Summary: Sasha Meier has always been a bit...different. She dreams like normal people, except that her's ALWAYS come true. When one of them leads her to the man she's meant to be with, her world is turned upside down after she discovers that he's already taken. Can Sasha convince him that they're meant to be, or will this be the first time that one of her dreams doesn't come true?
Disclaimer: You know it, I own nothing.
AN: I'm on a supernatural kick thanks to Melissa, so I'm starting this story even though I know I don't need to, especially when I'm writing another one I haven't even posted yet. The first chapter is kind of rough, but please let me know what ya think :)
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(1989)
"Hey Mom?" Thirtenn year old Sasha Meier asked her mom over breakfast one morning.
"Hey what?"
"Do you know anyone named Shane McMahon?"
Michelle Meier shook her head. "Can you describe him?"
"He was kind of tall, with dark hair and these cute brown eyes. All I saw was him standing in front of me wearing a suit until-"
"You mean you had a dream about him?"
"Yeah."
"Oh, I thought it was someone you actually knew. Was there anything else in it?
"Just a license. He's the guy I'm going to marry."
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(present day, Bridgeport, CT)
"Sasha, you are going to be so late if you do not get down here!"
"Calm down Jayce, its ok," Sasha said to her older brother as she walked down the stairs. "You seem more nervous than I feel."
Jayce rolled his eyes and handed Sasha her jacket. "This is a big interview Sasha, at least act excited."
"I'm thrilled, can't you tell?"
"Just because you already know if you're getting the job or not? Don't tell me you didn't have a whatever about it." She blushed, knowing she was caught. "You did, didn't you?"
"Yes, I did. Why do you think I agreed to the interview so quickly without knowing about the company?"
"I wish I could do that," Jayce responded, same as he had so many times through the years.
Sasha shook her head slowly. "No, Jayce you don't. Trust me, it isn't all fun and games." She picked up her briefcase and headed for the door. "It sucks knowing horrible things, especially when you can't do anything to prevent them. Besides, something weird is going to happen today, and for once I don't know what it is. I woke up in the middle of the dream, something I've never done."
Jayce looked at his watch and nudged her out the door. "You'll have to analyze it later Miss Soon-to-be Vice President of New Media for World Wrestling Entertainment."
Sasha groaned. "Jayce, pretend you don't know I got the job, ok? Act excited when I get home. And make the cake chocolate," she said, referring to the celebratory cake she knew he would be getting her.
"I don't think I need to ask how you knew that."
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"Miss Meier, Mr. Dunn will see you now," an elderly receptionist said to Sasha, then escorted her inside the office. Sasha murmured a thanks as Kevin Dunn, Executive Producer of WWE programming, approached her.
"Sasha, it's a pleasure to meet you," he said while shaking her hand. "You come very highly recommended from Tom Criss."
"Thank you very much Mr. Dunn. Tom was a great supervisor, and I enjoyed my time with him at ESPN."
He chuckled while reading the file in front of him. "Then I guess I don't need to ask my first question. But please, call me Kevin." Sasha nodded, and he continued. "I've seen several samples of your work, so I'd like to use this time to just ask you a few questions if that's alright?"
"That's fine Mr.-Kevin," she amended with a smile. "Ask away."
"How do you feel you handle criticism?"
She thought for a moment before responding. "I don't like criticism, not that anyone really does, but it's essential to improvement."
Kevin nodded and jotted down some notes. "What do you think about working with others, including our superstars?"
"I enjoy working with others because they provide a different way of looking at something, and that helps to make the finished product better. As far as the superstars are concerned, I think that's a great idea. It not only allows them to learn more about what goes into producing, but it gives the creators the opportunity to learn more about their subjects."
Kevin practically beamed at her response. "Great answer. I'll just cut to the chase here Sasha. If you want the job it's yours."
Sasha's face soon matched Kevin's as her smile grew. "I accept. Thank you so much."
"You're quite welcome. Would you like to meet some of your co-workers?"
"Sure." They left Kevin's office and walked across the hall.
"Since we're up here, we'll start with the President of the division. Luckily since it's a Wednesday he's here, but since he also has an onscreen character he is usually out of the office a couple days each week." The secretary saw them walking and had the door open for them when they approached. Sasha walked in behind Kevin, and what she saw was enough to stop her in her tracks. In front of her was a face she hadn't seen in fourteen years.
"Sasha, I'd like you to meet Shane McMahon, President of New Media."
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Disclaimer: You know it, I own nothing.
AN: I'm on a supernatural kick thanks to Melissa, so I'm starting this story even though I know I don't need to, especially when I'm writing another one I haven't even posted yet. The first chapter is kind of rough, but please let me know what ya think :)
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(1989)
"Hey Mom?" Thirtenn year old Sasha Meier asked her mom over breakfast one morning.
"Hey what?"
"Do you know anyone named Shane McMahon?"
Michelle Meier shook her head. "Can you describe him?"
"He was kind of tall, with dark hair and these cute brown eyes. All I saw was him standing in front of me wearing a suit until-"
"You mean you had a dream about him?"
"Yeah."
"Oh, I thought it was someone you actually knew. Was there anything else in it?
"Just a license. He's the guy I'm going to marry."
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(present day, Bridgeport, CT)
"Sasha, you are going to be so late if you do not get down here!"
"Calm down Jayce, its ok," Sasha said to her older brother as she walked down the stairs. "You seem more nervous than I feel."
Jayce rolled his eyes and handed Sasha her jacket. "This is a big interview Sasha, at least act excited."
"I'm thrilled, can't you tell?"
"Just because you already know if you're getting the job or not? Don't tell me you didn't have a whatever about it." She blushed, knowing she was caught. "You did, didn't you?"
"Yes, I did. Why do you think I agreed to the interview so quickly without knowing about the company?"
"I wish I could do that," Jayce responded, same as he had so many times through the years.
Sasha shook her head slowly. "No, Jayce you don't. Trust me, it isn't all fun and games." She picked up her briefcase and headed for the door. "It sucks knowing horrible things, especially when you can't do anything to prevent them. Besides, something weird is going to happen today, and for once I don't know what it is. I woke up in the middle of the dream, something I've never done."
Jayce looked at his watch and nudged her out the door. "You'll have to analyze it later Miss Soon-to-be Vice President of New Media for World Wrestling Entertainment."
Sasha groaned. "Jayce, pretend you don't know I got the job, ok? Act excited when I get home. And make the cake chocolate," she said, referring to the celebratory cake she knew he would be getting her.
"I don't think I need to ask how you knew that."
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"Miss Meier, Mr. Dunn will see you now," an elderly receptionist said to Sasha, then escorted her inside the office. Sasha murmured a thanks as Kevin Dunn, Executive Producer of WWE programming, approached her.
"Sasha, it's a pleasure to meet you," he said while shaking her hand. "You come very highly recommended from Tom Criss."
"Thank you very much Mr. Dunn. Tom was a great supervisor, and I enjoyed my time with him at ESPN."
He chuckled while reading the file in front of him. "Then I guess I don't need to ask my first question. But please, call me Kevin." Sasha nodded, and he continued. "I've seen several samples of your work, so I'd like to use this time to just ask you a few questions if that's alright?"
"That's fine Mr.-Kevin," she amended with a smile. "Ask away."
"How do you feel you handle criticism?"
She thought for a moment before responding. "I don't like criticism, not that anyone really does, but it's essential to improvement."
Kevin nodded and jotted down some notes. "What do you think about working with others, including our superstars?"
"I enjoy working with others because they provide a different way of looking at something, and that helps to make the finished product better. As far as the superstars are concerned, I think that's a great idea. It not only allows them to learn more about what goes into producing, but it gives the creators the opportunity to learn more about their subjects."
Kevin practically beamed at her response. "Great answer. I'll just cut to the chase here Sasha. If you want the job it's yours."
Sasha's face soon matched Kevin's as her smile grew. "I accept. Thank you so much."
"You're quite welcome. Would you like to meet some of your co-workers?"
"Sure." They left Kevin's office and walked across the hall.
"Since we're up here, we'll start with the President of the division. Luckily since it's a Wednesday he's here, but since he also has an onscreen character he is usually out of the office a couple days each week." The secretary saw them walking and had the door open for them when they approached. Sasha walked in behind Kevin, and what she saw was enough to stop her in her tracks. In front of her was a face she hadn't seen in fourteen years.
"Sasha, I'd like you to meet Shane McMahon, President of New Media."
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