I don't own any WWE wrestlers or figures utilized in this story. This is all from the mind of a brilliant scientist.

Damian and Zoe belong to DaLiz13

A/N: Sorry for the delay, hope this uber long chapter makes up for it!...enjoy.

Erin sighed as she scooped up a spoonful of mashed potatoes. She really didn't feel like eating, but what else could she have done?...tell Mark no? She laughed, that had gone over so well the last time. She shook her head, she couldn't believe that the lady was going to help her make any headway with Mark. She sighed, for a while there she had forgot that Mark had once been the object of her hate and the bulk of her frustration. Anger resurfaced and she grunted, she hated the way things had changed. Mark's concerned voice broke into her thoughts. "Baby what's wrong? You've barely touched your steak." Erin shot the man daggers and then shrugged. Mark sighed and shook his head looking back down at his own food. Sometimes he wished he could have that mischievous smirk and those witty retorts back. Grunting he chewed on his steak, he had decided to fight for her and he was determined to win. Taking a deep breath he wiped his mouth. "Er, why don't we talk some? You know, like old times." Erin rolled her eyes. The old times were dead. "You know, like when I'd ask you how your day was and you'd make fun of me and then we'd smile together," he paused, after a second he spoke again. "Can we have that back?" Erin continued to stare at the steak and vegetables. She couldn't believe that this was the conversation of choice. She twitched involuntarily, this was his fault. All his fault. "Well?" he said smiling as he probed for answers. Erin shrugged.

"I don' know." Mark sighed and took a deep breath.

"Erin, I really just wanted to," he paused for a second as he fished for the right words, "you know, reconnect with ya." Erin continued to gaze at her plate. The man sighed, "Please? I'm really tryin' here." Erin shrugged. Mark closed his eyes and grunted. "Being difficult isn't going to help us."

"Help us?" Erin shook her head. "This is all your fault old man." Mark shook his head, maybe he just wasn't as up to this as he'd previously thought. The man grunted.

"Just finish yer dinner." Erin grunted and stabbed her steak. She didn't want to be here any more than she wanted a root canal. Brilliant.

One week later

Damian O'Neal grunted as he heard a pounding on the door to his studio apartment. He sighed. He hated it when people showed up randomly making noise. "Damian!" the man sighed...Zoe. Rolling his eyes he stood up and walked across the room. The pounding intensified as he neared the door. "Open up, you -!" Damian opened the door and slapped his hand on her mouth.

"It's too early for yer screamin." The woman bit her brother's finger and giggled as the man released a string of curses. She glided into the apartment and glanced around as she closed the door.

"Not bad," she said glancing around again. The room was filled with dull colors and as always there was one door painted black. She shook her head...his lair.

"Whaddya want, Zoe?" he said sucking on his bleeding finger. The small brunette shrugged.

"Cookies would be nice." The man made a face. "I came to tell ya that yer girlfriend is having a really tough time right now. I was skypin' her last night when I heard her talkin to Mark an' Randy. Things are really bad over there, she kept flinchin like she was scared or somethin." Damian grunted.

"She told me to drop dead." Zoe stared at her brother like he was someone unfamilar.

"Dami, I tell you that all the time." The man turned away.

"This is different." Zoe rolled her eyes.

"What's da matter, she hurt your big ego?" Zoe whacked her brother in the arm and placed a reassuring hand on her brother's shoulder. The woman sighed. "She needs us, Dami." Damian's eyes rose.

"Us?" he said disbelieving. He shook his head. His mind was swirling at the moment. He hadn't really been having deep conversations with Erin or any conversations with her as of late, it was like they were fadin' away...or apart. He sighed and rubbed his hand over his face. "She doesn't need us, Zoe, she needs me."

"Exactly," the small brunette said. The man stood up.

"I'm going to see her." Zoe rolled her eyes.

"Great, I needed a ride anyway, the bus doesn't go out that far." Damian stopped and looked at the woman with a raised eyebrow." What? Well while you're off bein a recluse nutcase, dad freaked and took my car away from me." Damian rolled his eyes. "So I'm comin' with ya." Damian grunted. "Oh and we gotta pick up Stephen along the way. He's gotta talk to her." Damian shook his head.

"No Zoe, I don't really wanna bring ya so don't push it, cause' I ain't takin ya if you're bringing Casper wit' ya. She hates him." Zoe rolled her eyes.

"She doesn't hate him, you do," the woman said obviously. Damian rubbed his eyes and sat back at his drawing table.

"I've got it handled Zoe." The woman nodded.

"Yeah, sure. Yer doin' a great job by sittin here hidin' and sucking on salami sticks. Face it, you need me." The small woman walked over towards her brother and gave his hair a sharp yank causing the man to yelp.

"Ow, Zoe, what was that for?" he said standing up and rubbing the back of his head.

"She needs you, Dami." Damian sighed and rubbed his eyes. He set his pencil down and grabbed his keys.

"Let's go," he growled. Zoe smiled, she still had it.

Phoenix Calaway grunted as he slammed his bedroom door closed. Stomping over to his bed he threw his book bag on the floor and stomped on it several times, before picking it up and flinging it against the wall. He grimaced as he heard the crushing noise of broken glass, he closed his eyes and let out a wail. He was dead. He'd broken his new glasses. Filling with misery he threw himself onto his bed and sobbed. He'd been sent to his room for getting suspended at camp. Without even a second thought he'd punched a kid in the nose this morning at camp, and the worse part was, he didn't even know why. Flopping over onto his stomach, he buried his face in his pillow. He couldn't even fathom why he was so angry and sad all at the same time.. He shook his head, he was so dumb. Silent tears started to rush down his round cheeks, his parents were going to be pissed. Phoenix heard the door downstairs slam and he jumped startled. He quickly crawled off of his bed and scrambled into the closet, pulling his knees to chest he buried in face in his knees. He was so scared. He heard a loud yell and footsteps. He gulped and started rocking. He just wanted his sister.

Erin walked into the Calaway house through the side door after her morning run. She didn't want to be seen. Silently she moved with a dejected aura about her as she made her way into the heart of the house. She really didn't want to be here. She sighed, after the previous night's explosive family dinner, the tension was even more noticeable than before. Erin heard a door slam. She grunted. Oh happy day, Mark was pissed again...yay. Usually on a day like this she go back outside and wait it out, but she continued towards her room, for some reason she felt like she needed to be in this house. Silently she walked towards her room. Glancing around she was surprised that she didn't see Mark, hadn't he slammed the door? Erin shrugged and made her way up the stairs. Oh well. As she reached her room she heard the distinct sounds of crying, moving closer to Phoenix's door she sighed. It was definitely him. Grunting she contemplated entering. She shook her head, she wouldn't enter; he'd be just fine by himself or with Mark and Michelle, either way he didn't need her. No one did. Sighing, she walked into her room, dropped her bag, and slipped on her headphones. It was like she was in a trance, she didn't want to talk to anyone, hear anyone, or even think about anyone. All she wanted was to be left alone.

Mark grunted as he entered the house slamming the door. Why did he day have to suck so bad? He sighed, virtually everything that could go wrong in four hours had. First he'd lost one of his biggest clients and now he found out that Phoenix had beat some kid up. He sighed and let out a frustrated yell. He was just so annoyed. Today was not a good day. Mark stopped and felt the tension in the area. He sighed, he hadn't meant to set off such a chain of events. Grunting he did what his counselor told him to do, take a step back and go think. So that's what he did, he entered his office and quietly closed the door. Mark sat down tiredly in the chair and placed his hand over his face. He really needed a day away. Sighing he closed his eyes, he was going to need a moment of peace before that therapist ripped him to shreds again. Mark's mind drifted into a peaceful sleep as he thought of the life as he knew it.

Erin's eyes fluttered open as she heard the distinct sounds of cursing and growling. She sighed and hit the turned the volume down on her stereo. Rolling out of the bed she got to her window just in time to see her favorite giant pop through her window. A small smile crossed her lips as she engulfed him into a hug. He picked her up and swung her around. "Hey baby." She smiled and looked into his green eyes.

"Hey," she said softly. Damian's heart caught, his ball of fire had diminished to a flickering flame. He pulled her close to his chest wrapping her in a hug.

"I'm sorry," he said, the girl nodded.

"Me too." The man smiled at her before the two heard yet another thump before Zoe and the overgrown jar of mayonnaise entered the room. Erin smiled as Zoe did her usual flippant grin.

"Hey monkeybutt." Erin rolled her eyes.

"Hey," she said weakly. Sighing Erin flopped back onto her bed. "What do you guys want?" Zoe smiled and flopped back with her, as did Damian.

"We came to cheer you up, boo." Erin smiled slightly.

"Yeah, I told he was an idiot for spazzin on you and he agreed, so here we are." Erin smiled. At least she had somethin, going for her.

Mark woke up to the sound of his office door opening. He smiled at the sight, it was his beautiful bride. He stood up to greet her, giving her a quick kiss. "Hey there." She smiled.

"Hey babe." Mark frowned, what was it now?

"More bad news?" She nodded, Mark prodded her onward.

"Erin's posse just climbed through her window." Mark growled, but oddly he couldn't find any real frustration. It was the middle of the day and there were at least three of them in her room. He shrugged.

"Just leave em be." Michelle opened her mouth, but Mark shook his head. "No, Chelle she's been through alot, just leave her be and let her friends help her. Maybe they'll even get her to snap out of this trance she's in." Michelle rolled her eyes and yawned. Mark's eyes narrowed. "You ok, Sweetie?" The woman nodded.

"Yeah, just a little tired." Mark sighed, the doctor had told her to take it easy. Mark gave the woman a gentle hug.

"Why don't you go and take a nap, while I deal with Pup?" Michelle sighed.

"Alright." The two ventured out of the office and up the stairs. Mark watched closely as it seemed that Michelle got more tired with each step. He sighed. He was going to call the doctor first thing in the morning. Mark walked into Phoenix's room and looked around...where was the boy?

"Pup?" He didn't hear anything. Grunting Mark sighed, he was really scared that the boy had run off. "Phoenix Zachary, where are ya, boy?" Mark saw the small little foot twitch in the midst of the teddy bears. Mark smiled, sometimes that boy was just too sweet. Walking across the room the man knelt down and stroked the little boy's face. "Pup?" The boy stirred and then gasped as he realized what was before. He began to back up. Mark shook his head and gripped the boy under his armpits, plucking him off of the ground. "What's goin' on little boy?" Phoenix shook his head and let the silent tears flow down his cheeks. Mark sighed and carried the boy towards his bed. "Pup, come on, talk to me." Mark glanced out the window and took a deep breath. "Why'd you punch that boy?" Phoenix wiped his eyes tiredly and looked at his feet. He shrugged.

"I don' know." Mark frowned.

"I'm sure you do know." Phoenix sighed and burst into a frustrated sob filled with more tears.

"No, I don't!" he roared. Mark was caught off guard by his outburst, usually Phoenix was so docile. "I don't know nothin no more." Mark sighed and placed his large hand on the boy's head.

"It's ok, Pup." The boy yawned. Mark shook his head. He couldn't punish the kid, he could barely look at him without crying. Mark sighed, it looked like he was going to be spending a lot of time in that counselor's office with his kids. Just great. "Alright, go and take a nap, I've got some stuff I need to take care of." The boy nodded and looked down.

"I'm sorry Dad." Mark smiled and ruffled the boy's hair.

"No need, Scooter. We'll get this all figured out." The little boy looked up at his father.

"So you're not mad at me?" Mark shook his head. Phoenix shifted before rolling over to get under the cover.

"What is it?" The boy sighed.

"I sorta broke my glasses, I uh threw my bag agains the wall and they were in there." Mark sighed and rubbed his face.

"Alright, but just don't do it again. We take care of our valuables." The boy nodded and sunk deeper under the covers.

"Thanks Dad." Mark smiled.

"Sleep tight kiddo. Oh, I've gotta take Erin out later, but stay here and keep an eye on Mama, she doesn't feel too good." Phoenix nodded slowly.

"It's just a cold, right?" Mark sighed, he'd forgotten how scared the boy was in all of this.

"Yeah, Pup, she's fine." The boy searched Mark's face for truth and then nodded.

"Ok." Mark smiled and left the room.

Erin and the crew sat on the floor playing vampire charades. It was weird, it seemed to be her and Dami's favorite game. The key was picking up on the walk, if you had the walk down the rest was easy. It was now Zoe and Stephen's turn. "Edward from Twilight." Both Erin and Damian gagged.

"That doesn't count, they're not even real vampires, just glorified pretty boys." Erin rolled her eyes and she watched the O'Neal siblings freak out on each other. She giggled. A knock on the door was heard. Seconds later it revealed Mark standing in the door frame looking amused and confused all at the same time. Erin braced herself for a fight.

"Hey, what are you guys doing in here?" Erin shrugged. Mark nodded. "Well, Michelle and Pup are sleepin', so can ya keep it down or maybe go into the livin' room?" Erin raised her eyebrow. Huh? Why was he being so nice? She shrugged.

"Yeah, whatever." Mark nodded and turned to leave. He abruptly turned around.

"Oh, and Erin, uh we're leavin at three today." Erin sighed...yay another love fest.

"Alright." Mark nodded.

"Oh, and hi, freak, and Zoe an' whatever yer name is again." Mark squinted his eyes. "Boy, can you turn yer skin down, geez, yer blindin' me." Damian broke into a small chuckle while Erin flashed a genuine smile for the first time in a while. She sighed though, her happiness never stayed, it was always replaced with another gut wrenching tragedy. Erin let out a sigh as Mark's form left the room. She had a bad feeling about this. Zoe broke into her thoughts.

"Hey Er?" Zoe turned to Erin smiling.

"Things are gettin' better already." Erin sighed, if only she knew.

I hope you enjoyed it, I'll be back soon with more DRAMA! ;) Oh yeah, its about to pop off!