So, I decided that after finishing one of my other stories I was going to start a new one, and well enter my Storm muse. Yes, I got a James Storm muse. He only says his little catchphrase so I'm not really sure how he's going to help. He brought me a Roode muse though, so it's not too bad. Then I got a Shelley and Sabin muse, and well there you go. I got a story from the four of them.

Anyways, after that little ramble, this is the story I got. It's a bit odd, I know, but it's funny in my mind. I chose to call them by their ring names because it's weird calling Sabin "Joshua", and Alex "Patrick", so there you go on that part. Storm and Roode go by their ring names too, but they're also similar to their real names, so it doesn't matter for them.

I own no one involved, they all belong to TNA.

"Why do we have to do this?" asked Sabin as he sat in the car with his best friend, Alex Shelley as Alex stared down at the map that was spread out before him. Sabin pouted more deeply when he noticed that his best friend wasn't even bothering to pay attention to him.

"Aleeeexxxxx," he whined loudly, grabbing Alex's arm and shaking it, "Aleexxxxxxx!"

"What?" asked Alex finally, turning his gaze to Sabin, raising an eyebrow at him.

"Why do we need to bring them?" he asked, the pout never once leaving his lips.

Alex sighed as he folded up the map, "Because we are nice, and because they don't know how to get there," he answered simply, placing the map in the glove box that rested between his seat and Sabin's.

"But," whined Sabin, "I don't wanna go with them!"

"I don't really care Chris," said Alex, shaking his head, "It's either they come, or you walk."

Sabin pouted more heavily at that, and turned his head, glaring out the front window, his arms crossed over his chest. Alex shook his head, sighing heavily as he climbed out of the car and leaned against the side of it, waiting on the two others before they could get going.

The company had decided that it was time to expand on where they were performing, so instead of sticking primarily with the east coast and slightly middle west part of the country, the company had decided to do a few shows on the west coast. The only problem was the fact that they couldn't afford to fly everyone out, only the top workers. Since neither of the Guns were part of that group, though they would say otherwise, they were forced to drive from Florida to California before their show in two weeks. They were thankful that they were given that long to drive, they just wished they didn't have to share the drive with another tag team.

"Sorry about your damn luck!" shouted Storm, announcing the arrival of him and his partner, Robert Roode as they walked towards Shelley and Sabin's car from the arena, their bags dragging along behind them.

Yes, the other team that couldn't use the planes was in fact Beer Money. That's something that confused Alex more so than why the Guns couldn't use the planes. Both teams were incredibly popular with the fans and the workers, so why did they have to drive across the country? Alex couldn't understand it and he was sure the others couldn't either if he ever bothered to ask, which he didn't really bother to do.

Alex stepped away from the car and helped them put their things into the back before climbing into the driver's seat. He glanced over at Sabin, shaking his head when he saw the pout and glare still on his face. He just couldn't understand why Sabin had such a problem giving a ride to the other team, it wasn't like they were bad guys or anything.

"What's his problem?" asked Robert as he and Storm climbed into the back seat, his gaze on Sabin as he buckled himself into the seat.

"He woke up on the wrong side of the bed of course," answered Storm, taking a sip of the beer from the bottle in his hand.

"No," said Alex, slapping his hands down on the wheel, "You're not drinking in my car, get rid of it."

Storm stared at him silently before a smirk rose to his lips, "What are you going to do about it short stuff?"

Alex glared at him, but before he could do anything, Sabin turned around in his seat, snatched the bottle from Storm's hand and threw it out his open window before returning once more to his sulking position. The car was silent as the other three stared at him before Alex shrugged and turned the key, starting the car then pulled out of the parking lot.

"Robert," said Storm with a slight whine, "He threw my beer out the window."

Robert turned his head towards him, gave him a look then turned back to the window. Storm sighed faintly before sinking back in his seat, his hand tapping widely on the door handle as he stared out at the passing scenery.

"Make him stoppp," whined Sabin ten minutes later, looking back at Storm's tapping hand through his mirror.

"I need a beer," said Storm as if it was the most obvious thing.

Robert sighed and reached over, holding Storm's hands in his own, "Just calm down man," he said gently before looking back out the window. Storm nodded and looked out his own window, his hands calm where they were in Robert's hand.

Up front, Sabin and Alex shared puzzled looks before turning their attention back to the road. The car ride was silent after that. Alex was able to pay attention to his driving while the rest sat quietly in their seats, their eyes peeled for any turn off that Alex might need on their long, long drive to the other side of the country, a drive that by now they wished they didn't have to make.