Author: Fire
Disclaimer: not mine, don't sue.
AN: This is for my two best friends in the entire world, Sara and Sheena, who love the Undertaker just as much as I do. Love you girl!
Chapter 1
Maranda followed her sister through the huge house, a scowl planted firmly on her face. Her sister was married to the famous Undertaker, aka Mark Calloway a superstar for the WWE. Her sister was divorcing her husband because he had found out that she was cheating on him with another superstar and she wanted to be with him. The funny thing was that Mark didn't seem to upset over the fact; it was almost as if he was relieved that it was going to be over. The bad thing was that Maranda liked Mark, hell, she liked him more than she did her own self-centered sister and she was only here because Sara had forced to her come, saying that she would kick her out of her house if she didn't. So under protest she was invading her soon to be ex brother-in-law's house.
As they walked through the large double doors leading to the den Maranda sighed deeply earning her a scowl from her older sister.
"Will you at least act like you're on my side?" She hissed, her eyes flashing.
"How can I when I'm not?" Maranda muttered to herself, breaking into a smile at the sight of the very tall man waiting by a bay window.
"Mark, it's so good to see you." She walked over to him and gave him a warm hug, ignoring her sister's angry stare.
"Good to see you to kid." He told her picking her off her feet in the process of returning her hug. Mark was almost seven foot tall, reddish hair and beautiful green eyes. Hell he made Maranda feel like she was almost of normal height, being six foot one in her bare feet, with hair the color of flames and warm brown eyes she made quite a sight.
"Let's get this over with!" Sara hissed coldly, throwing papers in his direction. Mark sighed, rolled his eyes and picked them up off the floor, went over to a coffee table and signed them without looking.
"Mark! Are you insane?! You can't just sign them and not even read them." Maranda protested, not bothering to look at her sister.
"Stay out of this Maranda." Sara ordered her, snatching the papers from Marks loose grasp.
"Not this time!" Maranda said, planting her hands on her hips.
"You know what will happen if you don't" Sara reminded her, a cold smile curling her lips.
"What will happen to her?" Mark demanded, advancing on Sara and staring down at her.
"She won't have anywhere to go home to. I'll make sure of that." Sara threatened.
"She won't be going home with you at all, you self-centered bitch. She's going to stay here." Maranda's jaw dropped at Marks revelation, she did all she could do and that was stare at him.
"I can have you arrested; she's only seventeen years old." Sara screeched.
"Eight-teen Sara, just because you forgot doesn't mean it didn't happen." Maranda said quietly, her eyes dropping to the floor.
"She's right Sara; she turned eight-teen two months ago. It's up to her." Mark turned to look at her and Maranda looked at her sister.
"I'm not going back with her, not if I don't have to." She muttered, finally raising her eyes to meet her sister's furious gaze.
"Fine stay here! You not good for anything anyway, you over grown amazon!" Sara yelled and stormed out.
As soon as she heard the door slam Maranda sank down on the sofa and buried her face in her hands. She could feel as the sofa sagged as Mark sat down beside her and put a strong arm around her shoulders. "I can't believe I just did that." She whispered, burying her face into his shirt.
"It's okay darlin', you never have to see her again." He soothed, kissing her temple lightly.
"Thanks Mark." She said, finally regaining her composure.
"You can have any room you want. And I will send for your clothes tomorrow in the mean time you can wear one of my shirts to bed if you want..." He stood and held out his hand and she took it, allowing herself to be pulled to her feet. It was late and why Sara had waited until ten o'clock at night to deliver the papers were beyond her.
"Do you mind if I go ahead and go to bed? I feel so exhausted." She asked, stifling a yawn.
"Of course I don't mind. I'll get you something to wear." He disappeared up the steps and Maranda made her way to the guest bed room on auto pilot. She wasn't' about to tell him that she normally slept nude, no way in hell.
Opening a door she stepped into the nicely decorated bedroom and went to stand beside the window, looking out at the stars. Minutes later the door opened and Mark stepped inside, his size dominating the room.
"Here you go kid." He tossed a black shirt in her direction and she caught it and held it up.
"The Lord of Darkness." She laughed and shook her head at the phrase on the shirt. It was one from his old Ministry days, black, white and purple.
"At least it will fit." He quipped, smiled slightly.
"This thing is going to swallow me whole!" She said, holding up the triple x sized shirt in front of her.
Mark gave a casual shrug of his massive shoulders and shot a lopsided grin at her. "Go to sleep. Just because you're staying here doesn't mean you're going to skip school."
"And what do I wear tomorrow? This shirt and the jeans I'm wearing now?" She asked, grinning like an imph.
"Whatever floats your boat sweetheart?" He gave her a brief hug that was over far too soon for her tastes and left the room, leaving Maranda to her thoughts. Sighing happily she striped off her jeans, shirt and bra and pulled the shirt over her head. As she suspected it was huge on her, falling to midthigh and slipping off one shoulder.
Lying down in the huge soft bed she closed her eyes happily, things were definitely looking up.
Disclaimer: not mine, don't sue.
AN: This is for my two best friends in the entire world, Sara and Sheena, who love the Undertaker just as much as I do. Love you girl!
Chapter 1
Maranda followed her sister through the huge house, a scowl planted firmly on her face. Her sister was married to the famous Undertaker, aka Mark Calloway a superstar for the WWE. Her sister was divorcing her husband because he had found out that she was cheating on him with another superstar and she wanted to be with him. The funny thing was that Mark didn't seem to upset over the fact; it was almost as if he was relieved that it was going to be over. The bad thing was that Maranda liked Mark, hell, she liked him more than she did her own self-centered sister and she was only here because Sara had forced to her come, saying that she would kick her out of her house if she didn't. So under protest she was invading her soon to be ex brother-in-law's house.
As they walked through the large double doors leading to the den Maranda sighed deeply earning her a scowl from her older sister.
"Will you at least act like you're on my side?" She hissed, her eyes flashing.
"How can I when I'm not?" Maranda muttered to herself, breaking into a smile at the sight of the very tall man waiting by a bay window.
"Mark, it's so good to see you." She walked over to him and gave him a warm hug, ignoring her sister's angry stare.
"Good to see you to kid." He told her picking her off her feet in the process of returning her hug. Mark was almost seven foot tall, reddish hair and beautiful green eyes. Hell he made Maranda feel like she was almost of normal height, being six foot one in her bare feet, with hair the color of flames and warm brown eyes she made quite a sight.
"Let's get this over with!" Sara hissed coldly, throwing papers in his direction. Mark sighed, rolled his eyes and picked them up off the floor, went over to a coffee table and signed them without looking.
"Mark! Are you insane?! You can't just sign them and not even read them." Maranda protested, not bothering to look at her sister.
"Stay out of this Maranda." Sara ordered her, snatching the papers from Marks loose grasp.
"Not this time!" Maranda said, planting her hands on her hips.
"You know what will happen if you don't" Sara reminded her, a cold smile curling her lips.
"What will happen to her?" Mark demanded, advancing on Sara and staring down at her.
"She won't have anywhere to go home to. I'll make sure of that." Sara threatened.
"She won't be going home with you at all, you self-centered bitch. She's going to stay here." Maranda's jaw dropped at Marks revelation, she did all she could do and that was stare at him.
"I can have you arrested; she's only seventeen years old." Sara screeched.
"Eight-teen Sara, just because you forgot doesn't mean it didn't happen." Maranda said quietly, her eyes dropping to the floor.
"She's right Sara; she turned eight-teen two months ago. It's up to her." Mark turned to look at her and Maranda looked at her sister.
"I'm not going back with her, not if I don't have to." She muttered, finally raising her eyes to meet her sister's furious gaze.
"Fine stay here! You not good for anything anyway, you over grown amazon!" Sara yelled and stormed out.
As soon as she heard the door slam Maranda sank down on the sofa and buried her face in her hands. She could feel as the sofa sagged as Mark sat down beside her and put a strong arm around her shoulders. "I can't believe I just did that." She whispered, burying her face into his shirt.
"It's okay darlin', you never have to see her again." He soothed, kissing her temple lightly.
"Thanks Mark." She said, finally regaining her composure.
"You can have any room you want. And I will send for your clothes tomorrow in the mean time you can wear one of my shirts to bed if you want..." He stood and held out his hand and she took it, allowing herself to be pulled to her feet. It was late and why Sara had waited until ten o'clock at night to deliver the papers were beyond her.
"Do you mind if I go ahead and go to bed? I feel so exhausted." She asked, stifling a yawn.
"Of course I don't mind. I'll get you something to wear." He disappeared up the steps and Maranda made her way to the guest bed room on auto pilot. She wasn't' about to tell him that she normally slept nude, no way in hell.
Opening a door she stepped into the nicely decorated bedroom and went to stand beside the window, looking out at the stars. Minutes later the door opened and Mark stepped inside, his size dominating the room.
"Here you go kid." He tossed a black shirt in her direction and she caught it and held it up.
"The Lord of Darkness." She laughed and shook her head at the phrase on the shirt. It was one from his old Ministry days, black, white and purple.
"At least it will fit." He quipped, smiled slightly.
"This thing is going to swallow me whole!" She said, holding up the triple x sized shirt in front of her.
Mark gave a casual shrug of his massive shoulders and shot a lopsided grin at her. "Go to sleep. Just because you're staying here doesn't mean you're going to skip school."
"And what do I wear tomorrow? This shirt and the jeans I'm wearing now?" She asked, grinning like an imph.
"Whatever floats your boat sweetheart?" He gave her a brief hug that was over far too soon for her tastes and left the room, leaving Maranda to her thoughts. Sighing happily she striped off her jeans, shirt and bra and pulled the shirt over her head. As she suspected it was huge on her, falling to midthigh and slipping off one shoulder.
Lying down in the huge soft bed she closed her eyes happily, things were definitely looking up.