Disclaimer: Own nobody, but the new girl, Fiona Miller.

A/N: Dedicated to the fabby Miss Calysto-Hemlsley and the brill Hurricane's Sidekick. :)

A] Trish won! WOOOOO! *cough* err… I mean, ok. Thanks voters!

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Kane chocked "Trish?!" he asked, laughingly.

Undertaker nodded. "But if you tell anyone, I will lock you in a burning house. Again."

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Fiona sat on the bed in the hotel room, and looked at Trish with wide eyes. "And then, we were heading to the Registry office, and Erik and Kane were making so much of a racket that Undertaker had to stop the car!" Trish said, laughing. "He said that we couldn't go any further and they had to belt up!"

Fiona just laughed. She had missed out on so much that wouldn't have actually happened if she hadn't gone missing. Trish was such a great story teller, too. Fiona could picture Vince's face when he found out, hear the crowd's roar to the tapes and feel the atmosphere backstage. "Your turn," Trish said, grinning.

Trish sat in silence as Fiona told her about, well, everything, from the shock of meeting Erik to his proposal, to David's leadership to Hall and Nash's "Let's get Taker" campaign. She told Trish that if they hadn't arrived at that moment, she probably would have had no choice but to say "yes".

Trish hugged her friend tightly, telling her everything would be all right, but Fiona felt fine, over the past few days her emotions had numbed. And they weren't the only things that had.

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"OW!" Chrissie said, holding her back. She had fallen one of the moves wrongly in the training ring. Her back was sore, but it was no biggie. She got up off the mat and turned to look at Undertaker again. "So I have to get the other person to land it flat?" she asked her 'father'.

"Yeah… you sure you're ok?" he asked her. He had been showing her how to pull off a Last Ride.

"Just a little bump. A touch of ring rust." Christine said. Over the past couple of days, she hadn't had much exercise, and the strenuous workout that she had been given was painful on her underexercised limbs. "I don't think I should practise on you, first" she said to the Undertaker, and she turned to look at Trish. "Can I Last Ride you?"

Undertaker and Trish laughed. "Sure. Thank you for asking." Trish said, and cautiously stepped forward.

"Maybe I should show you how to take one, first…" Undertaker said. "We don't want a major accident on our hands."

"Your faith in me in amazing, Daddy." Chrissie said dryly.

Undertaker gave Trish the Last Ride, being very gentle with her. As Trish winced in pain, Undertaker helped her up, and looked deeply into her eyes, and Trish looked back. "Thanks" Trish whispered.

"No problem" Undertaker said.

"I think you're going weak, Daddy!" Chris announced, trying to get them to notice there was a third person in the room. If she didn't know any better, she would say that he fancied her.

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Fiona was backstage for the show tonight, wearing black leather-look trousers and another savaged Undertaker shirt. She didn't have anything to do, except shoot a promo vowing revenge on Hall and Nash. Her bruises had almost healed, so she got one of the makeup artists to exaggerate them. By the time Sophia had finished, Fiona looked like she had been run over several times.

"And if it's the last thing I do, I will get payback on you… take my word for it!" Chrissie said, and started to walk off, which was the cue for the camera to follow her retreating then cut, but X-Pac stopped her.

"Well, well, well. If it isn't Chrissie Calaway!" he said, sneering. "I had hoped that Hall and Nash would've got the job finished, but it looks like it's going to be left up to me!" he said. "How about I see you in the ring, no holds barred?"

"Why wait till then?" Chrissie asked, seeing red.

"What?" X-Pac asked, before Chrissie threw a punch. He staggered backwards, and picked up a bar, and hit Chrissie with it. She fell onto the floor, pain shooting through her arm. He went to hit her again, but she rolled out of the way, and picked up the trashcan. She threw it at X-Pac, and he caught it, so she kicked the can. He staggered back, and she picked up the bashed can, and hit it across his head. He started bleeding, and she pulled him up by his hair and threw him across the packing boxes. He had his hand on the side of one of the open packing boxes, so she slammed the lid on his fingers. He fell onto the floor, clutching his hand in pain, and she spat down on him, before walking off.

"Don't mess with me!" she yelled at him.

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"Ow!" Trish had convinced Fiona to go get someone to see to her arm, and there was a numbing pain through it.

Trish shook her head. "I don't know what possessed you! Attacking X-Pac like that! Not that he doesn't deserve it, sticking up for those two little…"

"Come on, this is X-Pac we're talking about. His surname is "Sucks". He has the mentality of half a carrot, and the originality of a rock. I'm not worried." Fiona said, calmly. "What's he going to do? Kidnap me?"

Trish looked at Fiona sceptically. "But his best friends are Hall and Nash…"

"Doesn't have a very good taste in friends, then, does he?" Fiona retorted. "Look, I'm not panicking. Is Undertaker going to let me get savaged? I don't think so. I mean, the best that lot could do was Erik. They aren't exactly big on cute guys."

Trish looked out of the window, her eyes glazed over slightly, and a stupid half-grin spread it's way across her face. She ran her fingers through her hair.

"Trish?"

"Yeah?"

"What was that?" Fiona asked.

"What, Chrissie?" She asked, turning to look back at Fiona.

"You've got a crush on someone! Who is it, who was out there?!" Fiona asked, trying to stand up and look out of the window.

"Sit down please, Miss Calaway!" The Med guy said, pushing her back into the seat. Trish grinned triumphantly.

"Come on, Trish! Tell me who it is you fancy!" Fiona pleaded.

Trish paused for a second. "Oh, ok… I like…"

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A] Jeff

B] Kane

C] Undertaker

D] Other

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