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Mark watched as Bekka ordered one of everything on the menu. "I hope you don't think I'm paying for that." He snapped.

Bekka looked up at him. "Oh yea, I forgot about money..well I'll do you a favor, like say, saving your soul or something."

"Yea..I got a favor in mind, you might be a irritating bitch, but you look pretty hot." Mark said

smirking at her.

"You know you have hit rock bottom, when you try to hit up a angel for sexual favors. Although I can see the way you been looking

and smelling lately, you're probably having a hard time getting women." Bekka said laughing at him.

Mark sat in his chair wanting to slap her again.

When the food arrived Bekka tuned him out and sat there enjoying the taste of food again. She had enough food to feed a army.

Mark looked at her eating her food, she had a look of euphoria on her face.

He watched her take bites out of each dessert she had ordered.

"Hey Mark..who's this beautiful girl?"

Bekka looked up and smiled. "I'm Bekka, his girlfriend." She said staring at Dave Batista.

Dave just looked at Mark, this was unexpected, not that Mark even talked to him anymore, he was too busy drinking himself to death. Why would this sweet looking girl, get tied up with Mark, when he was nothing but a depressing drunk anymore.

"Nice to meet you Bekka." Dave said.

"You too, we're just having breakfast and then Mark, is going to work out." Bekka said.

Dave looked at Mark again, he hadn't seen him in the workout room in a at least six months. Come to think of it, he hadn't seen Mark eat anything, but liquids, such as beer and whiskey.

Maybe this girl would be good for him. Dave frowned. He seen a cut on her lip and bruise forming on the side of her mouth.

"What happened here?" he asked reaching out to touch the cut.

"Oh I'm clumsy, I tripped over Mark's boots he left in the middle of the room." Bekka said grinning.

Dave looked at Mark, he sensed a lie in here. He looked at at the man he once considered his friend. Had he resorted to hitting women now.

Dave knelt down by Bekka's chair. "Sweet thing, you be more careful, you're to pretty to be walking around all bruised up."

Bekka blushed. It was new experience for her to have a handsome man paying attention to her.

"I will." She said shoving more chocolate cake in her mouth.

"You keep eating like that you're going to weigh three hundred pounds." Mark snapped.

Mark was pretty irritated at the way she had told Dave she was his girlfriend, never in a million years. Plus the way Dave was looking at him, like he was somekind of abuser or something.

"I don't care." Bekka said grinning.

Dave smiled. Well she wasn't thin skinned, that was a must of she was going to be with Mark.

Dave stood up. "I'm sure I'll be seeing you around."

She waved as Dave left the table. "He seems very nice."

"Whatever." Mark growled angry he couldn't get a rise out of her.

"Before the end of the day, he'll have everyone in the company saying I beat you." Mark said looking at her face a tiny spark of guilt eating at him.

"I doubt he would spread rumors." Bekka said continuing to eat.

"I thought you were here to help me, not eat yourself to death." Mark snapped.

"I thought you didn't want my help." She said smiling at him.

Mark watched her eat. Why did this shit have to happen to him, he wondered how hard it would be to ditch a angel.

"Okay lets hit the gym." She said standing up.

"I don't feel like it." he said standing up and throwing some money on the table.

She grabbed his gym bag. "Come on." She said cheerfully.

Bekka sat on the floor in front of Mark where he was panting like a overheated dog. "Boy you're really out of shape huh?"

"Shut up." He managed to say without falling off the treadmill.

Bekka laughed. "I wouldn't risk wasting oxygen on talking right now."

Mark rolled his eyes and turned off the treadmill and went over to the weights. She watched him add weights.

Jeff was surprise to see Mark in the gym even more surprised to see the pretty young girl with him.

Jeff walked over to Mark. "Need a spotter?"

"No." he snapped.

Bekka looked at Mark and he let out a yelp and grabbed his ass.

"Be nice Mark." She said smiling sweetly.

Mark looked at Jeff who looked like he was wondering what was going on. "Muscle pull." Mark said.

Mark didnt know what she had done to him, but he vowed payback would be hell.

Mark lay back on the weight bench. "I guess you can spot for me if ya want too."

Jeff stood behind him while Mark started lifting the weights.

"I'm Jeff." Jeff said looking over at Bekka.

"I'm Bekka, Mark's girlfriend, nice to meet you." She said smiling at him.

Bekka grinned, Jeff Hardy was one of her favorite wrestlers.

This was news to Jeff. When did Mark hook up with a girlfriend.

Bekka got up and walked over to Jeff. "I like you're hair..its cool." She said referring to his multi-colored locks.

"Thanks..Hey maybe we can get together and go clubbing when we get to the next town." Jeff said.

"It sounds like fun, but I'm trying to keep Mark away from alcohol till he drys out a little."

Jeff couldn't help it he started laughing.

Mark slammed the weights down and up towering over Bekka.

"I am not a child and I will drink if I want to." He said trying to control his temper.

"You know..you are looking a lot better already, in a couple of weeks you'll be looking good, just like you used too." Bekka said.

Truth was he looked pretty darn good now with his short auburn hair and his mustache and goatee. His green eyes were beautiful. But she was trying to get him back in a good state of mind so she could actually talk to him.

Jeff grinned she didn't seem intimidated by Mark.

"My flight leaves in a hour, lets go." He snapped at Bekka.

"Bye Jeff..nice meeting you." She called back.

"You too." he said.

He was relieved that Mark had met someone, maybe she could turn him around.

Mark busied himself throwing his dirty clothes in his travel bag. He was having a hard time coming to terms with this whole angel business. But it seemed like he was stuck with her for the time being.

He looked up to see her watching him. "You better never zap me in the ass like that again." Mark said.

Bekka smiled at him sweetly. "Just reminding you of your manners..act right and I wont have too."

"You have lots of nice friends." Bekka said.

"I don't have friends, there just a bunch of leaches." Mark said lifting his bag.

Bekka leaned back against the wall "Boy you sure like wallowing in your own misery don't you?"

Listen Girl, you don't know a damn thing about me."

"oh but you're wrong I know everything about you and I know your a very blessed person, you have a great career and great friends who care about you, nice house, nice cars, nice bikes..anything you want you can have..a lot of people would give anything to have your life." Bekka said.

Mark said nothing and walked out the door. Bekka sighed and turned to follow him. He was not going to be easy, she could see that. She might as well plan on spending a lot of time with this man. He was going to make her work.

Mark flopped on the bed and turned on the TV. He looked on the other side of the bed where Bekka was groaning and holding her stomach as she had been for the last hour.

"Probably all that crap you ate." he said.

"I'm dying and I just got here." She moaned in misery.

"Didn't know angels could get sick." He said smirking at her.

"I'm in human form, so anything that could happen to you can happen to me." She said clutching at her stomach.

Mark had spent the last ten hours with her and she hadn't been to the bathroom yet. "Maybe you need to pee." He said.

Bekka smacked her head what a dummy. She got up and made a mad dash to the bathroom.

Mark couldn't help it. He started laughing and he couldn't stop. She came out a minute later glaring at him.

"Its not funny..I haven't been been human in a long time, I forgot about stuff like that." she said falling back on the bed.

Mark laughed so hard his sides hurt.

"So glad I could entertain you." She said

He finally stopped laughing and looked over at her. "I guess you're going to need clothes."

"Yea I hadn't thought about that either..This is what I woke up in." She said looking down at the jeans and t-shirt.

"I'll take you shopping tomorrow." He said getting up and starting to pace.

"I need a beer." he said.

"No you don't. You're not a alcoholic, you're just drinking to forget." She said.

Mark stomped around to where she was. "You need to mind your own business and stay out of my head."

"Poor Mark, you're the only one in the world who's' ever been hurt."

"I didn't say that, but I've been through hell, if drinking beer makes things easier why shouldn't I?" He asked,

"Because its just masking your pain, try dealing with it and getting over it. Then move on with your life. She's not worth it." Bekka said sitting up.

"No she's not, but my son was. I loved him dammit, he was my boy, my pride and joy, and now he's Matt's. I hate that bitch." Mark said walking away.

Bekka walked over and stood in front of him. "Mark listen to me and try to control your anger for a minute. You met Sarah and married her in a few weeks, you hardly knew her, any woman in there right mind would have accepted a marriage proposal from you. It was too much too soon. She met Matt they fell in love. Was they wrong, yes, she should have come to you and told you. But she didnt, you're destorying youself. You have to stop. Bekka said.

"So let me get this straight, this is my fault." Mark said his face turning red with anger.

"No Mark, its not your fault. We all have failings as humans, we all make wrong decisions. No one is perfect. Matt wanted her to tell you right away, but she was scared. That don't make it right, its just the way it is. Let me ask you something, did you ever cheat on your ex-wife?" Bekka asked looking up at him.

Mark turned away from her.

"Yea, I did." he said.

"Why, did you love her?"

Mark shook his head. "No I never loved her, it was just one of them things, she wanted to get married, I agreed. I wasn't ready too, but I did it was a big mistake." He said sitting down on the edge of the bed.

"Was you trying to hurt her?" Bekka asked sitting down beside Mark.

"No I cared about her, I was just thinking about my own needs at the time. I never wanted to hurt her." Mark said running his hands over his short hair.

"Sarah didn't mean to hurt you either. She just was thinking about her own needs and she got caught up. She's human Mark, she makes mistakes, She hurt her son too, you know. He spent a lot of nights crying for you, before he finally accepted Matt as his father." Bekka said.

"How do you know all this stuff?" he asked looking up at her.

"I can see whatever I want to see. It may give me a better perspective on things. Matt and Sarah are not bad people, Sarah is a little shallow, yea, she wants what she wants,they fell in love and you got hurt, is it fair, no. But life isn't always fair. Now you need to let go and move on. Its time." She said.

Mark didn't say anything. She hoped she was beginning to get through to him.

Bekka got up and laid her hand on Mark's shoulder for a moment. "You know, you're important to a lot of people Mark, not just your friends here. There are people that love you and look up to you , that you don't even know exist. Thats a power, most people don't have. You should appreciate it."

Bekka yawned and her eyes were heavy. Mark looked up at her.

"You should probably take a nap, before we head over to the arena." He said laying back on the bed.

Bekka went and curled up on the couch and was asleep in minutes. Being in this cumbersome human body was wearing her down. She was out like a light.

Mark watched her sleep. For the first time in months his head was clear and he could think.

He wondered how Bekka could see and know all the things she did. If she was an angel like she claimed to be, he guessed she could do anything she wanted.

Mark wished he could stop hating Sarah, could stop thinking about her and what she had done, but it wasn't that easy. He closed his eyes, he needed a rest.

Mark was exhausted from the workout this morning and his match tonight was with Mark Henry. He would need all his energy for that. It might be scripted, but his last match, he had made a fool of himself because he was drunk. That wasn't going to happen again.

Bekka walked with Mark through the side doors of the arena. She was a little starstruck, being a former wrestling fan.

"Come on keep up." Mark snapped.

Bekka suddenly stopped and stared. There was a group of women standing right outside the door. Bekka knew instantly what they were doing.

Mark followed her stare. "Come on little angel, those ain't your type of people, their whores, trying to pick up some wrestlers, we pay good." he said laughing.

The anger that washed over her was immediate. "Whores huh? I got news for you, their somebody's daughter, sister , mother, their not just whores. It's so nice for you that you can fit everybody under a nice neat label." She said and stormed off.

Mark just stood there with his mouth hanging open, what crawled up her ass.

He seen her go out the door and start talking to them. Great so now she was trying to save the world.

Bekka stood and talked to the group of girls twenty minutes or so. Most like her, had been caught in crappy circumstances beyond their control. One girl Amber was underage, she would bet her life on it.

Bekka pulled her aside. "Amber, you have a grandmother who loves you, go home to her."

"How do you know that?" Amber asked looking confused.

"I just do, get out of this before you end up dead or doing this for the rest of your life." Bekka said laying a hand on her arm.

Amber didn't know why but she knew she should do what this girl told her.

"I don't have any money to get home and I dont know where my grandmother is." Amber said.

Bekka grabbed her hand.

"Follow me." She said.

Bekka looked around for Mark, but he must have took off.

"Where are you taking me?" Amber asked.

"Away from that door, your not turning one more trick." Bekka said.

She wasn't going to see this child exploited anymore. Amber had told her she was seventeen, she knew better, this child was probably thirteen or fourteen at most.

She got lost in the back of the arena, but finally found the mens locker room, she knew Mark had his own changing room, but maybe he came here to shower or something.

"Amber I want you to stay right here while I look for my friend."

Amber nodded and leaned back on the wall outside the door.

She opened the door and it was a bit foggy from the showers running, she turned and found her self staring at a naked Randy Orton.

Bekka's eyes widened at the sight. Damn he was fine.

Randy grabbed a towel and threw it across his lean hips. "Who are you and what the hell are you doing in here?" He asked.

Bekka was speechless and just then John Cena walked in with a towel wrapped low on his hips and she became numb.

Bekka realized what she was doing and closed her eyes. "Sorry..I know I'm a angel and I'm not supposed to be having these thoughts." she whispered to herself.

She opened her eyes again and found herself staring into the warm brown eyes of Dave Batista.

"Little girl, you lost." he asked with some amusement.

"Uhh yea, I was looking for Mark, he took off and I couldn't find him." Bekka said.

Dave chuckled. "Okay, well I'm dressed. I will take you to his dressing room.

"Hey wait Dave..you have to introduce us to this sweet looking girl." John said walking over. He had slipped on shorts but he was still shirtless.

"Yea..who is this fine woman?" Randy said walking over running his piercing blue eyes up and down over Bekka.

"Bekka this is Randy Orton and John Cena. "Guys this is Bekka, Mark's girlfriend." Dave said.

Randy took her hand and kissed it gently. "You are to fine to be with that grump."

Bekka smiled and looked at John.

"Nice to meet you beautiful." John said giving her that trademark dimpled smile.

Bekka practically melted into a puddle.

"Nice to meet you guys." She said.

Dave took her arm and lead her out of the locker room. "Lets find Mark."

"Come on Amber." Bekka said.

Amber who looked dead tired had sat down on the floor to wait and now stood.

Dave pulled Bekka away from Amber for a minute. "What are you doing with her?" Dave asked.

"What do you mean?" Bekka asked really tired of the superior attitude these people had.

"She's a .." Dave started.

Bekka interrupted him. "If you call her a whore..I'm going to punch you..Look at her Dave, she's a little girl. I'm going to find her family and send her home where she belongs." Bekka said angrily.

Dave looked over at the girl, she had on too tight clothes that barely covered her and way to much makeup. But Bekka was right, she looked young.

"Okay your right, sorry, I didn't mean to make you mad."

Amber looked uncomfortable. She knew the man was looking at her like she was trash, she was used to it.

Bekka took Amber's hand. "Come on..I'm going to get some money and try to help you find out where your grandmother is.."

Dave lead her to Mark's dressing room. "Look I doubt Mark is going to give you money for her, if you need some help with her, come get me." He said pointing across the hall to his dressing room.

"Thanks Dave." She said smiling.

"No problem." Dave said and walked off.

"I really don't want to cause a problem." Amber said looking nervous.

"You're not." Bekka said opening the door.

Mark looked up and seen Bekka with some hooker standing there.

"Bekka what the hell are you up to?" He bellowed.

Mark decided he had enough of this whacked out angel and he was about to put a end to her meddling in his life.