Note: This was written by Jules who adds: I figured I should show that just because these people have been forced to work together, not ALL the grievances and problems have disappeared overnight. Dana will probably explore this further in a future chapter *G*
Athena's POV:
Uncle Bret, Ric, Shane, and me were having breakfast in a tense mood. We invited Danny's sister Megan to join us, but she declined. I think it was because of her embarrassment over what she found out last night and her former affiliations with the Helmsleys. Plus nobody still knew what happened to Eddy, Eric, and Danny after they left last night and Shane had called the cabin last night and was told they weren't there. Shane said those at the Cabin would check something out and call Shane back. I asked if that was risking it, and Shane said, "Not really." I'm worried. Where the hell could they have gone?
Ric Flair was obviously not happy with the thought that Danny had gone with Eric and Eddy. More specifically, he wasn't happy that Danny had gone with Eric Bischoff.
"That bastard better not have done anything to Danny," Mr. Flair muttered under his breath several times during the meal.
Uncle Bret finally had enough. "Look Ric," My Uncle sighed, "I know Eric did some things to you in the past and I'm not going to defend him for what he's done in the past or say he's some sort of saint but I do know that he wouldn't hurt Danny."
"I agree with Bret," Shane spoke up, "I know given everything he'd done to ruin the WWF, that he's not some sort of angel or anything but he's not that bad of a person. You just have to trust that Danny's fine with him and Eddy. He's certainly not the psycho my father is," Shane muttered that last.
I wonder how he deals with it. It certainly has to suck to know that your father, sister, and brother - in - law are megalomaniac killers.
"Yeah, well," Ric started to say, and I was wondering if a fight was going to break out at the table when Shane's phone rang.
Shane looked around to see if anybody could hear his end of the conversation. We were in a pretty remote corner and there was nobody around to hear us. He'd already waived off the waitstaff as soon as our orders were served.
"Hello?" Shane said. "Yeah Owen, what's up? They are? Well, that's good. Why they hell though, did they - " Shane cut himself off apparently listening to what was obviously my dad on the other end. His eyes suddenly got round as saucers and looked pretty comical. "What? Are you sure? Absolutely positive? Again? Yeah, true enough." Shane chuckled.
"Shane," Ric Flair said in a low tone. He had a serious expression on his face. "Can I talk to Chris for a second? I need to talk to him about something."
"Yeah hold on," Shane answered, turning back towards his cell phone. "Ric needs to talk to Chris, is that okay? No, not yet. Okay." Shane handed his phone off to Ric.
"Mind if I take this to my room?" Ric asked, obviously this was going to be a private conversation.
"Me and Marissa are in 345," Shane replied as a way of answering, "by the way, Danny, Eric and Eddy are fine. They should be back in Kentucky by tonight."
Ric nodded getting up from the table talking into the phone. "Hey Chris? It's Ric. I need to talk to you. It's about Megan.." His voice trailed off as he left the dining area.
I wondered for a moment if Ric was taking a big chance addressing Danny's father by name into the phone. Then I remembered about what Cam told me once about how during his father's time and even through the here and now that the name Chris was a common name among wrestlers. So I guess that Ric knew a lot of Chrises and that anybody that passed him by would assume that he was talking to a Chris, just not a Chris that was dead.
I turned to Shane McMahon. "Well?" I asked wanting to know just what he and my Father were talking about.
"Eric and Eddy had to take an unexpected trip last night and took Danny with them. Seems they had some out of the blue good news that may help us further with Vince. I've got to talk to Marissa and Mom. I'll see you guys in a few minutes," With that Shane got up and left the meal.
Athena's POV:
Uncle Bret, Ric, Shane, and me were having breakfast in a tense mood. We invited Danny's sister Megan to join us, but she declined. I think it was because of her embarrassment over what she found out last night and her former affiliations with the Helmsleys. Plus nobody still knew what happened to Eddy, Eric, and Danny after they left last night and Shane had called the cabin last night and was told they weren't there. Shane said those at the Cabin would check something out and call Shane back. I asked if that was risking it, and Shane said, "Not really." I'm worried. Where the hell could they have gone?
Ric Flair was obviously not happy with the thought that Danny had gone with Eric and Eddy. More specifically, he wasn't happy that Danny had gone with Eric Bischoff.
"That bastard better not have done anything to Danny," Mr. Flair muttered under his breath several times during the meal.
Uncle Bret finally had enough. "Look Ric," My Uncle sighed, "I know Eric did some things to you in the past and I'm not going to defend him for what he's done in the past or say he's some sort of saint but I do know that he wouldn't hurt Danny."
"I agree with Bret," Shane spoke up, "I know given everything he'd done to ruin the WWF, that he's not some sort of angel or anything but he's not that bad of a person. You just have to trust that Danny's fine with him and Eddy. He's certainly not the psycho my father is," Shane muttered that last.
I wonder how he deals with it. It certainly has to suck to know that your father, sister, and brother - in - law are megalomaniac killers.
"Yeah, well," Ric started to say, and I was wondering if a fight was going to break out at the table when Shane's phone rang.
Shane looked around to see if anybody could hear his end of the conversation. We were in a pretty remote corner and there was nobody around to hear us. He'd already waived off the waitstaff as soon as our orders were served.
"Hello?" Shane said. "Yeah Owen, what's up? They are? Well, that's good. Why they hell though, did they - " Shane cut himself off apparently listening to what was obviously my dad on the other end. His eyes suddenly got round as saucers and looked pretty comical. "What? Are you sure? Absolutely positive? Again? Yeah, true enough." Shane chuckled.
"Shane," Ric Flair said in a low tone. He had a serious expression on his face. "Can I talk to Chris for a second? I need to talk to him about something."
"Yeah hold on," Shane answered, turning back towards his cell phone. "Ric needs to talk to Chris, is that okay? No, not yet. Okay." Shane handed his phone off to Ric.
"Mind if I take this to my room?" Ric asked, obviously this was going to be a private conversation.
"Me and Marissa are in 345," Shane replied as a way of answering, "by the way, Danny, Eric and Eddy are fine. They should be back in Kentucky by tonight."
Ric nodded getting up from the table talking into the phone. "Hey Chris? It's Ric. I need to talk to you. It's about Megan.." His voice trailed off as he left the dining area.
I wondered for a moment if Ric was taking a big chance addressing Danny's father by name into the phone. Then I remembered about what Cam told me once about how during his father's time and even through the here and now that the name Chris was a common name among wrestlers. So I guess that Ric knew a lot of Chrises and that anybody that passed him by would assume that he was talking to a Chris, just not a Chris that was dead.
I turned to Shane McMahon. "Well?" I asked wanting to know just what he and my Father were talking about.
"Eric and Eddy had to take an unexpected trip last night and took Danny with them. Seems they had some out of the blue good news that may help us further with Vince. I've got to talk to Marissa and Mom. I'll see you guys in a few minutes," With that Shane got up and left the meal.