Randy pulled his luggage through the Ohare International Airport. The Raw roster was doing a house show in Las Vegas tonight and everyone was scrambling to get the earliest flight so they could see the sights before the show. Randy rubbed his eyes tiredly. He had taken Ashley back to the hotel after his match. By the time he had gotten back to his room, it was well past midnight. He did not sleep until two in the morning though due to a certain someone invading his thoughts. He had tossed and turned, trying to get her out of his mind. Finally due to exhaustion, he had slipped into a deep slumber.

He looked down at his watch. It was nine in the morning and his flight was scheduled for nine-thirty. He walked over to the carousel and placed his carry-on onto the conveyor belt, watching it disappear through the metal detector along with other suitcases and luggage. He saw a black duffel bag being plopped down on the conveyor belt and he looked to see who the owner was. 'Mickie,' he said in surprise.

She looked at him; her face clearly showed that she did not expect to see him there. He noticed her stiffen a bit and she plastered a smile on her face. 'Randy, hi. It's a surprise to see you here.' She fidgeted her feet uneasily.

He returned the awkward smile. 'Yeah, but we are on the same roster,' he reminded her. It was his lame attempt at being humorous.

She gave him a stiff nod and pointed her fingers to the left. 'Well, I'm going to board the plane now.'

'What time's your flight?' he blurted. He did not want to seem like some obsessive ex-husband that one would see on America's Most Wanted or Cops but curiosity drove him to ask.

Mickie sighed. '9:30. Why?' She looked at him suspiciously.

He pulled his plane ticket out of his back jeans' pocket and showed it to her. 'That's my flight.'

She stuffed her hands into her pockets and said coolly, 'what a coincidence.'

He nodded. 'Yeah it is,' he replied in agreement. 'Do you- do you want to walk together?' he stuttered, rubbing the back of his head.

She raised a brow. 'Are you sure you want your girlfriend to see us walking together?' There was a slight edge to her voice.

His eyes darkened and he crossed his arms across his chest. 'What is that suppose to mean?' he demanded.

Mickie shrugged and looked down at her watch. 'I have to get going. I don't want to miss my flight.' She flashed him an affected smile and walked towards the terminal.

He ground his teeth and sighed in frustration. His ex-wife had to be the most complex, frustrating, impossible individual on the planet; yet he could not deny the rapid heartbeats that occurred whenever they crossed paths.

Mickie found a seat near a window and sat down, leaning back with a sigh. She turned her head and saw Batista with a grim expression across the aisle. She wondered what his problem was. The man never smiled and rarely talked unless forced to. Her vision of the Animal was obstructed when a body stood next to the aisle seat.

'This is the only seat available,' Randy explained as if he needed her permission to sit there.

She shrugged and turned her head towards the window. She felt him sit down, his weight on the seat causing a creaking noise. She heard him shift in his seat, until he got acclimated.

'What did you mean when you said my girlfriend would be jealous?'

She pressed her lips together and her jaw tightened. She had seen him with a blonde the other night and here he was, acting ignorant and dumbfounded. Instead of answering him, Mickie grabbed a set of headphones that were set in front of her and put them over her head. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught him sighing and she smirked.

Two hours later the plane landed. Passengers stood up from their seats and made their way to the exit. Mickie followed suit and got up from her chair, bumping into Randy's back as he got ready to leave. 'Excuse me,' she snapped in annoyance.

He grinned back at her. 'You're excused.'

Mickie felt irritation project from her petite boy and she closed her fists tightly. She wanted nothing more than to wipe that arrogant smirk from his face. Choosing to be classy, she pushed him aside with the back of her hand and headed out of the exit. She spotted the carousel and walked over, scanning the conveyor belt for her bag. A black duffel bag caught her eye and she reached down to pull the heavy luggage up, slinging it over her shoulder.

'Nice bag.'

Mickie turned to the voice of the compliment and to her surprise and discomfort, it was the same blonde that Randy had in his car. 'Thanks.' She gave a half-hearted smile and was prepared to leave when the blonde stepped in front of her.

'My name's Ashley.' The petite blonde with piercings in her eyebrow and lower lip extended her hand to the brunette diva.

'Mickie James,' Mickie replied coolly and shook the blonde's hand.

Ashley grinned. 'I know who you are. I saw you when you fought Victoria last night. You were great,' she gushed enthusiastically.

Mickie's brows furrowed and a confused expression was planted on her features. 'I'm sorry…who are you?'

Ashley slapped her head and rolled her eyes. 'Oh I'm such a bimbo. I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Ashley Massaro, WWE diva.' The blonde placed a hand to her bare hips.

Then it hit her; the blonde was Ashley Massaro, diva search winner. Mickie remembered watching an episode of Raw where a bunch of girls were in the ring and it was announced that one woman would receive $250,000 and a WWE contract. Mickie remembered laughing with disgust at the contest. Giving a woman a chance to work for the WWE based on bikini contests and "boot camps" over someone who had talent and actually worked their way from the bottom was against everything Mickie stood for. When she had seen them announce that Ashley was the winner, Mickie scoffed but decided to give the blonde a chance to prove herself. After seeing Ashley in the ring once, Mickie was horrified. She was incredibly sloppy and weak. How the WWE could offer someone a contract with so little experience and skill was beyond the brunette's comprehension.

'I really hope we can work together,' Ashley said excitedly.

Mickie gave her a small smile. 'Yeah, sure,' the brunette replied with feigned sincerity. 'Well, it was nice meeting you Ashley but I have to catch a cab back to my hotel.'

'What hotel are you staying at?' Ashley inquired curiously.

Mickie resisted the urge to roll her eyes. 'The Bellagio,' Mickie responded with slight annoyance.

The blonde diva did not take the hint. Instead she widened her blue eyes and screamed excitedly, 'oh my gosh! That's where I'm staying too!'

'Great,' she muttered under her breath. She saw Ashley's thrilled expression and felt guilty for thinking ill of the diva. After all, it was not the blonde's fault that the WWE decided to hire bimbo women to be wrestlers when they belonged at Hooters.

'Let's ride together,' Ashley suggested chirpily.

'I don't think—' Before Mickie could finish her sentence, Ashley hooked her arm to the brunette's and dragged her towards the exit.

Mickie pushed him aside and squeezed past the crowded seats, making her way out the door. Randy sighed and followed her. He was about to walk toward the carousel when he felt a hand on his shoulder.

'Hey, man,' John Cena greeted.

'Hey.' Randy gripped Cena's hand and pulled him in for a hug. Though they were enemies on screen, they were good friends in reality.

'So you ready for the show tonight?' John asked, adjusting the chain around his neck.

'Hell yeah,' Randy replied, grinning. 'What better place to wrestle in than Sin City?' he asked.

Cena raised a brow mischievously. 'You thinking what I'm thinking?'

Randy smirked. 'That we're going to get drunk and hit the slots?'

'Hell yeah,' Cena repeated Randy's earlier words and gave his friend a high-five. 'Maybe we can invite some divas with us,' John suggested, winking at the Legend Killer.

The side of Randy's mouth curved into a sly smile. 'Who are you thinking of?'

Cena stuffed his hands into his jean shorts and began walking. 'I met this hot chick yesterday outside of the arena.'

Randy grinned. 'Blonde or brunette?'

'Brunette and her ass is out of this world.' Cena widened his hands apart and Randy laughed.

John slung an arm around the Legend Killer's shoulders. 'So,' he said, leaning towards Randy's ear, 'who are you bringing?'

An image of Mickie flashed in Randy's head. He quickly shook the thoughts away and turned to John, shrugging. 'I don't know.'

'Hey,' John said, pointing his finger up into the air, 'what about Ashley? I think she got the hots for you.'

Ashley had made it no secret that she liked Randy. Randy saw the flirtatious smiles and winks that she sent his way. He realized that those "accidental" brushes in the hallways were no accidents. And she had asked him for rides back to the hotel several times when she could have easily asked other divas. Randy admitted that she was attractive with her long blonde hair and lean figure but she was not his type. She wasn't…

Cena waved a hand in front of Randy's face. 'Hello? Anyone there?'

'Oh, sorry,' Randy apologized sheepishly. 'I don't think it would be a good idea. She's probably busy anyways.'

Cena grabbed Randy's wrist, stopping the Legend Killer in his tracks. 'What do you mean? Ashley is hooooottt. Who wouldn't want her?' John looked at Randy as if the man had three heads.

Randy rolled his eyes. 'Alright, she's hot,' he conceded, 'but she's just not my type, okay?'

Cena fold his arms across his chest. 'Well, then, who is your type?'

Again, an image of Mickie flashed in Randy's mind. 'I don't know,' Randy responded, shrugging. 'A brunette for one and someone that I can have a conversation with.'

Cena rubbed his chin with his fingers. 'Hmm…brunette, huh? There's Victoria, Maria…' Cena's eyes widened. 'You like Maria! I knew it!' John exclaimed with a triumphant grin.

'What?' Randy put his hands up. 'Me and Maria? She can't even string a sentence together.' It was true. Maria wasn't exactly the brightest thong in the drawer.

Cena narrowed his eyes. 'So you like Victoria?' he questioned in a doubtful tone.

Randy shook his head. 'I don't like anyone. Just drop it, okay?' He started walking towards the carousel.

Cena simply shrugged his shoulders and followed Randy. They grabbed their bags and hailed a taxi. They arrived at The Bellagio and went up to the receptionist.

'Randy Orton,' Randy stated, watching the woman type up his name into the computer.

'Okay, Mr. Orton, your room is 480. Here is your room key.' The receptionist handed him a card.

Randy thanked the woman and waited for Cena to get his room card. John turned around and held up his card. 'Room 376, one floor below yours,' he said with a smirk.

'Awesome,' Randy responded, giving him a thumbs up. They headed to the elevators. Cena pressed the '3' button while Randy hit the number '4.' When the elevator opened on the third floor, Cena gave Randy a nod and walked to his hotel room. Seconds later, the elevator doors opened again and Randy stepped out. He reached his room and swiped his key card. When the light turned green, he turned the door knob and stepped inside. The room was spacious with a king sized bed in the middle. A wooden desk with a small lap was by its side. Across from the bed was a cabinet which Randy assumed contained a TV inside. The curtains were closed so he flicked on the light switch. In the new light, Randy saw something that made him frown and a little bit confused. There was a duffel bag on the floor between the cabinet and bed. Someone was here. Suddenly the door opened and Randy grimaced at the piercing scream that filled the room.

Mickie wrapped a thick white towel around herself, preparing to take a shower before the house show at night. She opened the shower curtains and frowned when she realized that she left her shampoo in her bag. She opened the bathroom door and it took only a second for her to register that her ex-husband was standing in the middle of the room. Her gut reaction was to scream and she did.

She caught Randy sticking his fingers into his ears and grimacing at the high decibel. 'Will you stop screaming?'

Mickie pointed her finger at him. 'W-what are you doing here?' she stuttered in shock.

Randy lifted the corners of his mouth in irony. 'Funny, I should be asking the same thing. This is my room, sweetheart.' He held up his room key.

She glared at him. 'First, don't call me sweetheart. And,' she walked over and grabbed a card from her bag, 'it's my room.' She placed her hands to her hips and lifted a brow.

'Fuck,' Randy cursed. 'They gave us the wrong room.' He kicked the bed in frustration.

Mickie folded her arms across her chest. 'Well, I guess you'll just have to find another room,' she said with a smirk.

Randy frowned at her suggestion. 'Why do I have to find another room? Why don't you go find another room?' he retorted.

She rolled her eyes. 'For one thing, I was here first. And because I said so.' She stuck her tongue out at him.

The Legend Killer shot her a dry look. 'Real mature, Mickie.'

Mickie ignored his comment and waved her hand dismissively. 'Now, get going. I have to take a shower.'

Randy folded his arms across his chest, not moving an inch. 'I'm not going anywhere,' he replied unwaveringly.

'Well you're not staying here,' she shot back adamantly.

Her infuriating ex-husband held up his room card. 'This key says otherwise,' he countered with his trademark smirk.

Mickie screamed in frustration. 'I'm going to take a shower. When I come out, you had better be gone or else,' she threatened menacingly.

Randy held up his hands in mock fear. 'Ooohhh, I'm so scared.' He grinned. 'Have I ever told you how good you look in a towel?' he asked suggestively, licking his lips.

Mickie looked down and it dawned on her that she was wrapped in only a towel in front of her ex-husband. Blushing, she folded her arms across her chest. 'Pervert,' she muttered.

Randy rolled his eyes at her insult. 'C'mon Mickie, it's not like I haven't seen you in less. We were married remember?' He gave her a pointed look.

She narrowed her brown eyes at him. 'Please don't remind me,' she uttered. She saw a hurt expression appear on Randy's face and she immediately felt guilty. She didn't want him to think that it was a miserable year of marriage. In fact, she loved being marriage. It was only towards the end that things fell apart.

'Was being married to me that bad?' he asked softly, gazing intensely at her.

She lowered her head so he could not see the emotions in her eyes. 'No, it wasn't,' she murmured. She felt him step closer towards her.

'Mickie,' he whispered, taking her hands in his. He lifted her chin with his finger and stared into her brown orbs. Before she knew it, he lowered his head and set his lips on hers. His lips were warm and soft. She resisted at first but soon melted into the pleasure. She felt his tongue probe her lips and she gasped, parting her lips to allow entrance. Her heart pounded and the blood coursing through her veins caused a roaring sound in her ears. She felt him grab her waist and pull her closer to his hardened boy. She moaned and as quickly, pushed him away. Randy stared at her, a confused expression marring his features. 'Mickie, what the hell?'

She touched her lips, which were now wet and swollen with need. 'I-I can't do this.' She ran into the bathroom and closed the door, locking it behind her. She covered her ears with her hands, trying to block the sound of his voice calling her name.

'Mickie!' he yelled after he heard the "click" of the door knob and he knew she had locked the door. 'Mickie, c'mon open up,' he coaxed. Randy sighed, running his fingers through his short, brown hair. He did not understand; one minute they were kissing and the next, she was running away. He was distracted when a beeping noise emitted from his pocket. He took out his Blackberry and saw that he received a text message from Cena. When you're done unpacking, meet me at the arena. Randy put his phone back in his pocket and looked at the bathroom door. He knew she was not coming out until he was gone and he knew standing there would not do him any good. With one last glance at the bathroom door that was the only shield between him and his ex-wife, he turned the knob and shut the door behind him.

When he left the hotel, Randy took out his Blackberry and called for a cab to pick him up. In half an hour, he arrived at the Thomas & Mack Center. Handing the driver a ten dollar tip, he grabbed his gym bag from the trunk and entered the arena from the back. Making his way down the hallway, he spotted Cena with his back turned; but Randy recognized his Ruck Fules T-shirt. Randy walked up to the World Heavyweight Champion and tapped him on the shoulder. John turned around and grinned. Ken Kennedy, who had been taking to Cena, gave both of them a nod and walked off.

'I got your text. What's up?' Randy questioned as they began walking down the hall.

'Vince just told me that he wants to change our match tonight. Instead of a one on one match like yesterday, he wants a mixed tag team match,' Cena informed, stopping at the men's locker room and pushing the heavy door open.

'What?' Randy raised an eyebrow in shock and distaste. He hated diva matches and he especially hated wrestling with them. He thought they only got in the way and inhibited "real" wrestlers from performing a good match. He had wrestled in mixed tag team matches before and had to resist the urge to roll his eyes whenever he was forced to tag with his female partner. 'Why would he do that?'

Cena shrugged as he aligned his lock to the combination numbers of his locker. 'Who knows? Vince is Vince,' the champion replied as he pulled open his locker.

Randy rolled his eyes and sighed in annoyance, sitting down on the bench next to John. 'Well, who are we paired up with?' Not that any choice would make him happy.

'I'm paired up with Ashley Massaro and you're paired with the new diva, Mickie James,' Cena notified, stuffing his bag into the locker and closing the door shut.

'Great,' Randy muttered, running a hand through his dark locks. Three years of separation and now it seemed as if they could never get away from each other.

Cena seemed to notice the dissatisfaction in Randy's voice and looked up at him. 'Don't be so down. I'm sure whoever your partner is won't be as bad as Ashley,' John comforted with a grin. It was to everyone's knowledge that Ashley wasn't the most skilled diva. Most internet fans dubbed her "Botchley" because she messed up most of her spots.

Randy wanted to inform his friend that his anxiousness was not from being paired with an unskilled diva, because Mickie was far from that. He wanted to tell Cena about his previous past with the brunette and how the past had came back to haunt him. 'John, can I-' Before Randy could get his words out, Cena was already standing.

'Yo man, we have to go film our promo. For some reason, Vince doesn't want it to be live,' Cena said, rushing his friend out the door.

The promo was quick and effortless. The backstage crew had informed the two superstars to talk about the upcoming match with an exchange of insults added in. When the camera man yelled 'cut,' Randy let out a sigh and grabbed Cena's hand in a handshake. 'Good job, man. That was funny how you said I looked gay with my signature arm pose,' Randy said with a grin.

'Well I loved how you said you were going to end my career in the ring tonight,' John responded, smirking.

Randy laughed and looked down at the watch on his wrist. 'We still have several hours before the show starts. Do you want to practice for our match? When the divas get here, we'll just fill them in on what we did.'

Cena nodded and the two men walked towards the entrance of the arena.

Mickie turned the knob of her shower so the water would stop running. Pulling back the curtains, she grabbed a white towel hanging from the rack and wrapped it around her petite body. She picked up a small cloth on the sink and wiped the mirror until the fog from the steam cleared up. She bent down and opened the cupboard, rummaging through various items until she found a red blow dryer in the back. Unraveling the cords, she plugged the dryer into an outlet and proceeded to blow dry her long locks. After she was done, she slipped into the outfit she had brought into the bathroom: a white tank top and denim skirt. Opening the door, she glanced at the clock on the wall and figured it was time to head to the arena.

The cab driver stopped at the arena and smiled cheekily at Mickie. 'That would be $15 dollars,' he said in a thick Indian accent.

Mickie pulled out her leather wallet from her purse and handed the driver two bills. She stepped out of the taxi and waited for the driver to unlock the trunk so she could grab her duffel bag. As the cab drove away, Mickie began walking towards the arena. Once backstage, she smiled at the superstars standing in the hallway who smiled and nodded in return. She reached the women's locker room and pushed open the door. A flash of blond appeared in front of her which startled the brunette diva.

'Hi!' Ashley said with a wave.

'Hi,' Mickie responded slowly, one hand to her chest.

Ashley latched onto Mickie's arms. 'Oh my gosh; did you hear? We're going to be in a match. Well actually it's going to be a mixed tag team match. Me and John Cena against you and Randy Orton,' the punk diva squealed excitedly, jumping up and down.

'Oh, great,' Mickie groaned, slapping a hand to her forehead. She could never get away from that man. Mickie noticed Ashley's confused expression and feigned a grin. 'I mean, that's great,' Mickie said, attempting to sound enthusiastic.

'I know! I'm so excited. I mean I wanted to work with you but I didn't know it would be so soon. This is going to be so fun,' Ashley chattered happily, not noticing that Mickie was walking to her locker.

Mickie put her bag in her locker and closed it shut, her mind still on the upcoming match with her ex-husband. She figured that Vince wanted to pair her up with a well known superstar so she could gain more exposure and fans- but why Randy? She would rather work with John Cena at this rate.

'There you are. I thought you just…like…disappeared.' Ashley let out a girlish giggle and Mickie had to restrain herself from rolling her eyes. The blonde latched onto Mickie's arm. 'C'mon, let's go practice in the ring.' Mickie let the diva search winner drag her towards the entrance of the arena.