*** A/N: Typical disclaimer, I don't own the WWE or their characters, I
haven't met any of the people and this is all fictional.
A/N 2: This is an alternate universe. I'm going to mess up ages for the purposes of the story, there will be no actual years (i.e. 2002) indicated, and I haven't decided if wrestling will actually be involved or not yet. In this first part, Trish and Stephanie are 10 years old, Shane is 16, and Stacy is 13.
Enjoy!!! ***
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"We could just find a relative who would be willing to take her," Ric Flair offered, looking out at the two young girls sitting in the next room.
"No," Linda McMahon said. "If we're going to take Stacy, then we're taking Trish too."
"I can't take care of two little girls," Flair said. "I don't care who their father was."
"You don't have to," Vince McMahon finally said from his leather wing chair. "I was closer to Hogan anyways. I'll take care of the girls."
"You have two children of your own," Flair protested.
"Shane's in high school," Vince said. "He's not going to interfere with the girls' lives. And Stephanie would love to have two more people around to play with."
"You're going to stand for this?" Flair asked, looking over at Linda.
Linda looked over at her husband and saw the determination in his eyes. "Yes, yes I am."
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"They don't want you," Stacy whispered to her sister. "They want me."
Trish looked away. She was used to her sister always feeling loved and special. The only person who had ever loved her in her ten years had been her father. Now he was gone. She looked out of the window to look at the vast grounds of the McMahon estate, where she and her sister had stayed since her father had died in an accident.
"Why don't you say anything Trish?" Stacy asked, poking her younger sister in the ribs, none too gently. It angered her that she hadn't been able to get a rise out of her sister since their parents had died in a car accident.
"Please leave me alone," Trish whispered. She didn't want to turn her head to look at her sister because she knew very well that Stacy would torture her for the tears in her eyes.
"I'm just worried about you sweetie," Stacy said, suddenly rubbing Trish's back in a manner that was supposed to seem soothing. Trish knew then that someone was coming to the room.
"That's great to see," Vince said, coming to stand next to the two sisters. "How would you two like to come live with me and my family?"
"Mr. McMahon," Stacy asked in mock shock. Stacy was only thirteen, but she had all of the acting abilities of a movie actress. "You'd really do that for us?"
"Of course," Vince said. "Your father really meant a lot to me, even though we didn't exactly get along near the end of his life."
"That would be wonderful," Stacy whispered, tears filling her eyes. Trish wanted to shake her head in disgust. There was nothing genuine about Stacy's display, but only Trish knew that.
"Trish?" Linda asked. "Would you like to live with us?"
"Really?" Trish asked, genuinely shocked.
"You don't think we'd tear you away from the only family you have left do you?" Linda asked. Trish was surprised at the warmth in Linda's eyes.
"Thank you," Trish said, not noticing the tears that filled her own eyes. Linda smiled benevolently at the girl and walked to the foyer of her house to bid Flair good-bye.
"You're so lucky they like me," Stacy hissed at Trish. "They never would have let you stay if they hadn't have adored me."
"What kind of way is that to talk to your sister?" a reprimanding voice asked. Both of the girls' head turned in shock to see Shane McMahon, the sixteen year-old heir to the McMahon legacy.
"Shane," Stacy said. "I was just teasing her."
"It wasn't very nice," Shane said. He took Trish's hand and helped her from her seat and took her to the TV room. "Steph and I are going to watch movies. You can watch with us if you want."
"You and your sister do stuff together?" Trish asked.
"Yeah," Shane said. "We're close."
"Hey Shaners," Stephanie said as she bounded into the TV room. "Hey Trish. You going to watch with us?"
"I guess so," Trish said. "If you don't mind."
"Why would I mind?" Stephanie asked. She threw herself on one of the comfortable couches and patted the seat next to her for Trish to sit on it.
"Trish and Stacy are going to live with us from now on," Shane commented.
"Really?" Stephanie asked, turning to Trish.
"Yeah," Trish said, looking down at her lap. "I hope you don't mind."
"Of course I don't," Stephanie said, flinging an arm around Trish's shoulders. "You're sister is a little bit spoiled, but you're a very nice person."
"Thanks," Trish said, blushing in embarrassment. "You're really nice too."
"Don't let me fool you," Stephanie joked. "I'm just as spoiled as Stacy."
"I'm not spoiled!" Stacy exclaimed from the doorway.
"I'd rather spoiled than outright mean if I were you," Stephanie said, sending an icy glance in Stacy's direction. "Shane and I have seen how you treat Trish."
"How I treat Trish?" Stacy asked. "What's that supposed to mean?"
"Don't worry about it," Shane said. "Would you like to watch movies with us?"
"No," Stacy said, flitting out of the room.
"Dear God," Stephanie moaned. "Is she always like that?"
"She already knows that she's beautiful," Trish said. "And she's only thirteen now. She knows she's going to be gorgeous when she is older. She thinks her beauty will give her everything she wants."
"She's in for a tough lesson," Shane commented. "Enough of that. Lets watch something."
Later that night, Trish fell asleep in the room that was hers and thought that for the first time in her life she had friends and they weren't going to treat her like her mother and Stacy always had.
A/N 2: This is an alternate universe. I'm going to mess up ages for the purposes of the story, there will be no actual years (i.e. 2002) indicated, and I haven't decided if wrestling will actually be involved or not yet. In this first part, Trish and Stephanie are 10 years old, Shane is 16, and Stacy is 13.
Enjoy!!! ***
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"We could just find a relative who would be willing to take her," Ric Flair offered, looking out at the two young girls sitting in the next room.
"No," Linda McMahon said. "If we're going to take Stacy, then we're taking Trish too."
"I can't take care of two little girls," Flair said. "I don't care who their father was."
"You don't have to," Vince McMahon finally said from his leather wing chair. "I was closer to Hogan anyways. I'll take care of the girls."
"You have two children of your own," Flair protested.
"Shane's in high school," Vince said. "He's not going to interfere with the girls' lives. And Stephanie would love to have two more people around to play with."
"You're going to stand for this?" Flair asked, looking over at Linda.
Linda looked over at her husband and saw the determination in his eyes. "Yes, yes I am."
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"They don't want you," Stacy whispered to her sister. "They want me."
Trish looked away. She was used to her sister always feeling loved and special. The only person who had ever loved her in her ten years had been her father. Now he was gone. She looked out of the window to look at the vast grounds of the McMahon estate, where she and her sister had stayed since her father had died in an accident.
"Why don't you say anything Trish?" Stacy asked, poking her younger sister in the ribs, none too gently. It angered her that she hadn't been able to get a rise out of her sister since their parents had died in a car accident.
"Please leave me alone," Trish whispered. She didn't want to turn her head to look at her sister because she knew very well that Stacy would torture her for the tears in her eyes.
"I'm just worried about you sweetie," Stacy said, suddenly rubbing Trish's back in a manner that was supposed to seem soothing. Trish knew then that someone was coming to the room.
"That's great to see," Vince said, coming to stand next to the two sisters. "How would you two like to come live with me and my family?"
"Mr. McMahon," Stacy asked in mock shock. Stacy was only thirteen, but she had all of the acting abilities of a movie actress. "You'd really do that for us?"
"Of course," Vince said. "Your father really meant a lot to me, even though we didn't exactly get along near the end of his life."
"That would be wonderful," Stacy whispered, tears filling her eyes. Trish wanted to shake her head in disgust. There was nothing genuine about Stacy's display, but only Trish knew that.
"Trish?" Linda asked. "Would you like to live with us?"
"Really?" Trish asked, genuinely shocked.
"You don't think we'd tear you away from the only family you have left do you?" Linda asked. Trish was surprised at the warmth in Linda's eyes.
"Thank you," Trish said, not noticing the tears that filled her own eyes. Linda smiled benevolently at the girl and walked to the foyer of her house to bid Flair good-bye.
"You're so lucky they like me," Stacy hissed at Trish. "They never would have let you stay if they hadn't have adored me."
"What kind of way is that to talk to your sister?" a reprimanding voice asked. Both of the girls' head turned in shock to see Shane McMahon, the sixteen year-old heir to the McMahon legacy.
"Shane," Stacy said. "I was just teasing her."
"It wasn't very nice," Shane said. He took Trish's hand and helped her from her seat and took her to the TV room. "Steph and I are going to watch movies. You can watch with us if you want."
"You and your sister do stuff together?" Trish asked.
"Yeah," Shane said. "We're close."
"Hey Shaners," Stephanie said as she bounded into the TV room. "Hey Trish. You going to watch with us?"
"I guess so," Trish said. "If you don't mind."
"Why would I mind?" Stephanie asked. She threw herself on one of the comfortable couches and patted the seat next to her for Trish to sit on it.
"Trish and Stacy are going to live with us from now on," Shane commented.
"Really?" Stephanie asked, turning to Trish.
"Yeah," Trish said, looking down at her lap. "I hope you don't mind."
"Of course I don't," Stephanie said, flinging an arm around Trish's shoulders. "You're sister is a little bit spoiled, but you're a very nice person."
"Thanks," Trish said, blushing in embarrassment. "You're really nice too."
"Don't let me fool you," Stephanie joked. "I'm just as spoiled as Stacy."
"I'm not spoiled!" Stacy exclaimed from the doorway.
"I'd rather spoiled than outright mean if I were you," Stephanie said, sending an icy glance in Stacy's direction. "Shane and I have seen how you treat Trish."
"How I treat Trish?" Stacy asked. "What's that supposed to mean?"
"Don't worry about it," Shane said. "Would you like to watch movies with us?"
"No," Stacy said, flitting out of the room.
"Dear God," Stephanie moaned. "Is she always like that?"
"She already knows that she's beautiful," Trish said. "And she's only thirteen now. She knows she's going to be gorgeous when she is older. She thinks her beauty will give her everything she wants."
"She's in for a tough lesson," Shane commented. "Enough of that. Lets watch something."
Later that night, Trish fell asleep in the room that was hers and thought that for the first time in her life she had friends and they weren't going to treat her like her mother and Stacy always had.