A/N: Okay, so this story is... well, freaking weird. Like really, really weird. And I don't know if its good weird or not, I guess you all are the judges of that. Anyway, enjoy.

Warnings: A lot of shit. Graphic sex, graphic violence, gore, profuse swearing, bullying, rape, non-con (how is this different than rape? What, just because you love someone its ok that they force you into sex?) childish temper tantrums, pedophilia (I'm SORRY Phil!) S&M, blood play, kinky shit in general, suggestive situations, lunatic behavior, character deterioration, OOC-ness, bitchy-ness, child abuse, domestic violence, horror, weird supernatural bullshit, SLASH AND FEMSLASH, (did I mention graphic sex scenes?) non-girly non-sweet non-fangirl service Adam (I really don't care who that pisses off. You didn't hear the fit his ass threw when he read some stories where he bottomed to Jay. I don't need him going off like that all the time) and maybe -possibly- some really weird mentally scaring MPREG way later. Oh, and fluffeh cutteh angreh ketteh JoMo.

"Give me back my panties you cocksucking motherfucker!"

Neither man flinched at the gratuitous shriek, or the loud footsteps pounding accross the old floor boards of the house. Completely egnoring the ruckus with the practice of one used to such daily occurances, they continued reading through the stack of papers on the desk, passing them back and forth every once and a while.

"Ug, you son of a bitch!" a loud crash still didn't catch the pairs attention, though they did look up when the door slammed open and two bodies came barreling in, landing in a heap just inside the door. The red head was up first, straddling the much bigger dark haired man and grbbing fist fulls of his t-shirt.

"Stay the hell out of my room you fucked up PERVERT!" she yelled, pulling her fist back to hit him.

He laughed as her fist connected with his hand. Graspng both her wrists he egnored her thrashing and grinned up at her, "Sorry Patty, I couldn't help myself. Your door was open and that pink thong was irresistible."

She stopped struggling and glared down at him, anger radiating off of her in waves, "This is why I hate comming here. I'm the only girl besides Jo and you BOYS live and act like children," she kicked out at him viciously, "And DON'T call me Patty! Its Trish goddamnit!"

The guy laughed, pushing her off him and standing. Dodging the kick as he brushed his pants off he smiled wickedly, "You kow you love it Trish. At least you're not cooped up with Hiroko and Kenzo at the DoJo."

She slaped his offered hand away and stood up, still glaring, "Stuff it Bobby. I'd rather be back cleaning toilets for Sensei than be stuck in a room with you for a second longer."

As soon as she said it, one of the men at the table spoke, a wry grin on his face as he waved a stack of papers at the two, who seemed supprize to find they had an audience, "Well, thats too bad Patrisha, because since you came crashing into the study, I think its time you do something useful."

Trish's green eyes followed the stack of papers, a look of reluctance crossing her face, "But Rob-"

The other man grunted loudly before Rob could speak, "Suck it up Trish. We all have to pull our weight and the slow days are the time to catch up on paperwork," he gestured to the stacks of folders, notes and files on the desk, "Fuck if there is'nt a shitload of it after three strait weeks of Yeti rutting."

Trish made a disgusted face, "Ug, don't remind me. I still have nightmares about the sounds they make when they fuck." she smirked suddenly, taking the stack from Rob and flipping through it, "Hey, Randal, is the incident report for Bobby getting propositioned by that female Yeti in here?"

It was Bobby's turn to make a disgusted face, "Goddamnit, can we not talk about that please? I'll never look at pussy the same way."

Rob snorted, "Robert Roode, the last time I heard you say 'pussy' you were 10. If I remember correctly, your exact words were 'Rob, pussys nasty'."

Randal's weathered features contorted in thought, "I remember that. We were visiting the orphanage to check on you and James," he grinned, turning to Trish, "You were with us if I recall."

She smirked, "Yup. In fact, if I remeber correctly, the only reason you said that was because I showed you the birth video I stole from the 8th graders."

Bobby made another face, looking slightly ill, "That was so horrible. I am so never getting a chick pregnant."

Trish laughed triumphantly, waving a folder around, "Well, I think 'Mesmernagnia' wil be disapointed to hear that. She seemed really taken with you. I can't wait till Kenzo and Hiroko get to read this. "

Randal smirked, letting out a gruff laugh, "Yeah. Kenzo might actually get a chuckle out of that one."

Rob got up slowly, streching out his legs and poping his back, "If he even remembers how to laugh. How many centuries will he have to knock off before he can convince himself he's young enough to get Tomoko pregnant again?"

Randal rolled his eyes, "You sure as hell shouldn't be commenting on anyone's age you old fucker. You're almost as ancient as he is."

Rob looked afronted, "I am NOT! I'm at least 7 centuries younger than him!"

"Which makes you a millenium older than the rest of the world," came Randal's dry retort as he stood, his bones creaking like the floor boards of the house.

Rob made an outraged noise and hurried after his retreating friend, loudly defending his imagined youthful appearance.

The two continued to bicker as they left, debating who showed ther age more between the senior members of their group. Trish and Bobby watched them go, shaking their heads. Sitting down at the table, they wordlessly started sorting through the seemingly endless stacks of papers, working in perfect harmony despite their earlier fight.

"Slow down Jo. You're gonna choke."

The brunet's calico ears twitched irritably as he shoved yet another handful of hamburger in his mouth before he'd even finshed swallowing the last. Storm watched this with a slightly impressed look on his face, then returned his attension to the small TV mounted into the wall.

The cordless phone blared the Law and Order theme song from its perch on the counter. Storm grimaced, but the Werekat beside him didn't even blink, choosing to continue his slovenly eating.

Grabbing the phone, Storm spoke in his lazy southern drawl, "Hello-"

"I'll be there in 10 minutes," said a voice he knew well before the line went dead. Blinking at the reciever in confusion, Storm almost missed Rob and Randal passing through the hall.

"Savage, Rob, come here!" he called, waiting until Rob poked his head into the kitchen, noting the older mans affectionate gaze as he took in his adoptive sons gorging. Putting the phone back on the counter, Storm looked at Rob, "Paul just called. All he said was that he would be here in 10 minutes."

Jo raised his head, wiping hamburger blood off his chin, his usual bland, uninterested look in place, though to those who new him, his catlike ears perking up betrayed his curiosity "That makes no sense. He's in that wheelchair and the Portals are all fucked up."

Storm shrugged, watching Rob in interest. He had paled slightly and after slipping into the room, he was now flipping franticly through the wall calender beside the fridge, "Maybe he cleaned them up. Or he's dri-"

Snorting, Jo's elegant, three foot long tail flicked irritably as he spoke, "Don't even try to say he drove. He's paralyzed from the waist down. Besides, even if he could the Tomb is more than 10 minutes from here," he cocked his head to the side as he pushed the plate of raw hamburger away, pulling a book from his back pocket, "Its about 15 minutes, give or take 30 seconds depending upon you mph-"

Storm waved a hand, annoyed by his teamates know-it-all-ness. He returned his attension to Rob who had apparenty reached what he wanted in the calendar, as he was now reading intently. After a minute he looked up, his eyes finding his son and a deep relived sigh escaping his lips. The Werekat seemed to feel his fathers stare, as he looked up from the book, no expression other than mild curiosity on his face. Rob pulled himself together qiuckly, flashing his trademark goofy smile at the two, then turning to the hallway.

"Dude, get in here. Paul E. is on his way to tell us something catastrofic."

To Storm's puzzlement, Randal was at the door in mere seconds, a look of worry on his grizzled features. Sharing a look with Jo, Storm saw his own confusion reflected in the 13 year olds usually emotionless brown eyes. They delt with catastrophy literaly all the time. Rob Van Dam and Randal Savage were vets and had seen things no one should ever have to witness, so if they were this jumpy, whatever was happening had to be REALLY bad. Before he could ask anything, Rob was speaking.

"Relax. I already checked and thats not for another year or so, depending on how long our Straight Edge can hold up." Said Rob with another easy smile that seemed to ease the Team leaders stress.

Again, Storm and Jo shared a look, even more confused now. What calamity were they talking about? And who was this 'Straight Edge'? Seeing that it was a sensitive subject and knowing they would tell him if it was imediate, Storm couldn't help but ask the first qusetion that seemed safe, "Are we in danger?"

Randal scoffed, "Dumbass, of course we are. We keep Otherworlders and Humans from going to war and wiping each other out everyday. We're ALWAYS in danger."

Storm shook his head, not being in on the secret making him uneasy, "Not what I meant. Are we in more danger than usual? Is Sabu ging to come creeping out of the shadows before morning?"

Rob laughed at the look of distaste on Randal's face at the mention of his lover, "No, Sabu is'nt comming," he paused, "Well, not yet. If this goes where I think its going, then he will show up later. But for now, I'm not in enough danger to warrant a visit just yet."

Storm allowed a smile at the run on joke. Rob was the highest class of Wizard and the former head of the prestigious and secretive Order. He was also very, very old, centuries older than pretty much everyone they knew, even the non-humans. Needless to say, he did not need protection. None the less, Randal liked to tease Rob about a time long ago, before Storm, Bobby, Trish and Jo had even been with them, that Sabu had come sweeping in to save Rob from a rouge Otherworlder. Add to that the fact that Sabu visited very sporadicly, it had become somewhat of a joke that Sabu only showed up when Rob was in trouble, which despite their occupation, did not happen much.

Jo spoke up for the first time in several minutes, "So its not so dangerouse now, but the peril will increas before this is all over."

The door slammed open, Storm smiling when he caught sight of his best friends, who seemed to be having the time of their lives trading verbal barbs, which they switched to picking on the young Werekat as they walked into the room.

"'Peril'," said Bobby mockingly, grinning big at Jo to show him he was only teasing the kid, "Who the fuck talks like that anyway?"

Trish plopped down on the barstool on Jo's other side, "Our pretty little-bitty kitty does. Him and his big words make him sound smarter then he really is."

"I think older is what hes going for. All those 'hey look, Kenzo's recruiting little kids now' must get annoying after a while." commented Randal, pulling a can of pop from the fridge.

As usual, the Werekat merely rolled his eyes and went back to his book, fading off into his own little world again. Storm again caught the strange, worried look in Rob's eyes as he studied his adopted son, but before Storm could puzzle it out, the door burst open, revealing a thickset man in a wheelchair who had a decidedly unhappy look on his pudgy face. He said nothing, wheeling expertly into the room, which had gone silent upon his arrival. Storm noted that even Trish and Bobby, usually the loud ones, had ceased their bickering, not supprizing since Paul's silence and severe look probly had them on edge, since he was rarely ever not grinning like an idiot or bitching about the expenses they racked up.

After possitioning his chair to face them, Paul rubbed his hand over his face, looking even more tired than usual. His lower lip stuck out as if in consentration as his eyes squinted at nothing, nervous gestures that Storm recognized as signs of nothing good. Everyone else seemed to be thinking the same thing, Storm noticed as he caught sight of them shifting anxiously.

Finally, Paul spoke, his usually loud, screeching voice quiet and subdued, "Elizabeths's tomb was... desecrated."

A silence that was deathly still followed his words, but was soon filled with an angry buzzing, like a massive swarm of bees about to attack. Storm shivered, sharing a look with Bobby and Trish, who looked concerned. Bobby vaguely remembered hearing the name before, but he couldn't recall the details other than she was a woman Rob, Paul, and Randal had known a long tme ago.

The silence was broken by Randal, who's tone had the careful control of one too angry to shout, "Who?"

"I don't know!" Paul snapped, then rubbed at his face again, continueing in a more controlled tone, "If I did, I'd have burst in here, given you a name and sent you off."

Rob spoke up, his voice calm, "What do we have to go on?"

Paul pulled a small laptop from the side compartment on his wheelchair. Opening it, he began typing rapidly, his voice rising higher, "It happened sometime this morning. Around two or three hours ago by the tracks. Whoever it was was in a hurry, they obviously didn't finish doing what they wanted to do."

Randal raised an eyebrow, his tone still controlled, "And do we know what they were trying to do?"

"Looking for Evan I assume," said Paul, and this time it was Trish's turn to raise an eyebrow. What did Paul's son have to do with this?

"They didn't take anything, not even stuff for black magic. They did mess the place up pretty bad," Paul continued, making a face, "They even threw grafiti up on the walls."

Rob looked thoughtful, "So they didn't come for her remains. If they had, taking them would have been easy if they made it all the way into the tomb."

Trish spoke up, curiosity getting the better of her, "But are'nt all Guardian remains burned and put in unbreakable tombs?"

Paul snorted, "Well, Elizabeth wasn't a Guardian, but she was put in a tomb like us anyway. Part of the problem is the fact that no one should be able to get in after the tomb is sealed."

Jo looked bored and thoughly unimpressed with the conversation, "Well, that just means that whoever broke in was either an Enforcer or one of the people who sealed her up."

For a moment the room froze, the Werekat's words seemingly making time stand still. Then Rob sighed, reaching up to pinch the bridge of his nose as he muttered under his breath. Paul shook his head then went back to typing as Storm and Trish looked warily at Randal, who had a dangerous look on his face. Even Bobby (known for speaking out of turn) winced at Jo's bitter words.

For some reason, those words seemed to grate on Randal's last nerve. He stalked over to the Jo and slammed his hands down on the counter on either side of the Werekat, traping him between his strong, scared arms. When he spoke, his voice was low and dangerous, reminding Storm of a snarling animal about to strike, "Enforcers have a job no one envies. They keep two realms from colliding, and keep peace in the places where they do. Just because there was a few bad seeds who fucked you doesn't mean they're all bad."

Again, a deadly silence fell over the room, exept this time there was a thick under current of pain, almost palpable in its intensity as it flooded the room, long and low almost like a sob. Trish, Bobby and Storm looked on with wide eyes. No one talked about the young Werekat's past, ever. Whenever his childhood was brought up, he would imediatly become silent and jumpy, refusing to speak about the subject. Trish had asked Rob about it once and the story they had gotten had made her curse her own curiosity.

Paul closed his laptop with a snap, sighing deeply and runing a hand through his thinning hair before shooting a paticularly venimous look at Randal, "You're a goddamn asshole. He doesn't deserve that and you know he doesn't like it being brought up."

Which made Storm wonder why on earth Randal was bringing it up now. It was obviously still a very sore subject, given the sudden mood of the room. Jo, as stoic as he was, couldn't hide all the pain from his gaze, though James noted it was less pain, more absolute horrified panic. His voice was steady when he spoke though, if a little monotone, "They killed my sister and left me for dead Savage, excuse me for not trusting them. And if they had actually done their jobs, Weres wouldn't even exist, so thats even more reason not to have faith in them."

Randal opened his mouth, but before he could speak Rob was there, his arms between his friend and his adoptive son, pushing Randal back. Storm shuddered at the barely contained fury on Rob's face as he shoved Randal toward the door. The other man turned on him, glaring but was met with the furious gaze of his usually goofy friend. They stared each other down for a minute, red hot anger and words unspoken passing between them.

Finally, Randal snorted and turned away, brushing by Paul on the way out. Rob watched him go, eyes still roiling with anger. Turning back to his son, he saw the storm of emotions crossing the boys features, wild and confused as the Kat struggled to contain those memories he desperately wanted to forget. Rob looked at him long and hard before turning to the others, who where trying to appear uninterested in the drama and unaware of the emotions spilling out of their youngest team member.

Rob drew a breath, a hard glint in his eye that his teamates had only seen a few times and it never bode well for whoever had pissed him off. Pulling a set of keys from his pocket, he threw them to Storm as he spoke, "Go with Paul to Holloway. Evan is officially on lockdown. You keep him safe at any cost."

Catching the keys and heading for the door with Trish and Bobby close behind, Storm looked back at his teacher, "Whats the danger leval?"

Rob looked startled for a minute, then grinned. It wasn't his usual goofy, carefree smile, but a dark, humorless, rather alarming smile that spoke volumes for their furture, "Worse than anything you've ever seen kids. If you let your guard down you'll die."

"So, yeah, anyone understand as little of that as I did?" asked Trish as they headed to the garage, Paul in the lead.

Storm and Bobby shared a look, but it was Paul who answered her, "The bit about Lizzy's tomb being desecrated putting Evan in danger, or the bit about Kit Kat being raped by Enforcers?"

Trish visibly winced at his blunt words, "No, I understand the thing about Elizbeth. I heard Sensei and Kenzo talking about her."

Paul raised an eyebrow as they reached the garage, which was suspiciously vacant of another vehicle that Paul could have used to get there. This really did'nt supprize Bobby though, as Paul, Rob and Randal all had the habit of getting form one place to another by mysterious means. Paul opened the passenger door and expertly lifted himself into the seat, turning to Trish as she climbed in, "You 'heard' them, huh?"

Trish flushed slightly, "Well I may have been eves droping, but both Hiroko and Kenzo are way too smart to fall for that, so they must have wanted me to hear it."

Paul nodded as Bobby loaded his chair in the vans backseat, "I told them to tell you all a long time ago. I know you're all young, but if you can protect entire races, then you can handle a few horror stories."

As Storm started the car, he glanced over at Paul, "So, tell us."

Paul did'nt answer for a minute, then he turned to Trish, "How much did you hear?"

She looked thoughtlful, "Not that much. I was afraid that I would be pushing my luck if I stuck around too long and didn't want to be on the reciving end of Sensei's temper."

Paul smiled fondly, "Smart girl. Hiroko can be a terror when she wants to be."

Trish nodded, "Right, but I did hear them talk a bit about Elizabeth. They said she was married to some guy named William Moody. I didn't get what they were talking about, but I gather something happened and she had to leave him. I guess Kenzo was really worried about her, so he put her under the protection of his then strongest team-"

Bobby spoke up then, looking intrigued, "Which I'm guessing was you, Randal, Rob, and Sabu."

Paul noded, "Gangrel and Eddie were with us, but you guys don't know who they are, so thats another story for another day."

Trish looked irritated at having been interupted, but she went on anyway, "And I don't really know what happened after that, but from the way they were talking, it sounded like she got killed anyway."

Anger simmered in Paul's voice, and he clenched his fists, "She wasn't even a Hunter. She couldn't fight or protect herself. Moody brought her into this world unprepared, and she paid the price," He took and fortifying breath, as if preparing to go to battle, "Elizabeth was... Rob'll explain that later, but leave it to say that she was very, very inticing for creatures of the evil persuasion. And not just because she was beautiful. She got..." he took another breath, but they could see the pain in his eyes, "Raped by an Otherworlder named Nero, and by the time she got to Kenzo, she was pregnant with Evan."

"Kenzo sent her to us, and her and Randal really hit it off, a fact that had me, Eddie and Gangrel non to happy, as we all kinda had a little soft spot for her. But they got married a month before Evan was born, and all was well until two weeks before she was due. Nero showed up on a bad night and we could't protect her. We all paid the price," he gestured bitterly to his useless legs, "She died that night and with her went our teams unity. Eddie could'nt handle the saddness of this place without her, so he went to mexico to train his own group. Gangrel went crazy, obsessed with necromancy and the thought of bringing her back, until him and Rob got into it one night, Rob saying he was shaming the memory of a beautiful woman. Rob broke his neck, but Gangrel was a Fang, so he healed up and left."

Paul sighed, "I was in recoup for my legs while all of this was happening. Of all of us, I think Rob took it the best, 'cause he had Sabu to lean on," he smiled wryly, "The only time in my life I'd seen Sabu attached to Rob at the hip. Randal of course, went nuts. I think he loved her more than any of us, and I really think he wanted to die. But there was Evan to look after. I agreed to take him when I retired, since I knew neither Rob nor Randal could handle something that reminded them of her."

Paul shook his head, as if clearing the memories, "And the rest you know of course."

There was along silence, then Trish spoke, "So then you think Nero has come back for Evan?"

Paul shrugged, "Its the most likely senerio. Nero is a Phoenix, like you Trish. Exept he's full grown, and ridiculously powerful. He is the only one strong enough to bust through a tomb with as many enchantments on it as Lizzy's had. I think he probly did it just to announce himself, toying with us and reminding us how badass he is."

Bobby frowned, "Well, its certainly shaking things up. We're already crumbling from within."

Storm snorted, "Thats for sure. For the life of me, I don't get what Savage's damn problem is."

Paul got a dark look in his eyes, remembering the earlier confrontation, "He's upset about Lizzy. Like I said, he took her death really hard. This is bringing it all back."

"That doesn't make what he said to Jo okay!" exclaimed Trish, her green eyes flashing anger, "Just because he was hurting doesn't mean he had to drag Jo down with him."

Paul made a sound of agreement, "Savage can be a real fucktard when he wants. Its his job to know peoples weaknesses and use them to the teams advantage. Morrison is an easy target to take his frustrations out on because unlike the rest of us, Kitty Kat is nowhere near being at peace with his past."

Storm glanced over at the older man, "You know about Jo's past?"

Paul nodded, a look of disgust creeping onto his face, "Oh yeah. I was there the night it happened."

Bobby cocked his head, looking thoughtful, "Oh yeah, you left us with Evan. I remember Nattie being really angry for no reason that night."

Paul's shoulders fell and he scrubbed at his face with one hand, "Yeah, she hates it when kids get hurt. What those Enforcers did to Jo really pissed her off. Plus, she knew Phil was gonna go to jail."

Trish snorted, thinking of the greasy haired, tattoo obsessed hothead, "Phil's damn lucky he didn't get put to death. Thats the normal punishment for killing an Enforcer and he killed ten."

Paul gave a humorless smile, "Phil had more reasons than you think to kill those bastards for touching Morrison," he looked out the window, memories clouding his blue eyes, "He gets out in 2 months. 9 years in Asylum... and he's coming home," he paused and they thought he was done talking before he spoke again, so quietly they almost missed it, "If he's strong enough."

"EVAN!"

"What?" asked the young man in question, slightly irritated.

"I NEED ANOTHER BEER!" sceeched the blond, waving her ass around to the beat of the radio on the bar infront of her. Which was interesting, as the radio was playing a comercial for laxatives.

Evan rolled his eyes, but before he could reply, another shout interupted him. Looking to his left, he groaned at the sight of Chris, Adam and Shawn argung heatedly with each other. Feeling his blood pressure rise, he cursed his day off for being tomorrow. Shawn, Chris and Adam were living proof of the steriotypes of their hair color. They were without a doubt the most idiotic people Evan knew and he hated it when they came around every few weeks.

Still, this was the only place Otherworlders could mingle openly with each other and not have to worry about scaring the humans, so Evan tolerated it. He did not tolerate them breaking things, which Shawn -the most ridiculous one- looked close to doing. Evan moved around the bar, heading for his unruly patrons with an intent to tell them to cool it or leave, but before he'd even made it halfway accross the bar room, the sallon like doors blew open, hinges twisting as the wooden planks fell to the floor.

Stoping where he was, Evan cursed his bad luck. There in the doorway stood Mark Henry, all 6 ft 300 lbs of him. He was ragged and bleeding, back from some Enforcer job or another that looked to have gone wrong. As he began stomping accroos the room, Evan swore outloud.

"Mark, if you get blood on the floor mom's gonna-"

"I'm going to what?"

The wods, spoken softly, were harmless enough, but they had the whole bar freezing in place. Kelly stopped her dancing and got down, sitting on her barstool sheepishly. Shawn sat down imediatly, taking a drink of his beer, Adam and Chris quickly following suit. Mark turned around, picked up the fallen door, and fixed it back into place, bending the hinges and using his ridiculous stength to push the nails back into the wall. Evan handed him the rag he'd been using to wipe the bar, and Mark tied it around the wound on is leg, slowing the blood flow.

They all turned as one to the doorway from which that dreaded voice had come and awaited inspection. After letting them squirm for a good 10 minutes, Natalia nodded, her sharp eyes amused at her complet control, "Good enough. Carry on, but be good to Cena," she jestured to the man at the bar, "He's in charge until I get back."

She turned, beconning to Evan as she went. Wordlessly, he followed, throwing his apron behind the bar as he went and wondering what she had in store fo him.