Fic: Just Grow Up (Diva Fic, 4/?, PG)
Title: Just Grow Up
Author: Kori/justagirl8225
Disclaimer: Not mine
Spoilers: Nope
Rating: PG
Characters/Pairing: Lita, Eve, Mickie, Tara, Velvet Sky featuring in this part; others mentioned.
Summary: This was risky to begin with, but one night made it that much more interesting.
Notes: Crossover with Supernatural so at the very least, Dean & Sam will appear, but going to ignore most of the SPN storyline. A modified reply to this challenge. See previous parts for other notes.
Previously: Memories
Somehow the rest of the evening goes off without a hitch, though the guilty parties from the catering hall wisely avoid Tara. Management enforces a curfew due to the Smackdown tapings tomorrow, even if all employees aren’t scheduled to be there, they are advised to be ready just in case. Because of this, they all retire somewhat early to the hotel; Mickie and Amy’s hotel room connecting between Jamie and Angelina and Christy and Tara. The redhead also knows that Josh Harter and Alex Shelley are across the hall along with Evan Bourne and A.J Styles and John Cena and Randy Orton.
Due to the hooligans directly across from them, the Knockouts and Amy decide that it’s in their best interest to remain vigilant.
It’s not until the next morning that Jamie is the first to realize that there’s something terribly wrong because she’s pinched her arm far too much for this to still be a nightmare…
“Angel?” Jamie questioned tentatively, creeping closer to the small blonde head, “Angelina?”
“Five more minutes, mommy…”
Jamie clasped her hands to her mouth, backing up and quickly knocking on the connecting door.
Mickie blinked, “Jamie? What in the world…”
“We have got a serious problem,” Jamie said and then grabbed Mickie’s hand, “Angelina’s… she’s….”
“A kid?!” Mickie declared and then gasped, “Oh shit.”
Jamie paled as they retreated back to Amy and Mickie’s hotel room, “Who else was in the catering hall last night?”
Mickie frowned, “I’m not sure… but Tara kept a ‘shit-list’ so we can check with her.”
“You wake up Amy, I’ll go get Tara… and then we’ll go from there.”
By the time Amy was awake, Tara and Christy had gathered into the hotel room as well; a piece of paper with the bold lettering ‘Tara’s Shit List’ written at the top in Jamie’s hands.
“Okay, so, Angelina, Kelly, those twins…” Jamie paused and looked over to Tara, “but they didn’t do anything.”
Tara shrugged, “no, but they were in there… aside from Angelina, I wouldn’t make any apologies for any accidents…”
Jamie shook her head, but continued to read, “Evan Bourne, A.J., Randy the Moron, John the Idiot, Josh the Jackass…” Jamie promptly looked offended, “that jackass is still my boyfriend.”
“Just keep reading, blondie.”
“Alex, Rob V., C.M Punk, Alex Riley, Miz and Maryse.”
Amy sighed, “So that’s fifteen people that were in there at the time… that we know about. How do we check their hotel rooms? If they shared the same fate as Angel, we can’t exactly get them to open the door.”
Tara took the list back, “We talk to Dixie and Vince, explain the situation as best we can and then have them deal with hotel management.”
Jamie frowned, “but what next? They can’t stay kids forever…”
A determined look washed over Amy’s features, “I’m gonna go get Eve, explain everything to her. Just leave that part to us.”
While Tara and Mickie set off to find the higher-ups, Jamie went back to her hotel room to check on Angelina. Amy, meanwhile, set off to find her sister, calling the younger woman and meeting her in the hallway.
“Seriously?”
Amy nodded, “I wouldn’t have believed if I didn’t see Angel. She’s a kid… well, a child. But yeah, she’s younger.”
Eve sighed, “So, what exactly do you want me to do?” And at Amy’s pointed look, the younger woman groaned. “No, Ames, I am not calling them.”
Amy arched an eyebrow, “Eve, they’re probably the only two people on this earth that we could call, who won’t think we’re entirely crazy and won’t find this situation highly implausible.” Her arms crossed, “call them.”
Eve scowled, “but why do I have to call?”
Amy hesitated, “because, I …” Chewing on her lower lip, the older woman sighed. “Just call them, okay?”
Eve heaved out a defeated sigh, “Fine, I’ll call…”
While Eve dialed, Amy mouthed a thank you, the two returning to Amy and Mickie’s hotel room to wait and evaluate the rest of the situation. They’d only just gotten into the hotel room when Eve was able to reach one of the men…
“Sam? This is Eve… Eve Torres…. Yes, that Eve.” She rolled her eyes, heading into the bathroom for some privacy. “Listen, are you and Dean busy? We have a bit of a problem.”
While Eve briefly explained the situation and gave Sam the address of the hotel, Dean looked on impatiently.
“So? Who was that?”
“I know you heard me,” Sam said first and then looked down at his phone. “That was Eve Torres.”
Dean arched an eyebrow, “that’s a name I haven’t heard in a decade…”
“At least,” Sam replied and then frowned, “seems that she and her sister have a problem.”
Dean held up his hands in defense, “I can swear to you that I …”
Sam rolled his eyes, “not that kind of a problem, Dean. A problem that we deal with.”
“Oh,” the older brother said and then arched an eyebrow, “so where are we going?”
“To Orlando, Florida.” Sam grabbed his jacket, hastily shoving his arms through the sleeves. “Come on Dean, we have to go.”
Writing off his brother’s insistence as paranoia, Dean continued at a more relaxed pace, and since he had the all-important car; Sam couldn’t go very far without him, anyway. Still, he would admit that he was more than a little curious as to why Eve and her sister would call… the green eyed male also wondering why Amy hadn’t called but having a good guess as to why.
Author: Kori/justagirl8225
Disclaimer: Not mine
Spoilers: Nope
Rating: PG
Characters/Pairing: Lita, Eve, Mickie, Tara, Velvet Sky featuring in this part; others mentioned.
Summary: This was risky to begin with, but one night made it that much more interesting.
Notes: Crossover with Supernatural so at the very least, Dean & Sam will appear, but going to ignore most of the SPN storyline. A modified reply to this challenge. See previous parts for other notes.
Previously: Memories
Somehow the rest of the evening goes off without a hitch, though the guilty parties from the catering hall wisely avoid Tara. Management enforces a curfew due to the Smackdown tapings tomorrow, even if all employees aren’t scheduled to be there, they are advised to be ready just in case. Because of this, they all retire somewhat early to the hotel; Mickie and Amy’s hotel room connecting between Jamie and Angelina and Christy and Tara. The redhead also knows that Josh Harter and Alex Shelley are across the hall along with Evan Bourne and A.J Styles and John Cena and Randy Orton.
Due to the hooligans directly across from them, the Knockouts and Amy decide that it’s in their best interest to remain vigilant.
It’s not until the next morning that Jamie is the first to realize that there’s something terribly wrong because she’s pinched her arm far too much for this to still be a nightmare…
“Angel?” Jamie questioned tentatively, creeping closer to the small blonde head, “Angelina?”
“Five more minutes, mommy…”
Jamie clasped her hands to her mouth, backing up and quickly knocking on the connecting door.
Mickie blinked, “Jamie? What in the world…”
“We have got a serious problem,” Jamie said and then grabbed Mickie’s hand, “Angelina’s… she’s….”
“A kid?!” Mickie declared and then gasped, “Oh shit.”
Jamie paled as they retreated back to Amy and Mickie’s hotel room, “Who else was in the catering hall last night?”
Mickie frowned, “I’m not sure… but Tara kept a ‘shit-list’ so we can check with her.”
“You wake up Amy, I’ll go get Tara… and then we’ll go from there.”
By the time Amy was awake, Tara and Christy had gathered into the hotel room as well; a piece of paper with the bold lettering ‘Tara’s Shit List’ written at the top in Jamie’s hands.
“Okay, so, Angelina, Kelly, those twins…” Jamie paused and looked over to Tara, “but they didn’t do anything.”
Tara shrugged, “no, but they were in there… aside from Angelina, I wouldn’t make any apologies for any accidents…”
Jamie shook her head, but continued to read, “Evan Bourne, A.J., Randy the Moron, John the Idiot, Josh the Jackass…” Jamie promptly looked offended, “that jackass is still my boyfriend.”
“Just keep reading, blondie.”
“Alex, Rob V., C.M Punk, Alex Riley, Miz and Maryse.”
Amy sighed, “So that’s fifteen people that were in there at the time… that we know about. How do we check their hotel rooms? If they shared the same fate as Angel, we can’t exactly get them to open the door.”
Tara took the list back, “We talk to Dixie and Vince, explain the situation as best we can and then have them deal with hotel management.”
Jamie frowned, “but what next? They can’t stay kids forever…”
A determined look washed over Amy’s features, “I’m gonna go get Eve, explain everything to her. Just leave that part to us.”
While Tara and Mickie set off to find the higher-ups, Jamie went back to her hotel room to check on Angelina. Amy, meanwhile, set off to find her sister, calling the younger woman and meeting her in the hallway.
“Seriously?”
Amy nodded, “I wouldn’t have believed if I didn’t see Angel. She’s a kid… well, a child. But yeah, she’s younger.”
Eve sighed, “So, what exactly do you want me to do?” And at Amy’s pointed look, the younger woman groaned. “No, Ames, I am not calling them.”
Amy arched an eyebrow, “Eve, they’re probably the only two people on this earth that we could call, who won’t think we’re entirely crazy and won’t find this situation highly implausible.” Her arms crossed, “call them.”
Eve scowled, “but why do I have to call?”
Amy hesitated, “because, I …” Chewing on her lower lip, the older woman sighed. “Just call them, okay?”
Eve heaved out a defeated sigh, “Fine, I’ll call…”
While Eve dialed, Amy mouthed a thank you, the two returning to Amy and Mickie’s hotel room to wait and evaluate the rest of the situation. They’d only just gotten into the hotel room when Eve was able to reach one of the men…
“Sam? This is Eve… Eve Torres…. Yes, that Eve.” She rolled her eyes, heading into the bathroom for some privacy. “Listen, are you and Dean busy? We have a bit of a problem.”
While Eve briefly explained the situation and gave Sam the address of the hotel, Dean looked on impatiently.
“So? Who was that?”
“I know you heard me,” Sam said first and then looked down at his phone. “That was Eve Torres.”
Dean arched an eyebrow, “that’s a name I haven’t heard in a decade…”
“At least,” Sam replied and then frowned, “seems that she and her sister have a problem.”
Dean held up his hands in defense, “I can swear to you that I …”
Sam rolled his eyes, “not that kind of a problem, Dean. A problem that we deal with.”
“Oh,” the older brother said and then arched an eyebrow, “so where are we going?”
“To Orlando, Florida.” Sam grabbed his jacket, hastily shoving his arms through the sleeves. “Come on Dean, we have to go.”
Writing off his brother’s insistence as paranoia, Dean continued at a more relaxed pace, and since he had the all-important car; Sam couldn’t go very far without him, anyway. Still, he would admit that he was more than a little curious as to why Eve and her sister would call… the green eyed male also wondering why Amy hadn’t called but having a good guess as to why.