a/n hello! Like I should be starting another story! But this won the poll that I have had up since March, and I'm sure some people have been waiting for it! This is, as the summary says, a Matt Korklan (Evan Bourne) story. It is based around my OC Laura Hart, who is indeed Bret Hart's daughter. It is set at the start of year, and will probably stay that way.

I have plenty of ideas for this story! It's been my baby since March, and I have 9 chapters written, I will probably update every two weeks, I know, I couldn't update every week? But then I would have to write the other chapters faster.

There is a link on my page to Day Dream Island, clicking the link will give you an opportunity to check out what Laura looks like, all the little tid-bits about her life, and even what songs have helped me out through writing this!

Every chapter has a quote that relates to what is going on, or something inspiring that relates to Laura!

I've re-read this a few times, trying to pick up every mistake I've made, but I'd love a beta-reader =]

I really do hope you enjoy it! Please read and review!

The Last Unbroken Hart;

By AliceJericho

Chapter 1: Introducing Laura Hart.

"You gain strength, courage and confidence by every experience in which you really stop to look fear in the face. You must do the thing you think you cannot do." - Eleanor Roosevelt.

January, Monday 4

What's the weirdest feeling in the world? My vote goes to walking into an environment you once knew, and realising that everything had changed.

Not that I even expected it to be the same… Over twelve years since I had last set foot backstage. I was thirteen the last time I was backstage (at a WWE event), so even if it hadn't actually changed I probably would have thought it had.

But walking into an arena that was hosting a WWE show was more daunting than it should have been.

Was I going to wrestle later that night? No.
Was I guest hosting Raw? No.
Was I even going to make an appearance on WWE Television? No.
Should I be this nervous? No.

The last time I had been this close to anyone of WWE employment was in 2006 when my dad was inducted into the Hall of Fame. I'd made an appearance at the event, in honour of my father, not for Vince or any other McMahon, but for Bret Hart, and the rest of the Hart family.

Just under four years later, why was I back at a WWE event when I wasn't even participating? The answer: My father had signed with the company.

I pulled my jacket closer to my body, thinking that if I pulled tight enough I would vanish into thin air. Dad wrapped his arm around my shoulder, sensing that I was scared.

But I wasn't so much scared as annoyed. I hadn't gotten over what happened in Montreal. I hadn't gotten over what happened at Over the Edge.

Wrestling was still a touchy subject around me. So, not only was I annoyed, I was also sad. Everyone in my family avoided the subject of wrestling in my presence. Nattie often had to suppress the urge to brag about her signing with the company, same with Harry. I was proud of both of them, but I couldn't get over what had happened.

"Bret!" I heard the familiar voice of Jerry 'The King' Lawler call for my dad. At least not everything had changed.

"Jerry," my father acknowledged the colour commentators presence,

"Is this your new girlfriend?" Jerry asked blatantly and I started laughing, "Apologies! Laura!" he recognised me by my laugh, something usually only he could get out of me, and he did with ease.

"How are you Jerry?" Dad asked as he removed his arm from my shoulder and extended his hand,

"I'm good, Bret. How are you?" he asked as he took my dad's hand.

"Very well," my dad nodded as he answered, "I'm excited to be hosting tonight's show."

"The universe will be glad to see you." Jerry said with a smile, "If you will excuse me, I need to find Todd." he said and walked off in search of his broadcast partner.

"See, not everything has changed, Law." Dad said with a small smile.

It was just under half an hour later when I had lost my father. I went to get a drink, and then he disappeared. I sighed and pouted, before picking up my pace. I was lost. Backstage. I couldn't even try to find my way around.

This had happened once before. But that was when I knew most of the people in the company, and I wouldn't be afraid to ask for their help in finding my father, or either of my Uncles.

But not when I knew no one.

I'd managed to lose King, and I wasn't sure JR was even still with the company. A few people stared at me.

Did they know who I was?

Had Vince done the jackass thing and told everyone I was going to be here? Did he blow up a big picture of me so people knew not to kick me out?

I wouldn't be surprised.

I could go find Vince. I could easily find Vince amongst all these people.

All I'd have to do was ask someone where he was, and they'd point to a big wooden door with a gold name plate on it.

However, I wasn't going to find Vince and tell him I was lost. I don't like Vince.

"Are you okay?" I heard a voice ask from behind me. I span around as quick as I could, that may have scared me more that I wanted.

"Yes, I'm fine." I mumbled when I saw the owner of the voice. He had brown hair and brown eyes, as well as a smirk that said 'I'm confident, but not arrogant'. I'm not going to lie, it was a cute smirk.

"Are you sure? You look a bit lost." He laughed lightly and I dropped my eyes to look at the floor,

"I might be a little lost…"

"You're Laura? Bret's daughter?" he asked and I nodded, almost wanting to shake my head. That's all I'm ever going to be known as 'Bret's daughter'. Not that that really bothered me. I wasn't much else. Just a wedding planner from Calgary.

"Yeah, do you know where he went?"

"I do actually." He said and I looked up to meet his brown eyes, "He's looking for you in catering, I think he was about to have a breakdown, you might want to get in there." He said and I looked towards the direction I came from,

"Thanks." I said and he smiled. I wanted to melt. I almost did.

It was midway through the show, Dad had done some promos. Mainly starting a major-ish feud with Vince, but also forgiving Shawn.

I'd managed to watch a few seconds of some of the matches. I was sitting in catering and there wasn't much else to do. Although looking at the screen for more that 5 minutes at a time was impossible. That's when I'd start to get teary eyed.

Owen Hart and Davey Boy Smith always came into my mind. Someone would do a move that I'd seen either of them do many times before, and the memories came flooding back.

Of course Dad was there beside me, he hadn't left my side again. Unless he had to cut a promo.

I looked up to the screen again. To see the man from earlier in the ring.

"Dad, who's that?" I asked, my eyes never leaving the screen.

"I believe that's Evan Bourne," he said, "But his real name is Matt." He said and I nodded. I was transfixed. His style of wrestling was something that I had only seen a few times before. When I had watched Chris Irvine or Chris Benoit wrestler in The Dungeon. Or when I had tuned in to watch WCW and the smaller guys were on.

It was fast, almost blinding. He used the ropes in nearly every move. Then when his opponent, a very pale redhead, was on the ground, he went straight onto the top rope. I was expecting a Shawn Michaels' elbow drop.

But that wasn't what I saw.

My jaw dropped, yet he didn't even look phased.

"Did-uh-just backflip off the top rope?" I asked. Sure, I'd seen highflying moves. I grew up watching Shawn Michaels and Marty Janetty. And Shawn Michaels had practically invented high risk.

But that was something I had never seen Shawn even attempt to do.

"I believe it's called a Shooting Star Press, but yes. He did." He said and I nodded, I somewhat recognised the name of the manoeuvre, "Billy Kidman used to do them in WCW." Dad said, obviously reading my mind.

I nodded at him, I had heard of the move. I'd heard it was innovative and unlike anything ever seen before.

But I had never witnessed it. Until now.