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Author's Note: I'm sorry I haven't updated in a while, absolutely no ideas when it came to writing at all. Don't know if this now means I'm back in writing, or not, but I'm trying more. I got a few new story ideas, and I'm looking to finish up stories I haven't posted an update to in a while. Anyway, this is a sad chapter, lol. Enjoy!

It seemed insane to see her brother sitting alone instead of with his friends in catering. AJ, Kaz, and Bobby always sat together, but apparently whatever Bobby said to him put him over the edge and now he wasn't talking to anyone. Delilah watched sadly, knowing it was all her fault. Most were exhausted after the long morning they had, and eating in catering was nearly a silent one for the usually almost obnoxious boys.

"I'm sorry I'm causing problems for you guys," she said while she picked at her salad.

"You didn't make the problems," Kaz said with his always warm smile. "Your brother did."

"Yeah, but I made them worse."

"He can sit by himself for the next week for all I care," Bobby grumbled.

"What happened up there?"

Bobby rolled his eyes and glanced at the pouting Tennessee Cowboy in the corner. "He's a stubborn fuck, that's for sure… and he didn't like what I had to say."

All waited patiently for an explanation.

Bobby continued with a smile. "He showed up at my door bleeding all over the place, grumbling about a crazy bitch smacking him on the head. I told him Delilah was looking for him, and he went off." Looking carefully at the young girl next to him, Bobby sighed. "Well, he said some pretty nasty things, Delilah."

"I'm not a child," she reminded him. "Please, tell me."

"I would rather not."

"Bobby!"

"Fine… he called you a few names… names I will not repeat. He said you were always up in his life and that he wasn't a child. He said he had more security in the sluts he was banging at night then in you, and just more fucked up shit. I told him that you loved him more than his deluded ass he could imagine, and he just pushed me away. Asshole."

AJ had already noted the crushed look on Delilah's face and was stepping into protective friend mode. "DJ, you are not a bad sister. Don't even start thinking what you were. He's just in a bad place, and he's looking to blame anyone for what he's doing… it's notyou."

"I just… I need to be alone for a while," Delilah managed to whisper, standing up and running from the room before anyone could stop her.

Bobby cursed. "Fuck!"

"I'm gonna rip his lungs out," Kaz noted happily. "When I say no one fucks with that girl, I meant it. He doesn't even know what's coming to him!"

"Don't."

"Why not?"

"It won't make anything better," AJ insisted. "We really just need to make sure DJ is okay at this point and worry about Storm later."

While Kaz looked disappointed, reality set in, and he nodded eagerly. All stood and looked at the curious James in the corner, managed a dirty sneer, and stalked away before self control was overpowered by anger.

It was Bobby who found Delilah first, sitting alone in one of the empty locker rooms. She held a strong face when he walked in, but he could see her eyes were red and she was pitifully trying to stop her chest from heaving up and down. Delilah was a determined person but when she was hurt, she tended to fall apart and didn't care.

"Hey," he whispered.

"Hi."

"I know you're not okay, but would you please listen to me for a few minutes?"

A barely lifted shoulder told him to continue. He placed his words carefully, making sure he didn't hurt the already fragile mind of hers. He knew Delilah as overly lovable and someone who dived into things with her heart, sometimes forgetting not everyone was looking out for her and it could backfire.

"You know it isn't your fault, right?"

Her eyes said otherwise.

"Delilah…"

"Save your long rant, Bobby. You can say that, but I'm the one who messed it up. James is angry with me."

"I can listen," he offered.

Delilah smiled weakly at him. "You're a wonderful person, Bobby."

"I've heard so." His offer at a smile of his own made her giggle. "Ah, a smile!"

It faded. "I don't want to talk about my brother."

"So, we don't have to. What have you been up to?"

"Work… I lead an interesting life."

"Any plans?"

"No."

"Any boyfriend?"

"No."

"Wow, you really are boring," he joked.

Delilah shoved him. "I take what I said back, jerk."

As he went to reply, someone walked into the locker room they were in, and stopped short. "Whoa, sorry, man! I didn't realize you were in here." Delilah looked at Alex Shelley, who was backing up, almost stumbling out of the locker room.

"It's fine," Bobby said, standing up. "I was just talking to James's little sister. You remember Delilah, right?"

Alex eased in. "Yeah, we met yesterday. I knew you looked familiar!"

"Hi," she said in a small voice.

"I was just looking for Sabin," Alex said, looking around. "Obviously not looking in the right place."

"I thought I saw him in catering a while ago. Maybe check around there, Shelley."

Alex nodded. "Thanks, Bobby. Uh, nice meeting you, Delilah." His smile crept up and he winked. "Maybe I'll see you around." Alex gave one last smile when she blushed, and then darted away from the room.

"I'd say your life just got interesting," Bobby laughed.

Delilah frowned as his figure retreated. Alex was someone she didn't know well but had heard many things about over the years. He was flirty and sometime immature around people and had an image of being a person not to trust. Still, she was a little intrigued. "You think?" she laughed.

Bobby only muttered, his expression showing worry. "Just don't worry about your brother. I know it's hard, but he'll realize he's messed up soon enough. Until then, I say we fuck with him."

"Bobby Roode, don't you dare. I see your eyes, and I will personally hunt you down if you start playing games with him. As if we don't have enough problems right now as it is. You have another taping today. Please, just work through it as best you can, and I'll find someone to busy myself with. After, we can all go to dinner and I'll head home."

Bobby sighed, obviously defeated. "If you say so. I'd rather show him how to treat a woman, but I'll listen to you. I think I have a match though, so if you're okay, I should probably get my gear on."

Delilah offered a smile. "I'm fine… you go ahead. I'll find Val and entertain myself."

Entertaining herself was easier said than done, Delilah soon realized. As Val was busy with taping problems, she found herself alone and wandering the halls again, looking for some familiar face that would allow her some fun. Instead, she didn't find anything but an empty catering room with scraps of food left over, and a new pot of coffee. Her secret indulgence, she poured herself a cup with a lot of half and half, and settled into the seat farthest from the door.

She remembered a time when she would visit TNA and all she would do is laugh and have fun for those few days, memories that she could never forget. Countless weekends and trips for live shows with friends, as well as cook outs and parties, including one party for AJ's son's first birthday that ended with cake all over her face because AJ was more of a child than his son. Still, she remembered the day fondly. James had actually been sober most of the day and spent a lot of time with AJ's wife's nieces, their constant giggles and squeals proof that he would someday make a good parent. It was days like that she missed, and the constant closeness she once felt with her brother.

And there were days when she would return home, her entire day ruined from something almost ridiculous and he would sit her down. He'd calm her down within minutes, offer her a beer which he knew she wouldn't take, but would instead smile. It was little things like that which had made their relationship so special and reason why she loved him.

It was pretty remarkable at such an age difference they were so close but Delilah thought it was probably the love of wrestling that kept them together and constant contact. Was it contact that made it all fall apart? Delilah tried staying in his life, but it seemed more and more, he pushed her away.

Frustrated and exhausted, it had ended in one large fight, to which he told her to 'mind her own business for once' with the click of the phone. Last time she'd heard from him was that day, despite her constant attempts of contact. It was a little annoying, but she continued her attempts for the relationship she wished was still there.

And here, it felt like it was happening to her once again. It seemed as if nothing could help her brother, and even though it seemed selfish, Delilah had thought she'd be the one to finally calm him down and make him realize his mistakes. It seemed as if she'd the opposite.

"I thought I heard you were around."

"Uncle Jeff." Delilah's eyes lit up. She had yet to see him and it made her feel a little better.

A warm pair of blue eyes smiled down at her. "Mind if I sit?"

"Not at all."

He sat slowly, taking in the small girl he'd known for many years. "I hear you're here trying to take down that brother of yours."

"Well, tried and failed."

Jeff chuckled. "It's funny just how different you two are."

"Compliment, thank you."

"Don't be so hard on yourself, kid. You're trying your best. Most would've probably given up years ago. I know it's hard, and I know your brother pretty well, but he's got a great sister. I just wanted you to know we appreciate it, and to let you know, well, hang in there. If he doesn't come around, he won't. It's not up to you to fix his life, and if he doesn't realize how lucky he has it, it'll be his fault. Not yours, so don't worry."

Delilah smiled. "Just… thank you, Uncle Jeff."

"You're welcome, kid. Don't be a stranger. We like you better than him anyway. Sure you don't wanna be a Knockout?"

She laughed. "I'm sure. Unless you want your segments to go down the drain faster than ice in hot water."

"Oh, you would never." He smiled warmly. "Again, please don't be a stranger, and if you need anyone, you know where to find us." He stood and his smile was apologetic. "Sadly, I've really gotta run past part of the show with a techie, but I wanted to stop and let you know we love you, kid."

Delilah stood and breathed in the warm natural smell that Jeff Jarrett carried. "Really thank you."

Jeff nodded and was off before she could say anything else. It was very little, but it made her feel a lot better about the entire day with TNA.

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