Summary: 20 year old Kaitlyn Angle was the last person that Kurt ever expected to see on Impact, or anywhere else for that matter. He'd made it clear to her years before he wanted nothing to do with her. Kaitlyn for some reason has the need to reach out one last time to her estranged father and finds a home in the locker room.

Chapter 1

I wasn't sure why I was really doing this. My father had made it perfectly clear on my 16th birthday that he never wanted to see her again. It ruined the day that was supposed to be the happiest days of my young life by very publicly announcing that he wanted nothing to do with me ever again and that in his eyes I was never his daughter. Not that he was the most attentive father anyway.

It had come at one of the most painful moments in my life. He said he didn't want anything to do with me just weeks after my mom died. I had already moved into his house, and Karen, my step mom, made him let me stay. He just pretended I didn't exist when he was home. Thankfully he wasn't home much.

I took a deep breath before going to look for the Main Event Mafia locker room. I wasn't sure what I was going to say to him when I got there, but she was definitely going to say something. I had to at least attempt to make him see what he was doing right now.

I completely ignored the looks that I was getting. I didn't know any of the guys that were looking at me like a piece of meat, and honestly I didn't care if they did. Unlike my father wrestling isn't my world. I would probably never see any of these guys ever again. This business was more important to him than my half brother or sister or I. If he wasn't here I was sure that her father would go absolutely crazy instead of just mostly crazy like he already was.

I found the locker room I was looking for without any trouble. Jeff had told me exactly where it would be before he left for the hotel. Jeff and Karen were actually pretty close friends behind the scenes, which I had no doubt infuriated my father and made him fight the divorce Karen so desperately wanted for as long as he did. I couldn't blame my former step mother for wanting to leave.

I took a deep breath and knocked on the door to the Main Event Mafia's locker room with as much confidence as I could muster. I was gathering the desire and guts to face her father. I was gong to need every ounce of intestinal fortitude that I possessed to do this.

"Sorry, no groupies," Kevin said opening the door.

"I'm not a groupie I promise. I'm looking for Kurt and want to speak to him now," I demanded. I knew that if I catered to his cronies I wouldn't get any closer to him.

"And who are you to demand to talk to Kurt?" Kevin asked. I just looked up at him with the eyes that I'm constantly told look just like his.

"I'm his daughter, and I demand to see him right this moment," I demanded. I was not going to let this man as big and intimidating as he was boss me around.

"He doesn't have a daughter your age," he said.

"Who's at the door Kev," I heard my dad say.

"Some chick claiming to be your daughter," Kevin said.

"Not some chick claiming to be your daughter. Some chick who actually is your daughter Kaitlyn," I called into the room. I wasn't sure if he was going to acknowledge my existence, but at least I tried. I had a feeling he might be really, really angry. He was either hot or cold when it came to me. He was emotionless or angry there wasn't an in between.

Kurt looked at me with a look I could only describe as fury. It took everything I had in me to not turn and walk away. I saw him stalk to the door and then he pulled me in.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Kurt asked angrily.

"I wanted to tell you that for as much as you were talking about respect and all that stuff you don't treat anyone that way, even your Main Event Mafia 'brothers'. The best way to get respect is to give respect. I remember when I was about 4 years old you told me to be nice to the people in preschool and they would like me," I told him. "You're being an asshole to everyone, and then you wonder why everyone hates you."

"I thought we've all ready been through this. You're not my daughter and I don't give a damn about you. You were a one night mistake that I had to deal with for 16 years," Kurt said again.

I blinked back the emotion I felt at that moment. "You're right I'm not your daughter because all we share is DNA. For me to be your daughter we'd have to have some sort of emotional connection and we never have. You have pretended we did, but really it was all so you could look good. I don't even know what I was thinking coming here and trying to talk to you," I told him. "Since I'm not your daughter I guess your not my father, and we have nothing else left to talk about."

"Finally you see that. It took you 20 years, but now you're finally seeing it. You're nothing to me. You never were and never have been," Kurt said.

"And you've never been a father to me so I guess we're even. You're not a father to any of you children and someday you'll probably tell Kyra and Kody the same thing your telling me now," I told him. "You know what? You're just completely incapable of loving anyone or anything except that damn world title. That world title has made you loose everything. You had a wife and three kids who wanted nothing more than for you to love them the way they loved you and you couldn't d that. When was the last time you saw your children? I know that you haven't really seen me for a little over four years."

That must have been the straw that broke the camels back so to speak. My father unceremoniously shoved me out of the locker room and I almost fell on my butt. Fortunately for me someone was walking by and caught me before I could actually fall.