Fic: One Can of Tuna (Lita/Christian, Prologue/?, PG-13)
Title: One Can of Tuna
Authors: And/Kori || posted as koriandor
Disclaimer: We own not.
Rating: PG-13
Pairing(s)/Characters: Lita/Christian, Edge, Trish, Victoria, Chris Jericho; many others appearing.
Spoilers: Bah, it's A/U
Summary: Just when they thought all hope was lost, they finally got their big break...
Warnings: Language for now.
Notes: Some real name usage.. and as stated above, this is an A/U story though parts of it will be taking place in the WWE setting. If we can think of anything else, we'll let you know.
Amy Dumas let out a sigh, hazel eyes staring out of the window for a moment.. This was really starting to get mundane. All day, it seemed, they would sit at their desks waiting for something to happen. Either for the phone to ring, an e-mail notification, the fax machine.. Something. But every day it was the same- absolutely nothing. Elsewhere in the three room office space, Adam Copeland was having another go at making fliers for their would be detective agency..The latest in the string of not so bright ideas that he and his step brother had concocted. And speaking of that step brother, Jason Reso was currently out... Supposedly sharpening his skills or digging up a lead, trying to get them a case.. Creating a case? Working on a case? At this point, the redheaded woman wasn't quite sure.
“At this rate,” Adam began as he entered the room, “We'll have aged by three years. You and Jay would actually start planning your wedding by then or even be married since this engagement has gone on forever, and I could call you sis.”
“And this is good news?” Amy rolled her eyes when Adam sent her a mock look of hurt. “Trust me Ads, I'm as sick of sitting here as you are. I think I'm starting to leave a butt impression on this chair.”
The tall blond man smirked, “I've already left one on the sleeper sofa at your apartment.”
She arched an eyebrow, “That's because the three of us are near broke....which means none of us can afford a decent place on our own.. Maybe after we finally get a real case, that'll change and we can kick you out. Or you can have the studio, whatever.”
Adam held a hand to his heart, “And you would kick out your soon to be step-brother? That gets me right here, Dumas.. Right here.”
“You'll live,” She replied simply, hazel eyes soon turning towards the clock, then the phone.. “Ring, damn it.”
Adam started to say something, then sneezed. “You'd think we could get a cleaning lady in here or something.”
Amy smiled wryly, tossing a dust rag at the tall blond. “We're broke, remember? If you really want things cleaned, you can do it. Besides, it's not like there's much to clean around here.. just the main office, the copy room and the dark room.”
“Slave driver,” Adam stuck out his tongue, tossing the dust rag on his desk. “I'll just have Jay do it when he gets back.. I'm older, anyway, I shouldn't have to do all the work.”
“By one month,” Amy said with another roll of her eyes, “And need I remind you who ends up doing most of the cleaning at the apartment?”
Adam smirked, “Well technically, Ames.. It is your apartment. Your name is on the lease... or yours and Jay's anyway.”
“You're just the leech who's left a permanent sized Adam dent in the couch?”
“Ha, ha.” Adam seated himself behind his desk, “If this case actually falls through, and we can actually get somewhere with it.. I won't be sleeping on your couch anymore.”
To that Amy simply shrugged, silently conceding the point. And he was right.. If this case went through for them, it would mean their first real case.. Hence their first real break since they'd started this detective agency. Hopefully this scheme would work out, they wouldn't have to keep begging off their parents to make ends meet and then.. Well, maybe she and Jay could finally get somewhere with planning their wedding.
“We are in business,” Jay Reso declared, holding up the camera as he walked in. “I've completed that first assignment. And now, all we have to do is get these bad boys developed.”
Adam and Amy were soon out of their respective seats, following the blue eyed blond to the dark room.
“And you did get everything that guy asked for, right?”
Jay arched an eyebrow, “Of course I did. Why else would I be out for so long, huh?”
Adam snorted, “Oh I don't know.. Wasting time? Trying to think of another mad cap scheme? Fountain diving for money?”
“Just shut up and let the master work,” The shorter of the two blond men removed the roll of film, “Can one of you get some pans ready?”
“I'll take care of it, Ads nearly wasted one can of the Dektol last time.”
“He pushed me.”
“I did not, you tripped over your own feet.”
“Wrong, you pushed me.”
“You tripped.”
“You pushed.”
“We don't have enough money to buy Tylenol so if you two would please stop before I get a headache?” Amy set the full pans on the counter, “Everything is set, babe.”
Jay sent her a grateful smile, the blond man going about with the developing process... The trio then beginning the waiting game..
Ten minutes later...
Adam drummed his fingers on the counter in the dark room, "How much longer is this going to take?"
Jay rolled his eyes, "Dude, it'll take as long as it takes. Have a little patience. And can you quit it with the finger drumming? Because it's annoying."
Adam made a face behind his step-brothers back.. "It's annoying."
Five minutes later...
"I hate to say this Jay but it looks like a whole bunch of nothing to me." Amy said, squinting at the pictures.
Jay scratched the back of his head, "I don't understand what's happened."
"You did take the lens cap off, right?"
Jay made a face, "What kind of idiot do you take me for?" He paused for a moment, realisation sinking in quickly, "Oh shit."
Adam rolled his eyes, "Oh great going, Genius.
The redhead sighed, "Looks like we'll be eating tuna for another month then."
"Dude, how could you be so stupid? Do you have any idea how much we had riding on this?" Adam complained.
"Of course I know. It's not like I did this on purpose. And it's not like you've got the best track record when it's comes to cameras. Does the Raynor case ring any bells?"
"I thought we'd decided never to mention that again."
Jay waved it off, "You decided more like it … if you'd remembered to load the film in the camera that day. We wouldn't be in this mess right now."
"That's right blame all this mess on me."
"Nobody's blaming you, Ads."
"Speak for yourself, Ames."
"Shut up, Reso."
"You shut up, Copeland."
Amy held a hand up, "Both of you can shut up. You two behaving like a pair of five years olds is not going to get us anywhere." Turning her attention to her fiancé, she held out her hand. “From now on? Neither of you are taking pictures.”
Jay sent her a wounded look, “But.. It was just this once..”
“And we're down to our last roll of film. Guys, we don't have a money tree growing on the balcony or anything--”
“I'm still working on that, actually.”
“And I'd feel terribly asking my parents or yours for another loan. No major bank is going to give us anything. We're three nearly out of work-”
“This is work.”
“Stop interrupting me,” Amy swept her hair back from her face. “At this point, our best bet is to go stand in the unemployment line or declare bankruptcy or--”
“No!” The two step brothers exclaimed in unison. Adam shaking his head emphatically. “Look, just because Jay's an idiot, doesn't mean we should just give up now.”
Jay took the camera from her, then took both of her hands in his. “Ames.. We can't give up yet. I mean yeah, we've had a few setbacks, we've been living off of tuna, pasta, boxed mac and cheese.. PB&J's for weeks but.. With everything bad that's happened, something has to go right.” He grinned at her then, “Look at us. Even with my moron of a step-brother around, we're still going strong.”
“I resent that. And I'll have you know, without me? You wouldn't be able to run this three-person detective agency.”
“Then I'll just clone myself or clone Amy. Problem solved.”
“With what money? In case you forgot already, dumb ass, we've already spent our savings. We're up to our ears in loans and--”
“I already said, if it comes down to it--”
“No,” Jay wrapped his arms around Amy's waist. “I don't care how broke we get, you are not selling your engagement ring.. And I'm sure we'll get another case, so don't worry about anything okay? We've always managed before, we'll manage now.”
Amy couldn't help but smile at the look on his face, nor at the gagging noises that Adam was making.. The redhead quickly giving Jay a kiss. “Okay. We'll give this another month, but then? We either get more serious about wrestling or we find another job.”
Adam half shrugged, “I think we're doing okay now.. I mean, the money we make from working the independent circuit pays the bills. And gets us our food.”
Amy smirked, “And if we put more effort into that instead of these wild business ideas, maybe we'd actually get somewhere. Y'all know I don't mind but.. I'm really starting to get sick of tuna.”
Jay opened his mouth to reply to that when there was a knock at the door, the three heading out of the dark room in a hurry..
“Welcome to the Copeland-Reso Detective Agency,” Adam began first, then blinked when he realised who had just walked in.. “You're Jim Ross!”
“Yes,” the portly man in the black Cowboy hat replied, “And I know I've come to the right place.”
Amy smiled amiably, “Please.. Have a seat,” She gestured to the nearest desk chair. “How may we be of service to you today, Mr. Ross?”
J.R cleared his throat, “We've had a few problems as of late regarding some of our divas. I assume y'all know all about the WWE, how we work? Your ad in the paper had mentioned that y'all wrestle on the independent circuit, so.. Mr. McMahon thought we could use y'all to help us figure out what's going on.”
“That sounds great,” Amy spoke up before Adam or Jay could say a word, “Just let us know when we need to be there and we'll be there. No matter the time or place.”
Once the necessary information had been exchanged, J.R leaving with one of the few business cards they'd actually managed to print up, the trio let out sighs of relief. Granted, they didn't know the full details on the case.. Nor did J.R have the heart to tell them it was only a storyline...and that Mr. McMahon was hiring them for personal amusement, but...to the three would be detectives- it was big, the trio settling back behind their desks.. Adam sending the redhead a curious look.
“What newspaper ad was he talking about?”
Amy smiled sheepishly, “Well.. I kinda used that one sketch you had done of the three of us, wrote up something quick... I might have also mentioned that we're independent wrestlers looking for work.”
“You used that sketch?”
“Who cares,” Jay interrupted before Adam could continue. “It's work and it's with the WWE. This really could be our big break. Come on, let's call our parents and tell them about this--”
“Mom and dad aren't going to care.”
“You don't know that. And if they care enough, they'll take us out to dinner.” Jay sent his step brother a smug smile, “And if they do that? That's one less night we have to eat tuna, so pick up the phone and call.”
Adam rolled his eyes, but picked up the phone none the less.. The taller of the two step brothers soon on the phone to beg and plead with his mother.
Authors: And/Kori || posted as koriandor
Disclaimer: We own not.
Rating: PG-13
Pairing(s)/Characters: Lita/Christian, Edge, Trish, Victoria, Chris Jericho; many others appearing.
Spoilers: Bah, it's A/U
Summary: Just when they thought all hope was lost, they finally got their big break...
Warnings: Language for now.
Notes: Some real name usage.. and as stated above, this is an A/U story though parts of it will be taking place in the WWE setting. If we can think of anything else, we'll let you know.
Amy Dumas let out a sigh, hazel eyes staring out of the window for a moment.. This was really starting to get mundane. All day, it seemed, they would sit at their desks waiting for something to happen. Either for the phone to ring, an e-mail notification, the fax machine.. Something. But every day it was the same- absolutely nothing. Elsewhere in the three room office space, Adam Copeland was having another go at making fliers for their would be detective agency..The latest in the string of not so bright ideas that he and his step brother had concocted. And speaking of that step brother, Jason Reso was currently out... Supposedly sharpening his skills or digging up a lead, trying to get them a case.. Creating a case? Working on a case? At this point, the redheaded woman wasn't quite sure.
“At this rate,” Adam began as he entered the room, “We'll have aged by three years. You and Jay would actually start planning your wedding by then or even be married since this engagement has gone on forever, and I could call you sis.”
“And this is good news?” Amy rolled her eyes when Adam sent her a mock look of hurt. “Trust me Ads, I'm as sick of sitting here as you are. I think I'm starting to leave a butt impression on this chair.”
The tall blond man smirked, “I've already left one on the sleeper sofa at your apartment.”
She arched an eyebrow, “That's because the three of us are near broke....which means none of us can afford a decent place on our own.. Maybe after we finally get a real case, that'll change and we can kick you out. Or you can have the studio, whatever.”
Adam held a hand to his heart, “And you would kick out your soon to be step-brother? That gets me right here, Dumas.. Right here.”
“You'll live,” She replied simply, hazel eyes soon turning towards the clock, then the phone.. “Ring, damn it.”
Adam started to say something, then sneezed. “You'd think we could get a cleaning lady in here or something.”
Amy smiled wryly, tossing a dust rag at the tall blond. “We're broke, remember? If you really want things cleaned, you can do it. Besides, it's not like there's much to clean around here.. just the main office, the copy room and the dark room.”
“Slave driver,” Adam stuck out his tongue, tossing the dust rag on his desk. “I'll just have Jay do it when he gets back.. I'm older, anyway, I shouldn't have to do all the work.”
“By one month,” Amy said with another roll of her eyes, “And need I remind you who ends up doing most of the cleaning at the apartment?”
Adam smirked, “Well technically, Ames.. It is your apartment. Your name is on the lease... or yours and Jay's anyway.”
“You're just the leech who's left a permanent sized Adam dent in the couch?”
“Ha, ha.” Adam seated himself behind his desk, “If this case actually falls through, and we can actually get somewhere with it.. I won't be sleeping on your couch anymore.”
To that Amy simply shrugged, silently conceding the point. And he was right.. If this case went through for them, it would mean their first real case.. Hence their first real break since they'd started this detective agency. Hopefully this scheme would work out, they wouldn't have to keep begging off their parents to make ends meet and then.. Well, maybe she and Jay could finally get somewhere with planning their wedding.
“We are in business,” Jay Reso declared, holding up the camera as he walked in. “I've completed that first assignment. And now, all we have to do is get these bad boys developed.”
Adam and Amy were soon out of their respective seats, following the blue eyed blond to the dark room.
“And you did get everything that guy asked for, right?”
Jay arched an eyebrow, “Of course I did. Why else would I be out for so long, huh?”
Adam snorted, “Oh I don't know.. Wasting time? Trying to think of another mad cap scheme? Fountain diving for money?”
“Just shut up and let the master work,” The shorter of the two blond men removed the roll of film, “Can one of you get some pans ready?”
“I'll take care of it, Ads nearly wasted one can of the Dektol last time.”
“He pushed me.”
“I did not, you tripped over your own feet.”
“Wrong, you pushed me.”
“You tripped.”
“You pushed.”
“We don't have enough money to buy Tylenol so if you two would please stop before I get a headache?” Amy set the full pans on the counter, “Everything is set, babe.”
Jay sent her a grateful smile, the blond man going about with the developing process... The trio then beginning the waiting game..
Ten minutes later...
Adam drummed his fingers on the counter in the dark room, "How much longer is this going to take?"
Jay rolled his eyes, "Dude, it'll take as long as it takes. Have a little patience. And can you quit it with the finger drumming? Because it's annoying."
Adam made a face behind his step-brothers back.. "It's annoying."
Five minutes later...
"I hate to say this Jay but it looks like a whole bunch of nothing to me." Amy said, squinting at the pictures.
Jay scratched the back of his head, "I don't understand what's happened."
"You did take the lens cap off, right?"
Jay made a face, "What kind of idiot do you take me for?" He paused for a moment, realisation sinking in quickly, "Oh shit."
Adam rolled his eyes, "Oh great going, Genius.
The redhead sighed, "Looks like we'll be eating tuna for another month then."
"Dude, how could you be so stupid? Do you have any idea how much we had riding on this?" Adam complained.
"Of course I know. It's not like I did this on purpose. And it's not like you've got the best track record when it's comes to cameras. Does the Raynor case ring any bells?"
"I thought we'd decided never to mention that again."
Jay waved it off, "You decided more like it … if you'd remembered to load the film in the camera that day. We wouldn't be in this mess right now."
"That's right blame all this mess on me."
"Nobody's blaming you, Ads."
"Speak for yourself, Ames."
"Shut up, Reso."
"You shut up, Copeland."
Amy held a hand up, "Both of you can shut up. You two behaving like a pair of five years olds is not going to get us anywhere." Turning her attention to her fiancé, she held out her hand. “From now on? Neither of you are taking pictures.”
Jay sent her a wounded look, “But.. It was just this once..”
“And we're down to our last roll of film. Guys, we don't have a money tree growing on the balcony or anything--”
“I'm still working on that, actually.”
“And I'd feel terribly asking my parents or yours for another loan. No major bank is going to give us anything. We're three nearly out of work-”
“This is work.”
“Stop interrupting me,” Amy swept her hair back from her face. “At this point, our best bet is to go stand in the unemployment line or declare bankruptcy or--”
“No!” The two step brothers exclaimed in unison. Adam shaking his head emphatically. “Look, just because Jay's an idiot, doesn't mean we should just give up now.”
Jay took the camera from her, then took both of her hands in his. “Ames.. We can't give up yet. I mean yeah, we've had a few setbacks, we've been living off of tuna, pasta, boxed mac and cheese.. PB&J's for weeks but.. With everything bad that's happened, something has to go right.” He grinned at her then, “Look at us. Even with my moron of a step-brother around, we're still going strong.”
“I resent that. And I'll have you know, without me? You wouldn't be able to run this three-person detective agency.”
“Then I'll just clone myself or clone Amy. Problem solved.”
“With what money? In case you forgot already, dumb ass, we've already spent our savings. We're up to our ears in loans and--”
“I already said, if it comes down to it--”
“No,” Jay wrapped his arms around Amy's waist. “I don't care how broke we get, you are not selling your engagement ring.. And I'm sure we'll get another case, so don't worry about anything okay? We've always managed before, we'll manage now.”
Amy couldn't help but smile at the look on his face, nor at the gagging noises that Adam was making.. The redhead quickly giving Jay a kiss. “Okay. We'll give this another month, but then? We either get more serious about wrestling or we find another job.”
Adam half shrugged, “I think we're doing okay now.. I mean, the money we make from working the independent circuit pays the bills. And gets us our food.”
Amy smirked, “And if we put more effort into that instead of these wild business ideas, maybe we'd actually get somewhere. Y'all know I don't mind but.. I'm really starting to get sick of tuna.”
Jay opened his mouth to reply to that when there was a knock at the door, the three heading out of the dark room in a hurry..
“Welcome to the Copeland-Reso Detective Agency,” Adam began first, then blinked when he realised who had just walked in.. “You're Jim Ross!”
“Yes,” the portly man in the black Cowboy hat replied, “And I know I've come to the right place.”
Amy smiled amiably, “Please.. Have a seat,” She gestured to the nearest desk chair. “How may we be of service to you today, Mr. Ross?”
J.R cleared his throat, “We've had a few problems as of late regarding some of our divas. I assume y'all know all about the WWE, how we work? Your ad in the paper had mentioned that y'all wrestle on the independent circuit, so.. Mr. McMahon thought we could use y'all to help us figure out what's going on.”
“That sounds great,” Amy spoke up before Adam or Jay could say a word, “Just let us know when we need to be there and we'll be there. No matter the time or place.”
Once the necessary information had been exchanged, J.R leaving with one of the few business cards they'd actually managed to print up, the trio let out sighs of relief. Granted, they didn't know the full details on the case.. Nor did J.R have the heart to tell them it was only a storyline...and that Mr. McMahon was hiring them for personal amusement, but...to the three would be detectives- it was big, the trio settling back behind their desks.. Adam sending the redhead a curious look.
“What newspaper ad was he talking about?”
Amy smiled sheepishly, “Well.. I kinda used that one sketch you had done of the three of us, wrote up something quick... I might have also mentioned that we're independent wrestlers looking for work.”
“You used that sketch?”
“Who cares,” Jay interrupted before Adam could continue. “It's work and it's with the WWE. This really could be our big break. Come on, let's call our parents and tell them about this--”
“Mom and dad aren't going to care.”
“You don't know that. And if they care enough, they'll take us out to dinner.” Jay sent his step brother a smug smile, “And if they do that? That's one less night we have to eat tuna, so pick up the phone and call.”
Adam rolled his eyes, but picked up the phone none the less.. The taller of the two step brothers soon on the phone to beg and plead with his mother.