"Hey Jeff! Ya wanna come with me to get my tattoo?" I asked as I ran into the living room covered in dirt from the dirt biking ride I took with Shannon.

"Yeah, sure. I'd love to go, but I would suggest you go shower and change," he said looking me up and down. Shannon walked in as I started to walk out the door.

"Shane and I will be picking you up in a half hour," I said.

"Shane's coming?" he asked hurtfully.

"Yeah, is that okay?"

"Yeah." He hung his head and then slapped his forehead like he had just remembered something. "I just remembered that I have to go meet someone in a little while."

"YOU DO?!" Shannon exclaimed. Jeff shot him a death glare and Shannon sneaked away into the bathroom.

"Oh. I wish you could come," I said with a hurt tone.

"I'm sorry. But come back and show it to me right away! Promise?" he asked with a smile.

"Yeah, okay, I'll do that." I walked back to him and kissed his cheek. "I'll see ya later. Have fun with that person."

"I will. Bye babe!" he said as I walked out the door.

I jumped back on Jeff's bike and rode back home. I pulled up next to Shane's car and ran inside caked in mud. I walked through the door and deposited my helmet on the welcome mat.

"Casey, please go outside and take your gear off. You'll make a mess in here!" I heard Gil say from the kitchen.

"How'd you know I was covered in mud?" I asked as I walked onto the porch.

"Jeff. He was always walking in here like that. And you being just like Jeff, he figured you were doing the same thing," Matt said through the screen door.

"That's so bizarre." I pulled off my gear and left my jeans, sweatshirt, and boots on the porch. I walked inside in my athletic tank and netted shorts.

"Hey Case, when are ya gonna be ready to go?" Shane asked from my room. I peeked my head inside my room and raised my eyebrows. "Can I help you with something?" I asked as I stepped inside with my arms crossed.

"No....why?" he asked.

"Maybe because you are in my room!" I walked over to him and stared at him sternly. I then dropped my arms and placed a kiss on the top of his green hair, before sitting next to him. "What are you doin in here anyways?"

"Just waiting for you." He looked at me and smiled. He wiped his hand down my cheek. "Someone was dirt biking!"

"Yeah I was. I went with Shannon on one of Jeff's bikes. It's such a rush. I love it."

"Well, I'm thinking you need to shower. You look like you just had sex in the mud," he said with a laugh. He stopped laughing abruptly and raised an eyebrow. "Are you sure that the bike is the rush and not Shannon?"

My mouth opened wide and I slapped his arm. "That's right. Shannon and I are sleeping together behind yours and Crystal's back. And oh baby is it great! Sugar, you could learn a thing or two from Shan." I walked out of my room smiling leaving Shane there with his jaw resting on my pillow. I jumped in the shower and washed all the dirt and mud off of me. I walked back into my room, 20 minutes later, to find Shane sitting in the same spot, same position, with the same look on his face as when I had left him.

"I can't believe you said that," Shane said with a hurt full expression. I walked over to him with my towel wrapped around me and kissed his cheek.

"You know I was just playin," I said as he pulled me onto his lap. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him softly.

"Were you really?" he asked seriously. My smile faded as I sensed the hurt in his eyes.

"Of course I was. I wouldn't do that, neither would Shan. Shane, why would you think that I was ser....Randy. You believed him, didn't you?" I asked as I stood off his lap.

"I didn't then, but Case, you have to understand, you were very believable when you said that stuff. I was joking, but I wasn't sure if you were." He stood and took my hands. "I'm sorry. I know I shouldn't have even had that thought. I know you wouldn't have done any of that."

"Shane, I love you. I don't want to hurt you. I just thought that it was such an absurd thing to ask. Ya know? I'm not interested in Shannon." He pulled me back onto the bed and kissed me softly. "I'd better get ready to go get my tattoo....before I chicken out!"

"You won't chicken out. I won't let you. What are you getting anyways? I personally think you should get Sugar tattooed on your cute ass!" He laughed and slapped me slightly.

"Not EVER will I do that!" I said seriously as I pulled a tank top out of my closet and a pair of cut off shorts.

"Seriously though, what are you getting and where are you getting it?" he asked as he watched me get dressed. He eventually pulled out my laptop and began to work on my website, for me.

"I want to get a dragon. Probably on my lower back. What you do you think?" I asked facing him in my bra and shorts.

"Right now.....I think you can guess what's goin on in my mind," he said with a suggestive smile.

"Sorry Mr. Helms, but you will just have to put your sugar on hold. I have a tattoo to get!" I said pulling my shirt over my head. I pulled on a bandanna and grabbed my bag. We walked downstairs to find Matt and Amy with their arms crossed blocking the doorway.

"Excuse me, we'd like to leave," Shane said trying to push Matt aside.

"Sorry. Can't let that happen. I don't want my little sister getting a tattoo," Matt said firmly.

"Matt, I'm not your little sister and although I love you, I don't care if you want me to get one or not. I have wanted one for too long and now that I can get one, I'm doing it. So, kindly move out of our way or I will have to get all Mystic Angel on your ass," I said threateningly.

"Case, are you sure you want one? I mean, look at me. I've got tons of them. They get addictive. You may want to rethink this!" Amy said.

"No. I want one. Just one. Okay, maybe two, but that's questionable. I'm getting my dragon and that's final!" I yelled. I pushed through them and Shane followed. I jumped in the driver's seat of his Chrysler and waited for him to give me his keys. He sat in the passenger seat and reluctantly handed over his keys.

We drove to his home town of Smithfield to go to the guy that had done his belly button piercing. When we arrived at First Impressions, it took me awhile to get out of the car and actually go in. Fear was starting to settle and it was settling hard. Shane dragged me into the building and I began shaking.

"Angel, calm down. It's not that bad. I'll be here to hold your hand the whole time," Shane said in a soothing tone. He wrapped a comforting arm around my waist as a man in jeans and a white t-shirt walked out. He many tattoos and a couple piercings. He walked up to me, smiled, and shook Shane's hand.

"So, is this the girl you were talking about? Your sister right?" he asked.

"Sister? Ahhhhh, Case, is there something that I don't know about?" Shane asked jokingly.

"If there is then I don't know it either!" I laughed.

"No Will, this is Casey, my girlfriend." I smiled sweetly and shook his hand.

"She looks like Jeff!" he laughed.

"Yeah, I know. Isn't it amazing?!" Shane laughed.

"Anyways, can we get onto my tattoo?" I asked impatiently.

"Sorry, baby. She wants her first tattoo. A dragon on the small of her back," Shane explained. Will smiled and took my hand as he pulled me to a large wall of pictures.

"These are all the dragons that we have done in the past. If there is another kind of design you want just show me how to do it." I looked over the wall and found the perfect dragon. It was one like RVD's and I knew that was the one I wanted. I pointed it out to him and explained that I wanted the dragon to be light blue and dark blue.

Will brought me into a side room that was filled with his equipment. He motioned for me to sit in a cushioned seat. I sat backwards in the seat as Shane pulled a seat in front of me and held my hand. Will pulled the back of my shirt up. He prepared the area as I took in a deep breath and closed my eyes. I kept them closed as I heard a loud buzzing noise and squeezed them as I felt little pin pricks on y back. A tear slipped down my cheek as the pain increased. Shane wiped my cheek and rubbed the back of my hand with his thumb.

I stood and wrenched my neck around at the mirror as I examined my new tattoo. I smiled as I turned my back towards Shane.

"Angel, it looks great," Shane said with a smile. Will tapped a gauze pad to my tattoo and walked us back out to the main room.

"I'm assuming you like it?" Will asked as I paid him.

"I love it! It's awesome. Thank you so much!"

"Thanks Will," Shane said shaking his hand.

"Not a problem. You've got a great girl. Much better than your one week girls. Keep her around for awhile," Will said after I walked out the door.

"Don't worry. That was my past. I plan to make her my future one day," Shane smiled and walked out.

I drove us back to Cameron with the excitement to show Jeff my tattoo. I knew he'd love it. I pulled up Jeff's driveway and ran in the house.

"Jeff!" I yelled as Shane ran in after me. "Jeff!"

"Maybe he's in the studio," Shane suggested as he sat on a chair. I nodded and ran out the backdoor. I ran to the graffiti covered trailer. I knocked on the door lightly and listened closely for a sound, any sound. I knocked harder and still no sound. I opened the door and saw Jeff sitting at his keyboard with his head in his hands.

"Jeff?" I said softly. He lifted his head and I smiled.

"How'd it go?" he asked expressionless.

"Great. It was a little painful, but I think it was worth it."

"That's good. And Shane helped you through the pain?" he asked as he looked at the keyboard.

"Yeah, of course." My smile faded as I walked closer to him. "Do you wanna see it?"

"Yeah, sure." I turned my back to him and lifted my shirt. He lifted the bandage and he rubbed my back slightly. "Nice. Looks very good. Did Will do it?"

"Yeah, he did." I pulled my shirt back down and faced him. "Is everything okay?"

"Yeah, everything's fine. Everything is perfect." He showed off a fake smile. "I don't wanna sound mean, but I have some work to do. Could you possibly leave?"

"Sure, sorry to have bothered you." I opened the door and turned to leave. "Am I gonna see you before I leave?"

"Yeah, I'm coming over for dinner. I'll be there around 6:00," he said expressionless again.

"Okay, see you at 6:30 then," I said with a laugh. I closed the door behind me and walked back to the house with my mind racing. Shane stood as he saw me walk in. "That was so weird. He's acting really weird."

"How is that any different from his normal self?" Shane joked. I looked at him with a serious expression.

"I'm serious Shane. It was weird. It was almost like there was tension between us. I've never had that feeling before," I said as we walked to the car.

"Tension? How's that possible?" Shane asked with a joking tone.

"I must have done something wrong," I said as we drove home.

I walked into the house and slumped down on the couch. Shane followed me and knelt down beside me. He took my hand and I sighed.

"Did you get it?!" Matt exclaimed walking into the living room. Shane glanced up and shook his head at him. "You didn't get it! YES!!"

"Matt, she's upset. Can't you see that?" Amy said walking into the room. She sat next to Shane and put her hand on my shoulder.

"Oh, really? I'm sorry," he said.

"Case, what's the matter?" Amy asked softly.

"I don't know. It's Jeff."

"Is he being an asshole?" Matt asked.

"NO!" I exclaimed.

"Matt that was not cool!" Shane said as he stood. "Come on, lets go in the kitchen." He pulled Matt with him and left Amy and I alone.

"So, tell me what's goin on," Amy said as I sat up. She sat next to me and put an arm around me.

"He was just so distant. I think I did something wrong. He didn't really look at me and he didn't really say anything to me. He seemed like he was upset with me. He didn't even wanna see my tattoo and he seemed really excited about it when I left. Maybe we are drifting apart because we aren't on the same show anymore." "I'm sure you haven't done anything wrong. He's just being grumpy. Probably didn't get a lot of sleep last nite. You know what he's like if he doesn't get enough sleep. I'm sure everything is fine!" She kissed my cheek and pulled me into the kitchen with her. Dinner was set up and Jeff was late, as usual.

"Dude, your brother is a pain in the ass. He's always late!" Shane exclaimed.

"Well, while we're waiting, show us that tattoo!" Amy said excitedly. Matt glared at her as I stood up. I lifted my shirt up and she pulled off the gauze pad. "Wow. That's awesome. I think it's better than Jeff's dragon."

"Yeah I like it," I said with a crooked smile. I pulled my shirt back down and took my seat next to Shane. The seat on the other side of me stayed empty for about 10 minutes longer, then Gil walked in with an angry look on his face.

"Matthew, go get your damn brother. He's not answering his phone and I refuse to wait much longer for him!" Gil yelled. Matt groaned and rolled his eyes.

"Why do I always have to go? He's 25. He should be able to motivate his ass without me!" Matt complained as he stood.

"Matthew! Go, now!" Gil yelled through gritted teeth. Matt began to shuffle his feet as he walked out of the kitchen.

"Hey all. Dinner smells great," Jeff said walking in solemnly. We all looked up at him and stared as he sat next to me. "Sorry I'm late. I had to finish something in the studio."

Matt raised a questioning eyebrow at his little brother before sitting down. We watched as Jeff was the first to scoop out some lasagna. He looked up at us over his fork full of food and put it back on the table.

"I'm gonna get something to drink. Anybody want anything?" Jeff asked as he stood. We all shook our heads as he walked to the fridge and grabbed a beer. "Would ya'll stop staring at me?!"

"Jeff, we need to talk," I finally said as I stood and walked into the living room. I sat on the couch and waited for Jeff to join me. Matt shrugged his shoulders as Jeff stood, carrying his plate in his hands. He sat in a chair furthest from and began to eat.

"What did you wanna talk about?" he asked looking at his plate of food, shoveling it in his mouth.

"This. All of this!" I exclaimed. He didn't look up. "Jesus Jeff! What the hell is goin on?! What the hell did I do that was so wrong!?"

"You've been hanging out with us too long. You're startin to pick up on our accent!" Jeff joked continuing to look at his food.

"Jeff! Look at me, talk to me, stop eatin!" I yelled. I pulled the plate out of his hands and set it on the mantel. His head shot right up and he glared at me.

"Casey, what the fuck is your problem?!" he yelled as he stood up. He stared down at me and I stared back. His once beautiful, peaceful, green eyes now held anger, confusion, pain. He was hurting emotionally and I was just now starting to realize it. A tear ran down my cheek and I wrapped my arms around him lovingly. He sighed as he took me into his arms and rested his chin on the top of my head. "Let's talk in your room."

We walked up the stairs leaving everyone in wonder about what was going on. Personally, I had no idea what was going on. I didn't know why I hugged him like I did, I don't know why he took me in his arms like he did, hell, I didn't know why I was so worried about our relationship! We sat on my bed with the door shut facing each other. He held my hands and sighed as his head dropped. I heard him begin to sob and I didn't know what to do.

"Jeff, what's wrong?" I said fighting back tears of my own. He raised his head to look at me and shook it slowly. "You've always been able to talk to me before. What's goin on?"

"Casey, I don't know. I think I'm screwing up in the worst way possible." He put his head down again. I moved next to him and put my arms around him. He put his head my lap and continued to sob as I combed my hand through his hair.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"I have been late to so many house shows. They're getting really mad at me. I was threatened to be released if I don't get my act together. Case, I don't know what I'm gonna do. I'm always so damn tired. I can't keep up with anything anymore. I'm losing weight, I'm not eating right, I'm not getting any sleep. I know my heart isn't in wrestling like it used to be, but I still love it. I don't wanna leave it yet. I'm not ready too. But without you, Matt, and Amy there to get me moving, I have no will, no drive. I can't do anything without you guys."

"Jeff, I know you haven't been doing well, but I didn't know it was this bad. I wish I could be there to help you, but I can't. You can always call me if you need me. You know that. I'll always be there for you. Even if it's 3 in the morning and you can't sleep. I'll stay up with you. I love you, Jeff. I love you more than you can even imagine. I don't want anything bad to happen to you. Even though you do have your music to fall back on, you have put too much into the WWE to give up on it now. Just get your act in gear. They won't release someone as popular as you." He lifted his head, his cheeks were tear stained. I wiped his cheek with my hand and he smiled. "How is that you can make me feel like the happiest man in the world?" I smiled back and shrugged. "Shane's right you are an angel." He kissed my cheek lightly and a shock ran through my body. We jumped apart and looked at each other. I rubbed my cheek as he rubbed his lips together.

"It must be the bed. Static electricity or something," I said trying to think up an explanation, but the truth was that I didn't have one. And it was just a weird thing to happen anyways.

"Yeah that must have been it." He made a serious face and sighed again. "Casey, you can't tell Matt, Amy, Dad, or Shane about what I'm about to tell you. Promise me you won't?"

"I promise."

"I think I suffer from depression." He hung his head and continued. "I noticed a little while ago that I was always upset, down, things like that. I have a lot of the symptoms that go along with depression."

"Oh Jeff. Do you really think you have depression?" I asked concernedly.

"Yeah, I do. I think that's why all this is happening to me right now with the WWE." He shook his head and took my hands. "Casey, I don't know what to do. I'm scared."

"I'm here for you. Just keep talking to me like this and everything will be fine. I'm gonna help you through this. I promise." I hugged him tightly as tears flowed freely down our cheeks.

"I love you Case. I mean that. Really I do," Jeff said as we pulled away. We smiled at each other as my stomach growled.

"Whoa, what do ya have in there? A grizzly?" Jeff teased.

"Hey, you got to eat a couple bites. I didn't get anything!" I complained. I grabbed his hand and pulled him to his feet. "Let's go eat. Either there's no more food left or Dad made them wait for us!"

"You called him Dad," Jeff said surprised.

"Yeah, I guess I did. That's weird. I only call Mark Dad." I smiled as I pulled him down the stairs.

"About damn time you guys decided to join the rest of us," Matt said as we sat down. Jeff and my plates were the only ones there. Everyone else had cleared the table.

"Can I ask when someone ate in the living room?" Amy asked carrying Jeff's old plate in. It still had some lasagna on it, but it had gone cold.

"That would be mine. But I'd rather have a new plate and food." Jeff scooped out some hot lasagna and placed it on my plate I smiled as I ate what he had given me.



"So, what did you and Jeff talk about?" Shane asked as we walked into our room at the hotel in DC.

"What do you mean?" I asked flopping down on the bed. "Comfy!"

"Last nite. In your room," he said turning the tv on the cartoon network.

"Nothing really. Just about what was happening between us." I smiled as he sat next to me.

"Oh, I see." He put his arms around me as I rested my head on his chest. "How are you gonna deal with the match with Randy tonite?"

"Oh, you didn't hear? Randy refused to do the match. It's me and John against Billy and Chuck." I smiled at the thought of not seeing Randy, at not having to touch him. I snuggled up against Shane and fell asleep for a short nap.





"Now entering the ring, his partner, from Corinth, Maine. MYSTIC ANGEL!!!" I walked down the ramp, banging my head to the music, waving at the crowd. I flipped over the ropes and stood on the posts, doing the Hardyz Gunz. I stood in the middle of the ring and hugged John as Billy and Chuck came out with Rico. We all glared at each other then Chuck slapped John. John, being the master of slaps, slapped him back hard. The match started as Billy and I climbed over through the ropes to our corners. I spaced out during most of the match. The lights were blinding and I almost fell off the apron. I didn't know what was wrong with me, I was just not feeling well. I felt a hand hit my arm as the arena started spinning. I shook my head and looked around at the pitch black arena. Everything was silent, still, deathly.

"Casey?! Case!? Wake up!" I looked up and saw the bright fluorescent lights shining. I shielded my eyes from the light as I was helped into a sitting position. "What happened out there?"

"I don't know. I passed out or something," I replied as I looked at the person holding me up.

"A trainer will be in here soon. John went to grab one," the man said.

"Thanks Adam. I just wish I knew what happened!" I replied as a short man with dark hair in a WWE shirt walked in the locker room with John right on his tail.

"Case, are you alright?" John asked sitting on the other side of me. The trainer shined a light in my eyes as we went through the whole routine.

"I guess. I just feel really weak."

"What have you eaten today?" the trainer asked.

"Ummmm....today?" He nodded. "Nothing. I haven't eaten since the spoon full of lasagna I had last nite."

"That's what happened. You passed out from lack of food. Go get something to eat. You need it. You shouldn't do that to yourself. You could get really hurt by doing that." The trainer walked out the door and left me with John and Adam.

"You haven't eaten?" Adam exclaimed.

"No, I haven't."

"That's stupid Case. You need food. You need to have that energy!" John lectured.

"Uh-huh. Right," I said standing.

"Come on. We'll leave Shane a note and we're taking you out for food right now!" Adam said grabbing his bag.

They dragged me to a diner and force feed me French toast. Okay, so there wasn't much force in it. Shane joined us about a half hour later and lectured me about what I was doing. I sat there and rolled my eyes. I didn't mean not to eat. I just wasn't hungry and didn't think I need to eat. I guess I did. Lessons you learn for a later date.