A.N- Thank you for sticking by to read the ending of it... ^_^;; Sorry for the lack of updates, but here it is!
All usual disclaimers apply.
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"I am *not* going to talk! I'm *not* going to tell any of you anything!" Shane paced behind the table set up in the middle of the interrogation room.
One of the FBI officers there just sat patiently. "Mr. McMahon, if you don't want to get yourself in any more trouble, you better tell us what we want to know. Is it true that The Rock is alive?"
"I already talked enough with that-"
The officer stood up. "Fine. You don't want to talk? We've got the whole time of the world to do this."
Shane sat down, folding his arms. "Fine. If we got the whole time of the world I won't talk. But you won't find out anything anyway!" Another officer walked in and whispered something to the first officer, and both walked out but Vince and Angel walked in. "Oh, great! What do you two want? Aren't you glad enough that I'm stuck in here?!"
Vince got in front of his son. "Listen to me pal, you got yourself in all this, understand?"
Shane's defying look never left his eyes. He didn't care, or at lest didn't seem to care. Angel said, "Shane, we're not here to make fun of you. We just want answers."
Shane smirked. "About what? About *Rocky*?"
Vince sighed. He had never actually wanted to see his son like this; in jail, but Shane deserved all this and more. "Shane, you know what we want to know. Is The Rock really alive?"
Shane smirked. "What do you care about, dad? You've never cared about The Rock, why start now?"
Angel didn't know what to say. What if Shane didn't talk? What if Shane just didn't say anything? Angel couldn't do that. Too many things had happened... Too many people had been hurt to just let all of this go... And if The Rock was really alive they just had to keep asking. "Shane, please. You already lost everything. You already lost your company, your money... Now you're going to lose your liberty... Make something right and tell us where The Rock is. Is he really alive?"
Shane's look never left his eyes, but answered. "Yes, The Rock is still alive."
Vince, seeing a sign of hope, sat next to Shane. "Shane, where is he?"
Shane just didn't answer. Vince stayed there looking at him and Shane said, "You're just enjoying this, aren't you? You're finally going to win all this fight against the Alliance, huh? Well, you have no clue how wrong you are. Stephanie still owns ECW and Paul Heyman is going to take over my part."
"Shane, this isn't about the WWF or the Alliance anymore. This is about you now. Come on, try to make this a bit better. Shane... Son..."
Shane turned to look at him. "*Vince*, I know all that. I..." Shane didn't finish saying anything.
Vince turned to Angel and shook his head. Angel didn't want to leave yet. She wanted to find out where Rock was and she didn't want to give up. Not now... As they started leaving, Shane stood up. "Dad, wait. I... I'll tell you where he is."
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Angel paced back and forth at the living room of her apartment. Marie looked up from what she was reading. "Would you stop pacing...? You're making *me* nervous!"
Angel tried sitting down, but just stood back up again. "I can't help it. Do you think he's ok? What if Shane's lying?"
Rachel shook her head. "That boy is in enough trouble as it is, I don't think he'd do that. But then again... Never mind, I don't even know what to tell you."
J.C was playing a PlayStation game and just looked up to look at Angel. Angel sighed and sat down. "Guys, thank you so much for your support in all this. I don't think I could have done it without the three of you..."
All of them smiled and before anyone could say anything the phone started ringing. They all looked at each other and Marie got the phone. "Hello? Yeah, she's right here. Sure, I'll tell her. Thanks. Ok, bye." Marie hanged up and saw everyone looking at her. "That was Vince. They found Rock, they're bringing him to a hospital and he wanted to ask if we wanted to go."
With the last phrase said, they all stood up and rushed out the door to head to the hospital.
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When they got to the hospital, Vince was just arriving to the waiting room. Angel went up to him immediately. "Is he ok?"
Vince sighed. "Well... he's not... He's as ok as he can be. He *is* really hurt and hasn't recovered, but at least he's still alive." They all sighed in relief and Vince continued. "Shane had him in a cabin that we bought. He had a doctor there with him... Just... I don't understand my son..."
Rachel asked, "But is Rocky going to be ok?"
"The doctor is not sure, but he thinks that with enough care he'll get better. He has been in a light comma all this time and Shane had been sedating him. He has fractured ribs, bruises, scratches... He's not in the best of shape by far, but we should be grateful he's alive."
Marie nodded. "We *are* grateful. So, he's going to stay here?"
"Yeah, but he's going to be under the best of care with the best doctors."
A doctor walked up to them. "Mr. McMahon, The Rock's in his room now. He showed some signs of response, so his condition seems to be improving already."
The doctor directed all of them to a hall where there were some rooms with windows showing inside. When they stopped outside one of them they saw Rock for the very first time in a whole month. He had been connected to an artificial respirator and seemed to be just sleeping. Neither of them knew what to say at first. After a bit longer than a month they had thought he The Rock was dead, and now he was just across a window. The doctor left them there for a while and Vince turned to Angel. "You want to go in?"
Angel looked at him in surprise. "Me? To..."
"Yeah. After all, you helped a lot in all this. Who knows where Rock would be if...Well, you know. Do you want to go in?"
Angel looked at her friends then at Rock, and then at Vince while nodding. When she walked in she was surprised how he as. He didn't seem like The Rock she had seen the last time she had seen him, but all in all she was glad he was ok. She sat down on a chair next to his bed, thinking. The investigation was over. The guilty person was in jail and so was everyone else that helped him. She had lost her job as well in the process, but she didn't care.
'Who cares!', she thought. 'I needed a vacation anyway.'
She didn't know what to do or what to say to the man she had been looking for all this time. He was really there; alive. "Hey Rocky. Man, are we glad to have you back... We've missed you so much and we really can't wait to see you be your old self again. You're going to layeth the smackethdown in no time, you'll see."
Just as she was getting up to start to leave she thought she had seen Rock move his hand. Angel stayed there for a while more, but nothing else happened, so she started to leave. As she was getting out she heard a small cough and turned quickly to see Rock starting to stir slightly and finally open his eyes, flinching when the light hit his eyes for the first time in a long time. Very slowly, he started to look around, trying to see where he was.
Angel made her way back to his side and couldn't recognize if Rock remembered what happened, but when he looked at her she said, "Hi. Don't worry, you're going to be just fine. You're safe now. The nightmare's over."
Rock didn't know who the hell she was or what she was doing there, but he just nodded lightly and closed his eyes so he could rest, hoping the nightmare would never come back again...
All usual disclaimers apply.
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"I am *not* going to talk! I'm *not* going to tell any of you anything!" Shane paced behind the table set up in the middle of the interrogation room.
One of the FBI officers there just sat patiently. "Mr. McMahon, if you don't want to get yourself in any more trouble, you better tell us what we want to know. Is it true that The Rock is alive?"
"I already talked enough with that-"
The officer stood up. "Fine. You don't want to talk? We've got the whole time of the world to do this."
Shane sat down, folding his arms. "Fine. If we got the whole time of the world I won't talk. But you won't find out anything anyway!" Another officer walked in and whispered something to the first officer, and both walked out but Vince and Angel walked in. "Oh, great! What do you two want? Aren't you glad enough that I'm stuck in here?!"
Vince got in front of his son. "Listen to me pal, you got yourself in all this, understand?"
Shane's defying look never left his eyes. He didn't care, or at lest didn't seem to care. Angel said, "Shane, we're not here to make fun of you. We just want answers."
Shane smirked. "About what? About *Rocky*?"
Vince sighed. He had never actually wanted to see his son like this; in jail, but Shane deserved all this and more. "Shane, you know what we want to know. Is The Rock really alive?"
Shane smirked. "What do you care about, dad? You've never cared about The Rock, why start now?"
Angel didn't know what to say. What if Shane didn't talk? What if Shane just didn't say anything? Angel couldn't do that. Too many things had happened... Too many people had been hurt to just let all of this go... And if The Rock was really alive they just had to keep asking. "Shane, please. You already lost everything. You already lost your company, your money... Now you're going to lose your liberty... Make something right and tell us where The Rock is. Is he really alive?"
Shane's look never left his eyes, but answered. "Yes, The Rock is still alive."
Vince, seeing a sign of hope, sat next to Shane. "Shane, where is he?"
Shane just didn't answer. Vince stayed there looking at him and Shane said, "You're just enjoying this, aren't you? You're finally going to win all this fight against the Alliance, huh? Well, you have no clue how wrong you are. Stephanie still owns ECW and Paul Heyman is going to take over my part."
"Shane, this isn't about the WWF or the Alliance anymore. This is about you now. Come on, try to make this a bit better. Shane... Son..."
Shane turned to look at him. "*Vince*, I know all that. I..." Shane didn't finish saying anything.
Vince turned to Angel and shook his head. Angel didn't want to leave yet. She wanted to find out where Rock was and she didn't want to give up. Not now... As they started leaving, Shane stood up. "Dad, wait. I... I'll tell you where he is."
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Angel paced back and forth at the living room of her apartment. Marie looked up from what she was reading. "Would you stop pacing...? You're making *me* nervous!"
Angel tried sitting down, but just stood back up again. "I can't help it. Do you think he's ok? What if Shane's lying?"
Rachel shook her head. "That boy is in enough trouble as it is, I don't think he'd do that. But then again... Never mind, I don't even know what to tell you."
J.C was playing a PlayStation game and just looked up to look at Angel. Angel sighed and sat down. "Guys, thank you so much for your support in all this. I don't think I could have done it without the three of you..."
All of them smiled and before anyone could say anything the phone started ringing. They all looked at each other and Marie got the phone. "Hello? Yeah, she's right here. Sure, I'll tell her. Thanks. Ok, bye." Marie hanged up and saw everyone looking at her. "That was Vince. They found Rock, they're bringing him to a hospital and he wanted to ask if we wanted to go."
With the last phrase said, they all stood up and rushed out the door to head to the hospital.
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When they got to the hospital, Vince was just arriving to the waiting room. Angel went up to him immediately. "Is he ok?"
Vince sighed. "Well... he's not... He's as ok as he can be. He *is* really hurt and hasn't recovered, but at least he's still alive." They all sighed in relief and Vince continued. "Shane had him in a cabin that we bought. He had a doctor there with him... Just... I don't understand my son..."
Rachel asked, "But is Rocky going to be ok?"
"The doctor is not sure, but he thinks that with enough care he'll get better. He has been in a light comma all this time and Shane had been sedating him. He has fractured ribs, bruises, scratches... He's not in the best of shape by far, but we should be grateful he's alive."
Marie nodded. "We *are* grateful. So, he's going to stay here?"
"Yeah, but he's going to be under the best of care with the best doctors."
A doctor walked up to them. "Mr. McMahon, The Rock's in his room now. He showed some signs of response, so his condition seems to be improving already."
The doctor directed all of them to a hall where there were some rooms with windows showing inside. When they stopped outside one of them they saw Rock for the very first time in a whole month. He had been connected to an artificial respirator and seemed to be just sleeping. Neither of them knew what to say at first. After a bit longer than a month they had thought he The Rock was dead, and now he was just across a window. The doctor left them there for a while and Vince turned to Angel. "You want to go in?"
Angel looked at him in surprise. "Me? To..."
"Yeah. After all, you helped a lot in all this. Who knows where Rock would be if...Well, you know. Do you want to go in?"
Angel looked at her friends then at Rock, and then at Vince while nodding. When she walked in she was surprised how he as. He didn't seem like The Rock she had seen the last time she had seen him, but all in all she was glad he was ok. She sat down on a chair next to his bed, thinking. The investigation was over. The guilty person was in jail and so was everyone else that helped him. She had lost her job as well in the process, but she didn't care.
'Who cares!', she thought. 'I needed a vacation anyway.'
She didn't know what to do or what to say to the man she had been looking for all this time. He was really there; alive. "Hey Rocky. Man, are we glad to have you back... We've missed you so much and we really can't wait to see you be your old self again. You're going to layeth the smackethdown in no time, you'll see."
Just as she was getting up to start to leave she thought she had seen Rock move his hand. Angel stayed there for a while more, but nothing else happened, so she started to leave. As she was getting out she heard a small cough and turned quickly to see Rock starting to stir slightly and finally open his eyes, flinching when the light hit his eyes for the first time in a long time. Very slowly, he started to look around, trying to see where he was.
Angel made her way back to his side and couldn't recognize if Rock remembered what happened, but when he looked at her she said, "Hi. Don't worry, you're going to be just fine. You're safe now. The nightmare's over."
Rock didn't know who the hell she was or what she was doing there, but he just nodded lightly and closed his eyes so he could rest, hoping the nightmare would never come back again...
