Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot and any original characters that may appear.

Notes: A/U piece because I prefer A/U at times, making Tyson and Lita siblings for the sake of my fic, setting this in present time and if there's anything that's unclear after reading the prologue? I'll try to address it as I go.

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Tampa, Florida

Amy Reso woke up in a cold sweat, running her hands through her hair as she took in deep breaths to regain control of herself. Of course, she had a feeling this would happen tonight, a recurring nightmare that over time had become less and less frequent … but always this week. The first year, it had happened nearly every night and the former WWE diva hadn't been able to get a wink of sleep between her nightmare and being pregnant. And the second year hadn't been much worse, with an infant but at least the nightmares hadn't been nearly as frequent. By the time the third year rolled around, it was less and the fourth year even less. And now, well now it was just happening as the anniversary drew closer. Hazel eyes clenching shut, Amy buried her face in her hands as she tried her hardest not to think about what had happened…

Five years prior…

Newly married and finishing up their two week honeymoon, the generous vacation time mostly thanks to Stephanie when Bischoff had said no; Amy and Jason Reso should have been well on their way to starting their lives together. And if she had to be entirely truthful with herself, the redheaded diva never would have imagined being in a relationship with Jay, let alone married to him. True enough, they had always been friends and maybe she'd always found him to be attractive … but it had never gone anywhere beyond that. Or maybe it had been there and neither one of them had noticed or paid much attention to it … Whatever the case, somewhere between the road trips, being stuck at hotels, hanging out backstage during the tapings … over time, she had fallen in love with him, never fully expecting for him to feel the same way. Which was why it still surprised her that they were together, even now as she stood on the balcony of their hotel room; taking in the sunrise of their last day in paradise.

"What are you thinking about?"

"You."

Jay wrapped his arms around her waist, hugging her from behind. "Anything I should be worried about?"

Amy rolled her eyes as she leaned back against him, "you're such a dork."

He rested his chin on her shoulder, "that doesn't answer my question, babe."

"I was just thinking about us," she explained first, her head tilting to one side, "and unless you want me to actually answer that question of yours, I suggest you stop doing that."

"You know you don't want me to…"

"That isn't the point, Mr. Reso."

Jay smirked against her neck, "I'll show you a point, Mrs. Reso."

Amy grinned as she turned to face him, hands clasping together at the base of his neck. "We kind of have a flight to catch and jobs to get back to, even if Steph was really generous with our vacation time—"

"Ames, we're on our honeymoon. Steph was nice enough to try and get everyone the day off and the time off before the wedding." He kissed her forehead and then the tip of her nose, "and I know we have a flight to catch, our bags are already packed but… that doesn't mean we can't take advantage of this suite before we have to leave, does it?"

"Well, if you are really serious about having children…"

"I am."

She wiggled her eyebrows, the look in her hazel eyes enough for him to know what she was thinking.

But not all went as planned that day and maybe they should have taken another flight, maybe they should have stayed another day … but they hadn't and thus they had been on that fateful flight. Amy couldn't recall a time in her life when she had been more terrified and truly scared that she was going to die, Jay doing his best to reassure her that they would survive. That they would both make it out of this and then they would move on with their lives…

Present time …

"Uncle Ty?"

"Yes kiddo?"

Four year old Jason Adam Christopher Reso, or Jac by close friends and family, blinked and clutched his favourite teddy bear closer. "Is mommy okay?"

The bald man sighed, the two watching the former diva from the doorway to her bedroom. "Yeah, mommy is gonna be just fine."

The little boy frowned, not entirely convinced of that, "but mommy is crying … and she screamed."

Tyson scooped up his nephew, starting to say something to the blond boy when Amy interrupted. "Mommy just had a nightmare, sweetheart. I'll be okay."

"I don't want you to be sad, mommy."

"Mommy will be okay," Amy smiled to her son, her last connection to Jay; the four year old a splitting image of his father. "Do you want me to tuck you back into bed?"

Jac shook his head, "Uncle Ty can do it, right Uncle Ty?"

Tyson nodded easily, "of course I can little man, let's get you back into bed. You've got a big day tomorrow with Uncle Adam and Auntie Trish."

Amy watched as the two disappeared from her line of sight, the former diva releasing an unsteady breath as she moved from the bed and headed for the bathroom. After the first year, once it was safe for her, her doctor had prescribed sleeping pills, and she knew they were around here somewhere … normally she wouldn't take them at all, but tonight, Amy knew there was no other way around it…

"Sis, you really shouldn't—"

"It's almost been five years, Ty." Amy gripped the countertop as if her life depended on it, "almost five years since he was taken away from me."

Tyson ran a hand over his face as he approached her, "Jay was trying to save you, Ames…"

Amy shook her head, "I know that Ty but that doesn't make it anymore easy to deal with. I shouldn't be going to his grave tomorrow; we should have been celebrating our five year anniversary. I shouldn't have to be taking sleeping pills tonight; I should be falling asleep in his arms."

"Adam and Trish are going to drop Jac off at mom's and then they'll meet us at the cemetery … but not until later so you can have some time."

"I just thought…" She choked back a sob, "I just thought it would … after five years…"

He wrapped her up in a tight hug, "I know sis, I know."

She didn't bother to wipe away the tears, "it's just not fair … he should still be here, with us."

Tyson gently pried the bottle of sleeping pills out of his sister's hand, Amy not putting up much resistance as he easily scooped her up and carried her back to her bed. "Get some sleep sis."

The bald man watched, still feeling somewhat helpless as his sister fell into a fitful sleep … he had been expecting for her to have this particular problem at this time, it had been five years since the accident … and it had also been five years since his sister had been a WWE diva. Granted, Amy was stubborn and she was strong; she had tried to convince herself that she could move on with her life without Jay but … everything about wrestling just reminded her of him. And if it hadn't been for the fact that Amy had found out that she was pregnant, Tyson really wasn't sure if his sister would have ever broken out of her shell. And really she hadn't completely, but it wasn't nearly as bad as it used to be. After she had quit, he had moved in with her to watch over her and to help her raise Jac. Of course she had help from her friends, Adam and Trish Copeland, Chris and Dawn Irvine all in the same neighbourhood and Jay's family was also involved. Losing Jay hadn't been easy for any of them of course and at least Amy had finally gotten past blaming herself for it but … still. Tyson just had to wonder if he would ever get his sister back.

TBC