Disclaimer: I do not own the characters or real people in this story. The characters belong to WWE and the people own themselves.

A/N: I probably should've posted this a long time ago, sorry, but this is the sequel to Beginning in an Ending. You probably don't have to read that one to get this one as it has totally different plot lines. This story alternates between the main characters: Shane, Trish, and Chris/Stephanie, so it's not primarily a Chris/Steph story at all. It takes place very shortly where the first one left off.

I hope you enjoy it and let me know if I should post more of it by leaving a review! Be brutal if you want, just review. :)

"Hey, come back here!"

Shane looked up from his desk and into the hallway. He saw Stephanie chasing Finnegan down the hallway. Shane looked at the clock and realized that she must've just picked up the little boy from preschool, and he had taken his energy home with him. Of course, since Finnegan spent every other day at Titan Towers, it had to get a little bit boring for him. He knew the place like the back of his hand though and Finnegan ran to his door.

"Hi Uncle Shane!" Finnegan said brightly.

"Hey Finn," Shane said as Stephanie came behind her son and leaned in the doorway. "What's up?"

"I made something for you, Uncle Shane," Finnegan told him, holding something behind his back. "I wanted to give it to you, is that okay?"

"Of course it's okay," Shane said enthusiastically. "I would love to get something from you, you always know that."

"He didn't have to run all the way here," Stephanie said. "He got in the elevator without me!"

"I've been trying to escape your mommy for years, I don't blame you, Finn," Shane winked as his nephew came forward. "So am I going to like what you got me?"

"Uh huh," Finnegan nodded eagerly. He pulled the item from behind his back and thrust it in Shane's face, grinning wildly. "Here you go, Uncle Shane. I made it blue because I like blue, it's my favoritest color."

Shane took the gift from his nephew and saw that it was a picture frame made out of popsicle sticks. The sticks had been painted blue and then arranged to make a picture frame, with a little thing in the back to hold it up on a desk. In the frame was a picture of Finnegan, a wide grin on his face as he stood there looking like a cute, little kid.

"Wow, thanks Finn, are you sure that you don't want to give this to your mommy or daddy though?" Shane asked.

"No," Finnegan told him, shaking his head. "I told Miss Trayger that I wanted to make mine for you, and she said that was okay, that I could do that. Because Mommy and Daddy have pictures of me already."

"Well, I have pictures of you too," Shane told him, turning some of the pictures on his desk for Finnegan to see. "See, there you are, and there you are again."

"But Uncle Shane," he whined. "I made it, so it's better. And Mommy said that I should say that this is a better picture because I'm very cute, right Mommy, that's what you said, right?"

"You are very cute," Stephanie told him with a smile. "He wanted to make it for you, Shane. He's been talking about it the whole car ride here, about how you were going to like it and everything. He wants you to have it, and he's right, Chris and I have plenty of pictures of him."

"If you're sure, he's your--"

"Take it," Stephanie insisted.

"Well okay, thank you Finn, this is the best gift I've ever gotten," he said, leaning down so that he could hug his nephew. "I'll put it right here on my desk so that I can see you whenever I want to."

Shane put the picture frame on his desk and Finnegan came over and stood next to him as he looked at it, then at the paperwork that he was doing. "Whatcha doin, Uncle Shane?"

"Boring, grown-up stuff."

"From Grandpa?" he asked, knowing that his grandpa made his mommy do lots of boring, grown-up stuff and that's why he had to sit and watch television or color when she was trying to work.

"Yeah, from Grandpa," Shane said.

"Oh, looks easy," Finnegan said, though he had no idea what he was looking at. "Mommy and I practice reading every night."

"Wow, you're so smart for that," Shane told him kindly.

"Come on Finny, Uncle Shane has work to do and so does Mommy, you can help me with my work, I need someone to tell me what colors to use for my files," Stephanie said.

"But I want to stay with Uncle Shane," Finnegan pouted as he leaned his chin on Shane's desk. "I don't want to go with you, I want to stay with Uncle Shane and help him."

"I don't think Uncle Shane needs help," Stephanie told him. "So come on, we'll leave Uncle Shane alone and you can help me."

"He can stay if he wants to, Steph, I have no problem with that," Shane interjected. Being around Finnegan made him feel young, like he was just a kid again. In this fast-paced adult world, sometimes it was nice to just slow down. Finnegan was certainly enough to get his mind off work for at least a little bit.

"But you have work to do," she said. "You should do that, you don't need a four year old--"

"I'm almost five, Mommy!" Finnegan protested.

"In a couple months, Finny, so you're not five yet," Stephanie said good-naturedly. "You can stay with Uncle Shane for an hour, okay, then you have to come back okay, is that a deal?"

"It's a deal," he nodded as he looked to his uncle. Stephanie came over and kissed him on the head before leaving the room and heading upstairs to her own office. Finnegan stared at his uncle, wondering what they were going to do.

"So…" Shane said.

"Mommy writes the stories for the wrestlers," Finnegan said definitively. "Is that what you do, Uncle Shane?"

"No, I work with the media, like the commercials and the website. You've seen the website, your picture has been on it with your mommy and your daddy," Shane informed him.

Finnegan nodded. "Even though Mommy said to Grandpa that she doesn't want to see my picture because I'm not a wrestler…I'm just a little kid."

"You are a little kid, but just about the coolest kid that ever lived," Shane said, and he wasn't being far off from the truth. Finnegan was an awesome little kid. It also helped that he was Shane's nephew and that Shane had been there for his entire life, and had seen him as the baby who had a touch of colic, but nothing that Stephanie couldn't handle since she was Wonder Woman and everything.

"I'm cool!" Finnegan said excitedly, glad that his uncle thought so highly of him. "Can I help you, Uncle Shane? I help Mommy sometimes when she lets me."

"Well…I don't know, you can tell me what you think of some things if you want. We could always use a good critic," Shane told him nicely.

"Okay! I can help with that," he said.

Shane picked up the little boy and sat him on his knee as he turned on the television hanging on the wall next to his desk, turning the chair to watch. He played some of the upcoming commercials for the next Pay-Per-View, and watched Finnegan as he watched the commercials, trying to gauge his reaction. He looked fascinated by what he was watching and when the tape finished, he looked up, grinning at his uncle.

"I liked it, Uncle Shane," Finnegan said.

"Well that's great," he told him good-naturedly. "I'm sure that everyone else is going to love it too. I would show you another one, but it has Undertaker in it."

Finnegan's eyes got wide and he shook his head vigorously, "No, I don't want to see Undertaker, he's scary."

"Okay, we'll stick to other stuff."

Shane ended up showing Finnegan stuff on the internet and going through the site. Finnegan made Shane go to Chris's profile and Finnegan gave Shane a nice profile of Chris through all of the pictures as Shane just laughed and got excited whenever he got to explain a move to his Uncle Shane. The little boy was shaping up to be quite knowledgeable in the ways of wrestling, which probably made Stephanie ecstatic since she wanted to pass down the company to Finnegan eventually.

"Hey guys."

Shane looked up and saw Chris standing in the doorway. "Oh hey man, what's up?"

"Just came to pick up Finn, you ready to go kiddo?" Chris asked, walking into the room and over to the desk, "What are you looking at?"

"I was telling Uncle Shane about the Lionsault, Daddy, and how you said that the secret is to make sure you lean back on the ropes, right Daddy, because I'm going to do the Lionsault too," Finnegan said matter-of-factly.

"Yup, that's the secret," he said.

"I've got to go, Uncle Shane, but I'll talk to you later," Finnegan said as he hopped off his uncle's lap and over to his Daddy. "Daddy, can we have hot dogs for dinner?"

"If you want, I guess it would be okay, we'll stop by the store," Chris said, leaning down and letting Finnegan climb onto his back. "Thanks for watching him, man."

"Never a problem, bye Finn."

"Bye Uncle Shane," Finnegan waved as Chris piggy-backed him out of the room, and Shane could hear him chattering to Chris the entire way to the elevator. He went back to his work and it was suddenly much quieter and he realized that when Finnegan was around, doing work seemed more fun somehow, but now it was back to the grind.

His schedule didn't leave much time for goofing off, so when Finnegan was here, it at least gave him some time to be a little kid again, to not really worry about things. It made him thankful that his sister had gotten herself pregnant when she did. Finnegan was in that stage where he was starting to be able to have a full conversation and comprehend what was being said. It was a cool age, everything was still new and exciting, and with Finnegan actually starting to read too, it was just a really special time and he was glad that he got to share in that, however briefly.

He always thought that kids would be a nice idea, but he wasn't getting any younger. He was thirty-seven now, no wife, no girlfriend, no kids. It was just him looking out for number one. He would still like kids though, someone like Finnegan, who was really the only kid he ever saw, so he couldn't really make any kind of real comparison, but he knew that Finnegan was a good, sweet kid, and if he could find the right woman, someday, then maybe he could have that too. It wasn't like he was craving it or anything, but he wasn't getting any younger and he didn't want to waste time dilly-dallying around.

The hours passed as Shane tried to finish all his work. One good thing about being alone was that he didn't have anyone waiting up for him. So he could work until all hours and when he got home, nobody would be sitting up wondering where he was. What Shane didn't realize was that seemed like a very lonely existence rather than a happy thing to notice about one's life. However, Shane had been so career-focused that many things in his life had passed over his head.

The day was turning into night and he could hear most of the other employees leaving, going to the elevators, chatting away about what their plans were for the evening. The night sky flooded into his office, turning it dark so he turned on the lights as he continued to toil away at his craft. He didn't realize how late it was as his eyes flitted over numbers and layouts and budgets and what not. It was all starting to swim a little when there was a knock on his doorframe.

"Shane, what are you still doing here?" Stephanie asked.

"What are you still doing here?" Shane asked. He thought she would've left earlier with Chris and Finnegan.

"Oh, I was working late, had a conference call with some of the other writers," she told him.

"What about Chris and Finn?"

"What about them?" Stephanie asked. "I told them I was working late and they're at home. It's not a big deal."

"But you have a family now."

"Yeah, I've had a family for the past five years, what makes today any more special than any other day?" Stephanie said. "I'm completely capable of juggling my work and my family, I've gotten pretty used to it."

"I know," he said. He glanced at the clock and saw that it was almost nine o'clock. "Wow, I didn't even realize that I had been here that long. I thought it was earlier."

"Yeah, it's late, have you eaten?" she asked.

"No, I haven't, why?"

"Why don't we go pick up something to eat, my treat," she told him. "Come on Shaners, you have to eat something…"

"Don't you think you should get back to your family?"

"Finny's already in bed," she explained, "and so it's no fun, Chris won't mind, why would he care? He's had long nights too, so come on, Shane, just because I have a family doesn't mean you aren't my family anymore. I have to make sure my big brother is alright."

"Nah, you go ahead, I'm good here."

"You sure?"

"I'm positive, go, go," Shane told her. She shrugged and walked down the hallway towards the elevator. For a brief moment, he was jealous that his sister had someone...a couple of someones to go home to actually. She had that whole package and though it took her a while to get the marriage, she had had the family for years now. How could he not be jealous of that, not for long, just for a second…

Just for one second…