Web of Desire

Chracters: Candice, Randy Orton, Edge, many others.

Summary: AU After Trish Stratus commits suicide, her two young children are left in the care of their godmother Candice Beckman. There is one very big problem though. Trish's drug addict brother Randy wants to be apart of their life. Candice knows what dangers come with Randy, but finds herself falling in love with him, can the two co-exist for the good of the children?

Disclaimer: I don't own anything or anyone you have heard of.

Caution: This Story is rated M for excessive drug use, sexual themes, and reference to suicide. Viewer's Discreation is advised.

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Candice stood and watched with tearful eyes as her best friend's coffin was being lowered into the ground. She had been the one to find her that morning with the pills spilled out on the desk, accompanied by a farewell note. Candice called 9-1-1 and tried to revive her, but it was too late. Trish's body had been cold and lifeless for too long. Candice held Trish's little girl, Beverly, close to her. She was only six years old and already had to endure the death of both parents. Just a year earlier, Trish's husband, Jeff, was killed in a hit-and-run accident. She took a deep breath as the preacher finished what he was saying. "Though we have lost Patricia physically, her spirit will forever be with us, watching over us from the heavens above."

Soon after, everyone started to head back to their cars. Candice led Beverly, and her eight-year-old brother, Brian, up to the grave that now belonged to their mother. They dropped the white roses into the grave.

"Goodbye mommy, I love you." Beverly whispered as she dropped her rose in.

Brian stepped up with his rose. "I'll miss you mom." He said silently and dropped the flower in.

Candice patted them on the shoulders; she then saw a familiar face and knew she had to get the kids to the car as quickly as possible.

"Brian, take your sister and go wait in the car for me, okay?" Candice said. Brian nodded and took Bev's hand, and the two went back to Candice's car as the tall man approached.

"What are you doing here Randy?" She asked.

Randy Orton just looked over the dark-haired woman in front of him. He pulled the sunglasses off his eyes. "She was my sister Candice, I came to say goodbye." He said softly before looking around. "Where are the kids?" He asked.

"In the car." Candice told him sternly.

"Can I see them?" He asked. Candice shook her head at him.

"Trish made it clear that she didn't want her drug addict brother around her kids."

Randy rolled up his sleeve to show her his arm, Candice was expecting to see a mark from a needle, but there was nothing there. "I'm clean Candice; I have been for a couple of months now. I tried to tell Trish that, but she didn't believe me." Randy looked in at the coffin, a single tear dropped down his cheek. He looked over at the car. "Who is going to take care of them?" He asked.

"I am," Candice pulled her jacket tighter around her body.

"I could take them." He offered as Candice looked at him strangely. "You'll be really busy handling the Candied Sugar without Trish, and I don't want them to feel neglected." Randy told her.

"You can barely raise yourself Randy, what makes you think you can raise those two kids?" Candice asked.

"I told you already, I'm clean. I'm a surgeon for Christ's sake, I got a new house. At least let me see them." He pleaded.

"Not today Randy, they've been through a lot." Candice told him and walked away. Randy cursed to himself and went back to his car. Who did Candice think she was? Bev and Brian were his niece and nephew; he had a right to see them. Although he stopped doing heroin, he wasn't exactly as clean as he had made himself sound. He was still doing cocaine and drinking liquor like there was no tomorrow. But he had a right to see his own flesh and blood. Randy took out a little glass tube with a black top on it. He unscrewed the top and emptied out some of the white powder in a line on his index finger, he closed one nostril and sniffed up the cocaine in one breath. He let the high hit him before pulling off. Yea, he was really clean.

Candice got in the front seat of the car and started it up.

"Was that Uncle Randy?" Bev asked from the back seat.

"Yea," Candice told her with a nod.

"Why doesn't he come to see us anymore?" Brian asked.

"Your uncle is very busy." Candice told them. She hated lying to them, but what was she supposed to tell them? Your mommy forbade him from seeing you because he's addicted to drugs? That would crush their world. Randy was their hero. But he was also their worst enemy, the children held him in such high regard, and he could end up being the wrong influence on them. Trish had made Candice their caretaker to prevent them from turning out like Randy.

X-X-X

Candice laid in her bed that night, tossing and turning. She was having a hard time figuring out why? Why would Trish commit suicide? Sure, she lost Jeff the year before, but things had started to look up. How could she just leave her kids like this?

Candice blamed herself. She should have known something was wrong when Trish left the message on her phone telling her to keep the kids that night.

Her eyes fell upon the picture she kept on her bedside table. It was of her and Trish. She smiled at the memory. The two had just graduated from High school together, they had plans to be friends forever. They went off to UCLA and graduated together. They took the little money they had and bought their first apartment together. They got jobs as interns at Dolce & Gabanna, eventually left and opened up their own clothing line and worked their way to the top. Their clothing line was named Candied Sugar after their nicknames obtained in high school.

Candice's thoughts were interrupted when she heard her bedroom door creak open.

"Candice?" It was Bev. Her blonde hair was pulled back into a French braid that Candice had done for her before bed.

Candice sat up in bed. "What's wrong Bevy?" Candice asked as the little girl climbed up onto the bed. Candice allowed her to snuggle up against her.

"I couldn't sleep." She told her.

Candice rubbed the little girl's soft hair. "I know the feeling, Sweetheart." She mumbled.

"Candice?"

Candice looked down at the little girl. "Hmm?" Candice responded.

"Why doesn't Uncle Randy like us anymore?" She asked.

Candice sighed. "Your uncle Randy loves you very, very much. He's just been a little sick lately." She told her.

"Like when Brian had the flu?" She asked.

"Sort of, and it's going to take him some time to get better." Candice looked out the window for a brief moment.

"I remember when I was sick, my mommy made me soup. Will soup help Uncle Randy?" She asked hopefully.

Candice simply shook her head. "No sweetie, soup won't help him get better, he has to do it on his own." She kissed her on the head. "Let's get some sleep, okay?" Candice asked and the little girl nodded.

X-X-X

A week later, Candice was back in the office, and the kids were back at school. Candice was working on the Summer Nights spring line which consisted of party dresses for the night life, she and Trish had started working on it a week ago, and it was almost finished. Candice's intercom buzzed. She pressed the button to speak.

"This better be important Joy." She said with a little bit of irritation.

"It is, there's a Dr. Orton here to see you, he says it's important." Candice rolled her eyes.

"Send him in Joy, thank you." Candice waited a couple of seconds before Randy came through the door, he was wearing bluish green scrubs with a black Nike fleece.

"What do you want Randy?" She asked, Randy put his hands up in defense. "I was just coming to check up on you. See how you were doing." He said with a smile. Candice squinted her eyes at him.

"Jesus Randy, are you high?" She asked as she leaned back in her chair and crossed her arms.

"I already told you I'm off the drugs. If you must know, I saved two trauma victims and successfully completed a kidney transplant." He told her.

"That's your job isn't it? To save people. You went to Yale on a full ride scholarship, I would hope that you knew what you were doing." Candice said sarcastically.

"Oh Candy cane, can't you just congratulate me?" He asked.

"Don't call me that, what are you doing here?" She asked. Randy's smile suddenly dropped.

"When can I see my niece and nephew?" He asked. Candice shook her head.

"I don't know Randy." Candice sighed.

"I haven't seen them in almost three years!" He exclaimed.

"And with good reason!" Candice shot back. "You're a poison Randy. They look up to you, and until I'm convinced you're off the drugs for good, you're not getting anywhere near them. Randy sat on the desk and took Candice's hand.

"Candice please, they need to know that I'm here for them, that I haven't abandoned them. This is just as hard on me as it is on them. Trish was my sister." He stood up and went to look out the window, running a hand through his hair. "And she died hating me." He said quietly. Candice walked over to him and lightly placed a hand on his shoulder.

"She didn't hate you Randy," Candice started, but Randy moved away from her.

"I shouldn't have come here. I'll call you later." He said quickly as he headed for the door.

"Randy wait-" But Candice was cut off by the sound of her office door slamming. Candice sighed heavily before busying her self with the sketch again. Candice found it hard to focus. Randy was right, he did have the right to see the children. He seemed sober. After all, he was going through the same thing, he just lost his sister. As far as Candice knew, he didn't have a girlfriend. Maybe Randy needed the same support through this tough time. Candice had known him basically his whole life, and he was a good person who got wrapped up in the wrong drugs. After a moments hesitation she picked up the phone and dialed his number. It rang four times.

Hey, it's Randy, I'm obviously not here right now. You know what to do, and if you don't…then you should see a doctor. BEEP! Candice sighed, she hated to leave this in a message. "Hey Randy, it's Candice, I guess you're back at the hospital or something, anyways, I wanted to apologize about earlier, maybe the four of us could sit down and have dinner together, or we could work something out…you were right, the kids miss you. Just call me back when you get this." And with that she hung up.