Disclaimer: I do not own any of the WWE wrestlers. Wish I did, but the world is just not fair!

Rating: R- same as always. Possible sex later, and I tend to have a potty mouth. Sometimes I end up cussing like a sailor.

Chapter 1.

*Ding*

Gaby pulled her TV dinner out of the microwave. "Thanksgiving, ha! What do I have to be thankful for? Oh, I know! I am thankful for the invention of the microwave, for without it, I would not have this wonderful turkey TV dinner!" Gaby said out loud. She thought that some people might think that she was crazy if they heard her talking to herself all of the time, of course if there were any other people, she really wouldn't have to talk to herself.

"I guess I can be thankful that no one else is here, that way I'm the only one that knows I'm crazy." She sat down in the living room with her dinner and turned the TV to Smackdown. "At least I have one good Thanksgiving tradition," she thought with a smile.

Gaby had spent most Thanksgivings alone since she was 15. Not that her parents were dead or anything, they just didn't care. Every Thanksgiving, Gaby would go to the store, buy a TV dinner, and that would be her Thanksgiving. She moved out at 19. 4 years later, she was still in the same apartment. She was a waitress at a local bar. Her boss Joe had given her the night off since it was Thanksgiving.

"Hello?" Gaby picked up her phone wondering who was calling her.

"Gaby, it's your mother."

"Really, damn. I couldn't have guessed that from your voice." Gaby replied with heavy sarcasm.

"There is no need to get snippy."

"What do you want, mom? I was eating."

"I need you to come over. I need to talk to you."

"Can't you just tell me now?"

"No, this is not an over the phone conversation. I really need to tell you this in person. Please come over."

"Fine. I'll be over there in about 45 minutes. Bye." They hung up. She looked down at her dinner. She really didn't want to have to refreeze it, and nothing was open today. "Stupid national holiday." She thought. She set her VCR to record Smackdown. She'd watch it when she got back home. She wondered what the heel could be so important that she couldn't tell her over the phone. Better be really damn important! She headed to her bedroom and got dressed.

She pulled up to her mom's house. "That's strange," she thought to herself, "I didn't know mom knew anyone that owned a motorcycle." She opened the door to her mother's house. It never did smell like a holiday in here. All she wanted was the smell of a turkey, or some stuffing- something. Gaby heard a deep laugh coming from the living room- one that she didn't recognize. Her mom wasn't in trouble 'cause that wasn't an evil laugh, but one that was hearty and fun. She cautiously into the living room.

Her jaw dropped to the floor when she saw him. He was even more huge in person than he was on TV. What was he doing here? It wasn't every day that a superstar was in her mom's house. She could just hear his entrance music in her head - "DEADMAN WALKIN'."

"It's not nice to stare." He said breaking the silence.

"Not to be rude mom, but why is the Undertaker in the house?"

"Well, I needed to tell you both something, and I figured that I should do it with both of you here."

"What's so important mom?" Mark asked.

"Yeah, mom- wait. What? Did you just say mom?" Gaby asked.

"Yeah, did you?"

"Yeah. Mom, were you going to tell me that I'm related to the Undertaker?"

"My name is Mark."

"Yes, Gaby, Mark is your brother."

"Mom, I am 23 years old, and you are just now telling me that I have a brother. What the fuck mom?" Gaby yelled.

"Don't use those words with your mother!" Mark said raising his voice.

"Bite me. You've been my brother for all of what 5 minutes? You should have told me, hell you should have told both of us a long time ago. How could you let me go through life not knowing that I had a brother? What? You didn't think that was important enough to tell me? Guess not. Any thoughts Mark?" She asked emphasizing his name.

"Well, I agree that you should have told both of us a long time ago, but how much bonding is really left to do? I mean, I'm 36, she's 23. We're both grown now, and we probably don't have that much in common."

"Gaby likes wrestling. That's something."

"Really? That's cool. I guess that explains why your jaw hit the floor when you initially saw me." He said with a slight chuckle.

"Mark , why don't you take Gaby to see you wrestle. I bet she'd like that."

"It's ok, you really don't have to. Well, at least I know that I have a brother. It was very nice to meet you, Mark. Now, I'm going back home, and I'm going to finish the TV dinner that I started." She turned to walk out but stopped when Mark called her name.

"You don't celebrate Thanksgiving together?"

"Nope, haven't for years. Could be because our family was never fully together till now, and it wouldn't really be all of our family without your wife and child."

"Why didn't you bring them Mark?" Christi, their mom asked.

"Sara is at home taking care of Brian (A/N: I don't know if that's the baby's name. I don't even know if it's a boy or not, so work with me). He's only a few weeks old, and I told her that I wouldn't be here that long. I was only going to stop in for a visit."

"Maybe we could get together for Christmas or something as a family. What do you two think?"

Gaby looked at Mark. If he agreed, then so would she, but if he didn't then she'd have her traditional TV dinner at home.

"I'll talk to Sara when I get home, and I'll call you back."

"Call me and let me know if Mark's coming. I'm going home to eat. It was great to meet you Mark." Gaby extended her hand, but Mark looked at her strangely.

"You're my sister. We don't shake hands. Come here." Mark pulled her in for a hug. If they showed up for Christmas, it would be very interesting.