting married in two months."

A look of relief crossed Sam's face. "OK, then what is it?"

Matt and Amy looked at each other. "We're getting married in two weeks."

Sam just stared at them. "Are you serious?"

Amy giggled. "Completely. And I want you to be my maid of honor." Sam jumped out of her seat and hugged Amy.

"Well, duh! I would be honored." She pulled back and narrowed her eyes at Amy. "Are you only asking me because you know I am the queen of pulling things together?"

"Ummm...yeah." They both started laughing. Sam thought of something, and quieted down. She turned to Matt.

"You asked Shane to be your best man, didn't you." He looked uncomfortable.

"Yeah, this morning." Sam nodded and gave a weak smile.

"Well, maybe I can get him to talk to me that way."

"I'm sure he will Sam," he told her.

"Maybe." She sighed. "So, when are we going dress shopping?"


Sam and Amy discussed the wedding plans for a bit before she decided to go back home. She checked her messages and was surprised to hear one from Shane, asking her if he could come over later. She picked up the phone and called him back.


"Hey, Shane, it's me."

"Sam, hey."

"Hey....umm, you wanted to come over?"

"Yeah, I thought we should talk."

'He doesn't sound in a good mood....,' she thought. "Sure, whenever you can."

"Give me 15 minutes, and I'll be there."

"OK, bye." Sam hung up and ran upstairs. She changed her clothes, and quickly ran a brush through her hair. She started talking to herself. "Why am I doing this? I don't need to impress him, it's just Shane." She was giving herslef another once over when she heard him yell for her.

"Sam? Are you upstairs?"

"Yeah, be right down." She reached up and smoothed her hair, and walked downstairs. "What's up?"

He looked very nervous. "Could we maybe go sit somewhere?"

"Sure." They went into the living room, and sat down, and she looked at him expectantly.

"Here's the thing Sam. I've been thinking a lot about us lately."

She smiled. "So have I, Shane."

He looked surprised. "You have?"

"Yeah, and I was hoping to talk to you about it."

"Oh. Did you want to go first?"

She shook her head. "No, go ahead."

He gulped. "Alright. Well, you know how I've been seeing Ronnie lately?"

"If by lately you mean the last three days, then yeah."

"Yeah." He cleared his throat. "Well, I think that she might be...the one."

"What?" Sam whispered.

"I think she could be the one. And because of that, I don't think we should hang out anymore. She doesn't really like me having girl friends, and I think it is weird to be so close to another girl when I have Ronnie waiting for me."

Sam couldn't sya anything. She just sat there staring at him, until she finally found her voice. "You don't think that we should hang out anymore?"

"At all."

She slowly nodded. "At all."


"Yeah." They were both quiet for a moment. "I think you should leave now Shane." He did so, wordlessly, leaving a shaken Sam sitting there alone. Once in his car, he called Amy's cell.


"Amy, it's Shane. I think you should go home now."


"Because I think Sam needs you."

"And why would you think that Shane?"

"Because I just told her we can't be friends anymore."


Chapter Eighteen

Amy groaned when she heard Shane say that. "Why did you do that?"

"The real reason or the one I gave Sam?"

"Both, Shane."

"I don't want to talk about it on the phone Amy. You're at Matt's, right?"


"Be there in a few." He shut off his phone and started the car. He pulled up at Matt's a few mintes later, and Amy opened the door. He came in and she pointed to a chair.

"Sit and explain." Matt came in just as he sat. Matt knew the situation, and both he and Amy were waiting.

"I told her that Ronnie didn't really like me hanging out with girls, and that since I had her, and am sure that she's the one, I didn't really feel the need to."

Matt sighed. "What are you trying to do Shane?"

"Let me finish this first Matt. I told her that we shouldn't be friends anymore, at all."

Amy stared at him intently. "You basically told her that you don't need her anymore." All he could do was nod.

"Again, what were you trying to accomplish Shane?" Matt asked him.

"I thought that by being mean enough she wouldn't be hurt that we weren't hanging out anymore. Ronnie can't stand Sam, true. But she never could, so this isn't any different. And Ronnie isn't the one for me, I know that. And for a very short while I believed Sam was. It just hurts so bad to be near her, Matt."

Amy stood up. "Thank you Shane. Now I get to go home and comfort my best friend because the man that she is in love with just ripped her heart out and stomped on it. I thought you were the one who wasn't supposed to make her cry." She walked past them out the door.

Shane was trying to comprehend what Amy had just said. He turned to Matt. "Did she just say that Sam was in love with me?" Matt nodded. "Oh, God."


Amy opened the door to find Sam sitting in the same spot she was when Shane left. Sam looked up at her, and Amy could see the dullness in her eyes. "Hey." Amy sat down next to her and put her arms around her.

"I am so sorry sweetie."

"You heard." It was a statement, not a question."


"Yeah." Sam couldn't help it, she started crying. She got it all out, and was feeling a bit better when she was finished. "Sorry Amers."

"Don't be, that's what I'm here for." She decided not to mention what she had said to Shane, it would only upset Sam more.

Sam stood up. "I really am feeling a little better Amy, if you want to go back over to Matt's."

"No, it's fine. We've got to leave in the morning again anyways."

Sam groaned. "I have to see him tomorrow? And I have that streetfight with Ronnie."

Amy gave her an evil grin. "Yeah, but oh what fun you will have with that!"


Sam woke up late the next morning. By the time she got downstairs, everyone was there. 'Everyone' unfortunately included Shane and Ronnie. She avoided them both by grabbing a muffin bar and going out to the car. She climbed up front and waited fot the rest of them. It was an uneventful ride to the airport, and they boarded with no problems. Sam had to sit with Ronnie so they could discuss the match. Shane sat back with Matt (who didn't have a Smackdown show, so he was traveling with them), Amy, and Jeff.

"OK, how do we want to do this?" Sam asked Ronnie.

"Do you know how much time we have?"

"I think they said about 15 minutes."

"And you're winning?"


"Do you want to finish in the ring or out?"

"Actually, I'd like to try this..."


RAW comes back from commercial, and the camera pans to King and JR. "Tonight folks we have got a real slobber knocker. It has recently been revealed in the back that there is much more to the feud between Lila Banks and Sam Hardy than meets the eye."

"Yes there is JR. Apparently most of it revolves around The Hurricane."

"Well, King, all I know is that Lila Banks will have her hands full here tonight. Sam Hardy may not be an active wrestler, but she is a Hardy, and rumor has it that when she wrestled, her style was very similar to her good friend Lita's."

"That match will be coming up a little later on tonight. In the ring now we have...."


Sam was watching that on a monitor in the back while she was stretching out. She had already changed, having borrowed an outfit from Amy, and was ready to go. She was very focused, and didn't notice when Shane first came up beside her. "Hey.'


"I just wanted to tell you to be careful out there."

"Oh, did Ronnie say you could?" She said sarcastically, and walked away. Amy had noticed the exchange, and just shook her head. She hated seeing them both in pain, but could only hope that they would work it out soon.

Sam had music now- Christina Aguilera's 'Can't Hold Us Down'- and headed out onto the ramp when it played. There was a surprisingly large applause as she made her way down into the ring. Ronnie was introduced next, and the two stared each other down before Ronnie made the first move. She slapped Sam, who just glared at her before slapping her back. The hitting went back and forth for awhile until Sam shoved Ronnie hard. She used this time to reach under the ring, and she came out with a trash can lid. She snuck up behind Ronnie, and knocked her over the head with it when she stood up. Ronnie was stunned for a moment before she pushed Sam as hard as she could. She grabbed a chair from the outside of the ring, climbed back in and whacked Sam with it. The match went back and forth that way, each woman briefly having the advantage. They started setting up for the finisher. Ronnie had Sam sitting up on the top turnbuckle. She gave her the hurricanrana to set her up for the moonsault. Sam rolled out of the way, slowly got up, and hit Ronnie with the chair that was still in the ring. Sam dragged Ronnie closer to the ropes, climbed up, and carefully executed a shooting star press to pick up the win. The crowd was going crazy- it was very rare to see a female perform that move. Up in the commentator's booth, JR and King were in shock.

"King, did you see that?"

"Yes I did JR. And I thought Sam said she wasn't a wrestler." The camera cut back to Sam as she stood over Ronnie. She leaned down, and trash talked a bit before standing up with a triumphant smirk on her face, and walked back to the locker room. Shane was standing by the curtain.

"What in the hell were you thinking doing a shooting star press Samantha?"

She gave him a cool look. "What business is that of yours, Shane?"

"Well, that could have....really hurt Ronnie."

"Oh, we wouldn't want that to happen." She turned to walk away, but he grabbed her arm.

"Are you really ok?" He noticed that she limped up the ramp, and there was an ugly cut above her eye.

She pulled out of his grasp. "I'm fine." Randy came running up to her.

"Sam, are you okay?"

She waited until Shane had walked away to answer. "No, Randy, I'm not." He had an idea of what was wrong, so he picked her up and carried her to the trainer's room. "Hi Paul," Sam said to the WWE's resident trainer.

He smiled wryly. "Wondered how long it would take you to get here. I saw you roll your ankle."

She grimaced as she pulled off her shoe. "Yeah. Finishing the match was alot of fun." They all looked down at her foot to see that it was already starting to swell. Paul looked up at her.

"Your best bet would be to go to the ER and get some x-rays to be safe. It's probably just a sprain, but that way you'll know for sure."

"Thanks Paul, just how I wanted to spend my evening."

"Sorry Sam."

"Yeah." She looked to Randy. "Feel like spending some time at Tampa General?"

He laughed. "Sure. Let me go get our stuff and I'll come back to get you." She nodded and he left. She was sitting there waiting when Shane and Ronnie came in. Shane looked at her.

"Thought you said you were okay?"

"And I thought I said it had nothing to do with you?"

Ronnie interrupted them. "It doesn't" Sam sat there watching Ronnie get treated for a few cuts, but otherwise nothing major. Randy came back and picked her up, and Shane just stared.

"Randy, I can walk. I finished the match and made it back here, I think I can walk to the car."

He rolled his eyes. "Sam, you can't even get your shoe back on your foot because it is so swelled. Don't argue with me." He turned to Paul. "Thanks man."

"Sure thing. Let me know what they say." Randy nodded, and they left. Shane looked at Paul.

"What happened to her?"

"She rolled her ankle pretty bad. I don't think its broken, but it is definitly a bad sprain." Shane grimaced, and Ronnie rolled her eyes. Paul saw this, and was a little more harsh than normal when cleaning her worst cut.

"Hey!" Ronnie yelped in pain, and Paul grinned innocently.



Sam and Randy sat in the waiting room for an hour before she was even called back. She then went through x-rays, and was now just waiting for the doctor. He came in a moment later.

"Hi there, Miss Hardy. How did this happen?"

"I was in a match and landed wrong, rolling my ankle. It hurts like hell."

He chuckled. "I'm sure it does. The nurse tells me you're a wrestler?"

She grunted when he turned her foot. "Only for tonight." He finished messing with her foot around and stood. "I'll be right back with the films." He came back with them a moment later. "According to the x-rays there is a tiny crack along the bone."

"You have got to be kidding me."

"Sorry, but no." He put the films up and she could see that he wasn't. "We're going to give you a soft cast and some crutches. Use those for at least two weeks, and make an appointment with your regular doctor in about 10 days."

"Two weeks?" He nodded. "I'm in a wedding in two weeks."

"You might be able to get away with it for that long, but that's about it."

She nodded. "Thank you doctor."

"Your welcome." He nodded at them both and left the room to get the cast. Randy turned to Sam.

"Well this sucks."

"Seriously. Oh, do you want to come to the wedding with me?"

"I was wondering when you were going to ask."

"Oh, well, this whole BROKEN ANKLE THING CAME UP!" They both were laughing as the doctor came back in.

"Must not be in too much pain?"

Sam shook her head. "I don't remember what the nurse gave me, but damn. Feels nice." The nurse had given her a shot while the doctor was explaining everything.

"Tylenol 3."

"Codine. That explains it. But I didn't know they put it in shots now."

"It's a recent thing. Did you study meds or something?"

"Just a few classes." He finished adjusting her cast and handed Randy her discharge papers and instructions.

"You can take that off to shower and to sleep, for now. Your regular doctor might have other directions for you, but for now, just stick with that."

She stood up and grabbed the crutches. "Thanks doc." He nodded at them, and they went out to the car. It was a quiet drive back to the hotel, and a large number of superstars were still at the bar when they got back, so they stopped. Matt was the first to see them, and he yelled out.

"Sam! You broke it?"

She hobbled her way over to him. "Barely. Nothing too major. I'm kind of floating right now actually." He looked to Randy for clarification.


Matt nodded. "Ah. So are you going home?"

"No, I'll go to Smackdown tomorrow because I have alot of stuff to go over with vince and Steph. Then I'm off for the house shows because someone I know is getting married next weekend." He smiled.

"Yes I am." They walked over to Amy, who made Sam repeat the story. Shane was sitting at the bar with Ronnie, and he couldn't take his eyes off of Sam. Ronnie saw this and looked away. Under the facade she was keeping up, the truth was becoming more and more obvious. She would eventually lose Shane to Sam, and she knew it. But could she admit it?