Chapter 3, enjoy everyone!

Death Comes Knocking

She was death warmed over. Brenna's feet hurt, her back was in a knot from sitting on the plane from Sedona, Arizona all the way back to Seattle, Washington. Even on the drive back to Aberdeen was hard on Brenna. She still hadn't been feeling well for the most part. Not only that but she saw that her dad wasn't doing so well either.

Brenna opened the front door, lugging her suitcase in behind her. "No Mom, Jon and I aren't getting back together." She held the door open for both of her parents.

"Why not?" Her mother asked as she struggled to get her suitcase in the front door. "He makes you so happy."

"Mom, Jon and I will only ever be friends anymore." She replied as she watched her father enter the house. "Dad, are you okay?" Brenna asked touching his arm.

Short breaths escape his mouth. Sweat started forming on his brown and upper lip. Mr. Danielson stopped just inside the front door and put his hand over his chest.

"I'm fine." He wheezed out.

"No, you're not fine." His wife dropped her things near the couch and came back to him. "Brenna, go start the car. We're taking him to the ER."

"I'm fine," which was followed by a fit of coughing.

Once the coughing subsided, Brenna put her hand on his shoulder. "No, you're not fine, Dad." She took the keys from his hand and headed out the front door.

If only their first night back in Aberdeen would have ended peacefully.

If only Mark Danielson hadn't died that night, maybe then everything would have been normal.

The noise of the live Raw show was nearly deafening. Bryan had been in the hall when Jon stepped out of the men's locker room. To see Jon Good flustered was hard to process, Jon was never flustered. He looked pale as he held the phone out to him.

"It's Brenna."

"Brenna?" Bryan took the phone from Jon. "Brenna, what's wrong?" Bryan asked holding the phone to his ear.

There was a sob on the other end of the line. "It's Dad, Bryan. He's had another heart attack."

"What?"

Before he could continue with the slew of questions flowing through his head, Brenna continued. "He's dead, Bryan. He died. He's dead." There was a thump sound, which he was sure was Brenna's back connecting with the wall. "He's gone."

Bryan looked up at Jon, who was looking back at him. Neither man could say what the other was thinking but they both were thinking about how close the Danielson father to his daughter.

"Dad isn't a match, is he?" Bryan asked, and Jon visibly became upset.

Rolling his eyes and throwing up his hands in the air, Jon continued shaking his head as he ran his hands over his face.

"How can you ask that? He died two minutes ago." Brenna's voice started to raise.

"I"m just thinking about you, Brenna."

"Well don't for once." She snapped and then started crying again. "Just get home when you can."

"I will, I just can't leave." Bryan said, his voice raw with emotion. "Not yet."

She made a sound in return. "Yeah, I know. I know you have work to do and Dad would never want to take you away from it. Just get home as soon as you can. Love you, Bryan."

"Love you, too, Sis." They hung up and Bryan looked to Jon.

"She told you, didn't she?"

"You weren't around or picking up your phone so she called me." He shrugged, pressing a thumb to the side of his eye. "And, Dipshit, your dad wasn't a match for a kidney transplant." "She didn't tell me that." "They couldn't get a hold of you for a long time when she was put on the list. Your parents couldn't reach you and she needed someone to talk to."

Raking his fingers through his hair and then down his beard, Bryan stomped a foot and sighed. "I've got to look for Triple H. He needs to know that I have a family emergency." Handing Jon his phone back, Bryan still didn't know what to do even if he knew he had to say something.

Brenna was in her home again, in her room. It was dark, to match her mood as she sat cross legged in the middle of her bed. The soft sound of her mother talking on the phone. She was trying to get the funeral arrangements under way. A wedding and a funeral, it was almost too much for Brenna to deal with.

Her cell phone in front of her started going off. Looking down, because it was Skillet's Monster song that was playing, she knew exactly who it was.

"Hi, Jon." She answered the phone.

"Hi." There was shuffling going on in the background. "How's things for you, Bren?"

"How do you think they are doing?" She asked, snapping at her friend. "I'm sorry, I'm just so… it's so hard right now, you know."

Jon nodded, but spoke up anyway. "I guess I don't really know what it is like to loose someone. I never really had anyone to worry about back in Ohio. Mom and I were never really on good terms."

There was some thumping sounds going on in the background that Brenna could hear. "Did you just get back to the hotel?"

"Yeah, Colby drew the short straw and got stuck with me."

"I feel sorry for him."

"Well Joe finally got his fiance to come on the road with his daughter so they have the other room."

"That's cute." She smiled at the thought. "How long are they staying for?"

"Not long. I think a night and then they are heading back to Pensacola."

She paused, running her hand over the large blanket that her grandmother, her Dad's mother, had made before she died. Too many memories flooded her brain as she sat on her bed. Brenna didn't know what to say, she was choking up all over again.

"I don't think I want to go on the road." She confessed.

"Brenna, Babe, I thought you did."

"I am supposed to leave in a week, but Dad's funeral is in a few days and I don't think I want to go anymore."

"Brenna," he half whined as he sat down on the bed in the hotel room. "Your dad wouldn't want you to stop, you know that right. I miss you, Bren, I really want you on the road."

"Well, I'm sorry, Jonathan, I am not in the mood to be traveling around with Dad dying so suddenly." Her voice started to raise again as she stood up from the bed.

Her room was on the small side, it only took six steps to reach one wall and then another six to the other side again. Just seeing the pictures of her and her father together was enough to cause her to start crying again.

"Come on, Babe, you need to stop."

"Stop what, stop being human? I'm not like you, Jon. I'm not an emotionless asshole."

"Brenna!" The man known as Dean Ambrose practically yelled. "What the fuck, Rollins!" He yelled as the phone started sounding strange.

"Hello, is this Brenna Danielson?" A new voice asked coming over the line.

She sniffed. "Yeah. Colby right?" Then she wiped a stray tear that fell down her cheek away.

"Yep, that's me." He laughed as he danced out of Jon's grasp. "I know Dean can be an asshole, trust me I have to work with him every day. But look, he still has the hots for you."

"Shit head!" Jon yelled in the background.

"And I really would like to meet you myself." She couldn't help but to laugh at the sounds of ruffling cloths and muffled curses. "So tell me about yourself, sugar."

"Did you just call me sugar?" She asked.

"Well yeah. Ow, shit that boot hurts." Colby jogged to the other side of the room and locked himself in the bathroom. "There, now I have you all to myself. Don't get Jon wrong, he's looking out for you. I heard about your Dad dying. I lost a cousin, who was like a brother to me. We practically grew up together back in Davenport." There was a pause. "Man, Jon will you shut up? I'm trying to talk here." Again Brenna laughed. She sat down at her desk in her chair and looked at her lap top.

"Sorry, about that but Jon really wants his phone back. Tell you what, come on the road with us. It will make you feel better and I'm sure Jon will feel better even though he's being a heartless dickhead about all of this."

"He is being a dickhead about this." She agreed. "But, let me get through my Dad's funeral and we'll see how I feel about going on the road."

"Thanks, Sugar. That would really mean a lot to me and Jon."

She couldn't help but smile at Colby, even if he couldn't see it. "Tell Jon that I'll call him later, okay. I need to do a few things right now."

"All right, I'll let him know. I hope to see you later, Brenna." "Same here, Colby." She smiled again before hanging up.

Well now was never, she thought as she opened the laptop.

3 Days Later

It had been three days since Mark Danielson's death. Bryan and Brenna were both standing with their mother at the cemetery in Aberdeen where Mark was going to be buried. Both Bryan and Brie were there, tears running down their faces as it mixed with the late spring rain. Bryan had Brie, but Brenna only had her mom. Brenna held onto her mother's arm and leaned into her shoulder as she watched the coffin being lowered into the ground.

Three days, had it been that long since her father had died? While the grave was being filled in they turned away. Family and close friends were there, a wedding nearly a week earlier and then a funeral. How bad could that have been for the Danielson family? For Brenna, it had hurt a lot.

"Brenna," Bryan called out to her as she reached the car she and her mother had arrived in.

They both looked back at him and Brie. The tension was thick, as thick as the water in the air at least. Bryan and Brie didn't know if Brenna had decided to come on the road or not. Brenna wasn't in a very talkative mood with anyone at that moment, not that anyone could blame her.

"Have you decided yet?" Brie asked.

"I have." She nodded as she opened the door for her mom. "When do you guys leave?"

"In a few hours. I know it's not convenient but," Bryan started to say.

"I know, I contacted that woman Stephanie McMahon about what your schedule is like. She got me a ticket to fly out with you two." Brenna said. "So, I'm going back home and grabbing my things. Can I travel with you two to the airport?" She asked, fiddling with the flower she still held in her hand.

"Of course, yes. I'm glad Total Divas camera crew isn't here." Brie said, smiling through the rain.

"Not that I'm thrilled with having to be on that show, I guess it's something I'll have to get used to." Brenna said moving around to the side of the car. "I'll see you guys back home."

Home was the home she and her family lived in since Brenna was a little girl. This was the small gray colored house that she had so many memories in. So many times had she stayed home sick, with Mom there to teach her to bake. She could never accomplish cooking anything but baking had been her passion when it came to doing something besides magic and sleight of hand tricks.

"Did you and Jon get into a fight?" Bonnie asked her daughter as they pulled into the driveway. "I haven't heard you talk to him in the last couple of days."

"Yeah, we did have a fight and no I haven't talked to him since then either." She grumbled.

Bryan and Brie pulled up to the sidewalk in their rental. Bryan was more than happy to give his mom and sister a hug. The rain had subsided at this point, the clouds still hung low and they were still murky gray. For once, Brenna didn't seem like the world was going to end on her that day.

"How are you feeling?" Brie asked as she followed Brenna into her room.

The other dark haired woman shrugged. "Tired, I haven't been getting much sleep lately. How's the new house with Bryan?"

Bryan and her had moved to Phoenix, Arizona. Brenna hadn't had the chance to go out there to visit them, or see the new house.

"How is Josi doing?" Brenna asked referring to the the bull dog that Brie and Bryan were calling their baby.

"She's fine. A friend of ours watches Josi while we're on the road." Brie said as she walked around towards the closet. "Do you need help packing?"

"I got my medical supplies packed, I'll have to come back to get more when I run out." Brenna pointed to a suitcase that was open on the bed. There were about six small boxes that were in it mixed with some under garments.

"I have a question, where did you and Dean go after the reception party on my wedding?" "I wanted Denny's but we ended up finding a bowling alley."

"A bowling alley? Really?" Brie smiled to herself. "Well, I guess that's not really a bad thing."

"Well it was. He tricked me into going on the road. I haven't talked to him since I had a fight with him the night Dad died." Brenna sighed as she went to go get some cloths.

"You and Jon got in a fight?"

"I didn't want to go on the road, I just lost my dad, I am not contracted to work like Bryan and you, and I just didn't want to go on the road so soon after Dad's death."

"So why are you going on the road now?"

"Colby sort of made me smile and laugh. I know that's a stupid reason but…"

Brie held up her hand. "Hey, you're coming on the road, that's all I care about."

"I'm still trying to get over Dad's death, though." Brenna sighed as she walked back to her suitcase. "And Jon, I feel so bad for calling him a heartless asshole."

"Oh, sweetie." Brie reached over and rubbed her back. "Jon's a big guy. He is a heartless bastard sometimes, so you're right about that."

"Do you think he's mad at me?"

"No, but you and Bryan know him better than I do so I don't know what's going through that head of his."

Neither did Brenna for that matter. She didn't know what was going on with her good friend, her best friend as Jon was to her.

Maybe when she got on the road it will all be better. At least that's what she hoped would happen.

Of course this was the WWE world, her brother's world, and Jon's world. Anything could happen and more than likely something would.

Well, there you have it.

Also, I want all of you to know that I've been busy so I don't know when I can get Chapter 4 up.