A/N and Disclaimer: I own absolutely nothing, not even the basic idea! I do own Sitara and the fleshing out bits, lol. This is a request/challenge fic, which had the general idea all outlined for me -which was damn nice as I usually wing it, thank you!. Written for lizzy beth lizzy, hope you enjoy!

CHAPTER 1

"Jack?"

Jake Hager –better known to fans as Jack Swagger, and truthfully; as of late he preferred his ring name- slowly turned around; his eyes widening as he took in the person before him. Truthfully, he had recognized her just by her voice alone. The West Yorkshire accent wasn't harsh, but softened, tempered with something else that he attributed to her other heritage.

"Who's this, Jake?" His friend, Mike Mizanin or simply Miz, asked curiously, taking in the woman standing before them.

"What are you doing here?" Jake demanded in a low voice; ignoring Mike.

"We need to talk."

***

"Oh, I'm sorry!"

Jake shook his head, waving a hand airily. "No, it was my fault." He stooped to help the raven haired woman pick up the contents of her purse. "I wasn't paying attention."

She laughed quietly, reaching for a tube of lipstick and tossed it into the leather bag. "Me either."

He grinned, finally looking into her face and blinked. It was obvious just from the caramel color of her skin and ink black hair she was Indian. Not Indian as in Native American but from India, or at least her parents were. Her accent made him think she was a local. But her eyes, they were a pale green color; standing out quite lividly from her face; surprising because he had expected brown or near black iris' staring back at him.

"I'm Sitara." She said after a moment, her pearly white smile faltering when he just continued to stare at her. "Are you alright?"

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine." He stood up from his crouching position as she did; extending his hand. "Jack, Jack Swagger." Jake didn't know why he lied to her, but he was a bit surprised she hadn't recognized him. He was on RAW now, that was live TV and millions worldwide watched it. Maybe he was secretly, arrogantly hoping she'd recognize the name.

"That's… different." Sitara said slowly, still smiling. "Well, Mr. Swagger…"

"Jack."

"Jack, thank you for your help."

When she moved to go past him, he sidestepped and blocked her path. "Wait…"

Sitara hesitated; her black eyebrows coming together in a frown.

"This is going to sound awfully forward but, would you have dinner with me?" He smiled sheepishly down at her. "I'm in town for business and don't really know anybody…"

She smiled again.

***

"Here, we can talk in here." Jake grunted, opening a door to one of the rooms not in use and ushered her inside; quickly looking up and down the hallway before following her. "What are you doing here?"

She arched an eyebrow, staring at him; not understanding the almost angry tone of voice he was using. "I beg your pardon?"

"You heard me."

Sitara frowned, biting her lower lip. This wasn't exactly the reception she had been looking for.

***

"And now we're here on tour."

Sitara took a slow sip of her wine, to give herself time to digest. Jack was a professional wrestler for the World Wrestling Federation, which she had heard of. A lot of her mates were wrestling fans and had made the trip to the show. She had never paid attention, though she could now imagine the looks on said friends faces when she informed she had actually dined with a wrestler.

That would be entertaining to say the least.

"So what do you do for a living?" Jack asked her, surveying her with interest that she was certain extended past what she did for money.

"I um, I'm a dancer." She said after a moment.

"Professional?"

She nodded slowly.

"Wow… like ballet and sh-stuff?"

"I'm classically trained, yes."

"Impressive." He smiled at her, reaching out to rest his hand on top of hers. "I bet you're a beautiful dancer."

***

"Well?" Jake folded his arms over his broad chest; staring down at her coldly.

Sitara didn't know what to say. Finally, she took a deep breath and began.

***

"You're… what?" Terrence stared at Sitara, the expression on his face disbelieving; like she had just told him she had sprouted an extra set of breasts.

"Pregnant." Sitara repeated calmly, maintaining the cool and aloof posture though inside she was quivering.

"You can't be pregnant, you twit! How the ruddy hell do you plan on dancing for the lads?" He snarled, standing up and placing the palms of his hands on his desk. "I am NOT employing a pregnant stripper!"

"I'm not going to show for several months…"

"I don't care! Either get rid of it or hit the bricks."

"Fine."

"You need an advance for an… abortion?" Terrence asked, seemingly relieved she was taking this so well.

"No, I meant fine, I quit."

***

"You quit?" Jack said sharply, staring at her. "You quit your job and decided to come hunt me up because you think you're pregnant with my kid? I don't think so, Sitara."

Sitara could only stare at him like he had lost his mind. "What do you mean, I think, I know."

"It's not mine."

"I'm not pregnant, you arrogant berk!"

"You just said…"

"I miscarried." She said flatly, tears shimmering in her pale green eyes for a moment before blinking them away.

"Let me guess, too much stress." Jack sneered, shaking his head. "I know what this is, this is a shake-down. You're after money, right?"

"W-what?"

"We had a one night stand and you figured, since I'm famous you'd try getting some cash off me. Well, it's not happening, you understand me? Even if you were pregnant, it wouldn't be mine. You're a whore, you dance for money and who even knows what else."

Her mouth opened and closed; struggling not to scream in rage or cry.

"Now get your ass out of here before I call security." He pointed towards the door.

Nodding automatically, she turned towards the door.

Smugly, he shook his head; tsking.

Sitara whirled around and slapped him as hard as she could.

***

Stephanie McMahon-Levesque shook her head as she walked down the hallway; fighting back the beginning of what promised to be a spectacular migraine as she surveyed tonight's line-up. "This is garbage…" She muttered; passing the clipboard back to her personal assistant. "Throw it out."

"But…"

"Please, throw it out." Even though she had been polite, her tone had become frosty; blue eyes narrowing. She was getting just a bit sick and tired of everyone questioning her, she was head of the creative writing team; if they didn't like her decisions, they could quit.

It was her ass that was usually reamed out, not theirs.

On the bright side, at least they'd be going back to the United States in less than a week. Their second European tour in two months, she knew she wasn't the only one exhausted; the superstars and backstage people were too; all of them wanting to get back to their families and homes.

She didn't blame them one bit.

Stephanie's attention was pulled from her thoughts of home to a woman walking ahead of her; crying softly from the sounds of it. She frowned as she took in the neatly pulled back black hair. She was fairly certain this wasn't one of her Divas, she was taller than the twins and her skin was too dark to be Gail. "Excuse me."

The woman froze.

When Stephanie had moved so she was standing in front of her, she inhaled sharply; motherly instincts kicking in at the pain on the other woman's face. "Are you looking for someone?" She asked kindly, hoping this wasn't a ring rat who had just been tossed out.

"No, I already seen him." The other woman said, sounding fairly bitter; snorting and angrily wiped at her eyes with the sleeve of her white blouse.

"Is there… here, why don't we go to my office…?"

"Your… office?"

"You don't know who I am?" Stephanie blinked in surprise.

"Should I?"

"Stephanie McMahon-Levesque."

"Sitara Adjah."

They shook hands; Stephanie smiling warmly while Sitara seemed uncertain.

"This way." Stephanie wrapped a friendly, supportive arm around this person she had only just met; already having a feeling this woman –Sitara- was about to make an impact in her life in some way; shape or form.

Sitara just went with it, after all, her life couldn't get any worse, now could it.