Notes: Back before I ever fully decided to write a sequel, Jules and I were writing sidestories for His Father's Son. One of my favorite ones I wrote was His Father's Son set to Total Eclipse of the Heart by Bonnie Tyler. This is just to give you an idea of what happened to Vince ;). This takes place a year or so before One Thing Starts.
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Shane McMahon yawned from his seat on the couch. He had a very long week with WCW and was settling down for a nice quiet evening with his family. The children were both doing their homework on the dining room table but each coming in every once in awhile to ask him for help with their homework.
A loud crash and a mrow followed.
Shane got up and looked around to see that Andrea's kitten had managed to knock over a vase of flowers and was looking rather indignant at being all wet.
"Andrea can you dry the cat off?" He asked handing her the kitten who was not happy at all at the moment. He hurried over and got a broom and dustpan and swept up the mess.
"Everything okay in here?" Marissa asked sticking her head in the room.
"Just fine. Just a small catastrophe." He said which made Wes laugh hard enough to fall over.
She gave them both strange looks before leaving the room.
Ring!
He reached over and grabbed the phone. "Hello?"
"Shane?" Linda asked her voice sounding almost strained.
"Yeah mom what's wrong?" He asked sitting down on the couch once again.
"Your...Vince has died. I just got a call from the prison saying it looks like he died from a heart attack last night. I was wondering if you could..." she paused. "Could go down and claim his body. I know it's asking a lot but I can't get a plane down for a couple of days. Flights booked and weather problems."
"Sure mom." He said with an inward sigh.
"Thank you Shane. Do you need the phone number for the warden?"
"No I've got it in my office. I'll see you in a couple of days."
"I love you." Linda said hanging up the phone.
Shane sat back feeling dumbfounded. Vince was dead. His father, though he stopped referring to him as such well over a decade ago was dead. He felt at a loss of how he should be feeling. His father had been behind murders of several people and plotted the murder of three others including himself even if it did turn out Vince wasn't planning to do that, and yet he couldn't help but think that it was his father after all.
"Shane?" Marissa asked coming into the room. "Who was on the phone?"
"My mother. Vince's dead."
"Oh Shane I'm..." she trailed off also not seeming to know how to say it. Vince had caused so much pain to their family and to others.
"Thanks Marissa." Shane said getting up off of the couch. He went to the closet and grabbed his jacket. "Mom asked me to go and claim the body and I left the phone number to the jail at my office."
"You just got home. You can wait till tomorrow."
"I know I just need to do it Marissa. I'll be back later." He said turning to go.
"Can I come?" Wes asked. "My homework's all done."
"Sorry little man but I don't think they'd let children in there." He ruffled his hair before kissing his forehead. He went over and kissed Andrea and then Marissa. The kitten gave him a hiss probably still blaming him for her being all wet.
He went to the garage and got into his car. He didn't know why he didn't just say he had the phone number stored on his cellphone. He dialed the phone number.
"Warden Issaacs." A voice answered.
"This is Shane McMahon. My mother just called to tell me Vince McMahon had died."
"Ah yes Mr. McMahon. They have taken him to
"This is Shane McMahon. My mother just called to tell me Vince McMahon had died."
"Ah yes Mr. McMahon. They have taken him to Fulton County Morgue. Here let me get you the address." There was a pause. "Here it is: 430 Pryor Street SW. I will call and let them know that you are coming."
"Thank you." He said hanging up and putting the address into his onstar computer. He drove through the streets still lost in thought. He didn't think he'd be spending the night off driving to a morgue to claim his father. He pulled into the parking lot and stepped into the building.
A doctor stepped out to meet him. "You must be Shane McMahon. I'm Dr. Young." He said leading him into the building and then opened a slab.
Shane looked down at him without an outwards reaction though he was torn up inside. He nodded and took the clipboard from him before signing it.
"This is all of a sudden. Is it all right if I call tomorrow with details on where the body will be taken?"
"Of course Mr. McMahon. Death of a loved one is always shocking."
"Something like that." Shane added quietly. Shane walked out of the morgue still lost in thought.
A few days later they had the funeral at Cemetery Crest Lawn
Memorial Cemetery after both he and his mother talked to the priest
at Holy Spirit Catholic Church in Atlanta, they decided this was the
best way to handle it. Vince wasn't a catholic like both Shane and
Stephanie were, they just didn't think it would be proper. The priest
was very understanding and did attend the funeral more as support for
them.
There weren't that many people at the funeral. The people in attendance were Shane, Marissa, Andrea, Wes, Linda, Pat Patterson and Gerald Briscoe who said even though Vince did what he did, they felt they needed to pay their respects. Also there were numerous reporters.
Stephanie was angry at not being allowed to attend the funeral. She said he was her father and she should be allowed to attend. A judge ruled that for the safety of Shane McMahon and his family, that she could not attend.
Shane had one arm wrapped around Marissa's shoulder and the other was holding Linda's hand. At one point he thought he saw Chris Benoit standing in the back away from the reporters but after the funeral he couldn't find him.
There was no wake after the funeral. After Vince was burried they went home or rather Shane went to his office at CNN Headquarters saying he had some reports to work on before the next PPV but Marissa and Linda both knew he had just wanted to be alone.
He had remembered the song My Immortal, being played at Chris Benoit's 'funeral'. He found it odd how that song struck him now. With the exception of the chorus, the song matched how he felt ever since he found out his father had planned to have him killed off. It had been more then ten years ago, and yet it still felt like yesterday when his secretary brought in the video that changed his and Marissa's life forever. How he had been more then a little shocked to find Chris and Owen at the cabin.
He had thought when the trial ended, things would go back to normal. His kids could have a normal childhood and they were happy. He was happy getting back into running WCW and liked the little rivalry they had once again with the WWE though to be honest, since he owned both companies, it didn't really matter who won this time.
He also remembered when Vince had called him into the office and told him he was restarting WCW and wanted him to run it. He had no idea that back then, Vince was trying to keep him as far away from what he was doing as he could. He had taken a big step backwards from WWE after the Benoit memorial though to be honest, that started to happen after the disaster of Royal Rumble 2004 with the ladder match between Jeff Jarrett and Chris Benoit. It had been a disaster and he hated that he had been apart of it, even if everything he had booked had been reset.
The fans absolutely hated the run in and he had told his dad that. He apologized to everyone afterwards and had even gone to talk to Mick personally about it. Mick said he hadn't blamed him, but still he felt he was at fault for it.
He shook his head thinking how he had known a completely different Vince McMahon then who he really was. He'd mourn the Vince who was his father, the one that hadn't killed all those people. He had forgiven him a long time ago thought it hadn't been easy.
He got up and looked out at the Atlanta skyline and then turned walked out the door of his office forgetting the report. He needed to spend the time with his family.