A/N: Thank you to Musichick06 and I Luv Hardy, you guys rock! Sorry this one took a while, writer's block hit me _ Enjoy!

As she drove home, she detoured past Omega. She stopped outside and chewed on her lip, crossing her hands on the steering wheel. Surely it wouldn't hurt to just pop in, it wasn't like she was doing anything wrong. Her dad wouldn't have to know. She sat there, frowning out of the windshield, debating with herself. She wasn't aware that she'd made a decision until she was already out of the car.

She hunched her shoulders slightly, shoving her hands into her pockets and walked inside. She stopped just inside of the doors and looked around. She didn't know if she had expected it to change, but felt a strange sense of surprise that it was exactly the same. She looked at the ring and felt the familiar pull, which had been so far buried recently. There were two guys in there, throwing each other around. Sevina bit her lip and took a couple of steps further in, then stopped. She'd spotted Matt across the other side, talking to his brother. She tilted her head curiously, pondering over the huge differences in their appearances. Maybe it was just Jeff's hair that made him seem so different to Matt.

Sevina watched them both, they held themselves in the same way, with a kind of quiet confidence, but there was something more flamboyant about Jeff, something that seemed to just draw all eyes to him, where Matt exuded a kind of gentle strength that wasn't aggressive or in-your-face. At that moment, Matt looked over and spotted her. He grinned and said something to Jeff before jogging over to her. "Hey, Kid! You came." Sevina nodded and smiled, shoving her hands further into her pockets. "Yeah, I thought I should come say hi and see how you were doing."

"Well, it's good timing. We're closing for a week after this, 'cause Jeff and I have to go to St Louis for work." Sevina lifted her eyebrows curiously, pulling a hand from her jeans to tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "Oh. Well, I would say good luck, but we both know you're gonna lose." Matt laughed and nodded. "Yeah, but I appreciate the thought." Sevina looked around again, not really sure what to say now that she was here. She motioned to the ring. "You ever put matches on here?" Matt followed her eyes, then looked back at her. "Yeah, we have our own championships and everything." Sevina's eyebrows went up and she chewed on her lip again. Just being in this place was making her miss it. Even just watching wrestling was better than being removed from that world altogether. She hadn't watched the WWF since she'd arrived here, she hadn't dared asked her dad if she could. He'd reluctantly put up with her interest in Raleigh, but here, he'd made it perfectly clear that he didn't want her anywhere near it.

"Hey, you wanna show me what you got?" Matt looked at her with a mixture of curiosity and amusement. Sevina's eyes went a little wide and she shook her head, hunching her shoulders further. "I shouldn't. I don't wanna get into trouble."

"Who's gonna know?" Matt's grin was slightly mischievous, almost daring. Was he trying to get her into trouble? No, Matt wouldn't do that, but he was offering her a challenge. She looked at the ring with a kind of longing, arguing with herself. As long as her dad didn't find out, where was the harm in it? She looked at Matt again, then nodded. "Alright." Matt's grin widened and he turned to the ring, clapping his hands lightly. "Okay guys, go shower." The two boys in the ring complained, but did as they were told. Matt rolled under the bottom rope, then looked down at Sevina, he sat on the second rope to hold it down for her. She just lifted an eyebrow at him, then hopped onto the apron. She grabbed the top rope in both hands, leaned her weight back and then jumped neatly over the top, landing lightly on her feet. Matt looked surprised. "Alright then."

Sevina turned to him once she was in the ring, she felt that familiar sense of peace, like the world and her own mind had quietened down. She felt comfortable and free, almost graceful. Matt faced her. "Alright, well, I dunno how well versed you are, so I'll go easy." Sevina scoffed at him and then held her arms out to the side, as is inviting him to take a shot. For the first time since they'd met, Matt felt a little uneasy. He didn't know if she was any good at this, as easy as she seemed in the ring, he didn't want to hurt her. That thought went out of his mind as she delivered a clothesline to him that knocked him down to the canvas. Jesus, she was strong! He looked up at her, shocked. She was tiny, how the hell did she do that? He pulled himself to his feet and Sevina was smirking at him.

She suddenly ran at the ropes and bounced off. Matt tried to move out of the way, but she jumped at him, landing on his back. Her legs went around his waist and her arms got his head into a very secure sleeper hold. The others in the gym had started to notice and watched with curiosity. Matt tested her hold, then hooked his hands behind her head, throwing her forwards over his shoulder so that she landed on her back on mat. He looked down to make sure she was alright, but she was already moving. She swung her leg out so that her shin connected with the back of his knees, driving him down. She stood up, putting her hands on her hips and looking down at him. "Still worried about hurting me?" Her voice sounded different, purely confident and solid. It was like she'd become someone else, someone who knew she was strong. Before Matt could respond, she had already moved. She was up on the top turnbuckle with her back to him. Was she insane? By now, Matt was convinced that she was too caught in whatever mindset she had fallen into and she was going to hurt herself. He wasn't prepared for the moonsault and only just managed to catch her, sending them both crashing to the mat.

Matt was so shocked that he didn't move as she sat on his chest, pinning him shoulders. Someone banged on the apron three times and then Sevina grinned and clambered off him. She held out a hand and he took it, pulling himself to his feet. He looked at her with a kind of awed fascination. "Okay…so you can wrestle." Sevina laughed, it was an utterly free sound and suddenly Matt knew how to help her. She had a natural talent and just looking at her in the ring, it was obvious to see how much good it did her. It was like something inside of her let go, the barriers fell and gave a glimpse to real person underneath the anger and the attitude.

"Hey Matt, you just got owned by a sixteen year old." Jeff grinned at his brother, who just flipped him off. "Good job, Kid." Jeff then waved and grabbed his duffel bag and wandered out of the gym. Matt rolled his eyes and looked at Sevina. "That's my brother, by the way." Sevina nodded slowly, still watching Jeff's progress out of the door. She turned her eyes back to Matt, then sighed. "I should get home." The light had already faded out of her eyes as she thought about leaving. Matt frowned as she rolled out of the ring. He followed her slowly and walked outside with her.

She stopped by the car and turned to him. "Thanks. That was fun." Matt smiled and shrugged. "Yeah, I'll have to remember not to go so easy on you next time." Sevina shook her head, fiddling with her keys. "I don't think there's gonna be a 'next time'. You know I'm not supposed to be here." Matt frowned at her. He wanted to help her, he could see what she needed, but he wasn't sure how to go about it. He didn't want to get her into trouble. There had to be a way around it. "Listen, why don't you come by when I get back from St Louis? We'll talk and see if we can find a way to convince your dad."

Sevina looked at him and he could see the conflict in her face. Her dad would never allow it. She knew there was no way on earth he would agree to let her wrestle. Still, it had to be worth a try. She nodded slowly. "Alright." Matt grinned, then watched as she got in the car and drove away.

She got back to the house and dumped the grocery bags in the kitchen. "Dad, I'm home." She walked into the family room. The t.v was on, but there was no-one in there. "Dad?" She wandered around the house, but there was no sign of anyone. She frowned and walked up the stairs and into her room. She almost jumped out of her skin when she saw her dad, sat on her bed. "Holy crap! Dad!" He scowled at her. "Mind your language." Sevina bit her lip, frowning apologetically. "Sorry. Um…what are you doing in here?"

"Where have you been?"

"At the store." She lifted her eyebrows, tilting her head curiously. He looked mad. Really mad. She felt a swoop of anxiety in her stomach. Oh no. "Just the store?"

"Y-yeah." He suddenly stood up and Sevina flinched at the speed of his movement. "So you didn't stop anywhere on your way back?"

"I.."

"You didn't stop at that wrestling gym? You didn't get into a match?"

"Dad, I-"

"I told you no wrestling!"

"Dad, please! I-"

"Why don't you ever do as you're told?!" He suddenly lashed out, knocking a load of books down from the shelf on the wall. Sevina flinched again. "Dad, listen!"

"No! I am through listening!" He lashed out again, this time sending her WWF action figures flying across the room. "Dad, stop!" Victor seemed to have completely lost it as he tore the posters from her walls, ripping them to shreds. He grabbed her snow globe, which contained a replica wrestling ring and threw it against the wall. It shattered, sending shards of glass and water flying everywhere. Sevina threw her arms up to protect her face, but he wasn't done. He picked up her pile of WWF annuals and started tearing the pages out. Sevina grabbed his arm. "Dad, please! Stop it!" He threw his arm out, shaking her off. She landed on her bed, flinching as he threw the ruined annuals across the room. He then turned towards her life-size cardboard cut out of Steve Austin. Sevina saw where his focus had gone and threw herself across the room to stand in front of it. "Stop! Please, please!"

Victor grabbed her by the shoulders and shook her hard. She felt her teeth banging together from the force of it, then he shoved her aside. She felt her forehead connect sharply with the corner of her dresser and cried out in pain. Victor put his foot through the cut-out, as Sevina lifted her hands to her head. They came away scarlet. She stared at her bloody hands in shock, then looked up at her dad, who had now noticed. He was staring at her with the same kind of shock on his face as there was on hers. He moved towards her, but she backed up, skittering across the floor away from him. She winced, hissing in pain as she felt the glass from her snow globe digging into her palms.

She scrambled to her feet, ignoring the slight dizziness and the blood obscuring her vision. "Sevina…" Victor walked towards her again, but she moved back until she reached the door. Then she turned and ran. She flew down the stairs and out of the front door. She just ran. Her legs burned and she tripped a few times as she got into the woods, but she kept running. She didn't look back. Her head was pounding and she didn't even want to think about what kind of mess she was in. She just knew she had to keep running. Her dad had always been prone to temper, he'd shouted a lot and thrown things, but he'd never put his hands on her, or any of them. He wasn't a violent man, which made this incident all the more traumatic. Had she driven him that far beyond reason?