A/N: All right, if these seems kinda familiar to you, the reader, then it most likely is. You see this is Captive, Enigmatic Kaneanite's fic. Her first one posted on here, to be exact. It is the fic we became BFF's over, but sadly, she didn't want to finish it. So, me being the hard head that I am, refused to let it die, soooo I adopted it. Chapters 1 through 13 were written by her and all chapters after that will be written by me. I sincerely hoplz that you will enjoy!

Chapter 1: Beginning.

"I have new music?"

Mickie James sat in Triple H's office, confused.

"Yes. We have decided to put you into a romantic storyline, so you are getting new music. The Creative team thinks that to tie in with your partner, you are getting My Obssession, by Skillet."

Mickie smiled.

"I love that song! Who's it supposed to tie in with? Orton?"

Triple H smirked.

"Not exactly."

You're my only infatuation Don't leave me stranded In my obsession My purpose, my possession Live and die in my obsession My obsession

Mickie ran down the ramp and slid into the ring, where Matt Hardy waited by the turnbuckle.

"Hey Hardy. You ready to kick some butt?"

"Yeah Mick. But be careful. Lita can be sneaky. And whoever she picked is going to come after you."

"Let them. I can handle anyone."

Slow Chemical began to play, and both Mickie and Matt turned pale.

Kane and Lita walked out, identical evil grins on their faces.

"Oh."

"Shit."

Lita and Matt were outside the ring, and Mickie was crouched in the corner, shaking.

Kane gave a disturbing smile as he slowly walked over to her. Mickie screamed and shrank back as the tall man crouched to her level.

His eyes softened at the look of fear and terror in the Diva's eyes.

"Don't worry, Mickie. I'll explain everything. Just keep acting like you're scared, okay? I'm only going to "kidnap" you, then we can talk."

"Who says I'm acting scared?", Mickie said with a weak laugh.

Kane grinned and laughed. But he turned it into a demonic and evil laugh for the cameras.

Then he grabbed Mickie's wrist and they began to leave.

Matt opened his eyes. He had to keep Kane away from Mickie.

The Sensei of Mattitude crawled back into the ring as Kane pulled Mickie through the ropes.

"Mickie!"

Mickie turned, pretending to resist Kane and go back to Matt.

"Help me!"

"Let her go, Kane. This isn't right!"

Kane only laughed and continued up the ramp.

The pair walked to the boiler room, and Mickie sat cross-legged as Kane locked the door.

They didn't talk. Mickie didn't know where to start, and Kane just didn't want to talk.

"So," Mickie began. "You're my partner?"

"It would appear so, Miss James. Hunter thought it would be a shock to the audience."

The brown-haired Diva smiled up at him.

"Well it shocked me and Matt. What are they calling it?"

"Captive. Basically I kidnap you for my own evil use, the roster tries to get you back, then you betray me, breaking my heart and turning me into a vengeful monster," Kane finished with a roll of his eyes.

Why couldn't they give him a good storyline anymore? He liked being cheered by the fans. Not being booed and hated.

"That's not fair."

"It doesn't have to be. All that matters is that it gets views. And I'm used to it by now, I guess."

Mickie frowned.

"I'll be right back."

"Hunter, please. You can't make Kane the monster this time. Let him protect me or something, but don't make him evil."

Mickie stood in Triple H's office, trying to get the storyline changed.

"Why do you care so much, Mickie?"

"Because Kane is better than that. Glenn is better than that. He's not evil, and it's time the people got to see the gentler side of him."

"He's a monster, Mickie. He has no gentler side."

Mickie growled.

"Give Glenn a better story or I walk. And you know the only reason people watched tonight was because of Matt and I. If Glenn doesn't get a happy ending, I'm leaving the company. I'll go to TNA or OVW."

Triple H smirked. Mickie loved Kane. No other Diva would stand in here and argue to get a better ending for a storyline with Kane. Most Divas argued to get out of one.

"I'll make you a deal, Mickie. You get one title shot during the whole storyline. But if the audience hates the storyline, or you lose the match, story goes on as originally planned. No happy ending for either of you. Deal?"

"Deal. Thank you so much, Hunter."

Mickie walked back to the boiler room with a smile. Hunter had agreed to that rather quickly. But it didn't matter. Kane got his happy ending.

"Why are you smiling?"

She jumped as she noticed Mark standing by the door.

"Because I just did your brother a massive favor! And by the way, how can you tell if I'm smiling? Your eyes are closed."

"I'm magic, Mickie. And what did you do for Glenn?"

Mickie grinned.

"Let's just say that this storyline is much better for him than any other. He gets the girl without any betrayal or broken hearts."

'And I get to work with him.'

Mark opened one eye and looked at the brown-haired Diva.

"Really? That was, nice of you."

"Thanks. Is Kane in there?"

"Yeah."

Mickie waved goodbye, then walked into the room.

Two weeks later...

Mickie and Kane had grown closer in the two weeks since the beginning of their storyline. They had gone for coffee a few times, and Kane had told Mickie stories about growing up with Mark. Mickie had shared her own tales about life.

Slowly, Mickie found herself falling in love with Kane. His smile, charm, and protective nature made it so easy. But she could never tell him.

Slow Chemical began to play, and Kane walked down the ramp. Mickie followed meekly, keeping her head down and not making eye contact.

"Stay at the commentary table," Kane said to the girl as he took her to the side of the ring. "Mark Henry will do anything to get an advantage over his opponents. And that includes using your safety."

"Don't worry, Glenn. I'll be okay. I'm not going to move," Mickie said with a small smile.

Kane smirked as Mark Henry's music began to play.

"Showtime."

Mickie watched with admiration in her heart as the two men started to fight. Kane would win this.

Mickie kicked the desk as Kane took another hit.

She couldn't cheer him on, but she desperately wanted him to win this fight.

Mark continued to assault the Big Red Machine, then slid out of the ring and walked toward Mickie.

"Give me your chair. I'll make sure he never comes after you."

"No! Leave me alone!"

Mark glared at Mickie.

"I'm trying to save you!"

"I don't need saving! You're the one who's putting me in danger."

Angry, Mark grabbed Mickie's arm and threw her into the ring. Kane lay still on the mat behind them.

"You don't want to be saved?"

Mickie glared angrily at him.

"I don't need you to save me."

Henry smirked. This would be fun. He could take down both Kane and his brainwashed little girlfriend.