a/n-not very good but please review...i only own Nikki, everyone else belongs to the WWE..please don't sue me.
Nikki hurried down the crowded hallway as quickly as she could while carrying a tray full of cups of coffee and bottles of water. She had worked for the WWE for the past two years, running around getting files and just about everything else the so called stars of raw couldn't be bothered to do. So far that day she had walked Hunter Helmsleys dog, washed Jason Reso's car and picked up Candice Michelle's dry cleaning. It was now twelve in the afternoon and they were having a business meeting so of course Nikki had been sent out to get the drinks. She sighed to herself. She still remembered that interview, she had felt like they were looking right through her. Nikki was supposed to be Vince McMahons assistant but after a week of working there it had become clear that she was expected to do the little jobs that no one else would do. She knew she should put her foot down and refuse to do it. But Nikki didn't like to cause a fuss. She always did as she was asked to do and kept a smile firmly fixed on her face while she did it. In her two years she had never once gotten a thank you. It was like she was invisible. She suddenly felt herself falling to the ground. There was a huge as the ten cups she had been carrying all smashed on impact. There was spilt coffee down her white shirt and the hallway was like a bomb site. She groaned as she picked herself up from the ground. She looked up to see Candice Michelle and Maria Kanellis glaring at her.

"You idiot!" Candice yelled

"You got coffee over her shoes" Maria added

"Sorry" Nikki said quickly as she started to clear up the mess.

"You will be sorry, next time watch where you're going" Candice told her with narrowed eyes.

Candice had walked into her not the other way round but Nikki refused to start an argument. Candice was a star and she was the girl who made coffee, Candice could have her fired with the wave of a hand. It wasn't like they couldn't get someone to fill her job.

"Who are you anyway?" asked Maria looking her up and down" i haven't seen you around are you new?"

"No i'm not" she replied simply.

Candice gave her one last evil look before flicking her hair over her shoulder and storming off down the hallway with Maria close behind her.

"Great" she muttered to herself as she looked down at her shirt and at the mess on the floor.

"You know" came a voice from behind her" they say talking to yourself is the first sign of madness"

Nikki turned round and smiled at Jim Ross.

"Hi" she said with a faint smile

"Are you ok sweetheart?" he asked

Nikki just nodded her head and started to clear up.

"Want some help?" he asked kneeling down next to her.

"that's ok it's not your job" she replied

"It's not yours either" he retorted.

"It won't be soon" she told him.

"Why not?" he asked" finally gonna listen to me and stand up to them?"

Nikki shook her head" nope i'm quitting"

"You can't!" he exclaimed

"Why not?" she asked "I don't belong here"

"Yes you do" he told her gently.

"no i don't" she argued

"Don't argue with good ol' JR" he laughed

Nikki smiled at him. Jim was one of the few people who treated her like a human being. Everyone else acted like she was somthing they'd stepped in, or somtimes it was worse and they didn't even notice she was there.

"You've got a meeting" she said changing the subject.

"I'm getting Trish to come and talk to you then" he told her

"Jim please, Trish has enough to worry about" she retorted.

"She's never to busy for a friend and you know it" he said with a smile before leaving for his meeting.

Nikki smiled as he walked off. Jim was like a father to her and Trish was like her best friend but she didn't like the way they were always trying to help her. They both had their own lives and they shouldn't be worrying about her.

She finally gave up on clearing up the mess and walked into the ladies room to try and save her shirt. She looked at herself in the mirror. Her long brown hair had been scraped back into a pony tail, there were bags under her eyes from lack of sleep. She had no make-up on at all. She looked awful. She frowned as she looked at her reflection. Her blue eyes were now dull. No wonder no one noticed her. She blended into the background. She wasn't ugly and she most certainly wasn't pretty, not anymore. She was average looking, nothing special. She looked and felt about thirty when in reality she was only twenty four. She spent her evenings in her hotel room or picking up people who were too drunk to drive back to the hotel and didn't want to pay for a taxi. It was no way to live. That was why she had to quit, she wasn't as strong as Trish and Jim thought. She always acted like life didn't bother her, but all of it was a lie. It was the one thing she had perfected in life, putting on a brave face and acting like nothing was wrong. Her grandmother had always told her if she acted like she was happy on the outside then she soon would be on the inside. Well Nikki had been testing it out for the last four years and it still hadn't worked.