Disclaimer: Nope I still don't own anything...wait I own Kristina, considering she's a self insert to some degree. Every body is their own person and works for the WWE...Although I wouldn't mind owning Randy or John or Rey or Jay -trails off and continues to mumble-
Notes: Matt/Amy/Adam issue never happened. Takes place after June 20, 2005. After the wedding of Edge and Lita. Draft picks are staying the same as they are in the shows. This is A/U, although they still wrestle obviously. You'll see why it's A/U later. Certain Smackdown! characters will be making appearances.
Pairings you'll have to wait and see.
Summary: Can a little girl be more trouble more then she's worth? When three superstars come across a little girl one night, their whole world is turned upside down. What's her secret? Why is she so afraid of being found?
Prologue
Amy sighed as she fell back onto an empty bench in the Divas' locker room. A hand moving up to rub her sore neck. She'd just gotten back from her 'marriage' to Edge, which had been unsurprisingly interrupted by Kane. Although she knew that Kane hadn't intentionally meant to hurt her, his grip on her neck had been a bit too tight. She didn't blame him since it was all part of the storyline for him to make an attempt to choke slam her.
"Ames..." Lisa said as she walked into the locker room. Her eyes falling onto the redheaded Diva perched on a bench still in the wedding dress. "You okay?" She asked as she moved forward to place a hand on her friends' shoulder.
The redhead Diva offered a small smile. "Just peachy."
The black haired Diva frowned, "Then why, may I ask are you rubbing your neck? Something happened didn't it."
The Diva in question shrugged, "Kane just held on a little too tightly that's all." The look she gave her black haired friend ended all further questions. "How's little Christy doing?"
The black haired Diva smirked as she leaned against the wall, her arms crossing over her chest. "She's fine."
The redhead rolled her eyes, "Don't hurt her too much when you fight her at Backlash."
Lisa smiled, "Of course not."
Amy opened her mouth to retort, however the consistent sound of someone knocking caused the Diva to shut her mouth. "Expecting company?" she asked the raven haired Diva before standing up to answer the door.
"Still in the get-up I see." the blonde Canadian said as he leaned against the door frame.
Amy rolled her eyes, pushing Chris playfully. "Can I help ya with something?"
The blonde shrugged as he moved past the Diva. "Just wondering if you, Stacy and Lisa wanna join me, Jay, John and Tyson for a bite to eat after the show."
"Well Stacy isn't here but when she comes around I'll ask her. I'm up for going anywhere." The redhead looked up to the black haired Diva. "What about you?"
The black haired Diva shrugged, "Sure why not. We have nothing better to do."
Chris smiled, "Great. I'll let you to get ready. Meet us in our locker room when you get Stacy."
Lisa touched her forehead, "Right away Jerky."
The man shook his head before waving at the duo as he left them to their own.
"Well," Amy began, "I'm going to hop in the shower. Can you see if you can find Stacy? I'm sure she's with Shane and Matt."
Lisa nodded. The redheaded Diva smiled as she easily slipped out of the revealing wedding dress. The black haired Diva left the room, giving the fiery Diva some peace.
After leaving the locker room, Lisa made her way silently down the hallways. Only greeting a few of her co-workers she happened to come across. Shortly, she came to the locker room designated to 'The Hurricane and Rosey'. The black haired Diva knocked twice, before waiting patiently for the door to open. Lucky for her, she didn't have to wait long.
The door opened to reveal a smiling Shane Helms. "Hey Lise," he greeted opening the door wider, "To what do I owe the pleasure.
The Diva smiled, "Hey Shane. Just looking for Stace, is she in there?"
"Sure is." The North Caroline native smiled, stepping away from the door. "Come in."
The Diva nodded her head in thanks before entering the locker room. She caught sight of her blonde friend quickly. The blonde sat on one of the benches chatting happily with Matt. Both slightly out of their 'hero' costumes.
"Hey Stacy, Matt."
The blonde excused herself from her current conversion. "Hey Lisa, what's up?" she asked, moving over to give Lisa some room on the bench.
The raven haired Diva opted to stand, leaning back against the wall with her arms crossed.
"Chris wanted to know if you want to come out to eat with us." She turned her attention to the two men. "You're more then welcome to join us as well if you want. Ames is going."
Shane smiled and nodded.
Stacy smiled, "Sure that sounds great. I'll meet you in the locker room. We have to see Bischoff before we leave."
The raven haired Diva nodded, "No problem. I'll see ya in about a half hour then." Lisa waved to the trio before once again making her way out to the hallway.
Half an hour later, Lisa found herself just outside the locker room she shared with Amy. The familiar voice within indicated that Amy had finished her shower and was now talking with Shane, Matt and Stacy.
The Diva walked into the locker room and saw that her four friends were in deed ready to go.
Stacy sat beside Shane. She wore a whit0e baby tee with a black skirt that came to mid-thigh. Her legs were crossed as she leaned back against the wall.
Beside her, Shane was wearing a black T-shirt. The Green Lantern symbol imprinted in the center. Matt sat on floor, leaning back against the bench, half listening to the conversation between the blonde and redhead. The large man wore a white Superman T-shirt with a pair of baggy knee length blue jeans.
The redhead had her back to the group although she kept up with the conversation. She wore a very worn ECW T-shirt that came to her waist. A pair of tight dark blue jeans completing the outfit. Lisa couldn't help but smile at the thought of Bischoff seeing the shirt on one of his employees. The man would be furious.
"A little nostalgic aren't we?" Lisa teased as she took a seat beside the redhead, who in a very childlike manner stuck out her tongue.
Amy stood up as she excused herself from the conversation between herself and Stacy, to put her make-up back in her bag She felt something hit against her back. The redhead turned quickly glaring down at the three pieces of paper on the floor. Her glare made it's way to the innocent looking Shane and Lisa.
The Diva opened her mouth to threaten the two only to be abruptly interrupted by a knock on the door. She rolled her eyes, 'People have horrible timing.' she thought as she glared at the door. This was the second time she was cut off by a damn knock.
"Are ya'll done yet? We're read' to go." John Cena shouted as he knocked once more against the door.
Amy rolled her eyes. Why were people so insistent on things these days. She moved slowly to open the door to piss the brown haired champion off more. "Calm down. Geez, it's rude to rush people. We just finished."
The door opened with a jerk causing the brown haired wrestler to tumble into the Divas locker room.
"Shit." John rubbed the back of his head, glaring at the Diva.
The two blonde Canadians and Tyson stepped over the man snickering.
John rolled his eyes as he quickly picked himself up. A slight rose tint coming to his cheeks. "Go 'head and laugh. Watch I'll get ya back Red."
She crossed her arms loosely over her chest. "Hey it wasn't my fault that you were leaning against the door. You know that someone was going to open it."
The two glared at each other and it was quite apparent neither wanted to back down.
Tyson chuckled from his position against the wall, "Children, when you're ready."
Amy was the first to turn away, ignoring the smirk that was forming on the brown haired wrestlers face. "Like I said before we just finished. Where are you planning to go?"
"We just want to go to Friendly's and grab a bite to eat before we head back to the hotel." Jay answered.
Chris looked over to Shane and Matt. "You two joining us?"
"Yeah Lisa invited us." Shane answered.
Matt quickly added, "We hope you don't mind."
Cena shook his head, "That's cool. The more the merrier."
"Who's gonna need rides? Cause I know not everyone brought a car." Chris asked, his arms crossing loosely over his chest.
"Well, I came with Matt and Shane." Stacy answered.
"Ames brought me." Lisa said shortly after.
"And these three monkeys came with me." Chris said thumbing to Jay, Tyson and John. Ignoring the glares he was receiving from said three he continued, "But I need to talk with Lise and Jay alone." The blonde looked over to the redheaded Diva. "Think you can handle those two?"
He was answered with a roll of her eyes. " Yeah, whatever." She glanced over to the smirking Tyson Tomko and John Cena. "So we'll follow you out then?"
Irvine shrugged, "Sure. Unless you know how to get there. Then just meet us there."
"We'll meet you at the entrance of the parking lot." Hazel eyes fell back to the forms leaning by the door. "Alright boys...let's go."
The redhead lead the two wrestlers quietly out of the arena. The bitter cold night air brushed against her bare arms. Why it had to be so cold in the middle of summer was beyond her. It was suppose to be summer. It should be hot. "Too damn cold." she mumbled as she maneuvered them through the parked cars.
"It ain't that cold. Toughen up." Cena commented with a smirk. Tyson shook his head.
Amy wrapped her arms around her upper body. "Oh shut the fu-"she trailed off as she drew closer to her rental car. "What's that?" she pointed to a darken figure leaning against the car.
The two men glared at the area she pointed. The trio glanced at each other before any of them moved closer. If someone had the idea to attack the woman standing between the two, they had another thing coming. However, as they walked closer the figure grew smaller. Amy chose to be the more daring one and stepped forward to the small figure positive that it was nothing that would harm them.
"Hey..." She called out. The figures' head shot up quickly to reveal a teary eyed little girl. The girls' eyes widen as the two men behind Amy drew closer.
"Don't hurt me..." the little girl whispered, so softly the redheaded Diva had to strain her ears to hear.
The Diva reached her hands forward to rest on the girls' shoulder. The child looking ready to run with fear. " I'm not going to hurt you." Amy looked back to the two wrestlers. "And neither are they."
John ran a hand through his hair as he knelt down in front of the little girl a bit unsure. He wasn't used to dealing with little kids. "Hey small fry..." He said jokingly, drawing the girls' attention. "We ain't gonna hurt you. Name's John. The loud mouth redhead here is Amy." he ignored the pointed look from said woman and continued. "And the big guy over there is Tyson." The blue eyed wrestler watched as the little girl looked at the tall tattooed wrestler. Her eyes growing wide as she drew back into Amy's arms.
"Aw sweetie. Tyson won't hurt you. He's nothing but a big teddy bear." Amy said softly trying to ease the little girls' fears.
Tyson smiled and made a face causing the little girl as well as the other two adults to laugh. Now this was a side of Tyson very few people got to see, if they saw it at all.
"Can ya tell me your name?" John asked as he held out his hand to the little girl. She looked at the large hand before getting out of Amy's arms and placing her much smaller hand into his.
"Kristina..."she whispered as she stepped closer to John and into the light.
The seven year old Spanish girl stood no bigger then 3'10", easily being dwarfed by the three superstars. She had tanned skin much like Bastisa's. Large brown eyes stared at them through long eye lashes. Her jet black hair fell just below her waist but was pulled back into a low ponytail. She wore a short sleeve black shirt that looked three sizes to big for her tiny frame. The shirt was torn and ragged. The jeans she wore were barely able to stay around her waist. Dried blood spotted both the jeans and t-shirt. The girl looked so thin as if she hadn't eaten in days.
Amy's hand shot up to cover her mouth. What could have possibly happened to this little girl? was the first thought to cross her mind. The girl was barely old enough to take care of herself and here she was alone in a parking lot. Where were her parents? What if some psycho person had came and taken the little girl. She could have been hurt if not worse. But something told her, that this little girl was more then just what met the eyes.
John bent forward and picked up the little girl. His brows knotted in confusion. His thoughts were along the same as Amy's. The brown haired wrestler glanced over to Tyson, the man's face marred with a deep frown.
Amy's hand moved forward to run through the girls' loose ponytail. "Can you tell me why you're out here all by yourself?"
Kristina looked at the three wrestlers, then cautiously looked around the parking lot as if expecting someone to come out. Her dark brown eyes grew wide with a new fear. She buried her head against John's chest, clenching tightly to his jersey. The girls' sobs breaking into the night air.
Amy looked down at the girl, worry crossing the redheads features. She placed a hand on the little girls' head, trying to comfort her. "Hun what's wrong?"
The girl sniffled. Her small hand releasing their death grip on the shirt moving up to rub her eyes. A frown crossed Amy's face as the girl didn't answer.
"I think we should take her to the police." Tyson finally spoke, his arms crossed as he looked down at the brown haired wrestler.
"NO!"
Black hair moved side to side violently as Kristina shook her head. She pushed against John's chest. The brown haired wrestler nearly dropping the tan skinned seven year old. He tried to calm her down but the young girl wouldn't relent.
"Let me go!" she cried, banging her small fists against his broad chest. John frowned.
"Whoa girl," John tightened his hold on her slightly, not wanting to hurt her. "Calm down."
"Kristina...please. We're not going to hurt you." Amy added as she reached out again to run her fingers through the seven year olds hair.
The girls' movements ceased. Big brown eyes turned to look into the woman's hazel eyes. She sniffled, a small hand moving to wipe at her tears.
"You promise?" her voice shaky and small. She sounded so distant. "Please don't make me go back!" she sobbed, fresh tears beginning to fall once again. "Please don't..."
The trio's eyes soften at the sight. Tyson couldn't help but be bothered with what she said. What did she mean don't take here back. Back to where? The bald man crossed his arms, then glanced at his watch.
The tall man coughed, "We should go. Let's take the girl with us before Jerky decides to call."
As if on cue, John's cell phone rung. The brown haired wrestler rolled his eyes. Quickly he handed the black haired girl to a very surprised Tyson. The bald man holding the child awkwardly as John answered the phone.
"Yo..."
"Where the fuck are you three?" Chris yelled through the phone. His voice dripping with annoyance. "We've been waiting for 15 minutes for your sorry asses."
John sighed as he ran a hand through his short brown hair. His eyes falling on the forms beside him. Amy was watching the little girl in Tyson's arms as she leaned against the rental. Tyson now held the seven year old closer to him, however on his face was an expression of annoyance. Little Kristina was tugging lightly on his goatee, muttering something about Uncle Tyson's long hair. John blinked...Wait Uncle Tyson? The girl doesn't know the man and she called him Uncle Tyson. He could the others were just as surprised.
"We got sidetracked. We just got to the car." John answered, watching the young girl. Her eyes drooping. She stopped her little tug war, leaning against Tyson's chest. Brown eyes closing as the girl fell into a light sleep.
"What the hell were you doing? I'm starving!"
John couldn't help but smile as he heard Lisa telling Chris that he wasn't the only one who was hungry and that it was rude to make people rush.
"Chris, don't worr'. We-" John began only for Amy to grab his phone.
"Chris. I don't think we can make it. We have to head back to the hotel." Amy said softly so not to wake Kristina.
She was sure Chris rolled his eyes as he sighed. "What do you mean? Why do you need to go to the hotel?" he asked suspiciously.
Amy sighed, running a hand through her red locks. "I'll tell you later. Just go on without us. Bye" She hung up before Chris could get another word in.
Tyson slowly shifted the girl in his arms so she was in a more comfortable position. She didn't wake, only grabbed onto a fist full of his black tank top.
"Never knew you to be a papa figure, Ty." John teased. The Problem Solver glared at the brown haired wrestler.
Amy rolled her eyes. "Let's go. Kristina needs a bed to sleep in and we can try to figure out what we should do with her from there."
The two men nodded, waiting for the woman to open the doors.
Final Notes: I hope you all liked it. Do you think I should continue or just forget about it? Well gotta run see you later. .