AUTHOR'S NOTE: I never intended for Trouble to have a sequel, but my mind refused to leave things the way they ended in that fic. If you haven't read that one, please do. This fic will contain spoilers for the first one! With that said, enjoy!

ONE: Prologue

MICHAEL

I couldn't believe it had been six years. I also couldn't believe that it still hurt so damn much. I sat on the ground talking because that's what I do. Ask anyone. I'm one of the best talkers currently in the business.

"So, I'm a babyface again. It's funny, they flip me every so often, but the fans love it. I think I've come a long way from having James (Rockstar Spud, a.k.a. my best friend in the world), Dixie (who is my aunt only in storyline but who treats me as her closest family) and George (his name is Tyrus) cheat for me, don't you?" It had been five or so years since TNA Creative had Matt Hardy be the first guy to ever defeat me one-on-one and take my title as well as my minion. (How could Tyrus?! I was good to him!) I'd proceeded to turn into a babyface, which was weird for me, but to my utter shock, the fans had reacted well. In fact, the second Matt revealed Tyrus was now his trained monkey and the crowd realized that meant he'd had the big, bad (but totally lovable) monster attack his brother Jeff, they'd turned on him quick enough to give us all whiplash.

There are rules in pro wrestling. Commandments, really. WWE likes to break them randomly and that's why their fans have steadily turned on them. For example, Thou shalt not break the Undertaker's Wrestlemania streak. That took away a pretty big chunk of their fanbase and they never got them back. They have their own Commandments, such as Cena shalt always kick out at Two, which is followed closely by Cena shalt not turn heel. Like, ever. But one major rule everyone knows is Thou shalt not fuck with Jeff Hardy. Even if they're not trying to turn someone heel, fucking with Jeff will make fans turn on you faster than pretty much anything else.

Anyway, that night pissed off not only my fans, but my haters, and suddenly, I found myself in the unlikely role of babyface for the first time. We hadn't initially planned for me to ever turn face (my God, that would be like Cena turning heel!), but things had gotten... strange at that point. After Team TNA kicked Jeff Jarrett and his Global Force Wrestling goons to the curb, we had some time to relax. Matt's lovely wife Reby gave birth to their adorable monster Maxel and Matt Hardy, being Matt Hardy, brought them both into the storyline. He had them in the ring after matches. He brought them on Ken's Huh? talk show segment. Maxel, who was more famous and photographed as a fetus than most people are in their entire lives, could have solidified Matt's babyface status forever. He was a loving father and husband, and he had his beautiful Playboy bunny wife Reby by his side. They were a beautiful family, the perfect unit. Dixie planned to keep it that way, but then things changed.

I remembered it well. Reby had pitched the heel turn to Dixie and Mr. Smashing Pumpkins Billy Corgan. Dixie had hesitated, but Billy embraced it with the excitement of a toddler. Bringing a baby into the ring was different and exciting! Matt turning heel on Jeff had been done in WWE, but it had damn near ended Matt's career because they took real-life events like Jeff's house burning down and the death of his dog and had Matt take the blame for them. The Marks who believed it was true had wanted to kill Matt themselves for daring to hurt Jeff, and the fans who knew what kayfabe was had hated Matt for agreeing to use his brother's genuine pain to further his own career. Billy was determined to get the heel turn right this time, so he'd decided Matt needed to turn on me, who so many fans loved to hate anyway.

Surprisingly, it worked. Billy had a lot of bad ideas, but he could make almost anything work. His mind worked in weird ways. Anyway, Reby had controlled the whole storyline. She'd convinced Dixie that since Dixie had lured Mike Bennett and Maria Kanellis away ftom Ring of Honor, it would be great to bring Matt's ROH character to TNA. What no one realized at the time was that this was part of a much bigger plot. I'll get to that later.

As I rambled on to the headstone, I realized how much I still missed her. "I wish you still appeared to me, Emily," I admitted. Six years ago to the day, Kurt Angle had murdered my girlfriend Emily. She'd died heroically, giving her life to save Jamie and Lauren from Austin Aries. She'd managed to distract him long enough that Lauren, who no one knew at the time had been turned into a werewolf, could change form and maul him. Aries ultimately recovered because his evil boss, an ancient entity called Chaos, had made him immortal, but it took a while. Emily hadn't been that lucky.

I felt the familiar flood of emotions trying to overwhelm me. I still blamed myself for Emily's death. Things had been bad. James was nearly dead and I had to heal him. Jeff was dying. Abigail, Emily's little seven-year-old creature, needed to be gotten to safety. Unfortunately, someone needed to rescue Jamie and Lauren. Emily had insisted I open a portal and get everyone to safety. I promised I'd go back for her, and I had, but I'd been too late. Part of me died as I held her body in my arms, and that part never recovered, but another part of me knew I needed to help Lauren and Jamie. That's the thing about the battle between good and evil; you can't ever stop fighting it. It just doesn't work like that.

I had another reason to fight as well. The Abigail Creature was now mine to protect. We'd gotten off to a bad start, but after she lost her mother, Abigail had become fiercely loyal to me. In fact, when she realized Matt accidentally hurt me the night he took my title and used George to beat me, she'd kicked him in the shin for it. And trust me, the little creature kicked hard.

For a little while, I lost Abigail to her biological father, Shane McMahon. (That, my friends, is a whole other story.) When his evil sister Stephanie kidnapped her, however, Shane realized he couldn't keep her safe. He'd signed custody over to me after I briefly died rescuing her. (I literally owe Drew Galloway my life. He somehow resurrected me almost immediately.) Shane still got to see Abigail, but she lived with me. We were a team. I loved the creature, and she'd become my reason to keep fighting no matter what.

Emily had appeared to me the night I died. She was the one who'd sent help. I saw her a couple of times after that, but around the time we debuted on Pop TV, she stopped coming to me. That hurt, but I assumed she'd moved on like spirits were supposed to do.

"I love you," I whispered before kissing her headstone and standing up. It was always hard to walk away, but somehow I did it.

ABIGAIL

I never went to my mother's grave. She wasn't actually there, so what was the point? Graves and funerals are for the living.

Instead, I sat with Ruby, Maxel, and Nera as Jeff entertained us. Mom was buried on the Hardy compound to keep her body safe from the bad guys. I didn't mind hanging out with Jeff and the kids while Michael mourned in his way. It was nice to be distracted.

With other spirits, I could talk to them and even if I didn't hear them, I knew they heard me, but I had the impression Mom had stopped hearing me years ago, so I'd stopped talking to her. I assumed she must have reincarnated. Part of me wished she'd at least said goodbye, but I was sure she'd had her reasons for just vanishing on me.

My life wasn't so bad, really. Michael was a good guardian. He'd come to understand me better than anyone else did, but he wasn't my mother. I didn't like to admit vulnerability, but sometimes, I needed my mom. She was all I'd had for the first seven years of my life, and then she was just gone. Now I was thirteen. I'd never been a normal kid. My psychic abilities made me different from the day I was born. I never acted like a child, but being thirteen, I did have some teenage issues I would have appreciated having her around for... Although I admit, it was amusing watching Michael panic the first time I informed him I was menstruating. Men are so easy to frighten sometimes...

Abby... A voice whispered in my head. Almost no one was allowed to call me that. I hadn't even allowed Michael to use a nickname for me until after my mother died. James, the Young Bucks, Jamie, and Jeff (but not Matt) were the only other people I let get away with that. Nicknames were for people who were close to you. I had very few people I let in that much.

Abby, it called again. I realized it belonged to a woman.

Mom? I asked the voice in my head.

As soon as I did, it faded away. I decided I must have imagined it, which was odd. I'd never been prone to imagining things, but maybe the anniversary of her death was playing with my mind. I shook it off and focused on Jeff as he danced like a goofball and tried to make us laugh. Sometimes when I was with Jeff, I actually felt like a child. That wasn't something that happened often. It was sort of nice.

EMILY

I felt a brief spark of life hit me. Abby, I thought. For a split second, it seemed to mean something. Who was Abby? Why did that name almost make me feel something? Abby, I thought again, testing the waters. It was a weird sensation to actually feel something.

I wasn't sure what this could mean. When I'd woken up, I had no memories of existence before that moment. My master told me it was a side effect of being raised from my grave after so much time had passed. I had been murdered by our enemies, and my master had worked tirelessly until he could get my body from the protected space they'd left me in.

I was told it hadn't been easy. He'd had to turn someone on the inside, a person who lived on the property and could dig up my body and bring it back to him. Finally, he'd found the right person.

"Are you okay, Emily?" Reby asked, interrupting my thoughts.

I looked at the woman who'd betrayed her family to save me and nodded. "I think so," I said. "But, Reby... Who's Abby?"

Reby's eyes widened. "Why do you ask?" She asked me.

"I keep thinking her name, but I have no idea who she is."

"She's a child, Emily. An extremely dangerous child. Don't trust her... Don't even think about her."

Obediently, I nodded. If anyone was my friend here, it was Reby. I trusted her. "Thank you. I'll put her out of my mind now."

"Good." Reby switched gears, smiling again. "Let's get some lunch. I'm sure you're starving."

"I am. Thank you."

"Anything for you Em. We have a big night ahead of us. Master will want you at your strongest."

I knew what that meant. We'd be working magic, bringing glorious chaos into the world for him. It made him stronger, and that made us stronger. That was my purpose in the world, and I was very good at it. I focused on preparing for that night, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't quite push Abby's name out of my mind...

AUTHOR'S NOTE: I hope you enjoyed the first chapter! There's a lot more to come! Please read and review.