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: With a couple of days to think about what I wanted to do with this now, I am prepared enough to write the next chapter and then will look at it again and go from there. I hate writing a story that I do not completely understand because I haven't done it, and I have done a lot but none the less, this is my next attempt at more pain for Shawn and Paul. Watch things come a boiling point.

"How is she Doc?" Shawn pressed upon him as soon as the young doctor walked from the dark room that now held his daughter.

"Not good I am afraid. She has lost a serious amount of blood and judging from the cuts and abrasions on her arms and legs she has been slowly losing more of it over time. What she needs right now is a blood transfusion to keep her alive. We have her on the life support machines right now, but without the blood there is not much hope."

Shawn took in what the Doctor was telling him, not looking to where Paul stood now, his head bent into his hands, probably wondering who the donor would be out of the two of them. The last thing he wanted to hear right now is that he might not be the one to save the young girl in the room, the one he had raised as his own. The same one that now hated him for something he hadn't even known about.

"Of course I will give blood if you need it to save her life." Shawn sputtered out, looking then at the tile below him and noticing the cracks slowly climbing to the surface. Kind of like the way your life turned out.

"You are going to take blood from me too then, because there is a possibility that Shawn might not be the match you need."

The doctor positioned himself between both men, who were obviously dealing with more then he then knew about but who both wanted nothing more then to save the little girl that was now fighting for her life. "Then you both need to come with me and you need to do it quick. We don't have much time."

As they made their way down the hallway, both men knew that this was going to be the worst time of their lives. Paul had indeed slept with Rebecca, but it had been once and he had been wasted out of his mind. He didn't think anything about it and she probably didn't either, but now was where it counted. Shawn knew what happened now, the pained expression gave it away and Paul wondered when it would finally hit the fan.

He didn't have to wait that long.

Now just where the hell am I and what is that annoying noise? She wondered, blackness around her, something that although she liked, she wasn't at all used too.

"Oh I know now, my dad isn't my dad and he kept it from me all of these years, expecting me to just get over it when I did find out."

Sure she noticed the lines along her face that didn't match with her father or her mother. Sure it had made her wonder time and again as a child why she looked just a little different from the two people that had supposedly given her life. Little did she knew then that the man she loved as a father was not even her blood?

No Uncle Paul was the man with the lines on his face that made him looked tired all the time. She shared a common bond with a man that until the ripe age of 15 hadn't even bothered to come and visit her much. No he was her father and she wondered if he even had a clue, especially after the slap.

"Well you are all going to know now aren't you? I cut myself just deep enough to almost kill myself and need your help. Well if the fur didn't fly before then it sure as hell better now. Bunch of lying sacks of shit."

The darkness clouded in around her again, taking her breath away and making it harder to fight. If she died, then her death and the reason behind it would surely haunt the men in her life forever.

Letting go of the fight, she allowed herself to be taken in the darkness that awaited her. She wouldn't go to her grave a Michaels anymore, she was now a Levesque and she would make sure they never forgot that.

The doctor rushed to the room, hearing the machines as they let go of the woman they were holding on to so tightly. The nurses around him helped him try to bring her back and after ten minutes of trying everything under the sun, they timed their efforts and finally let Grace Michaels go into the darkness that had been calling to her.

He slid the door open and he took in the father. He looked into the eyes of the man that had been her daughter for all of those years, and then slid his glaze to the man that now was to take over that role. The pain on their faces was undeniable and with his head held low, he went to deliver the final blows.

""I'm sorry, we tried everything we could, but it just didn't help. I'm sorry to have to tell you both this, but Grace is gone."

Shawn broke then and as Paul went to put his arms around his friend; Shawn gave the biggest shove he could muster. "Don't you get it Paul? You caused all of this, you and that bitch!"

Shawn rushed down the hallway, unsure of where he was heading but knowing he had to get away from the man that had ruined his life. Paul had known all along that something had happened between him and Rebecca and had never once come forward on it. Now his only little girl was dead and he had nowhere to place any of the hurt but on his supposed best friend.

Grace may have wanted Shawn to feel the most pain, but as Paul sat alone, listening to the doctor talking about what to do next with the body, the pain there was evident. He had slept with her mother and now he was sitting there, her father without really having known her. She may have wanted Shawn to feel pain but in the end, it was her father that felt the most as he buried his head in his hands and cried.