Hi all! Okay, so I hate prefacing a story, but this is kind of necessary. Yes, this story involves the history of John Cena, but another main character is Jessica McMahon, the third child of Vince McMahon and Linda McMahon. Indulge me here, it's my creative license. Her history is made up, as well.

The most important thing here is that I'm going to try and stay true to the storylines as much as possible. Yeah, she's going to have interaction with WWE Superstars, but please take it with a grain of salt.

I appreciate reviews and criticism, so please read and review. If you do or don't, I'll continue to write, it's just that… well, the feedback monster gets so hungry sometimes…

Danielle

December 22, 1985

A flurry of snow had drifted upon the town of Greenwich, Connecticut, as Vince McMahon buckled his seven-year-old daughter into the backseat of his black Volvo. The clock was ticking towards 4AM and his youngest child, Jessica, was sleeping soundlessly in her carseat.

It amazed Vince that a child so peaceful could cause such havoc in a classroom. The Jessica McMahon he knew was a smart, fun-loving, and witty child, meant for more than being caged inside a small room and taught to sit and remain quiet. Her eagerness to learn and bouncy nature was what set her apart from her siblings and both Linda and Vince loved that about her.

After the meeting with her teacher the previous afternoon, Vince decided to take her out of school a day early, as her winter break was scheduled to start at the end of school that day. At this point, they weren't even sure that they'd continue sending her to the private school, let alone to any school in particular.

He regretted having to leave so early, but he had originally planned to make the trip to Massachusetts by himself and scheduled a meeting with his contact at 9am. Factoring in traffic, Vince decided it was better to be early than late, even if he was looking into prospective employees.

As the digital clock on the dashboard registered 7am, he heard a stir in the backseat of the car.

"Good morning, Daddy," the little girl smiled at him, rubbing her hazel eyes with her small fingers.

"Morning, Princess. Sleep well?" Vince glanced at her briefly in the mirror and smiled.

"Mhmm…" she nodded, wiping stray strands of blonde hair out of her face. "Are we there yet?"

Vince chuckled to himself, "No, sweetheart. It's going to be another hour or so until we get to Grandma's house. You can ask me at 8:30 if we're they're yet, okay?" he added, trying to cut off her potential rapid fire questioning.

"Okay, Daddy," Jessica agreed. "I'm hungry."

"You know, Jess, sometimes I swear you have a bottomless pit for a stomach," Vince chuckled. "There's a bag of cereal next to your seat. Can you reach it?"

"Yep," she nodded, grabbing a hold of the bag and opening it. "You're so silly. How can I have a pit in my stomach… I don't even like fruit?!?"

"How can a girl so good be such trouble in school?" Vince shook his head. "Jessica, why aren't you good in school?"

"I try, Daddy. I really do! I just don't like Mrs. M!"

"Why not, Princess?"

"Because, she doesn't let me answer questions! I know what she's going to write on the board, but she won't let me talk. If I sit and raise my hand and be quiet, she still won't call on me. I just want to answer her and show her I'm smart, but she won't let me!" the little girl cried in exasperation.

That was just it… Jessica was too smart for the teacher and her teacher didn't know how to deal with it.

"You know something, Jessie? We're going to find you a new school… where you can answer the questions, okay?" Vince offered.

"Okay, Daddy… are we there yet?"

Vince drove up the gravel driveway into the familiar shadow of the yellow house with forest green shutters. It had been over a year since his father had died, but his stepmother had kept the house exactly the same. Diana McMahon had been just as loving towards him as his own father and he loved her just the same.

Just as the thought of her crossed his mind, draped in a long overcoat and winter boots, Diana braved the snowy walkway and made her way towards the car.

"Come inside quickly, it's cold," she urged her stepson.

He nodded and pulled their overnight bags from the trunk, as Diana hustled her granddaughter inside the quaint house. Soon, he followed their lead.

"Off with your shoes!" she ordered. "There will be no tracks on my floors!"

"Right, sorry," he apologized, using one of his heels to slide off the opposite foot's boot, followed by the other. Jessica's shoes had already been removed.

"Grandma!" the little girl shrieked, wrapping her arms around Diana's legs.

"Jessie!" she smiled, encircling the little girl with her own, "I'm so glad to see you."

"Me too!"

After a brief laugh, Vince handed his daughter her bright pink bag, "Go and take this to your room, sweetheart. Put on your other clothes, okay?"

Jessica nodded and bounded up the stairs.

"Why did you bring her, Vince?" she eyed him suspiciously with her emerald orbs, "I know that you see potential in Jessica, but what would possess you to pull the child out of school a day early?"

"She keeps getting in trouble, Diana," he sighed, sliding himself onto one of the ivory chairs in the kitchen.

Diana followed him into the room, checking her cropped blonde hair in the mirror as she passed.

"She says that the teacher won't call on her," he continued, "But she knows the answer." Vince raked his fingers through his dark hair, now graying at the temples.

"Maybe she doesn't belong there, Vince," she offered with a shrug, joining him at the table. "Some kids just aren't fit for that private school mold."

"But she is brilliant, Diana! She can multiply and divide…"

"She's seven, Vince."

"Exactly!" he exclaimed. "There's only so many schools that she can attend back home… and I sure as hell am not sending my daughter back there, or my name isn't Vincent Kennedy McMahon!"

"Well, Vince," she sighed, "I will make you an offer. It's one your father and I discussed before he passed away, but I think he'd love nothing more than this… even now."

It was true… Diana longed for the family she had dreamed of as a young girl, but now she had only the family that she'd married into.

"I want Jessica to come and live with me… go to school and finish out the year here," she finished. "We'll see how she likes it here. Worst comes to worst, we've wasted our time, but…" she warned her stepson, "It's no different than he school now."

"I'll think about it, Diana, thank you."

What else could he possibly say? She was asking him to leave his daughter here for the remainder of the year, possibly for her childhood if she liked it there… if she likes it here. Might it be worth it if Jessica had an easier childhood?

"You're welcome, Vince…" she nodded. "I hear you have a business meeting with my neighbor, though?"

Vince couldn't help but chuckle, "How'd you find out?"

"Please," Diana fanned a hand at him, "This is West Newbury… how many people do you think live here?"

"Point well taken. What's he like? We've only spoken over the phone."

"John Cena, Sr.? Very nice man, very nice family. He's a character, but he has a kind heart. His wife is sweet too, but those sons of his… my, they have their hands full!" she mused.

"How many?" he asked curiously.

"Five, ages 10 to 9 months old."

"My God," Vince shook his head.

"There's an eight year old in the mix, John Jr," Diana added. " She might like him. He reminds me a little bit of her."

"Oh! Thanks for reminding me, I have to call Mr. Cena and tell him that we've arrived," he remembered.

"He's speed dial one," she replied nonchalantly, pointing to the phone, and then heading for her granddaughter's room upstairs.

Along the walls of the hallway hung photos of the family. The first picture frame was of Shane, Stephanie, and Jessica. The second was one of Vince and Linda, but the last one was of Diana and her late husband.

Diana allowed her finger to trace along her husband's body. The photo had been taken at Stephanie's fifth birthday party.

There they were… Mr. and Mrs. Vincent James McMahon, happy and healthy.

After one year of marriage, they made the decision to settle down in West Newbury, where Diana had spent her summers as a child. It was the perfect chance for them: quiet, cozy, and quaint. Yes, the town wasn't the richest and while they had plenty of money, it was the fact that the town was rich in family and community values that drew them in. Sure, living in Connecticut might have been easier after the birth of their grandchildren, over twenty years later, but they loved it too much to leave.

But that was before Vincent's illness, his cancer, and his death. It was time when neither he nor Diana had to acknowledge their mortality.

"Diana…" a voice startled her from her thoughts.

It was Vince… her stepson.

"Yes?"

"I spoke to John. He wants me to bring the baby over," Vince called back.

The baby? She thought. Right, Jessica. Seven years old and she's still the baby.

"It's still snowing, so please be careful!" Diana answered, entering Jessica's room. "Jessie, Daddy's taking you next door to talk to my neighbors. Go downstairs and put on your boots."

"Okay, Grandma," the child smiled brightly.

About an hour after drinking her tea, Diana McMahon's gaze lingered out the window as a young boy passed, with an even younger girl chasing after him.

"Give it back!" she shrieked.

"No," he teased, sticking his tongue out at her.

"I want my mitten!" she whined.

"Well, you can't have it!" he continued to taunt her.

"Steve!" another boy yelled as the mitten disappeared from her adversary's hands. "Leave her alone."

"Oooh… Johnny has a girlfriend," Steve teased his younger brother as he walked back towards the house.

"Stupid," John shook his head and handed Jessica back her pink mitten. "Forget Steve, he's a butthead. What's your name?"

"Jessica," she answered shyly.

"I'm John. Is Mrs. McMahon your grandma?"

"Mhmm. My dad is talking to your dad about wrestling."

"Vince McMahon is your dad?"

"Yes, he is!" she smiled proudly.

"Then you like wrestling?" he asked, wide-eyed.

"I'm going to be a wrestler one day, both me and my big brother, Shane! We're gonna kick butt!" she stood up excitedly, but lost her footing and fell back into the snow. "Who's your favorite?" she asked, wiping the snow off of her legs.

"Hulkamania," he replied in his best Hogan voice, attempting to flex his non-existent muscles, "Brother…er…sister."

"You're funny," she squealed in delight. "He's my favorite too!"

"I have all of his action figures in my room," he added proudly. "Wanna see?!?"

"Sure!"

Well, that's the first chapter. I hope you like it. The next few chapters are going to follow Jessica's adolescence, as I don't want you to suddenly be thrown into a world where you're grasping for details that make no sense when put together. Trust me, her backstory will pay off!

Let me know what you think!