Disclaimer: Don't own, Matt Hardy, Mark 'Taker' Calloway, John Cena, or any other wrestlers mentioned in this fic, I only own Becky. Stephy owns herself and Lyndsey owns herself. =)

Sadly Becky had to miss the funeral because of her injuries. True to his word Matt stayed with her the entire time she was in the hospital. They became close friends really quick. But Mr. McDonnell's death was harder on Becky than anyone expected. She could hear the dark one's voice inside her head, telling her how easy it was to kill the poor old man, and she went in vivid detail what it was like to see his smoking carcass call to the ground. Although Becky did see all of this in her dream, the dark one's voice in her head confused her, they were just dreams weren't they? And what about the dark figure that appeared in her dream before, he hadn't shown up for a while. All of this confused Becky to no end. Putting it in the back of her mind Becky focused on what was going on that day. Matt was going to pick her up from the hospital and take her to see Taker. Because of his busy schedule Taker was only able to call Becky from time to time. Thankfully Matt was there to ease Becky's loneliness.

"You ready to go B?" Matt asked as he whipped into Becky's room, a bright smile on his face.

"Hell yeah! I am sick and tired of lying here." Becky laughed. Matt pulled the wheel chair from out of the hallway and went to help Becky get in it, "Damn, do I have to ride in that stupid thing?" She whined.

"Yes you do, now get in." He sternly said. Becky stuck her tongue out at him and got in the wheel chair. Matt quickly wheeled Becky out to his car and helped her get in.

"Come on Matt, Im a grown woman I don't need your help!" Becky insisted.

"Grown woman or not, your still hurt and I am NOT havin Taker on my ass because I let you re-injure yourself. Now let me help you, you stubborn mule!" Matt laughed.

After Becky was settled in Matt quickly went to the drivers seat and started up the car. With much happieness Becky watched the drab hospital pass her by. A few miles later Becky noticed they were going in the wrong way.

"Matt, where are you takin me?"

"You'll see. Why don't you take a nap, we should be there in a few hours." Becky gave him a weird look, but was actually very tired and a nap sounded heavenly. But sadly her nap was everything but heavenly. Thankfully in this dream dark one didn't kill anyone, she was kneeling in front of the same dark figure. He was towering over her.

"Yes my master."

"Why have you not done what I asked????" His voice boomed, echoing off of the nothingness that surrounded them.

"He is a formidable opponent my master. I can not take victims and fight the white one all at the same time."

"I DID NOT ASK FOR EXCUSES!!!!!!" He yelled making the dark one flinch in fear.

"Forgive me my master."

"Fear not, my dark child, you will defeat the white one and learn your purpose in this life. Do not fail me my dark one, for if the news is not pleasant the next time we meet, you will be punished. Is that clear?" He asked, his hidden behind the ever present dark cloak he wore.

"Yes, my master." With that both figures disappeared. Becky was awoken by Matt gently shaking her out of her deep slumber.

"Huh?" Becky sleepily asked.

"Were here." He had a strange look on his face.

"Where is here exactly?" Matt helped her out of the car and she looked around, she was at a cemetery.

"I know how hard you have been takin you boss' death, so I thought this may help. You need closure B. This way." Matt said linking his arm with hers and leading her up the short stairs that lead to the grassy hills of the cemetery. Leading her through the close fitting head stones he stopped over one that looked fresh, it was Mr. McDonnell's. Becky stood there for a minute, letting the site sink into her memory.

*It's all you fault* The hissing sound of the dark one's voice echoed in Becky's mind.

"Oh god I am so sorry!" Becky said collapsing on the ground, sobbing her heart out.

"It's not your fault B!" Matt tried to comfort her again, kneeling next to her shaking figure.

*What did she mean by 'Im sorry?'* Matt asked himself. He made a mental not to ask her what that meant later. When Becky finally composed herself she said her good-bye to her old friend then left with Matt, his arm wrapped firmly around her waist to keep her from falling. The walk back to Matt's car was made in silence but when they reached it Becky nearly fell over. Leaning on his motorcycle that was parked next to Matt's car was Taker.

"Hey baby girl." Becky stared crying when he opened up his arms and she went running into them, leaving Matt to stand by himself and watch.

*Why can't that be me?* Matt thought to himself then instantly wondered why he thought that. He had to literally shake the thought out of his head. *Where did that come from?* He asked himself.

Once again Becky had to compose herself, when she did Taker made her ride to the arena in Matt's car, saying she was still to injured to be riding cross country on a bike. Becky huffed her displeasure but got in Matt's car anyway. She wasn't in the mood to argue, she was ready to get back to see her friends and spend some more time with Taker.