Chapter Two
Finally
got time to get this out.
TITLE: The Way Back Prologue/?
AUTHOR: Juliet3:16
EMAIL: Sweetvalley99@aol.com, Juliet_316_2000@yahoo.com
RATING: R.
CONTENT: VIOLENCE, IMPLIED RAPE/NON CONSENSUAL SEX, ADULT LANGUAGE, TORTURE,
BRAINWASHING
CATEGORY: ADULT, DRAMA, HORROR, ANGST.
SPOILERS: Up to the 9/10/01 RAW then after that it's AU.
SUMMARY: Can a Superstar believed dead find his way back?
DISCLAIMER: Vince owns every wrestler/personality slated to appear thus far.
Okay so Vince doesn't own ONE of the main characters. Not saying
who yet.
DISTRIBUTION: The Realm, Fanfiction.net. Anybody else interested, just
ask.
The Way Back
Chapter One.
Gotta have Faith!
Houston, Texas
Debra Austin stood in the shower of the
Divas lockerroom letting the events of the night's SMACKDOWN wash over her as
the water washed over her body. The night had gone pretty much the way
she'd expected: The WWF tried to put on a show and the nWo tried to ruin it.
Unfortunately with Eric Bischoff now being half owner of the WWF, there
was nothing to really prevent the nWo's presence in the Federation and
preventing their brand of mayhem. At least nobody was seriously injured
that night.
She dried off and got dressed back in the
jeans and long - sleeved t - shirt she'd shown up to the arena in. She
then noticed Sara Calloway gathering her own things together.
"Hey Sara," Debra said giving the
younger blonde a warm smile.
Sara looked up and responded with a smile
of her own. Ever since the mysterious circumstances that brought about
the merger of the Alliance and World Wrestling Federation, the two women had
gotten to know each other and formed a kind of bond. A bond that they and
only a few others in the now combined company could share, possibly because
they'd all had the misfortune of losing tragically losing their spouses.
"Hey Debra," Sara said.
"I didn't think anybody else would be here this late, so I figured
I'd take an opportunity to actually change by myself for a change."
Debra laughed. "I got caught in
up in a meeting with Vince and Shane," the Southern belle explained.
"And honey, you know Kane just wants to protect you."
Sara sighed. "I know, I know,
but Debra I'm a big girl. I don't need a bodyguard 24/7. I mean,
hell, DDP and half of the Alliance and WWF are dead!"
Sara caught the flash of pain in the older
blonde's eyes.
"Oh shit. Debra I'm so sorry.
I know how hard the last year, especially the last couple months have
been on you. I didn't have the right to - "
"The last year has been hard on all of
us," Debra said cutting off Sara's apology.
"Mark didn't die leaving me pregnant
either," Sara pointed out.
"I wouldn't trade Kaylie for anything
in the world," Debra gave a sad smile thinking of her and Steve's five
month old daughter, Kaylie Marie Austin. She was born nine months after
Steve died that tragic September day. A daughter Steve would never know.
Debra took a breath. Thinking about
Steve's death and what her daughter had been deprived of tended to put her to
the verge of tears and she didn't want to do that at the arena. Debra
gathered up the rest of her stuff.
"I'm going to go home okay," she
told Sara giving her a ghost of her former wide smile.
"Okay. See ya at RAW
Monday?" Sara asked with a sad smile of her own.
"Always," Debra answered as she
left the women's lockerroom.
In a rehab center somewhere
"Nurse Wilkins" stood in the
stall of her shower, letting the day's work wash out of her. She has
surprised herself by how well she could be a nurse. It was light-years
away from rotting in a prison cell.
Wilkins dried off and quickly dressed back
into her street clothes. She put the bag with her uniform inside back
into her locker and shut it with decisive slam, locking it and putting her key
back into her jeans pocket. As she left the lockerroom one of her fellow
nurses, a perky blond noticed her.
"Bye Faith," the nurse said as
Faith walked by.
"See ya," Faith tossed over her
shoulder, not really wanting to idle chitchat with the girl. That really
wasn't why she was there anyways. Besides which, the all - too - happy
girl reminded Faith of the life she left behind in California two years ago.
Faith walked down the halls towards the
exit, casually looking briefly into the windows of the patients' rooms without
pausing in her long strides. One room's door however made the brunette
stop. Using her nurse's key, which she kept with her at all times, she
crept inside the room and stared at the patient sedated at the foot of the bed.
The man sleeping was the same one she'd
wheeled to and from the rec room to watch the wrestling program that was aired
earlier that evening. She didn't know much about the man. From what
she'd gathered from charts and random gossip among the nurses he was brought in
about a year ago with no memory, no vocal ability whatsoever and no use of his
legs at all. To many he was just another John Doe in a place already
teeming with John Does.
Faith of all people, should not have felt a
connection to him, but she did. She didn't honestly know what was between
them. It wasn't sexual, she knew that much. Though it'd been
awhile, she was WELL aware of what sexual attraction was and with him, she
didn't feel that way. It was kind of a weird kinship between Faith and
'her' John Doe, as the younger nurses had started to call him, through their
interactions that neither one could yet explain.
Most patients were sedated by the time
Faith got finished with her shift. Sometimes, however, she could sneak
into that room 'her' John Doe was in and grab a few minutes to 'talk' before
the senior nurses came in to administer his meds. Unfortunately Faith
wouldn't be able to on that night.
'Oh well, maybe tomorrow night,'
Faith thought. She headed for the door a melancholy smile on her face,
knowing she wouldn't be able to do what she was doing much longer.
"See ya big guy," she whispered,
exiting the room and went to leave the building.
The drive from the rehab center and her
next destination was only an hour's drive. Fortunately for Faith she was
used to being a night owl.
She parked her beat up car in a parking
space outside an ominous looking warehouse on the outskirts of a small town.
She walked into the building and into an elevator. She pressed a
button.
"Please state codename" a
feminine electronic voice demanded.
"Slayer," Faith responded.
There was complete silence as Faith waited
for the computer to grant her further passage. She understood that it was
procedure, but the wait and computer frustrated her to no end. It was all
she could do to not put a fist into the electronic wall sometimes.
The elevator started moving.
"Access granted." The voice
replyed. "Welcome Agent Wilkins."
Faith gave the computer a wicked grin.
The doors to the elevator opened.
Faith, former Vampire Slayer and prison
inmate stepped into her dayjob.
As one of the top agents for the World
Security Bureau.
WSB.
Okay so what did you all think? Faith of course is owned by Joss Whedon
while Kaylie is my own creation. Feedback and tomatoes go here.
*Runs*
