Title: The Test of Time
Pairing/Character: Lita/?, Trish/?, John Cena, Randy Orton, Victoria/Edge, Hunter, Shawn, Christian.. Others to be appearing.
Disclaimer: I don't own, I borrow.
Rating: R (it'll get there but for the first few parts it's PG)
Summary: They thought their friendship would stand the test of time. One summer changed it all. 10 years later, can they pick up the pieces?
Spoilers: None, it's A/U
Warnings: eventual language and adult situations
Author Note: Alrighty, let's get some things cleared away first.. Randy & John, for purposes of my story, are twins. Ignoring Trish & Lita's real life siblings in favour of my own. Everyone is the same age (born in 1980, exceptions to older sibs. of course) and my pairings are still up in the air. The story will start with their childhood, skipping over some things here and there. Leading to teenage years and then skipping ahead to the 'ten years later'. Italics, when used, will represent flashbacks. Bold text will represent year/location. Using real names when and where I see fit. Anything else...I'll get to it or ask...clear as mud? Onwards! And yes, it appears that I've started typing the British way.. eh, whatever. Read my notes before you start complaining, alright? I don't write that lengthy crap for my health.

Summer- 1985

Five year old Amy Dumas shifted impatiently on her front porch.. Her best friend, Trish Stratus, was supposed to be coming over today.. Trish and her family lived two houses down in the quiet suburban neighbourhood of Calgary.. Her mother was best friends with Amy's mother.. She and Trish had been born two days apart...Trish being the younger of the two. Their older brothers were also best friends...so naturally, it was only inevitable before Trish and Amy became best friends. But, just as soon as she was looking for her best friend, hazel eyes were captured by a large moving truck at the beginning of the street.. The strawberry blonde jumped off of her front porch, barefeet landing in the grass as she watched the moving truck progress. The house next door to hers had just been sold, but, until now...there had been no sign of anyone moving in.

"Hey squirt," her eight year old brother teased as he joined her. "Watcha doing?"

Amy turned quickly to stick out her tongue, "I'll tell mommy on you."

Hunter ruffled her hair, "aww come on Ames, I was just kidding." The blonde boy blinked, "we got neighbours!"

"Duh, Hunter.." Amy rolled her eyes, following after her brother as he went to the fence. "Mommy said it was only a matter of time."

"Shh! They'll hear us!"

Amy pouted, the two sibling peering through the slats of the wooden fence surrounding their house...First watching the moving truck backing into the driveway.. The slamming of a car door catching their attention.. Hunter again leading the way as they returned to the front yard.

"It's more boys," Amy said with a pout, "all we gots is boys."

Hunter grinned, "that's more boys to play baseball and football and basketball and--"

Amy tossed her hair, "I'm gonna go over to Trishy's."

"You don't wanna say hello?" Hunter grabbed his sister's arm. "Come on Ames, don't be such a baby.. Let's go say hi."

"I don't wanna." Amy pouted deeper, "go bug Shawn.. I'm gonna see Trishy."

"Hunter Jean Junior and Amy Christine!"

Hunter took his sister's hand in his, "come on.. We better go see what mom wants."

Christe Dumas-Helmsley tsk'd as her two children came into view. "Amy.. Nana just bought that dress for you yesterday." Another tsk, "and where are your shoes?"

"Mommy, the dress is itchy! An my shoes pinched my feet an'--"

Their mother stepped forwards, taking their hands in hers. "We'll get you new shoes tomorrow, sweetie. Right now, we're going to say hello to our new neighbours."

"But mommy.. Trishy and I were gonna play today."

Christie smiled softly, "Amy, sweetheart.. The Stratus' are still on vacation, remember? Alison called me last night to tell me they were staying another day."

"But--"

"Ames, come on."

The five year old scowled, dragging her feet as they made their way to the next house over...A woman, taller then their own mother removing a few suitcases from the trunk. Two boys running around in the front yard..

"John Felix Anthony Junior and Randall Keith! Stay where I can see you!"

Christie tugged her two children forwards, Amy clinging to her mother's skirt by that point. "Good afternoon."

Carol Orton turned towards the approaching family, "good afternoon!"

Christie extended her hand, "I'm Christie Dumas-Helmsley.. And these are my children, Hunter and Amy.. Welcome to the neighbourhood."

"Carol Orton," the brunette smiled towards the pair playing near the street, "my boys.. John and Randy.. Twins."

"Can I give you a hand with anything?" Christie released Amy's hand. "How about supper tonight?"

"Supper would be lovely, thank you." Carol frowned when the two dark haired twins ran back into the street. "If you could just.."

Christie nudged her two children, "why don't you two go say hello to John and Randy."

"I don't wanna."

"Amy," Christie said in a warning tone, "they've just moved here.."

Hunter let out a melodramatic sigh, "come on Ames.. Let's go see if they wanna play with us." He grabbed his sister's hand before she could run off, their mother assisting Carol Orton with the moving in.

John and Randy stopped in their tracks when the Dumas-Helmsley siblings approached them.. Amy still pouting, Hunter trying to look friendly...the older sibling speaking up first. "Hey."

Amy tugged on her brother's shirt, "they look wierd."

John stuck out his tongue, "you look wierd."

Amy made a face, "you're the wierdo."

"Ames, cut it out." Hunter glanced between the two boys... Guessing that the taller of the two twins was the older one. "I'm Hunter...and this is my little sister, Amy."

"I'm John," he pointed to his brother, "and that's my little brother, Randy."

Randy stuck out his tongue, "only by a minute."

Hunter blinked, "how old are you?"

"Five," they said in unison, Randy speaking up before his brother could say anything. "How old are you?"

"I'm eight and Amy is five." A long moment of silence passed.. "You wanna play football?"

Two sets of blue eyes lit up, "I'm quarterback!"

"You're always quarterback!"

"That's 'cos I'm older."

Amy huffed, "I'm being quarterback and that's 'cos I say so."

Randy and John stopped their bickering long enough to look at the strawberry blonde girl.. John snickering, "you? Quarterback? Girls don't play football."

Amy put her hands on her hips, "I bet I'm better than you are."

"You are not."

"Am too."

"Not."

"Too."

In unison from the twins: "Not!"

Amy sent a look to her older brother, "I'm better than he is."

Randy blinked, "no way."

Hunter just motioned to their house, "let's just go play, okay?"

With the four children now occupied, the two parents continued to direct the movers.. Adam Copeland and Jason Reso, neighbours from down the street, eventually coming over to join the football game. And, because he wanted to prove her wrong, John was okay with Amy being quarterback...the strawberry blonde proving her point quite well to the two new kids on the block.. So well, in fact, that nearly three hours passed before their mothers called them to the front yard.. Adam and Jason returning home while the twins disappeared into the house with their mother.. Christie taking Hunter and Amy inside so they could help her with supper.