"No, Kurt, Erika is fine. Would I lie to you?" Erika heard Brock talking so she walked into his room and sat down next to him. He looked at her and rolled his eyes before responding to Kurt. "Right man, I have her locked up in a room somewhere, bound and gagged." Erika paled at that, and could hear Kurt yelling from where she was sitting. "No, not funny. Do you want to talk to her?" Kurt said yes, so Brock handed her the phone. "You okay?" he asked when he saw her face.

She nodded and took the phone. "Fine, thanks. Hi Kurt."

"Hey Rika. Haven't you told him anything yet?"

She sighed. "No, and I don't plan on it right now, so he couldn't have known." Brock gave her a confused look, but she brushed him off. "What's up?"

"Not much, I just hadn't heard from you, so I thought I'd call."

"Kurt, I'll be seeing you at the taping. Are you sure that's all you wanted?" She could practically hear blushing in his voice.

"OK, OK. You caught me. I was just checking up on you. You are coming to the arena?"

"Of course, I'm interviewing after the show. I'll see you then."

"Alright. Love you."

"Love you too, Mr. Overprotective. Bye."

"Bye Rika." Erika hung up the phone and looked at Brock.

"He is so transparent. He just wanted to make sure we weren't killing each other." Brock laughed and headed for the bathroom.

"And we aren't. I have to take a shower and get Mya ready, then we can go."

"I'm ready so I can get Mya's things together. What do you usually take?" Brock turned on the water as he was answering, so all Erika heard was a muffled reply. "What?" She got up and walked around the corner, getting an eyeful of a naked Brock in the process. "Oh, God, I'm so sorry." She covered her eyes and Brock grabbed a towel to wrap around his midsection.

"Just a point of information Erika, but when someone has the water running in the shower, they are usually naked." Erika turned her back on him and answered facing the door.

"Yeah, well, you should have answered me before you turned the water on, or maybe you could CLOSE THE DOOR!"

He turned the water off and slipped some shorts on. "You can turn around now, I'm decent." She did, and he could still see the blush on her cheeks. "I know you aren't miss innocent Erika, but nice blush."

"You suck."

He ignored that to answer her previous question. "Just ask her what she wants to take today, but make sure to include some books, she loves-"

"To be read to," Erika interrupted. "Your mom said that last night."

"I remember. Just grab some of those and Mya will point some things out. Whenever you two are ready then we can go."

"OK." Brock closed the door behind him this time, and Erika stood there shaking her head, the image of a naked Brock still fresh in her mind.

"All I can say is DAMN!"

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Brock, Erika, and Mya arrived at the arena about an hour later, where they were immediately greeted by Kurt, Karen, and Kyra. Kurt hugged Erika while trying to inconspicuously check her over, but she noticed. "Kurt, why are you looking me over like I'm battered and bruised?"

He pulled back from the hug looking sheepish, though he tried to deny it. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Yes you do, and I love you for it. Now move so I can see my niece." She lightly shoved him out of the way and took Kyra from Karen's arms.

"Thanks Rika, glad to know where I stand."

"No problem." She ignored him after that, focusing her attention on Kyra and Karen. Brock laughed and handed Mya over to Kurt, since she had started reaching for him as soon as he came into view.

"Hi Mya."

"Hi Kurt hero. Are we gonna play today?" Mya had grown quite attached to Kurt since Brock often traveled with him and they hung out together backstage.

"I don't know sweetie, are you going with Erika?" He asked Mya, but looked to Brock for the answer.

Brock cleared his throat before answering. "I figured she would, because I thought Erika was watching the show from the arena with Karen."

"I am," Erika interrupted, handing Kyra to Karen and taking Mya's bag from Brock. "That's where we're going now. Do you want to come Mya?"

"K." Brock took Mya from Kurt, kissed her cheek and handed her to Erika.

"See you ladies after the show," he said, and winked at Erika, who rolled her eyes.

"Get a life Brock." He laughed as the girls left the back. Kurt gave him a strange look.

"what's up with that?"

"Nothing man. Nothing at all."

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"Karen, can we talk?" Karen finished getting settled in her seat and nodded at Erika.

"Of course sweetie, though it won't be private out here." They were sitting front row for the show, and the rest of the arena was quickly filling.

"That's fine, I just need some advice. Or a listening ear, whichever."

"Ewika, can I have some crayons?" Mya interrupted.

"Sure pumpkin," she said and handed them to her. "Anyways, the thing is...well, you know everything that happened between me and Brock, right?"

"Right."

"I don't know how to phrase this at all, but here goes. I think I'm beginning to like him." Karen opened her mouth to comment, but Erika rushed to finish her thought. "No, no, not like that. But as a friend, I think. And I'm not supposed to be his friend. If I'm his friend then I might want more and-" Her eyes grew huge realizing what she said

"Erika, you don't..."

"No, no, no! Not at all." Erika paused to smirk. "Although I did view an interesting sight this morning," she said, and proceeded to tell Karen the story.

"And..."

"Let's just say he's...well proportioned." They burst into laughter and the conversation was ended by Tony Chimmel climbing into the ring to begin the show. Brock and Kurt both came out about an hour and a half later to thunderous applause. When Brock stopped at the bottom of the ramp he threw a quick smile over to the side where they were sitting. Kurt was a bit more obvious, coming over and kissing Karen, sure that the announce team would make mention of who she was. Brock and Kurt made quick work of their opponents, and the show ended. The girls made their way backstage, and Erika and Mya went to the womens locker room. Erika knocked on the door. "Can I come in?"

The door swung open and Nidia greeted her with a hug. "Hey Erika. We're ready for the interrogation. Hi there Mya," she said to the little girl perched on Erika's shoulders.

"Hi," she responded shyly.

"Mya, you know Nidia, right?" Mya nodded.

"Yeah. I get down now?"

"Sure sweetie." Erika lowered her to the ground and dug around for a coloring book and crayons. "Do you want to color some more while we talk?"

"OK." Mya plopped down right there by the door and started looking through the book.

"That was easy enough Rika."

"You expected otherwise? She is such a sweet little girl. Plus I think she's used to this." They walked over to a couple of chairs and sat down.

"That's sad in a way though."

"It is." A thoughtful look crossed Erika's face. "I wonder if Brock would let her hang out with me while he's at the shows."

"I'm sure he would."

"I'm sure too. Alright, let's get this thing done." They did their interview, and Erika was almost done with Dawn Marie when there was a loud knock at the door.

"Everybody decent?" Came Brock's voice through the door. Erika looked around and went to the door.

"Yep, what do you need?"

"You and my daughter for a start." It was then that she realized how many bags he was carrying. "It's 11:30, and our flight leaves at 1."

"Oh, gosh, I am so sorry. Mya-" she stopped, seeing Dawn holding the little girl.

"Is asleep. We can finish another time Erika, it's no big deal." Erika gently took Mya from her.

"Thanks alot Dawn. We'll talk in Toronto, ok?"

"Sounds great. Are you guys going early?"

"Yeah, to sightsee. Talk to you later."

"Bye guys, have a good flight." Dawn shut the door behind them.

"Brock, I didn't mean to lose track of the time, we just got to talking, and-"

"Erika, it's not a big deal. We're only twenty minutes away from the airport, we have plenty of time."

"Right." Erika sighed and adjusted Mya in her arms and yawned. "How long is the flight?"

"Three hours."

"A three hour nap? Sounds perfect."

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AN: I am not at all happy with the way this chappie turned out, but here it is. I had to cut it off because it would have gotten too long. The next one is better, I promise :)

Lisa