Jules wrote this. The order after this chapter is a bit uncertain at the moment. Jules wants a lot of advanced warning ;) (Yeah she did something. I'm clean of that idea!)
Everybody was backstage after RAW went off the air following Vince, Stephanie, Hunter, and Jeff getting arrested for 20 years worth of crimes. Vince was vowing that everybody would pay while Linda McMahon was muttering something about a divorce attorney. I have a feeling things were about to get a lot worse for Vince.
Eric had stood by one of the tech areas, trying to look like he was minding in own business as Vince was being carted away by the police. After Vince was lead out of sight the man had a great big smile on his face. Given what little I know about the so - called "Monday Night Wars," I can imagine that Eric's very happy that Vince was going to jail.
I was in one of the Lockerrooms trying to calm my sister down after the show ended. Not an easy task considering that she just found out that her 'Best friends' were behind the 'murder' of her father. I made a mental note to ask Dad about that. I know he doesn't want to cause trouble by revealing he's alive but I think Megan really needs it.
"I feel like such a fool," my sister cried over my shoulder. "How could I have been lead to believe that Stephanie and Hunter cared about me? How could I have thought they were these great people? If I - God, I got to be the most shallow person on Earth right now don't? To befriend her own father's killers?"
"Hey, hey, hey," I said, trying to reassure my sister, "You didn't know. None of us knew until recently. The McMahons are master manipulators. If that evidence had never been found, you'd have never known about Dad or what they were really capable of unless they decided you were no longer of use to them."
"Danny's right Meg," Ric Flair spoke up coming into the room. He was flexing his hand a little, so I assumed he injured it slightly when he went after the McMahon's earlier in the evening. "Vince McMahon could talk a fish out of water and not make the fish realize that it needed water to survive. You did nothing wrong Megan. Just made a wrong choice about people. It happens to everybody."
I wondered if Ric was talking about Megan's situation or his with Eric Bischoff. I've known for a long time that Mom, Dad, Uncle Ric, and Uncle Arn have had a passionate dislike for Eric. I've seen old videotapes and heard and seen the things the two have done and said to each other and know perfectly well what Ric Flair's opinion of the man who was once his boss has been for over a quarter of a century. Now I wondered if Uncle Ric's opinion might change given the revelations of the last month. Somehow doubt it'll change all that much.
"But they killed Daddy!" Megan wailed. "How, even in heaven, could Dad ever love me after that! I'm a horrible person for befriending those monsters!"
That was it. I was definitely talking to Dad about taking Megan to the cabin. She definitely needed to see and talk to him. I could see in Uncle Ric's eyes that he felt the same way.
"Why didn't you tell me about this when you found out! Why didn't you tell me at Kemper?!" Megan cried.
"I didn't want them to hurt you." I said ignoring Uncle Ric's glare, fully knowing he didn't know about my little misadventure of a few weeks ago. It was the truth so far as that went. I really DIDN'T know what the McMahons were capable of doing to my sister if I told her what I knew. I'm just glad it's almost over and that it was safe for her to start knowing this stuff.
"If it helps, I put Stephanie in a sharpshooter," offered Athena who, along with her uncle, were just now entering the small lockerroom. I stood up as Athena was crouching next to my sister. I needed some fresh air and the conversation I knew Uncle Ric wanted to have was definitely something I wanted to put off for now.
"I'm going to check on Eddy," I said heading out of the lockerroom, still ignoring Ric's stare. I'd just reached Eddy when his cell rang. I stayed quiet half hoping it was the cabin.
"Hello? Yeah it's me. This really isn't the best time for me to be talking though. I'm not exactly in the safest of places." There was a pause as Uncle Eddy listened to what the other person was saying on the other end. My uncle got an amazed expression on his face.
"What? Are you sure? I thought Chase said that after fifteen years - Yeah I'll get Eric and meet you guys in San Antonio. We've got to talk anyways. We'll see you in an hour. Bye," Eddy hung up the phone and nearly collided with me. He had a deer in the headlights look, similar to that at the cabin that first night when Dad found out I was the son he left behind fourteen years ago.
"Danny, " Eddy began, "what do - "
"So what's in San Antonio that's so important? And what's this about the man who faked my father's death saying about fifteen years?" I asked knowing nobody was around us at the moment so it was safe for me to ask that question. I'm pretty sure that the Chase he was talking about was the same Chase that faked my Father's and Owen's deaths. As it turns out I really really should've just walked away instead of asking those questions. But then again, questions are what got me into this mess in the first place isn't it?
Eddy sighed. "How much did you hear?"
"Enough to know that you and Eric are keeping something else from me."
"Danny, this really REALLY has nothing to do with anything - " Eddy started to say.
"The hell it isn't!" I said in a low voice that I think scared the shit out of Uncle Eddy. Maybe I am turning into my father. "The man that caused my family all the turmoil it's gone through and going through again is in San Antonio and maybe, just maybe I'd like to confront the Son of Bitch and ask him why he thought it was necessary to make the world believe that my Dad was dead!"
Uncle Eddy bend his head to look at his shoes. I wondered for a minute if he was just going to walk away or knock me out to prevent me from following him. Finally with weary eyes he looked at me.
"Come on, I don't have time to talk you out of this. We need to get Eric and get out of here. Hopefully we'll be back at the hotel tomorrow." Eddy said already heading toward the area backstage where, hopefully Eric was. "Eric's going to kill me," Uncle Eddy muttered.
We found Eric looking over so me paperwork in another lockerroom set up as an office.
"We need to get to San Antonio. Now" Eddy said getting right to the point.
"Why, and why is he here?" Eric said looking past Eddy at me.
"I got a call from Mark a few minutes ago. Chase thinks he may be about to wake up." Uncle Eddy explained. Something told me that the fifteen year thing was starting to make a little bit more sense, even though I had no idea what they were talking about, who Mark was, and who the 'he' that was waking up was.
"Bastard always did have incredible timing didn't he?" Eric muttered. "Wait until after we've nailed Vince to make himself useful"
"Yep, that he does doesn't he?" Uncle Eddy said with a smile that earned a glare from Eric.
He closed his briefcase with a decisive snap and then looked at me.
"I assume?" Eric started asking. Eddy nodded halting the question. I'm pretty sure I knew what he was asking anyways.
Eric sighed. "There's no time to convince you to stay here. Let's go and let's go now."
And that's how I came to go to San Antonio in the middle of the night, probably making Megan, Athena, and Ric stand on their heads worrying about me.
Everybody was backstage after RAW went off the air following Vince, Stephanie, Hunter, and Jeff getting arrested for 20 years worth of crimes. Vince was vowing that everybody would pay while Linda McMahon was muttering something about a divorce attorney. I have a feeling things were about to get a lot worse for Vince.
Eric had stood by one of the tech areas, trying to look like he was minding in own business as Vince was being carted away by the police. After Vince was lead out of sight the man had a great big smile on his face. Given what little I know about the so - called "Monday Night Wars," I can imagine that Eric's very happy that Vince was going to jail.
I was in one of the Lockerrooms trying to calm my sister down after the show ended. Not an easy task considering that she just found out that her 'Best friends' were behind the 'murder' of her father. I made a mental note to ask Dad about that. I know he doesn't want to cause trouble by revealing he's alive but I think Megan really needs it.
"I feel like such a fool," my sister cried over my shoulder. "How could I have been lead to believe that Stephanie and Hunter cared about me? How could I have thought they were these great people? If I - God, I got to be the most shallow person on Earth right now don't? To befriend her own father's killers?"
"Hey, hey, hey," I said, trying to reassure my sister, "You didn't know. None of us knew until recently. The McMahons are master manipulators. If that evidence had never been found, you'd have never known about Dad or what they were really capable of unless they decided you were no longer of use to them."
"Danny's right Meg," Ric Flair spoke up coming into the room. He was flexing his hand a little, so I assumed he injured it slightly when he went after the McMahon's earlier in the evening. "Vince McMahon could talk a fish out of water and not make the fish realize that it needed water to survive. You did nothing wrong Megan. Just made a wrong choice about people. It happens to everybody."
I wondered if Ric was talking about Megan's situation or his with Eric Bischoff. I've known for a long time that Mom, Dad, Uncle Ric, and Uncle Arn have had a passionate dislike for Eric. I've seen old videotapes and heard and seen the things the two have done and said to each other and know perfectly well what Ric Flair's opinion of the man who was once his boss has been for over a quarter of a century. Now I wondered if Uncle Ric's opinion might change given the revelations of the last month. Somehow doubt it'll change all that much.
"But they killed Daddy!" Megan wailed. "How, even in heaven, could Dad ever love me after that! I'm a horrible person for befriending those monsters!"
That was it. I was definitely talking to Dad about taking Megan to the cabin. She definitely needed to see and talk to him. I could see in Uncle Ric's eyes that he felt the same way.
"Why didn't you tell me about this when you found out! Why didn't you tell me at Kemper?!" Megan cried.
"I didn't want them to hurt you." I said ignoring Uncle Ric's glare, fully knowing he didn't know about my little misadventure of a few weeks ago. It was the truth so far as that went. I really DIDN'T know what the McMahons were capable of doing to my sister if I told her what I knew. I'm just glad it's almost over and that it was safe for her to start knowing this stuff.
"If it helps, I put Stephanie in a sharpshooter," offered Athena who, along with her uncle, were just now entering the small lockerroom. I stood up as Athena was crouching next to my sister. I needed some fresh air and the conversation I knew Uncle Ric wanted to have was definitely something I wanted to put off for now.
"I'm going to check on Eddy," I said heading out of the lockerroom, still ignoring Ric's stare. I'd just reached Eddy when his cell rang. I stayed quiet half hoping it was the cabin.
"Hello? Yeah it's me. This really isn't the best time for me to be talking though. I'm not exactly in the safest of places." There was a pause as Uncle Eddy listened to what the other person was saying on the other end. My uncle got an amazed expression on his face.
"What? Are you sure? I thought Chase said that after fifteen years - Yeah I'll get Eric and meet you guys in San Antonio. We've got to talk anyways. We'll see you in an hour. Bye," Eddy hung up the phone and nearly collided with me. He had a deer in the headlights look, similar to that at the cabin that first night when Dad found out I was the son he left behind fourteen years ago.
"Danny, " Eddy began, "what do - "
"So what's in San Antonio that's so important? And what's this about the man who faked my father's death saying about fifteen years?" I asked knowing nobody was around us at the moment so it was safe for me to ask that question. I'm pretty sure that the Chase he was talking about was the same Chase that faked my Father's and Owen's deaths. As it turns out I really really should've just walked away instead of asking those questions. But then again, questions are what got me into this mess in the first place isn't it?
Eddy sighed. "How much did you hear?"
"Enough to know that you and Eric are keeping something else from me."
"Danny, this really REALLY has nothing to do with anything - " Eddy started to say.
"The hell it isn't!" I said in a low voice that I think scared the shit out of Uncle Eddy. Maybe I am turning into my father. "The man that caused my family all the turmoil it's gone through and going through again is in San Antonio and maybe, just maybe I'd like to confront the Son of Bitch and ask him why he thought it was necessary to make the world believe that my Dad was dead!"
Uncle Eddy bend his head to look at his shoes. I wondered for a minute if he was just going to walk away or knock me out to prevent me from following him. Finally with weary eyes he looked at me.
"Come on, I don't have time to talk you out of this. We need to get Eric and get out of here. Hopefully we'll be back at the hotel tomorrow." Eddy said already heading toward the area backstage where, hopefully Eric was. "Eric's going to kill me," Uncle Eddy muttered.
We found Eric looking over so me paperwork in another lockerroom set up as an office.
"We need to get to San Antonio. Now" Eddy said getting right to the point.
"Why, and why is he here?" Eric said looking past Eddy at me.
"I got a call from Mark a few minutes ago. Chase thinks he may be about to wake up." Uncle Eddy explained. Something told me that the fifteen year thing was starting to make a little bit more sense, even though I had no idea what they were talking about, who Mark was, and who the 'he' that was waking up was.
"Bastard always did have incredible timing didn't he?" Eric muttered. "Wait until after we've nailed Vince to make himself useful"
"Yep, that he does doesn't he?" Uncle Eddy said with a smile that earned a glare from Eric.
He closed his briefcase with a decisive snap and then looked at me.
"I assume?" Eric started asking. Eddy nodded halting the question. I'm pretty sure I knew what he was asking anyways.
Eric sighed. "There's no time to convince you to stay here. Let's go and let's go now."
And that's how I came to go to San Antonio in the middle of the night, probably making Megan, Athena, and Ric stand on their heads worrying about me.