I only own Amy, please be nice, it's the first story I've ever written like this.

Amy- Day 1 in the Desert- Dusk

I sat in the sand watching the retreating trucks. Why had I gone like this, taken a job like this only to end up like I was on an episode of 'I Shouldn't Be Alive'? I had just barely came to Iraq with a journalist for a local newspaper and then about one day later get taken hostage. What would people say when they find out that my dad was Scott Levy, AKA Raven from TNA wrestling, or how would they react to the video message that I asked my hostage takers to give to my dad?

Standing up I touched my Celtic charm around my neck. It was a Celtic style compass, so that I would never loose my way. I knew if I chose one direction to walk in I would end up somewhere else, where I had no clue but I had no desire of thinking about it. Just letting my feet do the walking I went on. I had three backpacks with various stuff that they gave to me before they ditched me; one being for my camera equipment that they gave back to me when they kidnapped me and the other two were for the food and water that I had to carry.

I had only been in Iraq for one day when I was captured. I was held for another day and then they took me out into the middle of the desert and left me. So I had been in Iraq for two days then. Which means dad would have been told probably the day after I was captured.

Raven- The day of news

Dad sat in shock, still in shock from when a military person came to his home to tell the news. He was at his job at TNA studio still processing the information.

"Did you hear me, Raven?"

"No I didn't. I have better things to worry about." He retorted to his own boss.

Jeff Jarrett and Scott Steiner became intrigued. "It has something to do with you doesn't it?" Jarrett asked.

Andy Douglas looked at my father. He didn't say a word, he knew too that something was going on.

"My daughter went to Iraq and she was taken hostage." Dad said evenly like it was no big deal but inside it was.

Every wrestler present went quiet. They knew me, or of me, from my time since dad came to this company. In 2004 I became friends with Andy Douglas after a fitful departure of my then boyfriend and ex best friend. He understood things about me that I was afraid to tell my own father, but just the same there was one thing that I didn't tell them, not until I was still in the desert and not until Alex Shelley got in the mix of things.

"Oh God, is she alright?" Jim Cornette asked.

"No, they killed her. They're still trying to find her body."

Andy stood up and excused himself. Dad looked at the southern wrestler who was walking towards the back. Excusing himself Dad followed Andy.

"I can't believe this." Tears threatened to fall as Andy walked into the nearby catering room. "She's gone?"

"That's what I was told. They said she made a death letter to me but it hasn't arrived yet. I think Maybe you should come see it when it does get here, that way you'll know what she had to say."

"God, she was there for me when Jessica broke up with me. I was there for her when her relationship went sour. Why, why was she sent out there alone? Why did they have to take her? She was ours, she didn't need to go over there, but she did."

"I think that TNA might eat this up." Dad leaned against the nearby wall looking at his co-worker.

"How do you know?"

"I'm thinking of making a storyline with this, just so that everyone can see that I love my daughter. Though I think there may be something with you in it."

"How so?"

"I don't know, but you are a main part of her life. I don't know, but I think it would make for a good chunk of us, a famous wrestler looses his daughter to the war in Iraq, yeah that will sell. Come on, she wouldn't want to see you like this. Let's go back to the meeting and get through this."

Sighing out of desperation Andy followed my dad back out to the Impact Zone to listen to the speech that was interrupted.