J.R. took me upstairs to Kane's room so I could change into some dry clothes. I was very confused; Vince McMahon wanted to ask ME some questions? Whatever, as long as they don't send me back I'm good to go.

"So, how long did you know Kane was your father?" J.R. asked me as we were in the elevator going up.

"Nancy, I mean my mom, told me that he was my dad when I was like fourteen. Before that she told me her husband at the time was my father. But, I never knew that he was a big superstar. I thought that he was some dead beat that couldn't find work or something. Like the others she had brought home."

"Do you have any other family? Sisters, brothers, aunts, that kind of stuff?" He asked.

I hoped no one would ask me that. It was still a touchy subject. I had two brothers. One ran away when he was 12, which was last year, and the other was dead. Nancy was wasted one morning, and instead of waking me to get him changed, she tried to do it. She left him to go answer the door and he rolled off the table and hit his head. She still blames me though. She thinks that I should have stopped her. I think we should have been taken away by the state.

"I have an aunt in rehab." I have a very messed up family.

"Do you go to school?" He was asking a lot of questions, and getting on my nerves.

"I have three semesters to go since Nancy signed me up for school a year late when I was young."

"Does your mom have money or a job?"

Money. I knew where these questions were coming from. They think I'm faking it. They think that Nancy wants money.

"She's a waitress at a strip club. She gets money, she gets men, and she gets drugs. I, on the other hand get nothing, because all the money I make goes to the bills."

"Sounds like you've got it bad," he said fixing the cowboy hat that he was wearing.

"I've got what I've got. Its not like I can chose."

We reached the 3rd floor. I ran in and changed into a pair of black jeans and 'Lita' T-shirt and ran back out. The elevator ride down was a lot quieter than the one up. When we got down to the first floor J.R. led me into a conference room where Mr. McMahon sat with Kevin Dunn. I only knew this because the stood up and shook my hand while they introduced themselves.

"Jessica, to us it seems a little odd that you just popped up out of thin air. We are just a little interested how you got here."

They looked at me as if they already knew the story and just wanted to hear me slip up. So I told them how I got here and how the snow canceled my ride home and how Nancy was out parting and couldn't come get me. They shook their heads and went through some papers.

"Our sources say that you are a junior in high school and that you have been held in jail three times?" Vince said with a tone in his voice.

I looked away.

"It was only mandatory by a judge once. The other times, no one came to pick me up after I was brought in."

"How did you find out that this Frank Robert wasn't your real father?" Kevin asked looking at a piece of paper.

I looked closer at the papers on the table. They were from all over, Ohio state police, my school, the doctors office that I go to, and others. They must have tract down every inch of information that they could on me.

"I was in the hospital for something, I forget, and I need more blood and they tested Frank and he was type AB and I'm type O. Nancy is type A, there is no way that he could be my father."

He put his hands on his head.

"Kane is type O positive, and there is no father signature on her birth certificate. I don't know what to do."

He looked at Vince.

"Well, I like to believe that the WWE is a family corporation, and that it always has been. I don't see any other thing to do but this."

He stood up and held out his hand to me. "Jessica, welcome to the WWE family."

I smiled and shook his hand of course. But in the back of my mind I was thinking 'what have I gotten my self into this time?'



AN: If you haven't guessed, I don't have any relations with the WWE. I don't own any of the people in the fic. You may own them, but I don't. Also, sorry if any one had a vision of J.R. in swim trunks. You should know he was supposed to be fully dressed at that point. HAPPY FICIN'!