*REPOSTED FOR SEQUEL*

*disclaimer* I do not own any of the wrestlers that you find in this story. They are either owned by themselves, or Vince McMahon, who basically owns the world. This story is just for entertainment purposes and this does not necessarily run along with current WWF storylines. So just go read/review the story…

Christina sighed. Morons walking around like they were something big and bad. Steriod infested freaks with a habit of liking to touch other men was what they were. Pro wrestling, HAH, like that was a sport. Chrissy shook her head again, where was her brother, and why did he even want her here? He knew that she hated this place, but she would do anything for him.

She walked down the hall, her highs clacking against the stone cold floor and then heard someone yell, "Chrissy?" Turning around, she saw her brother and she smiled. She walked back to her brother and embraced him. "I've missed you."

He nodded and gave her a toothy grin. "I figured, otherwise you wouldn't come out. You change your mind about pro wrestling? Vince could use a pretty diva."

Chrissy snorted. "Hah, I can't wrestle, let alone the fact that all they are are eye candy for the crowd. Pro wrestling, is still, in my mind, the stupidest sport known to man. Steriods…" She grinned at her brother.

He shook his head, sadly, and laughed at her. "You haven't changed Chrissy."

"No, I haven't Kane."

"You don't have to call me that."

Chrissy shrugged as they walked, and she pulled up the strap of her purse. "Yes, I know that, but it's easier since everyone goes by stage names."

"Yeah, you could be something like Bambi." He grinned at her mischievously.

"Shut up, I think I have a little more class than that, oh yeah, what was that B.B. stunt that Vince pulled? That.. oh lord, I laughed when you showed me that." She sighed. "How've you been Kane?"

"Good, tired, the same as usual. Let's go to my room, okay? You can see Taker."

Chrissy sighed happily. She loved Mark, he was like a second brother to her. She approached the door catiously, after her brother, and saw Mark casually sitting on the couch, watching a t.v. "Mark?"

He looked up and smiled. "God, Chrissy, how long has it been… 5 years? You sure have grown even prettier."

She laughed and shook her head, "You're such a good liar, I'm 32. I'm getting old."

"Prettier than before," he grinned then stood up and hugged her.

"Liar!" She berated and moved away to sit down on the empty chair. She looked over at her brother, he was thinking about something, and she still didn't know why she was even here. "Hey… why did you want me here?"

"Well… Vince was talking about needing to hire someone, and well, the medics are low, so I figured…"

Chrissy's anger surgered through her body. Painful memories were ripped from the insides of her brains, her blood ran hot and she tore like a bat out of hell from her chair. She stood up and yelled at her brother, "You devious son of a bitch, if you think I'm going to come here and do medicene you might as well cut off your own friggin' hand. It's not going to happen, I can't believe you Kane, I thought you knew me better than that. I will NOT practice medicene again." She stormed out of her chair, grabbing her purse and running out of there.

Thoughts, images, blood on her hands almost seemed to appear before her as she ran to her car. She couldn't let it get to her now. Five years ago… five long years ago… so much pain… She ran into something, or someone and fell backwards. She shook her head, a few tears sheding from her eyes and landed on the ground. Looking up, she saw a hand. She groaned and grabbed it and let him help pull her up.

"You okay?" The man asked quietly, the braids blocking out most of his face.

She nodded quickly and turned around, looking for anyone. "Sorry, I was just going to my car."

He gave her a quirky smile, then asked, "Running kinda fast for it, weren't you… ?"

"Dr. Christina Jacobs." She said promptly, she wanted to leave now. Her brother might be looking for her.

"Oh, you're Kane's wife?"

She laughed inwardly, then said, "No, I'm his sister. Look, I have to be going…?"

"Raven." He said, and smiled at her kindly.

"Nice to meet you, I suppose." Steroid infested freakshe mentally thought and then gave him a smile, and ran down the hall, to her car.

Raven shook his head, crazy psycho woman he thought wryly and sauntered down the hall. Kane's sister, hell, he didn't even know Kane had family. He sighed and kept on walking.

"Raven?"
He looked around and saw Kane. "Yeah?"

"Have you seen a woman--"

"Christina?"

"Yeah… how did you…?"
Raven shrugged, "She ran into me, litterally. She was running for her car, or something. She looked upset, and she was crying before I talked to her."

Kane growled, "Dammit, I have to find her." Kane ran off towards the parking lot, leaving Raven standing there, confused and cold. Get a damn jacket, moron. He yelled at himself, and walked on to go get his bag and head back to his hotel for the night.

Kane stalked around his hotel, it was three in the morning. He had no idea what to do. He thought that by getting Chrissy back into medicene, she'd do, be with more people, but evidentally, after five years ago, nothing could make her do that anymore.

***

As the phone ran, Kane groggily grabbed it and said, "Hello?"

"Hello? Glen?"

It took him a second to realize the voice… his mother? "Mom?"

"Glen, oh god, I don't know where to start, it's Chrissy."

Glen sat up in fright. He prayed to god something didn't happen to her. She had to be okay. "What's wrong with her?"

"It's oh god, Glen…."

" 'll be there as soon as possible." Kane had pulled on his clothes quickly, thrown everything into his bag and raced out to get his car.

When he got to Chrissy's farm in southern Virginia, it was about ten a.m., cars were lined down the driveway. He got out quickly and saw his mother running towards him. "Mom? What happened?"

She shook her head sadly, "Oh, it's awful. John was driving up to the hospital with Evan to pick Chrissy up from her shift, she was almost off you know?" She started to cry uncontrollably.

Instantly, Glen knew what had happened, at least Chrissy was still okay, for now. A car had to have hit John's car… and Evan, his poor five year old nephew. He wanted to cry right now, but he had to be strong for his sister… he had to be there for her. He held his mom for a moment and walked up to the house, and pushed open the door. The scene he saw frightened him.

Chrissy sat on the floor, blood all over her clothes. She sat staring at her hands, then she looked up at him, the same way she did when she saw her dog die, the same pitiful painful look. She started to cry and he rushed over to her side, holding her tightly.

"I couldn't save them, I couldn't save them. Evan, oh god…" She cried out his name and sobbed miserably. She tried to claw out of Glen's embrace, then stopped, sobbing more.

"Chrissy, don't think about it."

"John, he was coming to pick me up, that's how much he loved me… just to see me everyday… I never told him how much I appreciated him picking me up… never told Evan how much I loved to see him smile…" She sobbed and clutched at Glen's shirt.

He sat there, holding his sister next to him. Chrissy was broken in two. Her whole world had came crashing down on top of her in a matter of hours. She couldn't save them with her medicene, then what was she to believe in? He held her as she cried, until she couldn't cry anymore and sat there screaming for a god, screaming for her husband and son back, screaming for someone, anyone to take pity on her.

***

Kane shook the thought from his head, still a little bit unnerving. He hated the funeral a few days after. He liked his brother in law, he was a nice man, and his nephew. God, how he wished he had spent more time with him. He would have been ten this year.

He sighed. He'd known John for eight years before the accident. Chrissy was so happy then, now she was alone, never seeming to leave her house. She lived off the money that John had gotten from royalties from his band, and took care of her land, raising a few horses for her own personal enjoyment. Occasionally, talking to old friends and having dinner. But nothing more, never anything.

Kane sighed and shook his head. He'd get Chrissy in the morning, somehow talk her back into working again. She needed to do something else with her life.

Basia groaned and grabbed the phone. Who the hell was calling her at 5 in the morning, better be damned important she thought and picked it up. " Hello?" She muttured.

"Basia? It's me, Chrissy."

Chrissy? What was she calling for? Basia had been best friends with her a long time ago, not now, not after her husband's death. Chrissy had all but fallen off the face of the earth. "Mon Dieu, Why are you calling so early?"
"I don't know, I'm sorry, I just needed someone to talk to."

Basia looked over to her husband, thank god he was still asleep, or there would be hell to pay. "It's all right, Chris. So… what did you want?"

"It's Glen, he…"

"Oui?" Basia asked, annoyed.

" Well, he asked me to come see him at one of his shows, and I did, then he had the nerve to ask me to come to work as medic there."

Basia sighed, Chrissy was still nuts. " Mais oui, he was trying to get you out of the house, like everyone else who gives a rat's ass about your life, since you don't anymore."

"What are you talking about?" Chrissy asked, upset.

"You sit at home, mope around, and think about how bad your life has become, yet you do nothing to change it. Chris, I love you, we've been friends for almost twenty years now, but you gotta' drag yourself out of this. You can't live alone forever, mebbe your brother is grasping at straws trying to get you out, but it'll be good for a change. At least stay on the road with him, you can see Mark again."
Chrissy sighed, "All right, Basi… I hope you're right."

"I'm always right, Chris, always."

***

Chrissy put down her phone, sad and defeated. She opened her hotel door and walked out, her friends words still ringing through her ears. She looked at the elevator, then opted for the stairs. She needed to talk to someone, to anyone. Lately, as Basia had pointed out correctly, she hadn't done much. She moped around the house, thinking of times with John. How she loved him…

They were perfect together, meeting when she only fourteen, he was eighteen. Contray to most love stories, it wasn't love at first sight. Chrissy hated him, then loved him on and off for four years. He drove her back and forth, yet there were friends. They fought, physically, and it usually ended up with good laughter and then playing video games after, all the anger forgotten. Yet, as she grew into a legal age, John had showed a much different interest.

She smiled, she loved that first day when he asked her. He asked her to go out to a fast food restaurant then come back and watch a movie. She'd never thought she would have slept with him the first date, she wasn't a slut, but then again, John was more than sexy. He was almost devastating. Maybe that was the problem. She smiled, then they had only gotten married two years later. She was so happy then, not always perfect though. They fought, about stupid things, slapping each other on the leg, just randomly yelling stupid things like always. Never anything serious, life was too short for that. He showed her how much he loved her because sometimes he hated her.

No such thing as true love last forever she thought biterely and let the thoughts drift from her mind. She slowly walked down the stairs, hoping for an end. Maybe the hotel would explode and she wouldn't have to think much more. She sighed and shook the thought from her head, it would make no difference, no one heard her cries for vegenance.

She pushed open the door and heard someone's cry. She rushed out of the door and looked at the fallen man, it was that one from yesterday… what was his name she thought vehemently as she bent down next to him. Raven, that was it. "Raven?" She whispered, quietly.

He groaned and rubbed his head.

"Oh god, I'm sorry." She muttured and looked over him. He appeared to be fine, nothing seriously wrong…

He looked up at her, his eyes meeting hers. It was that same woman, Kane's little sister. "Christina?" He muttured.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't know anyone was behind the door." She helped him stand up.

He shook his head. He laughed, then said, "I didn't know someone could push a door that hard. Hey, are you okay? Kane was looking for you."

She sighed. "Yeah, I'm fine, just going to be heading home soon."

Raven smiled at her, "Hey, can I buy you breakfast, it's still pretty early, but I bet the hotel is open."

Christina sighed. She didn't want to do anything except get in her car and drive home. All the way from Pennsylvania to Virginia. She growled, she didn't feel like driving, and Chrissy didn't have any particular objections to him. "All right, but then I should go. I have a long drive ahead of me."

He smiled at her and pushed back his glasses. "Fine with me."

***

Chrissy sat, fiddling with her food, and looking around. Most wrestlers were already up, and someone kept yelling at the man with multi colored hair. Was his name really Skittles? She shook her head and looked up at Raven. He was watching her. She gasped for a second, his eyes burned into her.

"So tell me something about yourself Christina."

She sighed, she didn't like herself, why should anyone else. "I live in Virginia with two dogs."

He cocked his head sideways, surprised. "No family? You're a appealing lady."

Christina gave him a sad smile. "I had a family, but that was five years ago…" She slowly stopped herself, and drifted back into a memory.

Raven noticed the intense sadness that immediately filled her face. Something had happened to them, Raven guessed. "Did you get divorced?"

She shook her head. "No, not at all. I loved my husband very much, it was just… an accident…" She sighed. "But I don't want to talk about them, what do you do?"

"I wrestle." He grinned.

"No family either?"

He scratched the back of his head and grinned sheepishly. "I had a wife, she divorced me. She didn't like that I was on the road so much."

Christina answered him, "Hmm…. I can understand her feelings… it takes getting used to and you have to like being alone for times. But, it makes when they come home all the more better, or they just stop working for a year…" She sighed, slipping more out her life.

"Why'd Kane bring you here? He never talked about having a sister, much less a family, other than his divorced wife." Raven asked, then taking another bite of his food.

"He wanted me to work for Vince, I didn't want to as I knew what the job was."

Raven eyed her carefully, then asked, "What type of job, another WWF Diva?"
Christina laughed, hard. She placed a hand over her mouth to keep from gaining attention from others. "Oh no, I hate pro wrestling, it's not my thing." She shrugged, then said, "He wanted me to work as a medic."

"But you're a doctor, aren't you? You don't want to go down in pay, I bet." He sneered, so she was just like all the others. Wanting money for helping people.

She shook her head sadly and turned away. "It's not that, I don't work anymore, I haven't for five years…"

"Why not?" Raven pressed.

"Because…"

"Because?"

She clutched her hands tightly and closed her eyes. "Working as a doctor couldn't save my husband, or my son; I couldn't save them. Their deaths are on my soul, I don't want to do it anymore. It has no appeal anymore. That's why I won't practice anymore, I don't believe in myself enough to do it, all right?" She yelled at him, a little louder than she started, then, drawing attention from the others sitting around.

"Hey, look, I'm sorry for asking, I just wanted to see the whole side… I can understand the desperation feeling…"

She shook her head and didn't notice the odd glances the other wrestlers gave her. "No one can understand it, not now, not ever. Look, it's nice talking to you Raven, you're a vey nice man, and thank you for breakfast, but I think I should get started on my drive home."

He stood up and grabbed her arm. "Why don't you give your brother another chance?"

"Don't beg on the behalf on him, or I might just hate you too, Raven. Please don't, you're a nice man. Maybe I'll talk to you again." She grabbed a pen from her purse and scribbled down her cell phone number on the napkin. "Call me sometime, we can talk about your silly pro wrestling, okay?"

He nodded and let go of her arm, and watched her run off. Jeff ran up to him.

"Who was that?" Jeff asked.

"Dr. Christina Jacobs."

"Kane has a wife!" Jeff exclaimed.

"No, it's his sister." Raven sighed, then thought moron. He shouldn't have been thinking that, since he thought the same thing at first.

Jeff nodded. "Why were you having breakfast?" he grinned laviously.

"She opened a door and smacked me in my face, I offered her breakfast because she ran into me yesterday too. Seemed like she was running too much. Go away, Skittles, you're irritating me." Raven muttured darkly and watched the boy run away.

***

Kane paced, nervously. God, he wanted to call her, but he knew she wouldn't answer the phone if she saw it was him. Damn caller id he thought and went back to thinking.

"Calm down, Chrissy needs some time to let it all go through her brain." Mark said, and flipped through the t.v.

He shook his head. "Chrissy has to be home now. It's been a week, she'll be ready to talk, right?"

Mark shrugged and went back to watching t.v. as Kane dialed her number on the phone.

***

Chrissy looked at the phone, and then picked it up. "Hello?"

"Chrissy? It's me."

She growled. "Glen, I don't want to talk to you."

"Please, Chrissy just give me five minutes."

She debated for a second on whether to hang up or speak to him. It wouldn't hurt to hear him out. "Allright, one minute, that's all Glen."

"Chrissy, I wanted you to come and work with us so I could be close to you again. You're my only sister, I worry about you a lot and I think that this would be good for you. You need to be around people, some more Chrissy. You were a good doctor, you could renew your liscence anytime."

"It's already renewed Kane." She said, exasperated.

"I thought you quit medicene."

"I did, but I keep it on backup… just for the chance…" that I may be able to help someone, someday… someone who really needs it.

"Chrissy, what can it hurt? You'll just be traveling with Mark, and me… it'll be fun and nothing really serious ever happens here."

Chrissy sighed and rubbed her forehead, leaning down on the edge of her bed. "Glen…" "C'mon…"

"But…" She protested weakly. She had spent 5 years in solitude, 5 years alone to her misery. Now she didn't know whether she wanted to stay alone, or start up a new life for herself.

"Chrissy…" he pleaded.

"FINE!" She screamed, irritated. She calmed down and said, "Fine… all right, I'm going to set up a few things back here so everything gets taken care of while I'm away… but it'll only be for a trial perioid… like a month?"

"That's fine."

Chrissy could hear him grinning through the phone. Cheeky bastard. She sighed. "Call me up tomorrow and tell me where you'll be in a week, and then I'll be there okay?"

"Good. Chrissy, you won't regret it."

She sighed. "Somehow I think I have." She whispered and hung up the phone. What have I gotten myself into?

a/n:reposting the chapters, I might give a few today-- but I still would appreciate reviews… :P -Saphi