Title: Uneven Steps
Author: Mel
Rating: PG13
Summary: Why can't the past rest?
Disclaimer; I own nothing
Notes: Based on a challenge posted by Unprettyme77 at LJ
Spoilers: Possible, but most likely not
Notes: Setting this in 2006, probably around Spring, Summer, Early Fall, Lita is not retired, storyline maybe used, maybe ignored. I will probably have a more detailed note in the first chapter. This is just the prologue. So go with the flow for now.
Pairings; Eventual Lita/Batista, Beth/Hunter, Mickie/Cena, Brooke/Punk, Dawn/Jeff, Victoria/Edge
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April 14,2006
From: Skye weathergirl90...
To; Amy freeflyer75...
Subject: Amy Squee! I'm sixteen!
Ames! It's my birthday!!!!!! Squee!! I'm sixteen! Happy birthday to me! Does happy dance. Thanks so much for my locket with the pictures of you and mom and me! I love it. But most especially thanks for the car!!!!!!!!! I love it. It has already been dubbed Christine. No not after the Stephan King novel. The car that kills people, but ya know after you and Mom. Thank you thank you thank you. I can't wait to see you. I miss you.
Love you so much. And thank you a million and one times!
Skye
PS. Oh happy birthday to you too old fart! Love you!
Kisses
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Amy let out a sigh. She pushed some of her dyed red hair back from her face and let out a breathe. Skye always brought a smile to her face. She was such a fun loving drama queen at times. She was a lot like Amy at that age, her mother said, just normal. Thus far she had had no aspirations for being a rock star or a wrestler, which Christine Dumas said she was grateful for.
Amy leaned back on the headboard of the bed in her hotel room and yawned. She turned her hazel eyes over to the clock, checking to make sure she still had time to do a few things before her roommate, Mickie James, returned from lunch with her boyfriend to collect her to get her ready for the night's partying.
Amy saw that it was only one, plenty of time to continue checking her email.
Amy scrolled through her gmail account deleting junk mail and ear marking a few emails to read later when her eyes caught sight of a strange subject line from an email account she didn't recognize.
From: bmail1000...
To: freeflyer75...
Subject: I know you're secret.
Amy lifted an eyebrow.
Hmm, she thought, not odd at all. Almost deleting it, but deciding on a whim to check it out. It had pasted through her virus scanner fine.
She hit open and almost shrieked aloud in horror.
Amy, amy, I always knew you were a slut, but to go this far? Teen pregnancy? And you're a liar. Not telling precious little Skye who her real mother is? I'm disappointed Ames. Seriously. I mean I expected more from you. Oh wait no I didn't. You're nothing but a lying, cheating, slut…who…
Amy hit delete before she could read more. She set her laptop to the side of the bed that she didn't' occupy. She brought her hands up to her face. It was hot from shock and fear.
"No…no one but mom and I know…how could anyone know?"
"How could anyone know what?"
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End prologue. So good bad, really ugly?