disclamer i do not own the undertaker i wish i did but sorry.


It was cold; the fever was taking its toll on her. She was exhausted and sick. She just couldn't help sleeping outside. It was quiet and pleasant; no yelling or screaming.

He was walking in the park if weren't for him she would be dead in the snow. The sight of her startled him. He knew of no one going this far into the park he was not a completely heartless man and he knew she was slowly dying. He picked her up and carried her to his place.

"How old are you." He whispered to himself.

She was eighteen and chubby with long black hair, and porcelain skin. She slept comfortable closest to the wall. She felt horrible but slept none the less.

Three days later

**yawning, sound of sheets ruffling**

He was making breakfast when she came in. she walked up and sat down quietly. He turned frying pan in hand and nearly hit her. He jumped apologizing profusely.

"I'm sorry, I didn't hear you come in" he said.

"It's ok I should have said some thing," she said looking at the food "is all this for us"

He nodded. They ate in silence with the occasional please pass. After breakfast came the questions.

"What is your name" he demanded.

"Athena and yours is…" she inquired.

"Undertaker or taker for short" he answered.

Some time passed then taker asked "How old are you Athena?"

I took time and courage to get used to her name.

"Eight- teen." Time passed between them.

"Taker what do you do" asking awkwardly

"I'm a wrestler and you" he stated.

"I'm not working." he noticed her sad appearance and realized he made a mistake.

"I'll talk to McMahon and see if you can get a job when your better now get to bed." He said.

"Thank you for saving me" she kissed him on the cheek and went back to bed.


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