A/N: Well hello, I'm back again. And I feel that I must inform ya'll that I do not own any WWE superstar or anyone that you recognise but I do have John Cena and Jeff hardy locked in muh wardrobe! Muh ha ha ha ha! Oh by the way if ya imagine the Halliwell manor from Charmed when I talk about Nyx's house. It'll help. Oh and, the rosters are mixed on this.
Chapter 1 - Found You
"Nicksy! You forgot ya pay." A heavy tattooed man ran after the nineteen year old skater. He caught up with her.
"Thanks Danny, ya a star." Nyx Jackson smiled as her boss handed her a tatty envelope with $350 in. This week's pay. Nyx stuffed it into the back pocket of her ripped black combat pants. "See ya on Monday." Nyx yelled back as she set her skateboard on the ground, placed her right foot on it and pushed away from the pavement with her left. Nyx's long blood red hair that was usually swaying down her back was pulled back into a messy bun. Bangs hanging around her face, some falling into her eyes. Nyx was new to America when she found a job at the local tattoo parlour. Her job consisted of comforting costumers, helping them make the right choice, giving her opinion, cleaning up and running different errands for Danny and the boys. It was late on a Friday night that Nyx found herself skating home in the dark. She preferred the dark, she strangely felt safer in the pitch blackness of the night. She skated the ten minute journey home, humming Sum41's Some Say. She flicked up her board outside of the house her Grandmother had left her in Tampa Bay, Florida,she pulled out the key from her jacket pocket. She was about to shut the door and kick of her black and hot pink buffalo trainers when a deep voice cleared its throat.
"Erm, how can I help you?" Nyx asked wrapping her fingers tightly around the baseball bat she kept behind the door.
"Are you Erica Jackson?" The tall, tattooed man asked.
"Erm, yeah. Who's asking?" Nyx raised the baseball bat slightly, still behind the door. A small blonde woman appeared by the tall, tattooed man. She had her hair pulled back into a messy bun, same as Nyx. She smiled sympathetically at Nyx.
"Mark, you're scaring the poor girl half to death." The woman turned back to Nyx. "I'm sorry to bother you at such a late time at night, but me and my husband have something that, we feel its time you should know."
"I'm sorry but I don't know who you are." Nyx replied.
"My name is Sara Calloway and this is my husband Mark Calloway." Sara smiled, Nyx's mother had told her and Mark that Nyx watched Mark wrestle as if it was a religion. She had also told Sara to contact Nyx when she passed away, knowing that time was coming soon.
"As in the Undertaker?" Nyx asked, straining her eyes against the darkness outside in an attempt to focus on the people in front of her.
"Yeah, that's me." Mark chuckled at the young woman in front of him. She stood, only a quite a few inches smaller than him, maybe just 6 foot, Mark took in her appearance. She was the spitting image of her mother, with little hints of her father. But she had never known of her father so how was she to know if she resembled him at all. She had his blue eyes for sure, her mothers being a beautiful grey colour. She had his mannerisms, they way she stood leaning against the door, the curious look that glazed over her eyes. All him. Mark cleared his throat again. "The thing is. I'm," his wife looked at him, wondering if he could really tell this poor vulnerable girl the truth. "I'm a friend of your mother's." Mark explained, he spotted seeing the pained look across Nyx's face. "She told me and my wife to contact you when she passed on." Mark continued, she had to know the truth.
"But my mother," Nyx used the term loosely, "passed away last month."
"We know, we tried to find you at the funeral but your Aunt said that you had left, nowhere to be found she said. Said that you had just left the country and that no one knew where you were." Sara explained, as she started to shiver, it was a normal night but the older woman had left her jacket in the truck.
"Erm, here, come in. I'll make coffee or something." Nyx rambled.
"Thanks." Nyx stepped to the side to let the couple in, only now being able to take in the sheer size of the man, around 325lbs, this dude was huge compared to Nyx's 130lbs frame. Nyx closed the door behind them, and walked towards the kitchen.
"Kitchen's through here." Nyx said walking forwards.
"Err, Erica why are you carrying a baseball bat?" Mark asked following the nineteen year old through the Victorian style house.
"Don't call me Erica, she called me that." Nyx said referring to her useless mother.
"What do people call you then?" Sara asked, confused.
"I go by muh middle name –" Nyx started.
"Nyx." Mark finished her sentence as the young woman poured three cups of coffee.
"How did you know?" Nyx asked placing the mugs in front of her two visitors.
"I picked it." Mark sighed, taking a sip of the hot black liquid.
"The thing is Nyx, honey. What me and Mark have come here to tell you is that. Mark is-"
"I'm your father." Mark looked up into Nyx's eyes, not many dared to do that with the young skater. Confusion flickered across her face.
"Are you kidding me?" Nyx asked simply.
"Sorry honey, but no." Sara smiled nervously. "Me and Mark knew your mother before she moved to England." Sara explained. "Well, Mark used to date your mother, and the night before she left with her family, they, well ya know." Sara laughed nervously, looking up at Nyx, waiting for her to say something, but she had her gaze firmly locked on Mark's.
"Ha! You blinked I win." Nyx laughed. "So what ya trying to say is that muh 'mother'" Nyx said with air quotes, "got together with you and then buggered off to a different country. And, you of all people are muh dad." Nyx took a breath. "Wow. She actually did something useful in her life."
"So, I was, well we were wondering if you wanted to spend some time on the road with us, ya know to get to know ya old man." Mark asked nervously.
"Are you sure about that?" Nyx asked.
"Yeah." Sara replied.
"Well, I best be ringing Danny to tell him I can't work for a while then." Nyx jumped off the kitchen bench. "When do we leave?"
"Great, as soon as possible." Mark answered; a huge smile plastered his face, and Sara's. The lights flicked off.
"Erm, because that's was gunna happen any minute." Nyx laughed pulling a security touch out from under the kitchen sink. She pulled her cell phone out her back pocket.
"Danny, hey hun. Ya know how you and the boys had that theory about muh dad." Nyx paused as she opened a small box on the wall by the fridge. "Well, you guys were right. I'm going on the road for a while. I don't know when I'll be home. Oh and Danny, thank you." She flipped the cell phone and placed it back in the back pocket of her combats. Nyx picked up the baseball bat, swung it back and smacked the box full pelt. Sparks flew off it, Nyx stood back and a few seconds later the lights flickered back on. "Well, now that we can all see again." She laughed. "I'll go pack muh bag."
"You need help?" Sara asked.
"Yeah please, if ya don't mind."
"I don't mind at all honey." Sara replied following Nyx up the stairs to help the nineteen year old pack her bags for the trip ahead of them. Leaving Mark in the at the kitchen table.
The older wrestler pulled out his cell phone and selected his speed dial of choice. "John?"
"Yo big man, what's up?" The twenty eight year old asked.
"I found her." Mark stated.
"What, you lost Sara again, honestly man, you wanna put her on a leash." John Cena laughed, his voice echoing around the locker room which he currently shared with his best friend, Randy Orton and his mentor, Mark.
"No, you pee brain, I found Erica, actually well I found Nyx." Mark said happily.
"Oh right, so she as ugly as you?" The champion asked.
"Nah, she looks exactly like her mother."
"How'd ya know she's yours then?" John asked confused.
"She has my eyes and she hates her real name." Mark said growing bored of waiting for the two women upstairs.
"Alright then, if ya sure. Man, I gotta go Randy just walked in, and he looks like the divas wanted to play dress up again and he was chosen to be their doll. See ya later."
"See ya John." Mark laughed.
"What the heck did they do to you, is that mascara?" Mark heard the young champion say before the line went dead. The two girls appeared in the door way. Nyx had a back pack slung over her shoulder.
"Is that all you got?" Mark asked.
"Nah, there's a suitcase at the top of the stairs, its kinda too heavy for us." Sara said applying the puppy dog eyes.
"You better not be able to do that." Mark pointed at Nyx.
"Who, me?" Nyx asked innocently, she too applied the puppy dog eyes.
"We'll be in the truck." Sara said as Mark threw her the keys. The two girls laughed as they left Mark to drag the suitcase down the stairs. He eventually managed to haul the suitcase down the stairs, through the lobby and out down the steps to the truck. Mark put the suitcase in the back with the rest of the bags.
"How'd ya lock the front door?" Mark asked.
"It locks when ya close it." Nyx replied as Mark jumped into the driver's seat.
"You ready then?" Mark asked, grinning like a Cheshire cat. Nyx nodded in reply. "You girls might wanna get some beauty sleep; it's a long trip to Jacksonville." Mark said as both girls snuggled up in their seats.
"Night Mark. Night Nyx." Sara yawned.
"Night. Night Nyx." Mark said as he reversed the car off the drive and out onto the main road, heading off for the next taping of Raw.
"Night Sara. Night Dad."
A/N: Well, what ya'll think? Tell me, just click on the review box, ya know ya want to! Lol, x abbey x