Witness Protection

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Rating: M to be safe.

Summary: Annette Turner and her infant son Matthew are on the run from a madman intent on killing them and who better to protect them than the Undertaker?

Chapter 1

Annette Turner was trying to check into her hotel room and keep a hold of her overly excited nine month old son at the same time. Unfortunately for her, he was more intent on getting the attention of the many wrestlers and divas that were wandering through the hotel lobby, most going to their own rooms. Annette had just picked up her key card when Matthew yelled out, "Vin Man!"

Annette turned and saw Vince McMahon walking towards them. After moving out of the way of the next guest, Annette adjusted her hold on Matthew. "Matthew, Mr. McMahon's busy. Maybe we can talk to him later."

"No! Want Vin Man! Vin Man!" Matthew yelled.

Before Annette had a chance to quiet him down, Vince noticed them and walked over. "Did I hear someone calling me? He said with a grin on his face.

"Vin Man!" Matthew said excitedly, trying to get Vince to hold him.

"May I?" Vince asked Annette. She nodded and handed Matthew to him. "How long has he been a fan?"

"Since the day I brought him home from the hospital." Annette said with a laugh. "I've been a fan for years and I've always let him watch. It wasn't until a few months ago that he started learning to say people's names."

"Who's name did he say first?" Vince asked.

"Undertaker, actually, he says Take, but it's obvious what he's trying to say. Take was actually his first word." Annette admitted.

"Even before Mama?" Vince asked.

"Yep. We were watching Smackdown one night and Taker's music started. He looked up from the blocks he was playing with and watched Taker walk to the ring like usual and as he raised the lights, Matthew pointed at the TV and said Take."

"Wow. How long until he said Mama?"

"The next morning. I woke up to him yelling it through the baby monitor."

"I assume you're in town for Wrestlemania." Vince said.

"Yeah, we have front row seats at the corner of the entrance ramp and the ringside area. After how excited he's been just seeing everyone here, though, I'm wondering if it was a good idea to get seats that close to the action."

"I'm sure he'll be fine." Vince said. Before their conversation could go any further, the Undertaker came off the elevator along with Triple H.

"Take! Take!" Matthew yelled as he struggled to get out of Vince's arms and get to his favorite wrestler.

Vince laughed as he held him tighter and yelled out, "Taker, Paul, come over here for a second." The two superstars walked over to where Vince and Annette were standing.

"What's up, Vince?" Taker asked.

"Take!" Matthew squealed.

"I wanted to introduce you to your biggest fan. Taker, this is Matthew and his mother Annette. Matthew here's such a big fan, your name was the first word he said." Vince said.

"Take! Up!" Matthew said, holding his arms out. Taker laughed and took him in his arms.

"Hi, Matthew how are you?" Taker asked.

"My Take." Matthew replied, hugging him.

Taker laughed as he hugged him back and asked Annette, "How old is he?"

"Nine months."

"He talks really well for his age."

"Yeah, he's been ahead of the curve in pretty much everything. He was talking at five months, crawling at six months, and is walking on his own already." Annette said. Before their conversation could go any further, Annette's phone rang. "Excuse me for a second. Are you ok with Matthew?"

"Sure." Taker said with a smile.

Annette took a few steps away from them and answered her phone. Her face instantly paled and she looked like she might collapse. Vince, Triple H, and Taker noticed and Vince took a hold of her and helped her to a chair. Annette gave him a grateful look and turned her attention back to her call. "You're going to protect us? Yeah, right. Have you forgotten who we are dealing with? That piece of crap's father is the friggin sheriff! Anything you do to protect us, he'll find out about! Look, you have my number. Call when you need me to testify. Until then, I'm not telling you or anyone else where we are. I'm not giving them another chance to finish what they started with the car crash." Annette said before hanging up. She took a deep breath to steady herself and looked up at the three concerned men and her son, who had fallen asleep in Taker's arms. "We need to go." She said, reaching for Matthew.

"What's going on?" Vince asked.

"You're safer not knowing. I need to check out and get our things and get us as far away from here as possible as fast as I can." Annette said.

"Where are you going to go? Do you have a plan?" Taker asked.

"I don't know where we'll go, and my plan is to get in my car and drive as far away from here as I can."

"Ok, take a deep breath. Let's go upstairs and talk this through. You'll be better off with a definite plan for what you're going to do, ok?" Taker said.

"Ok." Annette said. They all went upstairs to her suite. After Taker helped Annette put Matthew down for his nap in the crib in the bedroom, they joined Vince and Triple H in the sitting room.

"Now, what's going on?" Taker asked.

Annette took a deep breath and said, "It's a long story, but I'll tell you, as long as you promise it goes no further than this room, with the exception of your wives because I'd never ask you to keep a secret from them."

"You have our word." Triple H said.

"Ok. I adopted Matthew when he was born. His birth mother was my best friend, KristiAnne. She was a great person, but knew she couldn't handle being a mom, so she asked me to adopt him. When he was six months old, we went before the judge to finalize the adoption. We had just left the courthouse when I noticed her ex-husband, Jason was following us. He's a violent, abusive asshole and she left him before she got pregnant with Matthew. He stalked her all during her pregnancy, despite her having a restraining order against him. His father is the county sheriff, not to mention they are one of the wealthiest, most connected families in the state. Anyway, I had just told KristiAnne he was following us and to get on the freeway. I figured it'd be easier to lose him that way. We turned onto the on ramp and he followed us. Just before we got to the end of the ramp, he rammed into the back of us and forced us into the concrete retaining wall. KristiAnne was killed instantly. I had a broken arm and a dislocated shoulder, as well as a mild concussion. Thankfully, Matthew wasn't hurt. I called 911 and reported the accident before getting us all out of the car, including KristiAnne. When the paramedics came, they took us to the hospital. After my arm was set and put in a cast, the state police took my statement. I told them everything, including who hit us. He was arrested for murder, attempted murder, child endangerment, assault with a deadly weapon, and a bunch of other charges. The judge set a $3 million dollar, cash only bail. The DA assured me that there was no way he'd get bail, and for three months, he didn't. That phone call was from the DA, letting me know he'd made bail and that his father had already accessed my credit card records to find out where I am since I'm not home. That's why we have to leave, as soon as possible, before they get here. They will kill both of us, me to keep me from testifying, and Matthew for the simple fact he's not Jason's kid."

"Ok, I agree, we need to get you out of here, but I don't like the idea of the two of you being on your own, looking over your shoulder every where you go." Vince said.

"I agree." Taker said. "How about this. I'll get a rental car in my name and you can take it to my place in Florida. I'll meet you there on Wednesday and take you to my ranch in Texas. We'll drive the whole way, so there won't be a record of where you are. I'm taking my usual vacation after the Smackdown tapings, so I'll have a few months to stay with you. You'll be safe at the ranch."

"I don't want to put you out. I mean, you're married. How will Michelle feel about us being there?"

"Michelle and I are divorced. I figured out that she only married me to further her career and put an end to the marriage."

"I'm sorry about your marriage, but what will she do if she were to find out about Matthew and me being at the ranch? Is it possible that she will reveal where we are?"

"No, because she won't find out. Part of our divorce agreement is that she never comes to any of my properties again. You'll be safe there, I promise."

"Ok. We'll do it. Thanks, Taker."

"Call me Mark. Now, I'll call the rental company and arrange to have a car delivered. In the mean time, check out of the hotel and you and Matthew can come to my room to wait until we can get you out of here."

"Any idea how we'll do that?" Annette asked.

"I'll have Mark's car taken around to the service entrance. We're using that to go in and out when we don't want the fans to follow us." Paul said.

"Ok." Annette said. She picked up the phone and called down to the desk to have them prepare her bill so she could check out and to have the bill brought to her. A few minutes later, a bellman arrived with her bill. Mark, Vince, and Paul hid in the bedroom so they couldn't be connected to Annette in case Jason or his father showed up and started asking questions. After signing the papers authorizing the hotel to charge her credit card for a one day stay in the room, Annette handed her key card over to the bellman and told him she would be leaving the room within the half hour. He left and she went to tell Mark, Vince, and Paul that the coast was clear.

Ten minutes later, Annette and Matthew were safely in Mark's room waiting for the car to arrive. When it did, Mark went to take care of the paperwork and get the keys. He came back up a few minutes later and after disguising Annette and Matthew, he led them down to the car and got them and their luggage loaded in. He gave her written directions and a map to his house in Florida, along with some cash for gas and food along the way. When she tried to argue with him about the money, he reminded her that she couldn't access her bank account or use her credit cards because it could be traced. She thanked him for his help again before she drove off, hoping and praying that the plan worked.