Okay, ready to find out who Steph slapped?

TITLE: Revelations Chapter 3/? *WWF/V Crossover*

AUTHOR: Juliet3:16       

EMAIL: Sweetvalley99@aol.com

RATING: R

CONTENT:  VIOLENCE, RAPE/NON - CONSENSUAL SEX ADULT LANGUAGE, TORTURE

CATEGORY: ADULT, DRAMA, HORROR, ANGST

SPOILERS: Everything about mid 2000 for the WWF, For V: Everything except the regular TV series.

SUMMARY: The war between the Visitors and Earth goes on.

RECAP: A stranger from Stephanie's past in the last chapter brought about a violent reaction from Mrs. McMahon - Helmsley.  Now we find out who that person is.

DISCLAIMER: I own nobody in this story.  Vince owns the WWF characters, NBC/Sci - FI Channel, ETC., owns the V characters.  The character of Alexis Davis belongs to the show GENERAL HOSPITAL which is owned by ABC/Disney INC.

DISTRIBUTION: The Realm, Fanfiction.net.  Anywhere else, ask.

Revelations

Chapter Three.

    "You Son of a bitch!!!!!!!!!!" Stephanie hissed, every word laced with venom and hatred.

    The man was more shocked than surprised by Stephanie's reaction.  He'd expected the anger, wasn't prepared for the slap. "Steph........." he started to explain.

    "Don't!" Steph yelled out over the now silent room of people that were now watching the confrontation between Stephanie and this man.  "How could you? How could you betray my family and my husband?  A man you once said was like a brother to you?  Answer me that Shawn?"

    Shawn Michaels looked down to his shoes in shame, knowing he could never provide an answer that would satisfy Stephanie.  Steph continued the verbal barrage.

    "And how dare you walk in here a free man, while - while -" Stephanie stopped unable to continue.

    Andrew stood beside Stephanie gently grabbing her arm and gliding her away from Shawn.  "Come on Steph, don't do this to yourself," he said gently.

    A woman in a crisp brown business suit stepped towards Donovan.  "Excuse me Mr. Donovan?  I'm Alexis Davis, we spoke on the phone last week?"

    "Oh right Ms. Davis, the coordinator for the prosecution of the collaborators?  Nice to meet you." Donovan said shaking her hand.

    Alexis nodded her head. "Thank you. We've made arrangements for transportation of willing and converted human beings that collaborated with the Visitors during the War to New York, per Mrs. Parrish - Donovan's and Mr. Tyler's wishes."

    Donovan glared at Ham Tyler.  He knew Julie's request, afterall, one of the objectives of the conference was to reverse the conversion process that some of the people who collaborated with the Visitors were subjected to in order to make them cooperate with the scaly beings.  It was a subject as close to Julie's heart as it was Donovan's.  Juliet was the victim of an unsuccessful conversion as was Michael's son Sean.  Both were overseen by the Los Angeles Mothership's commander Diana, who managed to escape Earth during the final battle two years ago.

    One look at Ham Tyler's face told Michael Donovan all he needed to know about Ham Tyler's request to transfer collaborators.

    "Not all the lizard lovers were brainwashed Gooder," Tyler said, answering to the look on Donovan's face and tacking Tyler's old nickname for Donovan at the end.

    "If it were up to you all non - brainwashed collaborators would be found guilty without a trail and given a public hanging at Madison Square Garden," Donovan told Tyler.

    "Would that be so bad?" Stephanie fired back while shooting daggers at a downcast Shawn Michaels.

    Alexis Davis came over to the young woman.  "Are you Stephanie?"

    Stephanie nodded, recognizing the older woman's voice.  Stephanie had also talked to Alexis the previous week. "Is he- ?"

    "Yes, he is," Alexis answered.

    "Where is he?  Can I see him?" Stephanie asked.

    

    Alexis nodded.  "I can take you to where he's being held.  However, You should know that due to the extent of conversion he's had, there's a very good chance that he won't recognize you or anybody else from his past."

    Linda put a hand on her daughter's shoulder.  "Honey are you sure you want to do this?"

    Stephanie nodded wiping a tear from one of her eyes.

    "Yeah I do.  Let's go." And with that, Stephanie McMahon Helmsley and Alexis Davis left the room.

    "What's that all about?" Donovan asked turning to Andrew Martin for the answer.

    Andrew turned to answer Donovan.  "You don't wanna know, man." Fixing a death glare on Shawn Michaels, Andrew turned and walked away.

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    Stephanie walked down the corridor Alexis was leading her down growing more and more nervous about the dreaded confrontation that awaited her at the end of this hallway. Hey you wanted this, McMahon - Helmsley, she thought silently.

    Alexis stopped in front of a door.

    "He's in here," the older brunette stated.  She looked at Stephanie with concern in her eyes.  "You don't have to do this if you don't want to," Alexis said.

    "I have to," Stephanie said softly.

    Alexis nodded then motioned for the guard in front of the door to unlock it.

    The attorney gently squeezed Steph's hand as the former McMahon heiress turned to go.  "I'll be outside if you need me.  Just knock on the door when you're ready to leave."

    "Thank you," Steph said and slipped inside.

    The room was tiny, like a prison cell. Which I suppose it is, Stephanie mused.  It had only the basics of a prison cell, just barely enough room for a bed and a very tiny window.  Not exactly the luxurious accommodations the person before her was used to.  Or at least the person she used to know.

    The figure before her resembled nothing at all the person she used to know.  Hair unkempt and scraggly, a face with whiskers of grey that hadn't been shaved in Steph didn't know how long. But the biggest difference was in the man's eyes.

    Eyes that once lit up with love when she appeared now were cold and failed to show a hint of recognition for her.

    "Who the hell are you and what do you want?" The man's voice grounded out.

    Stephanie flinched at the well remembered tone.  She took a cautious step closer to the brainwashed man.

    "Hi Daddy," Stephanie Said.



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