I don't own Jeff, Matt, Amy or any other wrestlers. I tried but the store was all out.

I do own Sam, Marie and the children and later on David

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This is my first fan fic so be kind

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***** later that day

________ Next day… week… ect.

++ flashback.

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Chapter 1

"Jeff, me, Amy, Adam, Jay and the rest our group are going to a club. You coming?" Matt sat next to Jeff as he continued typing on his laptop.

"No"

"Jeff come on that's the tenth time you haven't gone with us, what's wrong. You always came out with us before. Hell, you were the life of the party. So, spill what's got you so bummed?"

"It's nothing, go have fun with the gang. I'll be fine…" Jeff looked up at Matt and said almost in a whisper "I always am… always."

"Ok Jeff, now you got me worried. Are you having those thoughts about a blade again? I'm not going anywhere what's wrong. You're telling me or I'll… or I'll beat it out of you. So Jeffery what is wrong."

Weakly Jeff put up protest but caved quickly. He needed to talk about it. "Matt, I'm not going to tell you anything… nothing is wrong… Fine I'll tell you. Well, it's simple. You have Amy, Adam has Kayla, Jason has Jake, and everyone I know has someone. Maybe not a boyfriend or girlfriend but someone, like a kid or something. I don't feel like I'm wanted. Matt, don't even start; I know I am, I just feel so alone, so… I've made up my mind and I've talked to Vince and I've made a appointment and it's settled…"

"Wow… ok Jeff you're not quitting are you? And what are you talking about an 'appointment?' I'm really confused and Jeff you are wanted and just because you can't find a descent girlfriend doesn't mean anything." Matt leaned over and put his arm on Jeff's shoulder and ruffed up his hair.

As Matt moved closer to Jeff, he closed his laptop and looked him in the eyes. What Matt saw was a look of sadness, not the eyes that danced with happiness but a look of utmost despair. "Matt I'm taking 2 months off from work. The appointment I was talking about is in Michigan and it's for…Ummm… I'm going to… talk to… this women about… having a kid."

"Wow tiger what are you talking about having a kid? Are you going to pay someone to give birth to your kid or something? Jeff come on you can't be serious. I won't let you." Matt jumped to his feet as he started rambling on and on about how morally wrong it is and how are you going to raise it. Jeff just looked at Matt and smile. 'Now that's something I haven't done in a while… smile.

"Matt no it's just that I'm going to… here sit look at this." Jeff opened up his computer as Matt sat to read the screen. Which read. 'Give a child a home. Adopt today."

"Jeff you're going to adopt a child? Why, you're to young. How old are you looking at? How are you going to look after it when you're on the road and for heavens sake WHY?"

"Matt I already told you I just don't feel wanted or needed and I've been looking at this for about 2 months and I got it planed. It's going to be hard but I'm going to do this. That will be the fun of it. I really feel like I can make a differences in some ones life and in return they will make a differences in mine." Jeff spoke straight from his heart. The same heart that needed to feel love, to feel needed.

"I'm looking at a boy maybe a girl about 9ish maybe 8 or 10. Somewhere along that line so I can still raise them and form them. You're not going to stop me and I already told Amy, she thinks it's a great idea. So give me some support." He stood and gathered his things and was about to walk down to the café in the lobby but stopped and added, "Matt I love you but you're a moron. I'm not too young I'm 26 and I'm willing so shut it go out have fun party just don't get drunk. I have to read the info on this little boy I'm looking at." Matt watched him walk down the hallway as Jeff yelled out one last thing before disappearing around a corner, "The appointment is next week, next Wednesday. I'm leaving in 4 days so on Monday I'll be leaving."

"He is never going to be able to do this..."

"Matt come on we're leaving and if your not here is 5 seconds we are leaving without you."

"Coming Amy, sorry I had to talk to Jeff…" Matt yelled as he ran down the hallway to catch up with Amy and the others.

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And on and on she when for a few moments "Ok, kids gather round if you want TV time. It's Sunday so you all know that it's time to pick your TV time. Only 6 and a half hours a week remember that."

"Miss Maitch, Miss Maitch."

"Now Samantha you have been here for almost 5 years and I always have to tell you call me Marie, now when do you want your TV time?"

"Sorry ma'am. Your right I have been here for 5 years and you always have to tell me to call you Marie and I always have to tell you to call me Sam not Samantha. Also, do I really have to tell you what time I want? I have only had the same time for the last 5 years. Same as always, Monday from 9 pm to 11:15 pm, Thursdays from 8 pm to 10:15 pm, and Saturday 10 pm to midnight. Like always Marie."

"Ok, ok, I know its just I hope you would change. And oddly enough no one ever wants that time anymore. You aren't doing anything to anyone are you?"

"Me? Why Marie I beg you pardon why would I do anything and what could I do to anyone. Everyone have the right to speak and I would not do anything to anyone I promise."

"Ok child go and play now while I finish."

Walking off with an evil smile and a slight laugh, 'Everyone thinks I'm so innocent. Ha, I only threaten to kick some ass if anyone wants my TV time. Ha me innocent.'

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"Children remember Monday's, Wednesday's, and Thursday's are when we have people come and visit so what does that mean? Well let me draw a name and ask them…" She reaches in a bowl and pulls out a Popsicle stick with a name written on it.

Across the room Sam sat in her little corner next to the wall and couch. There was only enough space for her and she was hidden from everyone else, well the kids at lest. You could see her if you were tall enough or were at the right angle. She loved that space. That was where she could hide from the world. Get away from life and just dream. She wasn't in an orphanage; she was at home with the perfect mother, father, and little brother. The smell of freshly baked cookies fills the air and the dissent sound of laughter being carried by the wind…

"Ok why don't we ask Samantha…Samantha come here."

"I'm coming, I'm coming. Now what was that ma'am that you wanted to ask me?" Being jerked back to reality, she stumbled over to the middle of the room with all the children gathered round.

"Now Samantha I was wonder if you know what it means when we have people coming over to visit like we do on Monday, Wednesday, and Thursday?"

"Is that it? Well that means that we have to clean up our sleeping area and be on our best behavior and make sure we are friendly and polite because maybe we could be adopted." An answer filled with fake happiness and full of sarcasm. Nothing but the normal answer.

"Thank you Samantha. Now kids you heard Samantha so go clean up you sleep areas and be on your best behavior. Tomorrow we have people coming over…" Sam quickly drowns out the consent noise that surrounded her.

'Oh boy another day of doing nothing. It's not like anyone is ever going to want me. A 14 year-old tomboy. Well unless they felt sorry for me. God everyone is always "Poor her. You mean he father abused her and he killed her 8 months old brother when she was 9? That would be enough for anyone but then he mother killed herself and then they found her covered in her mothers blood as she was trying to get her up. That poor poor thing. I feel so bad for her. And to think she had no other family that wanted her" Yea right… I just can't wait another four years and I'm out of hell hole. I'm tired of having to cover up who I am. Never being able to be normal, having to act around everyone so I am the 'perfect' child so maybe with some shred of hope I will be adopted. Yea right. It's so stupid here. My only way of getting out is writing poems and stories but its not like I can show anyone. I did that and they made me do these test and they put me in a stupid higher English class and Marie, she will go crazy just like before. "Oh Samantha, these are just great, I didn't think you had it in you to write something like this, and blah blah blah." I just want to write and watch wrestling my only other was of getting out besides dreaming. I can dream about anything and have it. Oh, great Marie is calling.'

"Yes Marie what did I do wrong this time. It wasn't me I swear."

"Oh Samantha don't be silly. Its Sunday night and you know I have bingo from 9 to 12 and I need you to baby-sit. Is that ok. You know the payment plans. Plan A is $20 an hour or Plan B $2 a kid per hour. What is it?"

"Ok I'll do it. Plan B Miss Maitch… I mean Marie. You're not going to outsmart me in math. 12 kids at $2 an hour means $24 an hour. $4 more then Plan A and with Plan B I will make $96 instead of $80. That's 16 more and if you have to stay after like last time until 2am like you said before the price goes to $4 a kid per hour so stay out as long as you want."

"Samantha you are a business wiz. So from the last 6 months alone how much do you have saved?"

"Well since we haven't gain or lost any kids and there being about 26 Sundays at 2 dollars a kid for 4 hours about there would be $2496 a think. That is without any other baby-sitting jobs you have had me do and without the double money after midnight and without the jobs around the house. All together within the last 6 months about $3500."

"Wow Sam you have that much money? Can I have some?" A little boy shyly asked as he stopped to pick up a toy that was laying next to Sam.

"Daren, sweetie I'm saving my money, sorry. Now go play." The fake innocents shines through yet again.

"Speaking of which Samantha what do you do with all that money? I want you to count that and tell me how much you have. We have to do something with that, and you can count it in my office you know where the key is."

"Ok Marie I will." With that she walked away and sat in her spot in the corner and put her hand under the couch and grabbed a bag from the under the lining of the love seat. 'Here is some of it. Throw that into my backpack. And over to the other couch.'

Sam sat next to the three seater couch and pulled out another bag and as quickly as she pulled it out she shoved it into her bag. 'Only two more bags to get.'

As quickly as she could she walked into her room where she found Katelyn make her bed. "Sam you answered her question so you should know you have to make your bed."

"Katelyn stuff it miss goodie two shoes. I will I have to stay up late tonight anyway. So just mind your 9 year old head to your own business. Leave me and my stuff alone." She throw her bag on the bed and lay on the floor before sliding under the bed to grab yet another bag.

"Sam you have to be nice to me. You don't want to get into trouble do you? What do you mean you get to stay up late tonight? You babysitting again? That is so not fair. You get to have 2 cans of pop and eat as much junk food too. Everyone has to be in bed by 10:30 some earlier but no you get to stay up late. What are you doing under there?"

"I told you leave me alone. Ha got it." She grabbed the bag and set it on the bed as she went to the closet and climbed up the walls to sat on the shelf. "Do you mind? Katelyn leave I have to get something. If you leave I dunno… I'll give you the open half hour of TV. You know since I'm watching you brats tonight I have control of the TV unless its already taken."

"Only if you tell me everything about babysitting too. I wanna know. Sam what's in this bag on your bed," She moved over to the bed and opens it before Sam could do anything. "Holy man Sam where did you get all that money. I'm telling there is no way you could have that much money. If you did Marie would hang onto it, like she does every one else's."

Sam jumped down and out of the closet with a shoebox and quickly shoved it into her backpack. Then she quickly moved her bag into the corner of her bed and placed a pillow over it.

"See Marie in that bag. She must have stolen it from the other kids. There is no way that's hers," Marie was dragged into the room and turned to face the bag.

"Samantha is this all the money. There has to be more then 3 thousand here. Where did you get it?"

"Chill ok. That is some of it and that's from working. And no it's not. Marie stop me if I'm wrong… isn't it a rule that you can't tattle unless you see them doing it?"

"True, you want the chair or since I'm going to be in her for a while, the corner or your room."

"The corner and isn't it for ten minutes?"

Marie just nodded her head, "Now lets count this money. Wait what do you mean there is more? Where is it and where do you keep it so I don't find it."

"Look," Sam threw away the pillow and opened her backpack and took out the other bags and dumped the money on the bed. Katelyn turned around and stared at the pile that looked as if it was as big as the bed and about to fall off, also, most of it was 100 dollar bills.

"Katelyn nose in the corner for 15 more starting now. If I see you looking or hear a peep you have your nose in the corner all day. Do you her me," She slowly nodded her head, "You do not tell any of the other kids that Sam has this. If you do your new best friend is the corner and Samantha gets to decide a punishment also. So keep it zipped."

"Marie, that's just the money I've gotten from you, not the money from when I got here."

"Samantha how did you get all the 100s"

"My school is 5 miles from home, the middle 4 miles. I walk home going east from either school so if I go a half mile north from either school then its about 2 blocks and I come to the bank. I take all my 10s, 5s, 50s, 1s, and some 20s in my backpack. See I cut a hole in the lining to put it in there so if you do random check you don't find it. I always go to the same person at the bank, Dani. She is really nice and pretty. I give he the money and she gives me the 100s she talks to me and I just tell her the truth, its baby-sitting money that I'm saving and I want big bills so I have a smaller pile. I go in with 6 maybe 7 hundred dollars a month she keeps telling me to put it in a savings account but I like it where it is…" Sam looked down and began thinking 'Keep up the sweet talk. She knows you didn't steal it.'

"Ok Sam lets start."

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"Katelyn your done now remember what we said zip it or pay the price with Sam."

"Ok I will now I'm going to finish cleaning my side of the room." She walked over to her bed and sat down watching them count, her eyes wide.

*****20 minutes later*****

"Damn that's a lot of money."

"Samantha Maria"

"OH… sorry but it is…sorry."

"How much, how much." Katelynn squealed jumping up and down.

"Katelyn keep your pig-tail-breaded-head out of this."

"So that's 5 years worth of money right?"

"No. I spent a lot of it you know."

"Ok Samantha, now tell me how you got this money again."

"Laundry, at $2 a load and 12 kids done every week about 13 loads--$26 a week, Cleaning all three bathrooms fully, $4 a bathroom--$12 a week, cooking dinner 2 times a week at $5 a meal--$10 a week, and then vacuuming is $1 a room and there is 15 rooms--$15 a week. So together about $ 63 dollars a week in chores. You pay me when it's done so you pay at different times. Then baby-sitting is the most about $96 for 4 hours more if it's after midnight."

"Yea I know baby-sitting is a killer but you're a dollar less then the girl down the road and I've had you for 3 years so you're the best baby-sitter."

Sam sat on the bed with her legs under her and Marie to her left. She sat there and ponders what she would do with that money. 'What do I ever intend on spending this money on. I have no idea. I just think I'm saving it for a emergency that will never happen and I guess I could always just-'

"Sam, you have $30,159 here."

"Wow, ok cool," Sam said as she started separating the money and putting it back into her bags. 'I have another 30 grand in the locked box in the closet. How I will never forget that note. Which I still have even with the blood on it… It's in the box with my other keepsakes from home that I do not care to remember often. To be true to myself I haven't open that box in 3 and a half years. Nothing but the money, the note, some pictures, and plenty of bad memory's. In addition, the court information from when the sperm donor of a man to be called my father was sent to jail for abuse and manslaughter. I hated being in that chair…I felt so small and insignificant.

"No you don't your putting 29 thousand dollars away tomorrow. End of story. I have to make dinner since it is 7 o'clock."

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Jeff sat in the car as Matt drove down the long-lasting highway. The trees swaying in the gently breeze. 'We should be nearing home, and again I get home, unpack, pack and leave the next day, always the endless cycle. Maybe Matt was right. How am I going to do this? God, Jeff stop being so negative. I'm going to be fine.'

Matt looked over to see Jeff staring lifelessly out the window, 'Maybe I should support him. Heaven knows he needs to believe in something more then anything now. His heart just isn't in anything anymore. All he does is workout, wrestle, sleep, eat, and stare contently at that computer screen. His eyes are full of sorrow now, they don't dance with happiness like they used too. I miss my little brother…

Jeff is right, he isn't young anymore, and I should be there for him. He will have someone now. It sure as hell won't be easy but he has to know that… or I hope he does… He has always overcome anything put in front of him.' He then focused his attention on the road in front of him as Jeff continued to start at the quickly passing scenery next to him.

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They pulled into the driveway of Matt's house as night was approaching. Jeff was about to open the door as Matt grabbed his arm. Jeff was startled as he followed the arm up to Matt's face, with appeared with a slight smile, "Jeff you do know I'm proud of you? Now get your ass moving it's 8:30 and you have a plane to caught at 10 tomorrow morning." And with that Matt stepped out of the car, jiggling with his keys as he walked unto his porch not looking back.

Jeff sat in the car for another minute as a tear slide down his check. "Thank you Matt, that's what I needed to hear. I will do this." He slipped out of his Matt's car and into his Corvette for the short ten mile journey to him humble house.