Disclaimer: I do not own any of the WWE wrestlers listed in this story, they are owned by the WWE and the Chairman Vincent Kennedy McMahon. Like so many others, I have no money to be sued so any likeness to real life is completely coincidental.

Summary: A well known superstar's daughter deals with being almost famous, with tragic consequences.

Genre: Angst and Drama

A/N: It has taken me a long time to update this one only because I wanted to make sure I had another good chapter to carry the story on. This one will be short, much like the rest but maybe a little shorter because it is only going to pertain to one single event that will shape the lives of three of the key players in this story. Please be patient with me as this story goes along because I am trying to do the right thing in writing it and not be too entirely graphic but I still want to have a realistic edge to this, which comes from talking to people that have indeed done this to themselves and still do years later. To Katy, you are the most wonderful person and I am glad that at the end of the day when you look at yourself you see yourself better then you were before, and stronger. I am here if you ever need me and you have become one of the best people I know. Never give up and always live strong. That goes for anyone that reads this and knows me and my writing. The world is better with all of you in it!

Not in the mood for anymore talking then, the moved on to where their daughter, who could indeed turn out to be both of these men's daughter was at that very moment.

Paul mentioned how she had stormed off into the women's locker room area and how knowing her she would still be in there seething at what Paul had just finished doing to her. He had always thought of her fondly, even when she turned on the only man she knew as her father, but now he had a totally different outlook on it.

Shawn was troubled because not only was his daughter there in the arena with him, but she had also turned on him, making him wonder just where he had gone wrong. Seeing her in his best friend's eyes had made him sick to his stomach but at the end of the day, he knew she came first had he had to make sure she knew how grateful he was to have her back near him once again.

Paul pounded on the locker room door, not wanting to walk right in because he knew that many women were in there during the night and even naked, and it just wasn't the right way to go about it. Shawn, standing at his side suddenly had enough of the calling names through the door and the pounding they were doing to get attention and pushed his way into the room.

The image before him then made him wretch and immediately head for the toilet. Blood was draining on the floor, slowly clotting and pouring out onto the floor from which she now lay. When he finished in the bathroom he made his way out to find that Paul, although also shaken, had bent to her and checked her for signs of life.

The knife, full of her blood was lying by her side, the only evidence that she had again been cutting herself in a form of release from what she saw as her life.

Shawn bent down to her and immediately grabbed her hand, letting the tears fall freely from his eyes, knowing that there was no one now that could see him and berate him for going against his strong image.

"Oh Gracie, will you please wake up? Daddy is here and he isn't leaving you this time, no matter what. I know I haven't done what you needed me to do but I will do it now, if only you hear me and let me know you are alive."

Paul stood then, taking her in his arms and making his way towards the swinging door to the locker room. Shawn pushed past him and held the door as Paul brought the young girl out, blood still dripped from her arms and legs. There had been a pulse but it had been so faint that Paul almost hadn't heard it.

"We need a medic here please! This girl is fading fast, please someone get a medic!" Shawn screamed, not yet ready to let on that the girl in question was his little girl, but doing everything in his power to make sure she made it through the night.

The medical personnel came running then, three of them ready and able to assist in whatever they could do until the ambulance came.

"Who is this?" one of the younger men asked, not sure he had ever seen this young woman in the ring before and not knowing she was indeed someone on the roster as of that night.

"Her name is Grace Michaels and she is my little girl. Please, she cut herself; she has been doing it for years. You need to do whatever it takes to make sure she lives. Please guys do not let her leave me again."

The medical men didn't know what the elder Michaels had meant by his last comment but were determined to help the girl no matter what the cost. As Shawn and Paul moved away and let the men do their work, both of them lowered their heads and prayed that she didn't die on the gurney there on that night. Not until this whole mess could be sorted out once and for all.