Dis: What you know is not mine, the rest is fiction.

A/N: Here we go with round two. I uploaded after a fire alrm was pulled in my dorm, so there might be some mistakes.

It was good to see the SmackDown guys again. Everyone loves the joint Pay-Per-Views, especially the Divas. A group of them were giggling in the corner of the cafeteria. If Jessica was here, she would be right in the middle of them catching up on all the gossip so she can use it as blackmail. She knew she was the baby of the WWE family and could get away with almost anything.

One of them spotted me eating by myself. I looked down at my turkey in gravy to try to avoid their eyes, but it didn't work. I waved as Nidia came and sat down next to me. Her smile started to faded as she remembered the question she had to ask.

"So… what's the word?" She asked me in a somewhat serious tone. I gave a slight smile as she took a piece of my roll.

"The doctor said that she is doing better, but they've been saying that for the last week." I put down my fork as she helped herself to some of my mashed potatoes. "They are hoping that she will be awake by the end of the month."

She gave an innocent smile and patted me on the arm. "There is no hope involved. She will wake up, and soon. We all know she will. She just needs to take her own time."

"Yeah, she can be stubborn sometimes."

"Sometimes? Try all the time. I wonder where she gets it." I rolled my eyes at the little Diva. "Do you know if the gift Victoria and I sent got to the hospital alright? We sent it along with Lita and Trish's"

"I think I remembered seeing it. But there were so many new ones the last time I was there."

She nodded and ran off to rejoin her friends. After finishing my meal I went to the ring to watch some of the guys get ready for their matches. Charlie Hass and John Cena were goofing around while a bunch of other guys were relaxing and getting prepared for tonight's show.

"Hey man, you kickin us out?" John asked when he spotted me.

"Nope, just taking a walk."

"Cool man, but if you're looking for someone particular, I don't think he's left the locker room."

I wasn't planning on looking for him or even talking to him. But, everyone knew he had made a habit of not leaving the locker rooms since the last time he left Jessica's side, so I knew where to find him.

I pushed open the Raw locker room door and saw him sitting on a bench with his back against the wall. His hood was up and he was listening to his CD player. He's been listening to his CD player non stop lately. At least he was over the original shock that first hit after the night…

I shook my head. I didn't want to relive that night. The call had woken me up. I sat on my bed for a half hour after in complete shock, not able to hang up the phone.

I went up behind him and yanked his hood off of him. "Randy," I said looking down at the startled boy.

He pulled off his headphones and the music flowed from them. I recognized the song, it was one of Jessica's favorites.

"Uh, hey, Kane." His eyes went wide. "Any change?"

I shook my head and sat down across from him. "No." He shrugged and tossed his CD player into his bag. "I'm going back tomorrow after Raw if you want me to bring anything."

"No, I'm going to stop by on Tuesday and take Malfoy off of Amanda's hands for a while."

There was an uneasy silence between us. Contrary to popular belief, I do not hate the kid. We didn't really talk before Jessica and him were together, and when they were together I had to play the overprotective father who never trusted the boyfriend. You know, the kind that cleans his gun when the date comes to pick up his daughter. But, I don't own a gun, so I would stand really close to him and look down at him with my arms crossed. This was easy since I was almost a foot taller than him.

Now that they were separated, and Jessica had crushed his heart, I felt as though I should talk to him. Just to make sure he was okay, or something.

"So how are you holding up?" I asked him grabbing my own bag and pulling out my gear for the night.

"Me? I should be asking about you. I mean your daughter is in the hospital hooked up to machines that are saving her life. How are you doing?"

"I'm doing as best as I can. I feel horrible, but every night I go out and do my job. I'm a professional." I sighed, I had told myself that line every night and every morning when I looked at the mirror. 'I am a professional and I have a job to do. Jessica would not want me to stop everything for her.' I smiled. Jessica loved the fact that the fans came first in this business, because at heart she was a fan.

He shook his head. "I wish I had your strength."

I took off my tennis shoes and looked at him. He hadn't slept for longer than in hour in days. His face was thin and pale.

"You never answered my question. How are you holding up?"

"I'm… I'm alright."

He was lying, I could tell. He loved my daughter more than life itself. It looked like his whole world was crashing down on top of him. Recently stripped of the title, he was living at an all time low now.

I saw that he didn't feel like talking so I grabbed my outfit and went to change.

"Do you,… do you think that,… that what they say is true? That,… that she did this to herself… That she…"

"I know my daughter. She has a lot that she wants to live for and would not risk it. She's too stubborn to die, and she will wake up soon."

After the show I was sitting in the trainer's room when Mark, The Undertaker, came in.

"What? Did you hurt your elbow again?" He asked whipping the black makeup off of his face.

"No, it just acts up every now and then." I held the bag of ice as the trainer wrapped it in place.

"Tell me about it. I can barley walk after a match like tonight."

"Face it Mark, we're getting too old for this."

"No, you're getting to old for this. You daughter is almost twenty, mine's only a baby."

It was a running joke between us that he's a new 'hip' father and I'm an old man, but I knew as soon as he said that he wanted to take it back.

"Shit, Glenn, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to bring up Jessica."

"It's alright man. You'll see, everything will soon be back to normal and she'll be running around here with that dog of her's, driving everyone crazy."

He gave a slight laugh and slowly sat down, grunting with every inch he moved. "Maybe we are getting too old for this."

"Yeah, but the fans love it, and it pays well. And you know we would have nothing to do if we weren't wrestling."

"But there are so many new faces. It's a new era of professional wrestling, and we've seen what, the last eight or nine?"

I laughed. "We're not that old. Besides, you see the looks we get when we step out. We are legends, the Dead Man and his brother the Big Red Machine. Remember the first time Jessica saw you wrestle? Her mouth was hung wide open for the next three hours. Those moments are the reason we are still here."

He agreed as the trainer cut off the tape on his ankle. We went on for a while longer joking about nothing really. I started to get up and leave when Vince opened the door.

"Hey, Vince," Mark started. "We were just reminiscing about old times, we…"

He stopped. Vince looked out of breath as though he had just sprinted down the hall way as fast as he could. Vince turned to me and put his hand on my shoulder.

"The hospital just called."

My heart sank as Mark stood up from the table.

"Glenn, she's awake."