Prologue

The small group of wrestlers and WWE personnel looked around trying to find out where they were and what had brought them to this unfamiliar place. One moment they were laughing and having a good time in a local bar after their latest successful pay per view when suddenly everyone and everything surrounding them disappeared and they ended up here in an unknown room that didn't look all that pleasant at first glance. Renee Paquette latched onto the arm of the man standing beside her as his wild blue eyes looked around.

"What the fuck," he growled, looking around the space. It was pretty empty save for a few boxes here and there that looked as if they were hosuing items that at the moment looked very irrelevent to their situation. Looking down at Renee, Jon wondered what they were doing here.

"Man, this has got to be some kind of nightmare," Colby voiced, as he, Joe and Claudio looked around the room as well, "That's it, we've drunk too much and now-"

"We're all having the same dream," Joe continued, looking at Colby in complete disbelief, "As much as I would like to think that, that would be a logical explanation; I doubt it."

"Then, please explain to us oh mighty one, what are we doing here," Jon snarled, as he wrapped a protective arm around the smaller woman that was standing next to him. Yes, they were denying their relationship, but he still felt this need to protect her especially when they had no idea where they were and if they were in any imminent danger. It was then that movement caught his eye.

"Who's there," Claudio asked, looking in the same direction. Colby, Joe and Jon looked towards the corner as well waiting for whatever or whoever it was to step into the light of the empty room and reveal itself.

"No need to be alarmed," the shadowy figure said, as they stepped into the light. The group of five watched the figure in doubt as a man that couldn't be that much older than them stepped into the light. Jon stepped in front of Renee, which didn't go unnoticed by the man.

"I mean you no harm," the man said, looking directly at Jon, "I didn't mean to scare you by bringing you here, but I thought that what I need to show you might be beneficial to you all."

"What you need-"

"You've been watching us," Jon snarled, just as Joe was about to question what the man felt the need to show the group.

"No, I haven't been watching all of you," the man corrected, "I've just been watching you, Jonathan. Forgive me, where I come from or should I say when I come from, I'm not used to the hostility that you are showing me at this moment."

"Obviously, you don't know him that well," Colby commented, causing the man to turn and look at him with a pair of familiar eyes that Colby just couldn't place at this exact moment.

"Actually, I know him quite well," the man explained, shoving his hands into the pockets of his dark wash jeans, "Some might say that he and I are one in the same, but I haven't brought you here to talk about Jon and myself, I have-"

"Brought us here to show us something important, you've said that already," Jon said, stepping away from Renee slightly, "And you say that you and I are close, but the thing is, I don't remember you."

"At this point in time, the moment that I took you from, you don't know me yet," the man explained, running a hand through his dirty blonde hair that was quite familiar to all those that were in the room, but still they could not place it, "You won't know me for quite a few years from that moment, but I do assure you, you will know me."

"And how do we know that you won't hurt us," Joe asked, crossing his arms in front of his chest. The man that stood in front of the group and smiled. It wasn't an unsettling smile, it was a smile that easily put them at ease.

"I wouldn't hurt the people that are beneficial to my future," the man explained. Jon looked at the man and a part of him felt a pull towards him, like he wanted to know what this man was going to show them and see just how he would end up coming to know him.

"What do you want to show us," Claudio asked, looking at the man that stood in front of them, "And just who exactly are you?"

"You'll come to know that eventually once you see what I have to show you," the man answered, "And what I want to show you is a few moments that are very important in Jon's future. He, uh, how do I explain this without tipping you all off to who I am?"

"Why can't we know who you are," Renee asked, looking at the man up and down trying to place his more familiar features. The man looked at Renee, trying to hide the obvious dislike that he held for the blonde that he hadn't meant to bring along for the journey. Jon didn't miss the look that was being sent towards the small blonde.

"For the moment, it's better that you don't know who I am," the man explained, looking away from Renee, "I feel that you need to see what I have to show you before you come to know just who exactly I am, plus, Mom and Dad don't really know that I'm here and I don't want to give my father any-

"Wait, did you just say, Mom and Dad," Joe said, interrupting the man before he could go any further. The man looked Joe wide eyed before cursing under his breath having not meant to release that tidbit of information just yet, but a small slip of the tongue and he found himself in a little bit of trouble.

"I did, but look, this isn't the time to explain," the man backtracked, "I have a lot of moments that you need to see-"

"Why should we even go with you," Jon asked, crossing his arms in front of his chest, "You're obviously hiding something from us. How can we even trust what you have to show us?"

"Because I promise that in the moments that I want to show you, you will find out exactly who I am," the man explained, "I promise."

"Why should trust that you're going to keep your word," Claudio asked, coming to stand on the other side of Jon, "We don't even know you're name." The small group looked at the man expectantly. Inwardly, he struggled. He couldn't tell them his real name, not yet. His favourite uncle had warned him against that, but he needed to tell them something or he would never get them to go any further in this little adventure and that just didn't bode well. He was lucky though, lucky that he took after his mother and father.

"Name's Xander," the man said, with the same smile that had many of them trying to place, but just couldn't seem to at that point in time, "Now, are we all settled?" The group looked at him and then looked around at one another.

"Can we talk for a second," Jon asked, looking at this Xander, "Alone."

"What do you think about all this," Jon asked, looking at his friends with a curious look, "I mean, what do you think, can we trust him?"

"He obviously needs to show you something important," Joe commented, as he looked down at his friend, "What I would like to know is about that slip of the tongue. Mom? Dad? What's up with that?"

"I don't know," Jon answered.

"Does anybody else find that he looks kind of familiar," Colby asked, "I mean, his eyes, that hair and smile, I mean, there's something about him that-"

"That makes you sort of think you already know him," Renee commented, clutching Jon's hand in her own, "He seems to remind me about someone." The four men looked at Renee in thought. They had to admit both she and Colby were right, this Xander had a few familiar traits that made them all feel like he could be trusted, but there were some unfamiliar traits that they just couldn't place either.

"It's up to you," Claudio said, looking at Jon, "Xander obviously thinks that whatever he wants to show you is important enough to possibly upset the balance of time. We're just along for the ride." Jon nodded and quietly contemplated what was being offered to him. A chance to see his future, a chance to know just how all of his hard work would pay off, possibly there would even be a chance to stop certain events that could hinder his chances.

"You aren't seriously considering this," Renee asked, looking at the resident lunatic fringe flabbergasted. There was something entirely unsettling to ger about this entire situation. The way Xander looked at her with absolute disdain made her feel like maybe this thing with her and Jon was only a temporary thing. Jon looked at her and then looked over to Xander, who was shuffling his feet from side to side. He was practically captivated by him. He even knew what traits that they were talking about. He recognized them simply on the fact that he saw them whenever he looked in the mirror.

"Jon," Colby sighed, crossing his arms in front of his chest, "Think about this, anything that you could ever want to know is practically at your finger tips, hell, maybe he could even tell us when and/or if the Shield will get back together." Jon and Joe joined Colby in a soft chuckle remembering the days that they had took the WWE by storm side by side as one of the most dominant factions to come along in a very long time.

Xander watched in complete silence as the group of five talked about possibly taking him up on his offer to show Jon his future. Part of him couldn't stand still, something that he had gotten from his father, according to his mother at least. The pair often argued about which traits he had received from them. He, himself, couldn't really pin point where the need to always move came from, after all his father was known for throwing in some movement here and there in an interview, while his mother was never able to stay perfectly still either during her own. As he continued to ponder the other traits that he had with his parents, a soft vibrated started in his jeans pocket.

"Hello," Xander whispered into his phone. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Jon watching him with an interest that reminded him of the way his father would watch him when he was training to follow in both of his parents' footsteps.

"How's everything going," asked the familiar voice of his favourite uncle, the man who he had to credit for bringing his parents together.

"They're talking it over, Uncle P," Xander explained, "I don't think that they trust me very much." The sound of his uncle's familiar laugh came from the other end of the phone, causing a small smile to find its way onto Xander's face.

"I wouldn't either, in fact neither would your mother if you happened to bring her along as well," his uncle joked, "You're offering him a chance to see his future. It practically seems to good to be true. I'd be hesitant to take the offer as well if Abbey had offered it to me back then."

"How is she?"

"She's good," his uncle assured him, "Keeping your mother and your aunt Apes busy with wedding plans for the time being. Your father has also been drafted into helping pick out the venue for your reception."

"Good," Xander sighed, "That'll at least buy me a couple of hours on your end before Mom starts questioning where I am and what I could possibly be doing during this important time."

"Don't worry about your mother, I'll cut her off before she can figure it out. Now, who's all there?"

"Uncle J, Uncle Colby and Uncle Claudio," Xander answered, biting his lip slightly, "And I didn't mean to bring her, but, uh, Dad's ex-girlfriend, Renee, I think that's her name-"

"It is," his uncle answered, "I kind of figured that she would end up there, your aunt said that she barely took her hands off of your father when they were in familiar company. Don't worry kid, I'll take the extra precaution on this ends."

"No," Xander sighed, "He's supposed to remember all of this, that's the only way that I can make sure that Mom and Dad still get together."

"Hey kid," the older man said, understanding exactly where his sort of nephew and future son-in-law was going, "I have faith in my younger self. He'll get your parents together despite who either one of them might be with. Have a little faith in your folks, kid, they know that no one else is better for them."

"Yeah, they know that now," Xander argued, "A week from their present, Mom was still jaded from that relationship with Hockey's so-called golden boy and Dad, well Dad was well, Dad. I know I'm right, I've studied this timeline more than anyone else."

"Yeah, but you didn't live it," his uncle told him. Xander could practically hear the smile that was spreading across his face.

"Just do what needs to be done and let me past self handle everything," his uncle told him confidently, "He did pretty well the first time around." Xander chuckled before hanging up with his uncle. He was right. He had gotten them together with absolutely no sign that his father had known about everything that could have happened in the years to come.

"Look, man, we got some questions for you," the familiar voice of his father carried from behind him, "There's some things that we are, uh-

"What Jon is trying to say is that we're worried about what you could be doing to the timeline by showing us these moments," Joe continued, upon seeing the Jon was having difficulties voicing what they needed to get across.

"There will be no damage to the timeline," Xander sighed, turning to look at the group, "Due to an error on my part, you, uh, you won't remember what happens once I place you back in the moment that you were taken from."

"Why bother showing us these important moments if we're not going to remember them," Claudio asked, looking at Xander sceptically.

"Because, myself and a couple of other people that are very important in your future feel that it would be best for you to know even if it is only temporary."

"Will we be able to change any of these moments," Jon asked. By the look in Xander's eyes, he knew that not all of these moments would be good, some of them could be very damaging and he didn't know if he could live with them happening away they were originally meant to.

"No," Xander sighed, "Since you won't remember these moments, you won't be able to change them. There are moments that even I would be desperate to change, but-"

"But, what," Renee asked, looking at him sceptically.

"But, they're important moments in Jon's life," he explained, "Uh, without some of these moments, the relationships that he will come to develope wouldn't be as strong as they could have been had the incident or moment had originally happened."

"I'm getting a headache," Colby muttered, but loud enough that Xander heard him.

"Just wait until we start talking about future moments in moments that happen afterwards," Xander joked, a hint of humour in his voice, "You won't know what tense to use, past, present or future." Collectively, the small group groaned before turning to look at Jon to hear his final decision. Inwardly, Xander began to shake. If Jon didn't do this, than he didn't know what he was going to do, how he was going to explain to his uncle that he had failed in what-

"Let's do it," Jon decided with a final shrug of his shoulders. Xander smiled up at him, sliding a small watch out of and sliding it onto his wrist.

"Well," Xander said, looking over at Jon, "I guess we better get started then. This won't hurt, you'll just feel a slight pinch as we move through out the timeline and after awhile you won't even notice it and I also think it might be best that you all hold onto one another. Don't want to leave anyone behind while we're jumping along the timeline."

"Will anybody see us," Jon asked, as he felt Renee grab into his arm once more.

"We'll only be shadows," Xander explained, as he began setting his watch for the first moment in the timeline that he wanted to show them, "They'll neither see nor hear us, but we'll be able to see and hear everything that is both said and done. Everybody ready?" The group nodded and Xander smiled as he shifted the dial and the room around them changed to a very familiar stadium that practically become home to him and his mother.

Jon looked around to see if he could recognize just where exactly Xander had brought them.

"Wait," Renee said, "This is the Air Canada Centre in Toronto." She was right. Jon recognized the building and he definitely recognized the large emblem of the Canadian wrestling company that went by the name of the Toronto Harbour Wrestling Association.

"Whoa," Colby said from behind him, causing everyone to turn around just in time to see an old friend of there's walk right through him towards a brunette that was standing by the Air Canada's Centre's doors.

"Is that Punk?"

A/N: Thought I would try something a little different. I am still working on the next chapter of 'Not Ready for Love' as well as the Epilogue for 'It Was You,' and please don't forget to let me know what you think and check out the poll on my profile.

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