**Hello fellow readers! Okay, so if you recognize this title - yes, I did have this story posted on here a while back. However, I've completely changed it, got rid of the Grey's Anatomy/WWE crossover crap and made it 100% wrestling. So I hope you enjoy the revamp and reviews are always welcome! :) **

Sleepless

Chapter 1

The year was 1997.

Rochester, New York.

Pulling up to the War Memorial Auditorium, Geneva could see the huge line of fans outside ready and anxiously waiting to trek inside for the event. She still couldn't believe she allowed her Uncle to convince her to come tonight, which is why she currently had a parking and backstage pass in her hand. Geneva wanted to come earlier, but due to unbelievable traffic, that completely turned her plans upside down.

Rolling her window down halfway, Geneva flashed the pass at the security guard standing at the gate and smiled when he gestured her through, pointing the way to go to park her vehicle. She followed instructions, a parking spot coming into view a few minutes later and pulled into it, cutting the ignition. Glancing in the rearview mirror, Geneva applied some gloss and redid her thin black eyeliner, having been in the car a little longer than anticipated.

Geneva wore a blue jean skirt that went an inch above the knee, along with an off the shoulder shimmery black top. It had a silver circle in the middle that linked the two see-through sleeves together, stretching across her torso. Her long thick chestnut corkscrew curly hair hung down her back, barely touching her waist. A thick black headband was the only hair accessory in her hair, a simple silver heart shaped locket hung around her neck, a gift from her Uncle.

Wearing simple black flats, Geneva stepped out of her 1967 blue Camaro and headed toward the entrance, placing the backstage pass around her neck. She smiled at the sight of another security guard at the door and flashed her pass again, stepping through the doors moments later. Hectic as usual, though it didn't bother Geneva nearly as much as the first time she came to one of these shows.

The WWF backstage area was always in an uproar and this definitely wasn't Geneva's first time. She kept close to the wall on the right side, remembering being bulldozed last time by one of the wrestlers and, for the life of Geneva, she couldn't remember who it was. Now the real challenge began in trying to find her Uncle's dressing room, turning left down the first hallway she came across.

"Are you looking for Vince?" A blonde woman asked, walking up to the strange woman she spotted with a backstage pass around her neck.

Geneva smiled back, recognizing her instantly and shook her head. "No, I'm looking for my Uncle actually."

Rena Mero –WWF fans knew her as Sable- raised a brow, keeping the friendly smile on her face. "Well if you tell me who he is, I can probably send you in his direction." Though if it was Undertaker or Stone Cold Steve Austin, there was no way in hell Rena would send her to either of them.

Sparkling ocean blue eyes stared back at Rena as Geneva stepped aside, letting more wrestlers pass by respectfully. "Mick Foley." She watched Rena's eyes widen and opened the locket around her neck, showing a picture of her and Uncle Mick in it.

That was pretty hardcore evidence that Rena couldn't argue with as she jabbed a thumb over her shoulder. "Down this hall, turn left. He's the third door on the left. You'll see the name Mankind on his door." As much as Rena wanted to escort her there, not wanting her getting hurt, she also had a match to prepare for that night on the show.

"Thanks."

Geneva walked away, heading in the direction Rena sent her in and surprisingly arrive at her Uncle's dressing room door unscathed a few minutes later. What if he wasn't in there? He's the one who had sent her the pass, along with a note, begging her to come to this show, but she hadn't contacted him. Geneva wanted to surprise her Uncle Mick for a change, since she didn't see him nearly enough. Taking a deep breath, Geneva raised her hand to knock on the door and blinked when it tossed open, instinctively backing up.

"Foley, are you-"

"Yes I'm sure I want to do it." Mick replied for the final time, stepping out of his room and felt his blue eyes widen at the sight of his beautiful niece. "Oh my god, Geneva?!"

Geneva grinned at the sight of her Uncle and stepped forward, past the wrestler that had walked out, wrapping her arms around his neck. "Hey Uncle Mick." She whispered, feeling his arms encircle her waist, holding her close.

"My god, I didn't think you'd come." He whispered, gently patting the back of her head through the thick corkscrew curls and finally pulled back to hold her at arm's length. "You look incredible for someone that just graduated from medical school."

"Yeah well, I wasn't sure I could come, but I got my finals out of the way early." She replied, blue eyes twinkling at his compliment. "And you don't look too worse for wear…"

Mick beamed, pulling into another heartfelt embrace and looked over at his friend, kissing the top of Geneva's head. "Sorry Rocky, but she comes first." He winked in his friend's direction and shifted to wrap an arm around her shoulders. "Gen, this is Rocky. Rocky, meet my beautiful niece, Geneva."

"Pleasure to meet you." Geneva hadn't meant any of Uncle's co-workers because she normally went directly to her seats in the arena to watch him perform live…and get hurt.

"Call me Dwayne, if you want."

"That's enough Rocky, she's not interested." Mick stated, his eyes telling Rocky she was off limits.

Rocky got the message and smirked, holding his hands up and suddenly became serious. "Foley, about tonight…"

"I'll be fine."

"You're not going up against an ordinary man though." Rocky argued, folding his arms in front of his chest.

"I know, Taker and I have already discussed it." Mick wasn't backing down from the match, not when it would help the current storyline he had going with Undertaker. "It'll be fine."

Rocky sighed heavily, already knowing he was fighting a losing battle and nodded. "You're a crazy son of a bitch. See you afterwards." He nodded once at Geneva before walking away, going to prepare for his own match.

It was one of the biggest pay-per-view events entitled In Your House: Revenge of the Taker, so everyone was on edge.

"He seems worried about you." Geneva commented, looking up at her Uncle and sighed when he merely waved her off dismissively. "Uncle Mick, please tell me you're not going to do anything dangerous out there."

Mick chuckled, squeezing Geneva's shoulders and guided her back into his dressing room. "I wouldn't be Mankind if I didn't, sweetheart. Now why don't you sit here and make yourself comfortable." There were just a few metal steel folding chairs and a bench with lockers strewn across the walls. "Or do you want to watch my match live?"

"I want you to tell me that everything is going to be fine." Geneva worried for her Uncle's safety, frowning and hated when he brushed her off like this. "I just want to be prepared in case you have something dangerous planned."

"Nothing I won't walk away from." That was the best thing he could tell her, not wanting to ruin the show and looked up when a knock sounded at his door. "Now what?"

The door pushed open a second later as Geneva looked up, seeing Undertaker himself standing on the other side and immediately averted her gaze. This man intimidated her and had hurt Uncle Mick on several occasions. She caught a glimpse of WWF television every once in a while just so she could see her Uncle and lately he'd been feuding with Undertaker.

He stood at 6'10 and weighed over 300 pounds, his arms covered from shoulder to wrist sleeved tattoos. He had long beautiful dark auburn hair that was currently drenched, hanging down his back and incredible green eyes that reminded Geneva of emerald stones. He had all black attire on, his wrestling tights looking like they had grey X's down the side that matched his sleeveless top. Black fingerless gloves adorned his hands, along with black elbow pads and a white bandage just above his right eye and the side of it. What intrigued her most, besides his eyes, was a single black teardrop etched in his cheek under his right eye, wondering why he had it.

"Foley, do you have a minute?" His deep baritone reverberated around the room, instantly noticing his opponent that night wasn't alone.

"Yeah Taker, come on in." Mick said, walking over to pull his own wrestling tights out, which were all brown. "What did you need?"

His eyes instantly landed on the chestnut corkscrew curly beauty sitting in Foley's dressing room and wondered who she was, arching a slow eyebrow. "Do you wish to do this in front of her?" He made sure to let her know he had noticed her presence. "Or perhaps out in the hallway?"

"Uncle Mick…"

Mick held his hand up, smiling. "No need to leave the room, Gen. We can discuss the match in the hallway, Deadman." He refused to introduce Geneva to Undertaker, knowing how dark the man was.

Geneva decided to do it for him and stood from her chair, extending her hand to Undertaker. "I'm Geneva, Mick's niece." She stated, trying not to show just how much this man intimidated her.

Tilting his head slightly, Taker admired her courage and took her small hand in his, swallowing it whole practically, his green eyes locked with ocean blue. "Pleasure to meet you." So Mick had a niece, that was very interesting to know.

Nodding, Geneva pulled her hand out of Undertaker's, having felt a jolt rush up her arm and decided she would step out to give them privacy to talk. "Just let me know when you two are finished. And please try not to kill my Uncle out there." She flashed a warm smile at Undertaker and stepped through the door, closing it behind her.

Taker made no promises with that request, considering he had a fireball shot at him the previous Monday night on Raw. He was lucky he hadn't lost his eye or sight for that matter, turning his gaze on Foley. "Have you went over everything with Paul?" He referred to his ex-manager Paul Bearer, who now managed Foley, after turning against him late last year.

Foley nodded, still digesting what his niece had done and swallowed it down for the time being, needing to focus on tonight's show. "Yes, we have the fireball ready to go." He sounded excited, rubbing his hands together with glittering blues. "This will indeed be your revenge."

"Indeed." Taker agreed, nodding once and slowly turned to head out the door, only for Foley to stop him with words.

"You do realize I'm not going down without a fight, right?"

Turning only his head, his back facing Foley, Taker smirked over his shoulder. "Did not expect anything less from you. Enjoy your visitor." The word sounded almost ominous as Taker exited the dressing room, stopping to face Geneva. "You are free to go back inside now. Do be careful, some of us aren't as…friendly as others."

Geneva nodded, appreciating his concern, though she had a feeling he didn't do it out of the kindness of his heart. "Thank you." She watched him walk down the hallway and leaned back against the wall, needing to learn how to breathe again.

"You didn't have to do that." Mick said as soon as Geneva stepped back into his dressing room, lacing up his boots. "It's dangerous for you to be in the hallway by yourself."

Rolling her eyes, Geneva planted her hands on her hips. "No more dangerous than you going out there against HIM." She emphasized that word, contradicting her Uncle. "How much longer is your feud going on anyway?"

Mick shrugged, pulling his Mankind mask on his face and began snapping it in place. "Not sure, whenever creative or Vince decides we've beaten each other up enough." He didn't sound the least bit concerned, enjoying his matches with Undertaker because they were fun and challenging.

Geneva didn't buy that for a second, shaking her head sadly. "Uncle Mick, if you're going to be severely injured out there, why bother inviting me?" She demanded suddenly, having told him several times that she didn't want to come to shows if he was going to be brutalized. "I know wrestling is your life and everything, but you are my family. You're not just a wrestler to me."

"I know sweetheart, it won't be that bad tonight."

Mick made the mistake of inviting her to a pay-per-view last summer called Summerslam, where he had a Boiler Room Brawl with Undertaker. Brutal wasn't a strong enough word to describe that match because Mick had been pushed to the absolute limit. Geneva had sat front row with a television in front of her –that was the only way fans could watch the match since it was mostly in the Boiler Room- and cried her heart out every time he took a nasty fall or bump. There were plenty of both in that match and Mick promised to never invite Geneva to an event if he was going to be seriously injured.

That was also the night Paul Bearer came to his side of the darkness and left Undertaker behind, who had recently become WWF champion just a month prior. Tonight, Mankind was going after the title while Taker would come for revenge for the fireball incident on Raw. He wasn't breaking his promise to his niece either, unless Undertaker decided to jump script, which was a possibility since they mostly did their own things once in the ring. So maybe it wasn't a good idea for Geneva to be here after all, but nothing could change it and Mick refused to send her away.

"Why don't I believe you?" Geneva whispered, standing up and walked over to hug her Uncle tightly around the neck, closing her eyes sending a silent prayer up to watch over him. "What if you end up lacerated again or worse?"

"Nothing I can't handle, Gen." Mick simply said, kissing the top of her corkscrew curls gently. "Everything's going to be fine, now relax and let me finish getting ready. Afterwards, we'll go out for something to eat and catch up."

Geneva liked the sound of that, always super close with her Uncle and reluctantly released him, still worried about tonight's show. She sat back down and watched as he finished lacing his boots up and taped his hand up heavily. His move was called the Mandible Claw, which incapacitated his opponent by squeezing a nerve in their mouth. Where the name originated from was from the 1960's and it was a hold known as the Mandibular Nerve Pinch, but Mick made it his own.

When it was time for Mick to go out for his match, Paul came to retrieve him, his eyes landing on the young woman. "Do you think it's wise to leave her back here alone?" He asked quietly, worried that other people would bother or harass her.

Mick shook his head, grinning. "She'll be fine. Gen, lock the door and don't answer it until I come back, sweetheart." When she nodded, Mick accepted a good luck kiss on the cheek and walked out with Paul, both of them heading to the ring.

Geneva bit her bottom lip and turned the monitor on, waiting on pins and needles for the match to begin, hoping Uncle Mick hadn't lied to her.