Chapter 14

Grace wasn't surprised when Larry demanded she take a few days off to recuperate from the sandwich between her brothers. That was fine. She had bigger fish to fry anyway. She was limping slightly, but other than that, she was fine. Tonight she was wearing a black and red corset top with a pair of black jeans, her hair down with thin black eyeliner around her eyes and black boots on her feet. The corset hugged her body nicely, but didn't give off the impression she was a whore. It was a beautiful top and Grace felt like wearing it as she looked all over the arena, finally spotting Mick Foley.

"I have a quick question for you, Mr. Foley." She said with a smile, moving slower than normal.

Mick stared at her for a moment, his brown eyes darting to the corset top then to the ceiling, sighing. "I have a wife and she's a model and she has hot legs and I love her very much." He said to the sky, then looked back at her with a grin. "Yes, Gracie? What can I do to help you?"

Grace giggled, shaking her head, not believing how crazy he was though he was also very friendly. "Do you know where Kane is?" When his eyes widened slightly, she smiled wider. "I really need to speak with him, being my brother and all." She nodded when Mick told her he was in the basement and was kind enough to point her in the direction. "Thank you Mr. Foley." She winked at him, seeing him looking up at the ceiling again to talk to it, and giggled before heading in that direction.

Kane was in the boiler room to be more specific, busy staring at his scarred hand and wondering where his new sister was. He was curious about her and then to see the Undertaker cart her off. He growled angrily, cracking his neck. He heard someone call his name and stood up, pulling on the glove and waited, ready to destroy someone.

His sister that he'd been curious about stepped into the lighting, stopping when she seen what his stance was and swallowed hard. "Hi Kane." She smiled softly, seeing him lower his arm, and knew he wasn't threatened anymore as she stayed where she was. "Do you mind if I talk to you for a minute?" Grace had no idea why she was doing this, but she had to know. She had to know if her father had lied to her about everything all these years. "Do you mind if I sit down?"

Kane cocked his head to the side, studying her thoughtfully before stepping away, revealing a crate, the only thing that was useable as a seat in the entire room, crossing over to lean against a wall. His body posture told her he wouldn't attack her and to make herself at home. He could talk without his voice box, but it was hard.

She smiled warmly back at him and walked over, sitting down on the crate, seeing how gentle he was. Completely opposite from his brother. "I wanted to show you something." She softly said, pulling the picture from her pocket that Undertaker had left on the nightstand the previous night, slowly handing it to him. She watched as his gloved hand slowly took it before taking a deep breath, seeing him unfold it to reveal the picture of her and the boys. Her boys. "Do you recognize that picture?" Grace asked after a moment, not able to read his eyes since he had a mask on from the burns...from a fire. Grace had to focus as she mentally shook herself, her eyes full of hope.

Kane stared down at the picture, raising a slow hand to feel his masked face. His fingers convulsed for a moment as if he would destroy it, but didn't, holding it out to her. "Where did you get this?" He whispered after clearing his throat, his voice coming out harsh and raspy.

Tears welled in her eyes as Grace looked up at him, shaking slightly, not liking the sound of his voice though that was probably due to the fire. There was hidden emotion, but anything else she could detect. "I'm the little girl in that photo with the sandy blonde hair." She quietly said, swallowing hard, a tear falling down her cheek as she slowly reached her hand out. "Glen..."

He stared at her hand like it was a snake and it was going to bite him, his odd eyes -courtesy of the fire as well- widening for a moment. "Gracie..." He breathed, reaching out to take her hand in his good one, the one without the glove and squeezed gently. He had so many questions right now, but couldn't voice them. Paul had lied, again, how not surprising. He stood up suddenly, growling and tugged on the cuff of his glove. They were not siblings and Paul had lied his last.

"Glen..." Tears streamed down her face as she wrapped her arms around his neck tightly, beginning to sob her heart out and felt her knees give out on her. They weren't siblings, these were her boys. "H-He told me you died...you and Mark..." Her head snapped up. "That's Mark isn't it? Undertaker is Marcus." When he nodded solemnly, Grace covered her face with her hands, trembling from head to toe, not believing what her father had done. He had spun his web of lies and she still wound up knowing the truth. "All this time...I thought you both were dead..."

"No, not dead." He whispered harshly, dropping to his knees beside her and patting her back awkwardly. He had memories of Grace, she was the little girl who had always been kind to him even when his brother hadn't been. "Not dead." He repeated, gently gripping her chin and tilted her head up so he could look down into her eyes, smiling slightly under his mask as he stared into those familiar amber eyes.

She saw it now. The blue in his eye that wasn't messed up and brought a shaky hand up to rub his face through the mask, sniffling with a smile on her face. "Glenie." She giggled softly when he groaned, though it was raspy, wiping her tears away from her eyes. "I knew it was you. I knew it. I knew there was a reason why I had a dream of you and Mark after years of solitude." She frowned suddenly, her eyebrows furrowing together. "Glen, Mark doesn't remember. He doesn't remember or recognize me. Do you know why?"

Glen snapped out of his daze to stare sharply down at her. "Mark is dead." He said, coughing to clear his throat again, wishing he could speak more than a few words at a time without sounding like he was a victim of smoking too much. The irony sometimes made him want to kill himself. "He has no memory." He hoped she could figure it out because his throat was beginning to hurt from actually being used.

Her heart broke when she heard that, slowly standing up and raked a hand through her hair, not believing this uplifting, heart wrenching revelation. Mark and Glen were alive. Glen remembered, though he'd been badly burned in the fire, while Mark had no recollection of his childhood. "Why doesn't he remember?" She whispered quietly, feeling him stand up behind her, turning to stare into his eyes. "Glen, how could he forget his best friend?" She started crying, sinking down on the crate. "How could he forget me? We were so close, I loved him like...like I don't know! I loved you both so much, I still do!"

Glen sighed, wondering if she was really going to make him do this and sat down on the crate, gesturing for her to come to him. He almost smiled when she did, pulling her down onto his knee. It was amazing how much taller he was then her, smirking at the memory of her towering over him at one time. "He got hit on the head by a falling beam. Almost died." He explained. This much he knew because he had tried pulling his brother out of the house before catching flame himself.

Grace swallowed hard when she heard that and leaned her head against his shoulder, taking a deep breath. "I know it hurts for you to talk, Glen." She felt his arms wrap around her and smiled, snuggling further. She trusted him fully and remembered him at seven years old, wanting to play with her and Mark, tears flowing down her cheeks. "I'm sorry for what happened to both of you. I'm sorry for all of my father's lies. I'm sorry for everything. God I'm just so glad you're alive." She sniffled, not able to stop smiling at that. They weren't dead, they weren't ashes scattered to the wind. Glen was here with her and so was Mark, though he didn't remember her.

Glen was silent for a long time, thinking about everything that had happened. He knew about 'Taker assaulting her, everyone did because gossip and rumors FLEW in this company, especially gossip as juicy as that. He frowned, looking at Grace. She was a very attractive woman, no wonder the Undertaker was interested in her.

"Let him think you are siblings." He said finally.

"What?" She whispered, staring up at him with wide amber eyes, and sighed when she finally cottoned onto what he was saying. "Glen, how can I...how can I deceive him? I've only dreamed of this moment happening...not exactly like this, but having you both back in my life." She sniffled when he pressed his forehead to the side of her head, her eyes closing, and turned her head as the tears flowed rapidly down her cheeks.

Mark had assaulted her, she couldn't deny that, but damn it he didn't know who she was! Would it matter if all his memories came back? What if he never got them back and he never knew who she truly was? The thought tore her apart as Grace cried on Glen.

"If you don't want him to finish what he started you will lie." Glen said seriously, glad he wasn't using his voice box suddenly. It was loud and if anyone was listening in, they would definitely hear what he was saying. "Mark is not as you remember. He would not care even if he knew who you really were. It might provoke him further."

Grace knew he was right, no matter how much she wanted to deny it, and finally nodded. "Alright, I will not tell him." She softly whispered. "I guess it's better that I know he's alive and not telling him then not knowing at all." She smiled when Glen nodded, slowly standing up from his knee, and took the picture that he handed back to her. "I will make you a copy." She assured him and kissed the top of his head, just like she had done when they were kids. "I missed you Glenie." She grinned when he rolled his eyes, seeing him stand up to his full height, and actually blinked. "Wow, it looks like I don't tower over you anymore." She teased gently, not believing how big both boys -men- were now. It baffled her, though Mark was tall for an eleven year old boy to begin with. Glen was now taller than him and that was hard to believe.

"No." Glen chuckled, staring down at her and then picked her up under her arms to raise her eye level with him, looking down at the gap between the floor and her feet, snorting. "Shorty." He grunted, gently setting her down. His head snapped up when he heard someone coming, pushing her behind him, his entire body tensing. He growled when Mideon slunk into view.

"The Undertaker wants to see his sissy." He said with a sneer.

"It's alright." She whispered, pressing a hand to his tensed arm. "It's alright brother." She winked at him and stood on her tiptoes, hugging him tightly around the neck, and kissed his masked cheek, hearing him growling at Mideon while hugging her back. "I'll see you soon." She promised, tucking the picture securely in her pocket before reluctantly walking away, wiping stray tears away from her eyes. Glen and Mark were alive. Her boys. She smiled at Mideon as they walked up from the boiler room and into the hallway, trying to dry her tears up without messing up her eyeliner, finally arriving outside the Ministry's locker room.

"After you." Mideon growled, shoving her forward when she hesitated.

"No need to push me." She grunted, hissing since her torso was still incredibly sore.

"Push her again, Mideon, and I'll break your fingers one by one starting with the tips and then the knuckles." 'Taker threatened in a lazy drawl, gesturing to the chair beside his. "Come here, Grace, let's talk."

"She was with Kane, in the basement." Mideon said quickly, eager to get back in his master's good graces.

He held up a hand to silence his minion, staring at Grace. "Have a good conversation?"

"Yes, actually, we did." She couldn't stop smiling to save her life and walked over, sitting next to him, crossing one leg over the other, not able to stop staring at him.

Black hair. He used to have auburn locks, but those eyes -though they were acid- were still the same. His face was leaner and he had a strong chin. She couldn't believe how much he changed, the tattoos definitely surprising her. Then again, Mark had always been a rebel. She couldn't believe he was here, in the flesh, in her sights and she couldn't stop the tears from filling her eyes. It was almost as if a gigantic weight had been lifted off of her shoulders, not caring what he did to her. This was Mark, her Mark, her best friend that she mourned over for years, decades, and he was here. He was in front of her and it made her heart soar to the heavens.