I don't own any WWE wrestlers or figures utilized in this story. This is all from the mind of a brilliant scientist.
Erin grunted as she laid on her bed. Her body was smarting yet again from another round with the Calaway Torture Rack. This time she'd mistakenly not done any chores while Mark and Michelle were traveling. It was obvious that not doing them was a mistake as Mark almost immediately drug her downstairs for another round of 'punishment' Erin sighed, as much as he hated to say it, she'd might have to actually behave. The thought troubled her more than she could imagine. Erin had never behaved in her entire life. So much of her personality was built around pissing people off and righting the world where it had wronged her. Ugh, this wasn't going to work. There was no way she could behave, it was so so normal. Erin shuddered. She wasn't a normal person. She didn't have a normal life. She wasn't normal. Nothing about her life was normal.
Erin gently placed her hands behind her head and stared at the ceiling. It was a pale white color, her room back with her dad…Richard had been the same color. Erin shook her head. Man, she couldn't count how many times she'd ended up throw onto her bed to stare at that wretched ceiling for hours as her body ached from being beaten or shoved into a wall. Erin snorted, she hated that man with all that she had. Ugh. From the time that she could remember she had been the medium of his rage. Time and time again he'd beat her, throw her down a flight of stairs, or just leave her somewhere when he'd taken her out. Erin shook her head angrily. Her whole life was terrible, no love, no laughter, no nothing. She hated it, sometimes she even hated herself. Had she never been born, none of this would have ever happened. Everyone would be happy and she wouldn't be in such anguish. She sighed. No family, no friends, well real ones, no love. What a life to have lived.
Mark threw the last of his clothes into his suitcase. He honestly wasn't feeling up to this weekend expedition but he needed to get through to the girl. She always seemed so sad like she had nothing in the world. He shook his head, if it was the last thing he'd do, he was going to make sure that she had a life that his kids had…one with love.
Michelle came up behind Mark and wrapped her arms around his waist. The two shared a beautiful moment where neither of them spoke but the love was felt. Both knew that this was a joint venture, now they just needed to get Erin to feel the same thing.
Moments later Mark stopped in front of Erin's room and knocked on the door. There was no response. He sighed, he really didn't feel like her attitude tonight. "Erin," he said louder. Mark sighed. "Fine," I'm coming in. Mark sighed as he walked over towards her bed. The poor kid had curled up on top of the covers still in her workout clothes. Mark grunted as he got closer, the poor kid had tears still sitting on her cheeks. Mark had never meant to make her cry herself to sleep. He sighed. Mark gently sat down on her bed causing Erin to awake with a start. She quickly looked around and then lay back with a huff as she realized that it was only Mark. "You ok?" Erin didn't respond as she turned on her side away from him. She hated the fact that he had found her crying. She couldn't even cry right. "Erin?" She rolled her eyes.
"Yes." Mark smiled at least he still had her responding to them, even if it was only a word.
"I need ya to get dressed, we're leaving." Erin sighed. He was angry at her for sleeping too? Erin rolled out of the bed and reached for her shoes. Mark grabbed her hand. "Whoa there, you're not in trouble." Erin looked at him. Mark looked deep into her eyes, they held so much emptiness in them. "I'm serious, we're going on a road trip. Just you and me." Erin shook her head and raised her eyebrows. There was no way she was going anywhere with him. Mark sighed, the kid was tough. "Erin, really it's just a little vacation. We're going to Florida to see George St. Pierre." Erin's eyes bulged…GSP? He was her favorite. She shook her head, this was a joke. It was just like what Park and Wayne used to do. They'd tell her they were taking her on some big trip and then just when she'd get ready they'd leave without her leaving a disappointed child in their wake. She wouldn't be fooled again. Erin turned to face Mark, she looked him square in the eye.
"I don't believe you." Mark stood up and reached into his back pocket pulling out two sets of tickets and handed then to Erin. She slowly inspected them and was slightly shocked. There sitting in her hands were two 1st class plane tickets and two front row seats to UFC 132. Erin let out a small smile. She'd trust him inch by inch. She placed a hardness inside of her chest. She wouldn't trust him until she was sitting there feeling blood squirt from Josh Koscheck's mouth. "So whaddya say?" Erin looked up at Mark and took a deep breath.
"Is this a trick?" Mark shook his head. After a moment Erin looked up at him again. "Ok." Mark smiled, he'd finally gotten through to her.
Erin sighed she was standing in front of the TV with her gloves on shadow boxing. So far she had been having a great day. Mark had taken her down to the press conference where she'd gotten to meet a bunch of her favorite idols, all the big stars...Chuck Liddell, Randy Coture, etc. Erin was over the moon with happiness. Erin never thought a day like this would happen…one where everything went right for her. She was smiling on the inside, but never on the outside. Mark knocked on their adjoining room door. Erin stopped mid jab and rolled her eyes. She sighed, Mark had threatened her with them sharing a room if she didn't answer upon first knock. In frustration Erin walked over towards the door and gently pulled it open. "Turn the TV off, I need ya to come in here. I've got someone I want ya to meet." Erin grunted and chewed her lip. She really didn't feel like being bothered. All she wanted to do was shadow box and watch some old boxing tapes.
"I don't want to meet anyone." Mark rolled his eyes, they'd made such progress.
"Don't start yer crap. Turn the TV off and come over here." Erin rolled her eyes and turned around to do as she was told. Mark smiled gratefully, he really didn't want to deal with her crap tonight, not this night. He was giddy with anticipation to her response. He smiled as Erin came back towards him still scowling. He empathized with her, they did have a long day, but still this was something he couldn't afford to let her pass up. Mark set one hands over Erin's eyes and another on her back as he guided her towards her surprise. Erin scowled under his embrace. "Surprise." he said as he lifted his large hand. Erin gasped, standing in front of her was George St. Pierre in the flesh. Erin stood there speechless. She couldn't understand what was happening, somehow someone had…done this for her? She felt like a total heel.
"Hello Erin, Mark here has told me a lot about you." Erin just stood there smiling in shock. This was her idol. Mark smiled.
"I think she's star struck." George smiled at her and bent down in front of her.
"Erin, Mark here has been telling me that you enjoy mixed martial arts too, so I was thinking if it was ok with you that maybe you could hang out in my locker room all day leading up to the fight." Erin's mouth dropped open and her hands twitched in anticipation. Mark chuckled.
"I think that was a yes." George smiled and glanced at his watch.
"Well, I better be going, but Erin you have a good night and I'll see you tomorrow, eh?" Erin nodded. George left leaving a still gaping Erin in his wake. Mark smiled at her. Erin sighed shaking herself out of her trance. She turned to Mark and looked up at him. She began toying with her ear. Mark raised his eyebrow, Michelle did the same thing when she was nervous. Sometimes he forgot that they were sisters, they were so different. Erin was so hard and different than any other person he'd ever met before, she was a far cry from his Chelle, but still there was something in her. Something that made her-Erin broke into his thoughts.
"Um thank you for him, well this." Mark smiled at her, he'd finally won. He reached to brush her hair out of her face, but Erin pushed his hand away. "I'm not Barbie," she said as she walked back into her room and closed the door. Mark shook his head at the sight, so much for winning.
A/N: Whaddya think? BTW thanks for voting in my poll, I really appreciate it.