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Mark grinned at the look on Bekka's face as she ate the banana split. She looked like she was in pure bliss. Mark was laying back on the bed.

Mark frowned as his cell rang again. Bekka had three calls in the last thirty minutes. He tossed the phone over to her and she caught it.

"Hey Trish..yea thats great."

Bekka grabbed a piece of paper and wrote down the names of the wrestlers that would be hanging over Saturday to help her out.

"Yea I got it wrote down..Thanks." Bekka said and hung up.

"Can I use your phone?" Bekka asked shoving another spoonful of ice cream in her mouth.

"Haven't you been using it?" Mark asked.

"Uh yea..good point." Bekka said dialing a number.

"Yea Hi..It's Bekka Callaway..yea I just wanted to let you know we'll be there Saturday about ten. There should be about twenty of us..Yea..that's fine, I'll see you then." Bekka said and hung up.

Mark looked at her and grinned. "We get married while I was drunk or something?"

Bekka handed him his phone back. "I needed a last name, so I stole yours."

Mark knew she was up to something with all the phone calls, he just didn't know what.

"Come here." Mark said patting the bed beside him.

Bekka looked at him suspiciously.

"Get over here, I'm not going to bite ya." Mark said.

"Yea I bet thats what the snake says to the little mouse right before he swallows him whole." Bekka said sitting down on the edge of the bed.

"Now what are you up to." Mark asked pinning her with those green eyes of his.

"What do you mean?" Bekka asked innocently turning to sit with her back to him.

"Here I don't like talking to your back." Mark said and dragged her to sit beside him on the bed.

" I mean whats with all the phone calls?" He said.

"Oh That..some of the wrestlers are volunteering to go to a children's home and visit with the kids Saturday. I'm organizing it." She said trying to ignore the fact that she pressed against him and he was staring at her.

"Well are you going to ask me to go?" Mark asked leaning a little closer to her.

"Stop that." She said

"Stop what?" He asked grinning.

"Breathing on me..I cant concentrate." Bekka said.

"Back to the question, are you going to ask me to go with you?

Bekka looked up at him trying to read his mood. He was so unpredictable she never knew what would set him off.

Mark seen the wary look in her eyes and regretted that his erratic behavior had put it there. Mark even in his good days had never been a warm cuddly person, but the behavior he had exhibited over the last few days with Bekka was way over the top.

"I would like for you to." Bekka said looking away from his intense gaze.

"Okay." He said.

Bekka looked up at him quickly. "Really you'll do it?"

"Sure..why not?" Mark said.

"Great thanks..Having the Undertaker there..is going to make this awesome." Bekka said.

"You're a fan right?" Mark asked laughing.

"Well I was back before..well anyway..yea...The Deadman was one of my favorites." Bekka said relaxing as soon as she figured he wasn't going to come unglued.

"Really..who else did you like? Mark asked laying back on the bed.

Bekka yawned. "Well lets see..I loved Stone Cold..I thought he was so cool. Kevin Nash..I just loved his hair. Of course there was you. I would say you guys were my top three."

Mark lay there watching her. She looked sleepy. "Lay down and nap for a while..I'll get you up when its time to go."

Bekka started to get up but Mark put his hand on her arm. "I told you I don't bite, lay here."

He threw a Blanket over her and he turned on his back to watch TV.

Bekka just shrugged and closed her eyes.

Mark glanced over at her. She had the thickest eyelashes he had ever seen. The way they fanned her cheeks while she was sleeping, she really did look like some sweet angel." he thought grinning.


"Mark wait up." Bekka said.

"No..I have a job..I don't have time to wait on you to howl at the moon or star gaze or whatever it is you're doing." Mark said turning to glare at her.

"Fine go ahead..I will catch up with you later." She said ignoring him.

It was a beautiful night and she wanted to just stay outside and look at the moon and stars. She had took simple stuff for granted before and she wanted to enjoy every moment of everything while she was here.

Mark stomped back over. "Can you please do this after the show tonight?"

Bekka looked up at him and smiled. "Well since you said please."

She followed him into the arena waving at various people.

"Hey Mark."

She looked up to see Jeff coming over.

"Yea Jeff." Mark said but Bekka noticed she didn't snap his head off.

"I was wondering if you and Bekka wanted to go out with me and Trish after the show?

Mark stopped. He hadn't got out and done anything for a while. "What do you think Bekka? " Mark asked surprising Bekka and Jeff both.

"Well what are you going to do?" Bekka asked.

"We're going to a dance club." Jeff said.

"Sounds like fun but.." She began.

"Don't worry mom, I can control my drinking." Mark said rolling his eyes.

Bekka figured it might be good for Mark to get out again. "Okay..we'll meet you out back after the show."

"Great see you guys then." Jeff said.

" Well thats a surprise." Bekka said.

Mark slowed down a bit so she could keep up with him.

"What?" He asked.

"You wanting to go out with friends."

"I guess it time I stopped holing up in my hotel room." Mark said.

Bekka smiled. "Good we'll have fun."

Mark looked at her. "Don't expect miracles. I said I would go out. Don't expect me to be the life of the party."

"I don't..I'm just glad you're making a effort. Keep this up and I wont have to be around to bug you much longer." Bekka said.

Mark didn't reply. However he was surprised to find the thought of her leaving didn't please him at all.


The club Jeff and Trish chose was really jumping. The music was loud and people dancing.

Jeff grabbed them a table and they sat down and ordered drinks.

Mark ordered a beer and Bekka bit her lip so she wouldn't say anything. Hopefully he wouldn't get drunk.

"I'll have a soda." Bekka said.

"No way girl, at least get a beer." Trish said.

"No thanks." Bekka said. She used to drink like a fish, she knew there was nothing wrong with having a few drinks, but she was here for Mark, not to sit around drinking.

"Bekka one drink is not going to kill you." Mark said realizing she felt she shouldn't, but he didn't think her loosening up with one drink was going to doom her to hell either.

"Give her a Seventy Seven Sunset Strip." Trish said.

Bekka sighed. "Okay, just one."

"You'll love it girls, its got rum and pineapple juice, sprite and a few other things." Trish said.

They all got their drinks and sat there talking about the show.

"Hey guys can I join you?"

"Sure Dave." Jeff said.

Bekka looked at Mark, he seemed relaxed and he was joining in the conversation.

Mark was surprised to find he was having a good time relaxing and hanging out. When he was married to Sarah, they had went to the club several times a week, until she had got pregnant.

Mark had enjoyed hanging out and dancing with his wife and throwing a few drinks back.

No reason why he had to become a hermit, he could learn to have a good time again, he realized.

Bekka sipped on her drink slowly and watched the people dancing. She loved to dance, bur it didn't seem like a good idea to get out there and shake her ass anymore.

Jeff stood up and grabbed Trish's hand and pulled her up to go dance.

Bekka watched them, they were both great dancers, she would love to join them.

"You have everything set up for Saturday?" Dave asked.

"Yea..All we got to do is show up." Bekka said.

Just then Torrie Wilson came over to the table.

"Hey Dave..Hey Mark." She said.

"Hey Torrie..want to join us." Dave asked.

"Sure." She said and walked all the way around the table and sat down beside Mark.

Mark gave her a strange look, and Bekka had to fight the urge to laugh. Poor Mark didn't even realize she was trying to get his attention.

Dave seen the amusement in Bekka's eye. She didn't seem to be upset that Torrie had practically sat on Mark.

"So Mark how have you been?" Torrie asked flipping her blond hair back.

"Fine." Mark said sipping on his second beer.

Bekka rolled her eyes..He was going to have to do better than grunting out one word answers.

"Mark was just saying, he would love to dance." Bekka said.

"Really." Torrie practically squealed.

Dave just looked at Bekka, something with her and Mark was just not adding up.

Mark glared at Bekka. "Uhh yea." He said reluctantly.

Torrie grinned and grabbed Mark's hand pulling him out on the dance floor.

"Okay what gives, why are pushing Torrie down Mark's throat." Dave asked sitting back.

Bekka looked at Dave. "Look this thing between me and Mark, its not permanent. We just hooked up for kicks, Mark needs to meet someone who he can have a real relationship with. I'm trying to help him." Bekka said.

Dave shook his head. "Why in the hell would Mark want someone else. You're sweet and beautiful..You care about other people..I just don't get it."

"Don't try to get it Dave." Bekka said.

"By the way that chick at the bar is checking you out, why don't you go ask her to dance." Bekka said.

Dave turned to see a real hot chick eying him up and down. "Okay, well let me go talk to the lady." Dave said getting up.

Bekka turned her eye back to the dance floor. Torrie was running her hands all over Mark, and grinding her ass on him. Bekka drank the rest of her mixed drink and slammed the glass down.

She was trying to do the right thing by Mark, so why the hell was she so jealous she wanted to go slam Torrie's face in, which was stupid since she had handed Mark to Torrie on a silver platter.

Bekka sighed. She was trying so hard not to be a good angel, why was she having these feelings for Mark.

Bekka got up and walked over to the bar and ordered a beer and sat at the bar.

"Hello Dear."

Bekka looked beside her. The man was beautiful, almost too beautiful. He had blond hair and piercing blue eyes. You could get lost in his gaze.

Bekka quickly looked away.

"Now Bekka, don't be rude. I know your on your first assignment, thought I would come meet you, get to know you." He said.

"I know who you are, I have nothing to say to you."

"Oh and why not, Michael been bad mouthing me, I assure you it's just jealousy, I was always the handsome one."

"You're not fit to say Michaels name." Bekka said turning to glare at him.

"Oh I do so admire loyalty in the hired help." He said smirking.

"I couldn't help but read your thoughts. Jealousy, lust , passion, those are not good angel traits, believe me I know." The man said leaning closer to her.

"Look I'm trying, its not easy, when you're in human form to control all these emotions." Bekka said.

"Oh yea and very admirable too. Believe me I can see you're trying, the question is why? You were bored to tears up there, this is the first fun you've had in a while. Michael didn't tell you, did he? You could stay here its, in his power, you could be alive, have a chance to have a good life, with a man you could love, have children. It's in my power too." He said.

"Get thee behind or the more modern version POOF!" Bekka said.

"Bekka Bekka..I'm not the bad guy here. Let me ask you something, did Michael see fit to tell you who your father is?

"No and why would he, I'm dead, I don't care anymore."

The man sat back and ordered her another beer. " You were born in Corpus Christi? Am I correct?

Bekka rolled her eyes. "Yes."

"Hmm yes, Well let me tell you a little story. You're mother wasn't all bad, she was just young and stupid. She came from a very wealthy family, unfortunately a very unforgiving wealthy family.

She was a child really and she met a older boy, he was 21 if I remember correctly. He was just starting out in his career with the AWA I believe."

"I don't want to hear this." Bekka said.

"Why, the truth will set you free." He said.

"Anyway he got her pregnant, the poor girl, she went to him and he didn't believe her, called her a slut and went on his way, ended up with a very lucrative career too, very wealthy, but he didn't give a rats ass about the child he left behind, did he, not one thought to you and your mother became a bitter angry woman, living on one man to the next. Tell me girl, who got you started watching wrestling?"

Bekka closed her eyes she didn't want to hear this or know this. "My mother."

"Yes, your mother, wanted you to gander at your father every week, she liked to watch to didn't she, she liked to hate him from afar."

Bekka got up. "I don't want to know."

"Okay, I'll leave you to figure out the rest, with a little research I bet you could, or I have a better idea, just ask Michael when you see him. You know people think I'm messed up. Michael sent you here knowing you would find out, be in contact with the man, he knew I would come to you. Did he warn you, tell you the truth? And you want to know why? It's one of their big tests, you know test your moral fortitude, see how well you handle yourself under dire circumstances and all that. Really messed up if you ask me."

Bekka just stood there all kind of thoughts running through he mind.

The man stood and threw some money on the bar. "Don't worry, I'll ease your mind a bit, its not Mark, the object of your desire."

Bekka started to walk away. "Tell Michael I said hello." the man said.

Bekka turned to look at him but he was gone.

Her mind was racing, she wanted to know, but she didn't want to know. She had a reason for being here and she couldn't let this distract her.

She walked back toward the table when the music called to her. She wanted to Dance and forget about all this crap for a while.

Party like a rock star was playing and she found her a tight spot on the dance floor and let her body move to the music. She closed her eyes her body gyrating to the chords. She had always loved to dance, its like she could feel the beat moving through her body.

Bekka felt hands on her hips and didn't bother to see who it was, she didn't care. Hands pulled her back against hard hips and she grinded back against them. She felt hands ran down her arms and lift them. She let her hands run down the chest and felt the hard muscles. She was lost in the music and the feel of the other person.

She felt herself turned around and pulled against a hard chest. Bekka felt the knee slip between her thighs and she ground her self on it throwing her upper body back only to be caught in strong arms and pulled back. His hands ran down her body as she danced. Bekka felt so free, she didn't want the song to end, but it did.

Bekka opened her eyes and looked up to find Mark staring at her, lust written all over his face.

His big hands pulled her closer and leaned to her ear. "You're one damned hot angel." his breath brushing her ear making her shiver.

"Let go." Mark said standing up.

"I don't know." Bekka said. The look in his eyes scared her and excited her at the same time.

Mark could sense the confusion in her. He wanted her, but he wouldn't take her if it wasn't what she wanted. He admitted her being a angel complicated things.

Mark wasn't used to denying himself something he wanted, but he didn't want to screw with her head.

"Come on, we'll talk, get some sleep."

Bekka looked in his eyes and seen he had calmed own, the passion was still there, but it was under control. "Okay."

Mark kept her hand in his and lead her out of the club.

Dave sat watching them, that crap Bekka had fed him about the two of them not being serious was hog wash. Seeing the two of them dance floor told him that. Something strange was going on and he was going to find out what.