(6 months later)

Lita laughed as Jeff and Jericho argued about who could get the better girl. Those two were always in competition together. Lita looked out at the window and thought about everything that had happened.

Lucas was still gone. They had never found him. Her life had changed drastically since that funeral. She and Matt had tried everything to bring Lucas back home, but to no avail he had yet to be found. She refused to give up hope. He was still out there. He just hadn't been found yet.

Even though the thought of Lucas being away from her for a year killed her, she was trying to cope with it the best she could. She had begun traveling again, coming to arenas with Matt and Jeff once more. She still didn't wrestle though. She had given that dream up when Lucas was born to complete another dream, becoming a mother.

From time to time though, she found herself talking to the fans, telling them about Lucas. Every time she did that, she would always pray that someone out there knew where her son was. She always hoped somebody would bring her baby boy back home, but they never did.

The police had both Matt's and her cell phone number, just in case somebody did find Lucas. They had a few calls, people who had called the police claiming they knew where her son was. It was never him though.

"Hello, Earth to Lita," called Jericho's teasing voice. She turned around and smiled just a bit.

"Sorry guys, I was just thinking," she said and Jericho shrugged.

"What else is new? You going out there tonight?" asked Jericho and she took a quick glance at the floor.

It was always rough on her when she did go out there. She hated doing it, but she knew that maybe just maybe it would bring her son back once and for all. She thought about it for a moment then nodded.

"Yeah, I guess it wouldn't hurt," she said, then quickly looked up and smiled. Jeff just grinned and went back to looking at the monitor.

She stood silent for a moment then decided she better go tell Stephanie what she wanted to do.

Lita walked quickly out onto the stage. She grinned as she heard the crowd cheering wildly for her. As she made her way to the ring, Lilian handed her a mike and she smiled thankfully at the small ring announcer. She took a breath before putting her lips to the microphone.

"I think you all know by now what I'm here to say. About a year ago my 6-year-old son, Lucas was taken away from our house. She took a deep breath, trying hard not to cry. Usually Matt came out with her but she hadn't told him tonight. For some reason she wanted to do it alone.

"Anyway, he's about 3'1 and he has dark black hair like Matt. He also has hazel eyes. If, if anybody out there or anybody watching tonight has seen him, please just call the local police station. Matt and I both really want our son back," she said softly, not even looking at the crowd anymore.

She quickly exited the ring and walked quickly out of the stage area.

15-year-old Chase Broderick watched as one of his favorite wrestler's left the stage area. He thought about the description of her son for a moment. He had heard her come out from time to time and talk about Lucas. He felt terrible that someone would take a kid away from its home, and for a whole year she's had to suffer with that loss.

That description though, it seemed so familiar. Then it suddenly hit him.

"Mom, Dad!" he called and his dad came in from the kitchen.

"What's up Chase?" he asked concernedly. His dad knew Chase watched wrestling at this time and he hated when they interrupted him, so why was he calling for them?

"Dark black hair and hazel eyes. Really short like 3'1. That, that description. It matches the same description as that little boy that moved in across the street 2 weeks ago," said Chase, a large clump forming in his throat.

Was that...could that little it possibly be Lucas?

A/n: Dun, dun, dun! Another cliffhanger. Anyways please review and tell me what you think!