I just have to remake my point. Probably because I'm tired and I'm starting to get delirious, but mostly because I want to. All of you reading this who submitted characters who are part of my cast, you all became part of the very first sibling MS story on ff.net. Thank you for your time.
"I have to ask you this." Hayate started, following his sister backstage once again. "If you get so mad at me all the time, like you just confessed in the car, then why do you keep bringing me along with you?"
"Because everybody else likes you." Amy shot over her shoulder. "And anyway, I don't think Mom and Dad trust you alone by yourself."
He narrowed his eyes and was about to say something smart back when a hand grabbed him on the shoulder and he almost jumped.
"Citizen Hayate, could I have a word with you please?" The Hurricane asked pleasantly, looking over at Amy. "Good day to you Miss Dumas." He greeted, tipping his hat in her direction and she waved back in response.
"Actually I was kind of busy." Hayate responded, trying not to laugh as he noticed the faint traces of purple still left in the superhero's hair.
"What do you have to do?" He asked curiously. Hayate's eyes got wide as he tried thinking up an excuse and the Hurricane nodded knowingly. "I didn't think you had anything to do." He said, grabbing a hold of the younger man's arm. "It's only gonna take a second Amy." He promised. As soon as they were out of ear shot he turned to Hayate. "I know it was you."
"You know what was me?" Hayate asked coolly, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest.
"The little stunt you pulled over at the Smackdown show." The Hurricane revealed. "With the back hair and the shaving and I know for a fact that the big hairy one is not a very happy person and wants to get revenge on whoever did that."
"I wouldn't be happy if my body was that hairy either." Hayate pointed out. "And why do I care if he wants revenge? He doesn't even know who I am."
The Hurricane smirked. "Yet."
Hayate's mouth dropped open. "What the hell do you mean yet? Why are you going to tell him anything?" He ran a hand through his freshly blue-dyed hair and glared over at the Hurricane as he waited for his response..
"Why?" He repeated. "Maybe because you did this to my hair!" He exclaimed, pointing to the patches of hair that were still tinged with purple.
"How dare you accuse me of doing something like that!" Hayate replied indignantly. "Why I've never been so insulted in my entire life."
"You didn't do this?" The Hurricane asked suspiciously. "Because some of the guys backstage said they saw you going into my room that night."
"I've never been anywhere near your room." Hayate rushed out. "So don't get any ideas."
The green and purple haired superhero thought it best to ignore that last comment and furrowed his eyebrows. "So if it wasn't you, then I wonder who it was."
"Well, you keep wondering and I'm gonna go find—"
"I think you should help me." The Hurricane cut in. "It would give us time to bond."
"If you think for one minute I'm going to bond with you then boy do you have another thing coming." Hayate snapped, stepping back so there was a few feet between the two. "Seriously, stay back where you are."
"Are you alright?" The superhero asked, peering at his newly acquired friend in concern. "Maybe you need to see our backstage psychologist. He's very helpful."
"I bet." Hayate snorted and then his eyes got wide when he realized the green-haired man in front of him wasn't kidding. "I'm not going to see a shrink and there's no way in hell I'm bonding with you."
The Hurricane nodded understandingly. "I understand. I'll keep trying to track the suspect down however. Because I am the Hurricane and nothing shall stand in the way between good and evil and….."
Hayate quickly darted away, faintly hearing the superhero spout something about 'in rain or shine or snow or sleet' or whatever and rolled his eyes.
"Couldn't have done it better myself." A female voice said lightly from his left and he spun around to come face to face with Trish Stratus.
"He's tried to bond with you before?" Hayate asked skeptically, forcing his eyes to stay level with hers and not stray down any farther.
Trish laughed. "Bond, trying to be molded into his new sidekick, it's all the same. He's very persistent though so more then likely he's gonna be back."
Hayate shook his head at the thought and stifled a groan.
"But don't worry about it." Trish laughed. "I know where we can go that he'll never find us."
"He's still looking for you too?" Hayate asked.
Trish nodded and held up a hat and dark brown wig. "Just incase." She explained and then grabbed his arm. "Come on, let's get going before he realizes you got away from his super grasp."
*~*~*~*
Stacy Kiebler looked between the poster on the wall and the 20 year old girl who was sitting in front of her with a scowl on her face, and immediately opted to study the picture until Andrew came back.
He was so taking this thing too far, Eleanor Cook thought to herself bitterly. It really wasn't my fault that Jeff Hardy was stupid enough to leave his bags out in the open like that and heaven forbid I decide to have some fun with his face paint. She looked up as the door swung open and actually heard Stacy breathe a sigh of relief.
"I can't leave you alone for two seconds it seems." Andrew exclaimed, dropping down into a chair next to Stacy.
"What was the damage?" Stacy asked curiously.
"$700." He answered slowly, looking like he was trying not to blow up at the next person to talk to him.
Elle narrowed her eyes. "There's no fucking way all that hair shit cost him that much."
"Well it did." Andrew argued, putting a hand to his head at the first sign of the oncoming headache.
"What, it's made out of gold or something?" Elle muttered, propping her elbows up on the table and earning an outraged look from her brother.
"That's not the goddamn point Eleanor!" He exploded. "The point is that it was Jeff's personal property and you had no right to go creating this mural on the outside of the building because you were bored and thought it would be fun." He took a deep breath and turned to his girlfriend. "And I thought you said you were going to keep an eye out for her."
"There's only so much you can do with her Andrew." Stacy replied evenly. "She's too damn anti-social."
"Why don't you tell your Barbie that—"
"Elle!" Andrew exclaimed before she could finish her comment. "Can't you get along with anyone ever?" He asked hypothetically, but not entirely surprised when her answer came as a blunt 'no'. "I can't have this conversation with you anymore." He said suddenly, pushing back from his chair and stalking out of the room.
Elle gave Stacy a knowing look and rolled her eyes when the blonde darted out of the room after her brother. She put her hands behind her head and leaned back in the chair, starting momentarily when somebody knocked on the door. "Yeah?" She called.
There was no response except for somebody tapping their foot on the ground and Elle rolled her eyes and dragged herself up off the chair to go and see who it was. She pulled open the door some more and her mouth dropped open when she caught sight of the person standing in front of her.
"Is Mr. McMahon available to speak with me?" Essa Rios, the former the former high-flying Mexican of the then WWF, asked her, leaning against the door frame with a bored expression on his face.
Elle looked behind her at the small room, and then back at him. "No he's not. Well actually, this isn't even his office. My brother just brought me in here to yell at me." She revealed, earning a small grin from Essa.
"Who's your brother?" He asked curiously, taking a seat at the dark blue round table.
"Andrew Martin." She replied thoughtfully. "Test." She supplied when Essa responded with a confused look on his face.
"I never really associated much with the people backstage." He confessed, propping his feet up on the table as Elle took the chair across from him. "Never really felt that they were good enough to associate with me or something. Except Amy." He added. "I used to love her."
"Used to?" Elle asked curiously, surprising herself at how eager she was to find out what happened between him and the red-haired diva.
He shrugged his shoulders. "Yeah it was stupid, I did something and the Hardy Boys rescued her. She never talked to me again."
"So she way overreacted?" Elle guessed and he nodded.
"You could say that."
"You look like you wouldn't quite get along with the Hardys." Elle observed, propping her chins on her hand.
Essa narrowed his eyes. "If I ever got a chance to get my hands on those punk Hardys and that bitch Amy—"
Ella held up her hand to stop the barrage of insults and threats. "Woah, calm down there killer." She advised. "They're probably running around here somewhere painting each others hair."
"So let's go find them." Essa said suddenly, a gleam in his eyes at the idea of seeing his old enemies again.
"I was supposed to stay here…" Elle trailed off, and then immediately threw her brother's warnings out the window and jumped out of her chair. "What the hell, let's get going."
*~*~*~*
"So you're gonna stay right here, right?" Rob Van Dam asked his younger brother Gerrod before he was scheduled to go out for a match."
He shrugged his shoulders in response. "Sure, but I don't see why I have to. I can take care of myself."
Rob ignored him with a wave of his hand and stretched his arms over his head before letting them drop down by his side. "Whatever dude. Just be careful, you wouldn't believe some of the weird people hanging around here."
"What about security?"
"Security usually lets them in." Rob responded. "But it's not my problem so, just look out." He advised and Gerrod rolled his eyes.
"Sure thing bro." He said sarcastically, settling down into a chair as he steadied his laptop on his legs. He was so focused on finishing the second to the last chapter of the book that he was writing that he didn't even notice someone standing above him until they cleared his or her throat.
"What are ya doing?" Victoria asked as she sat down in the seat across from him. She looked at him expectantly for an answer for what seemed like forever and he shrugged in response.
"Just writing some stuff." He said, pushing his dark blonde hair away from his face. He took a deep breath and tried focusing on the screen in front of him.
"Are you even going to look at me?" Victoria persisted, putting one hand on her hip.
Gerrod forced his eyes to meet hers and saw the smile on her face before anything else. "Sorry." He apologized. "I just kinda wanted to get this done before we had to leave for the next arena."
Victoria narrowed her eyes at the prospect of him going out with someone else and pursed her lips. "Well you could've at least told me before leading me on like that." She huffed and stalked down the hallway to someone who would listen to her bitching and complaining.
Gerrod got up with a confused look on his face and was about to call out after her when somebody rushed by him and promptly stumbled over the case he had left on the ground. "I'm so sorry about that." He rushed out, catching a hold of the girl before she fell on the ground. He steadied her on her feet and his breath caught in his throat when he saw whom it was he saved exactly.
"Don't worry about it." Amy replied with a startled look on her face.
"Hey are you alright?" Gerrod asked, dropping his hand from her arm when he noticed it still lingering there. "You look pretty shaken up."
"A little." She responded, catching her breath as she leaned against the wall. "I don't wanna bore you with the details though."
"You can bore me all you want." Gerrod replied with a teasing grin and Amy rolled her eyes but grinned.
"I just heard some backstage rumors that Essa Rios was back in the company and I'm sure I'm the last person he wants to see." Amy explained, glancing back and forth down opposite ends of the hall to make sure that he was no where to be seen. "You don't see him anywhere, do you?" She asked.
Gerrod shook his head in a reply. "Don't worry about it, I'm sure that's he's forgotten all about what went on by now."
"I'm sure he hasn't." Amy corrected him quickly, and then dropping down into one of the vacant chairs. "I just need to get out of here and I'll be fine."
"You want me to go with you?" Gerrod blurted out, and then mentally kicked himself for suggesting such a thing to her.
Instead of the reaction he was anticipating, she gave him a grateful smile and nodded. "You don't have to go with me but I wouldn't mind having someone walk me to my car."
"That'd be no problem." He answered. "So do you need to go get your stuff?" He asked when he noticed that her hands were empty.
"Oh yeah." She remembered quickly. "But I'll be right back!" She promised, sprinting off in the direction of the diva's locker room. She kept her promise and was walking back to him quickly a few minutes later, dragging her sports bag behind her.
"You want me to get that?" Gerrod offered as he held out his hand.
"You're the best." Amy sighed, grinning up at him as they started walking towards the parking lot. "So what have you been up to since I last talked to you?"
"You mean since I made a complete fool out of myself?" Gerrod corrected, a small smile lingering on his lips as he remembered their second encounter.
"Same thing." Amy teased, pushing open the doors. She scanned the lot and quickly picked her rental car out of all the others. "I'm right over there." She pointed and Gerrod followed behind her with her bags in hand.
They had just reached the small silver rental car when they heard footsteps racing behind them. "Amy, so nice to see you again." A heavily Mexican accented voice said from behind them and Amy froze in her place, not wanting to turn back around but grateful that Gerrod was here to protect her if things got bad.
*~*~*~*
Trixie Helmsley glanced around the corner slowly and let out a sigh of relief when she saw that the coast was clear. She pushed her shoulder length blonde hair away from her face and was about to step out from her hiding place when she caught sight of her brother and pulled back before she could be seen.
"So what kinda game are we playing here?" Someone asked from behind her quietly and she jumped around quickly, her heart beating a mile a minute, and came face to face with the presently blue/green haired Jeff Hardy.
"What do you think you're doing?" She scolded. "You practically scared the shit outta me."
Jeff gave her a big grin. "Sorry. I just wanted to know why you looked like you were auditioning for the next James Bond movie, that's all."
"It's nothing." Trixie replied hastily. "I'm just doing some spying on my brother."
"Okay, well then. As long as it's nothing." Jeff joked. He took a place next to her on the wall and started playing with a couple of the multi-colored plastic bracelets around his wrist.
Trixie looked over at him curiously. "What are you still doing here?"
Jeff shrugged. "Doesn't look like much does it?" He joked. "But do you wanna bracelet?" He asked, handing her a light blue one with sparkles on it.
"I guess so." She answered, taking the small piece of plastic jewelry from his outstretched hand. "You don't need to stay here you know." She added after a few minutes. "I was just planning on spying on him on my own."
"You looked like you could use some company." Jeff replied. "So anyway, what do you think Triple H is doing for you to be spying on him like this?"
"I think he's cheating on Stephanie." Trixie answered in a hushed tone with her eyes wide.
"Woah." Jeff breathed out slowly. "That's some not so good news but I know this perfect place where you'd be able to figure out if it was true or not."
Trixie looked at him suspiciously. "Where?" She started and before she even had a chance to finish her sentence Jeff had grabbed her by the hand and started pulling her along down the hallway. "Jeff, where are you taking?" She tried again but he didn't answer and left her trying to keep up with him. He led her down a maze of hallways and corridors and finally stopped in front of a brown door and reached over to pull it open for her. Trixie peered around the door and noticed a small narrow staircase leading some where upstairs.
"I didn't even know this place had an upstairs." She commented, and then noticed the pointed look Jeff was giving her. "You don't expect me to actually go up there, do you?"
"No, I just wanted to show it to you because I had nothing better to do."
"I'd believe it." Trixie muttered.
Jeff chose to ignore her and started heading up the staircases. "Come on." He called back after her. "You wanna find out if he's cheating on Steph don't you?"
"Yeah I do." Trixie sighed out after a while and followed Jeff up the stairs.
"Oh by the way." Jeff started, turning back around. "Don't let the door—" His eyes got wide when he heard the door slam closed behind Trixie. "Shut." He finished.
"Why?" Trixie asked with an alarmed look on her face.
Jeff dropped down on the top step and propped his chin on his hands. "Because it locks immediately from the outside."
Realization dawned on the Game's sister and she spun around on her heel and pounded her fists against the heavy door. "Is anybody out there?" She yelled loudly. "We got stuck in here! Somebody let us out!" She sighed heavily and turned back around to face the youngest Hardy. "How can you sit there so calm and collected like that?" She demanded, putting her hands on her hips.
"Happened to me a couple of times before." Jeff replied simply as he continued to play with the multi-color plastic bracelets. "But don't worry, they never leave without me."
"What about me though?" Trixie asked through clenched teeth as she slumped down onto the ground with her back pressed up against the door. "You've really done it this time Hardy."
"At least we got each other for company." Jeff supplied and the only way Trixie responded was with a heavy defeated sigh.
*~*~*~*
Everyone's eyes were turned at the sight of the lost looking dark-haired girl who held a notebook in one hand with her purse in the other. She was dressed casually in a pair of faded jeans and a blue tank top and a pair of sunglasses was resting on the bridge of her nose, allowing her to peer back at the people milling around backstage.
"Can I help you Miss?" A female stagehand finally asked after noting that no one else was about to take the time out of their busy schedules of taking pictures and looking pretty.
"Actually yeah." She replied with a relieved smile. "Can you tell me where I could find Lillian Garcia?"
"Absolutely, right this way."
Maxina followed the girl wordlessly and her eyes grew wide at the superstars who were just lounging around as if they didn't have a care in the world and her eyes rested on a certain blonde haired champion of the world who was standing in front of a mirror by himself. He caught eyes with her briefly through the mirror and a small grin escaped his lips and Maxina blushed and bumped into the girl as she came to a stop.
"She should be in there." The girl said briefly, disappearing just as soon as she appeared.
Maxina raised her hand and knocked on the door to the small room and waited outside patiently as her sister called out 'she'd be right there'.
"Anything I can help you with or is it strictly an announcer thing?" A male voice asked from behind her and she turned around slowly to face the same ideal man she just passed by a few seconds ago. He looked her up and down before smiling slowly. "Because I really hope it's something I can help you with."
Just then the door was pulled open to reveal a hurried looking Lillian Garcia. The expression on her face remained the same when she caught sight of Triple H but turned into a huge grin when she saw her younger sister standing there. "Max!" She squealed, pulling the dark-haired girl into a tight hug.
"It's so good to see you again!" Maxina replied with an equally excited look on her face as she finally detached herself from her older sister's grasp.
"Girl you look terrific." Lillian complimented, holding her away at arms length. "Paul, this is my younger sister Maxina." She introduced reluctantly after he cleared his throat rather loudly. "Maxina, its Paul."
"Lillian, I'm hurt that you don't think more of me." Triple H answered back to her brief introduction. He reached out and grabbed Maxina's hand and brought it up to his lips and smiled at her. "But it's my pleasure to meet you."
Lillian rolled her eyes at the idea that Triple H thought that would work on her sister, and then outright groaned when she saw it had worked on Maxina, who was giggling as he whispered something into her ear. "Okay, I'm going to be in my office if you need anything." She said to whoever would listen. "Max why don't you give me a call when you're all finished up here and we can go get something to eat so we can catch up."
Maxina tore her gaze away from Triple H and nodded earnestly at Lillian. "Absolutely Lil. Good luck with that work you have to do." She added and then reached over, giving her sister a parting hug. "It is really good to see you again."
"You too." Lillian trailed off as she watched her sister walk away with one of the most dangerous men in the federation and got a heavy feeling in her stomach, but quickly pushed it away when she thought of all the work that still needed to be done. She would be okay by herself, wouldn't she?
I'm gonna keep on with chapter 6. I'm like the little engine that could. Actually I'm not like that at all…