95 is written in Danny's POE and takes place where 94 left off. Now you'll get the Beyond the Grave chapter title for this mini - arc. - Juliet

One more note: "The Tonight Show with Conan O'Brien" doesn't exist. Yet.

Well we dragged Jules kicking and screaming to finish 95 (it's a joke Jules!) but she did. And she did a great job! 96 has a couple of people who haven't been in this fic yet. I think one's been mentioned and I know that person we've been bugged about. TTFN! -Dana

I was sitting on the couch watching TV while various others around me were talking about the trial and other stuff. Dad, Steve, and Owen were sitting around talking, probably catching up on 20 years or so. Eddy and Erichson were talking about something in hushed tones. I noticed Michael was on the phone earlier and looking very serious. At one point Eddy turned as white as a sheet. I wonder what all that was about? Last time he looked that white was when Uncle Dean and Perry found out about Dad. I was feeling better physically, but after the confrontation between Mom and Dad yesterday I felt ten times worse emotionally.

Erichson suddenly got up and left the main room that interconnected to a few of the rooms on this floor. Eddy also left the room but came back a few seconds later with a VCR. I recognized it as the one he kept in his office at OVW. The one I used to play the tape of Atlanta to Chavo that day I went to confront Eddy.

"Danny can you turn the TV off for a second?" Uncle Eddy asked as he went to start trying to connect the VCR to the plasma TV I'd previously been watching.

"What's going on Eddy?" Owen asked.

"I got a call from Debra and Athena," Eddy started to explain. "They're on their way back to the hotel, but they ran into some unexpected developments on their way out the door."

"What sort of complications?" Eric asked, coming into the room. Eric had opted not to show up until AFTER my mother had left the hotel yesterday, which meant that practically everybody but my mother knew about Eric's involvement in faking Dad, Steve, and Owen's death. I'm almost dreading what she'll do to him when she DOES find out. Somehow I don't think Eric will get a slap like my Dad did.

I did find out yesterday that Eddy did tell Mom about his involvement in this mess. She wasn't happy with him either, needless to say.

Eddy sighed. Definitely did that a lot. "Two people showed up at her house, One of them sent looking for me with something that I'd actually been waiting for, for awhile. They're on their way here now. That's why Erichson left. He's gone downstairs to clear them on up here."

"What kind of something?" Steve asked.

Another sigh from Uncle Eddy. "I think I'd better wait until they get here to explain everything, but in short, Al Snow came by to find me to give me a package from Colette Foley." Dad, Owen, and Eric's eyes suddenly seemed to comprehend understanding. I wonder what other secrets they're hiding?

"I thought Al was in England on a book tour?" Bret Hart asked coming into the room with Shane McMahon.

"He was, but Colette apparently called him and asked him to come to New York to get what she wanted me to have. It'll be explained when Erichson and the rest get back up here." Eddy explained.

"Who's the other person?" I asked.

Eddy, stood, his face softening somewhat as he looked at Steve with what he said next: "Apparently Al ended up with your youngest along for part of the ride into the States," Eddy finished smiling some.

"Cassidy?" Steve asked, his voice gruffer than usual with emotion, tears in his eyes.

I knew Steve had kids but I didn't know they lived on the other side of the ocean!

Before anything else could be discussed Erichson came in with Athena stepping in first followed by RAW announcer Al Snow. Debra walked in with a blonde girl, who looked about Athena's age. She looked at Steve with tears in her eyes.

"Daddy!" she said running towards the man.

"Cass," Steve whispered, his voice as rough as I'd ever heard it. I looked around the room and I noticed Debra Austin had a few tears in her eyes as well. Everybody else looked emotional at the sight of the father/daughter reunion.

Everybody gave Father and Daughter a few minutes to themselves as Al Snow handed Uncle Eddie a package that looked suspiciously like a videotape.

Not another one!

"Ahem," Eddie cleared his throat, interrupting things. "Before I tell you guys what Colette gave me, there's a few matters that need to be cleared up first. One of those is the true nature of Mick Foley's death,"

There were a few gasps at that statement. Of course there would be. The story had always been that Mick passed suddenly, and in his sleep.

Bret turned to his brother. "I thought you said - "

Owen shook his head as Eddie continued: "Mick wasn't killed by Vince as some might be thinking. He did pass away in his sleep, but it wasn't as sudden as some might think." Eddie then turned to Al Snow as if asking if he wanted to pick this up. I wondered about that until I remembered something that Uncle Dean had mentioned to me at Mick's funeral about Al and Mick were best friends. So maybe it stood to reason that Al knew more about what caused Foley's death than anybody else.

Al sighed and took over. "Mick had inoperable brain cancer," he explained, "similar to what killed Piper, actually except it didn't cause the personality changes in Mick that it did Piper before he died. Colette and Mick found out about a year before he died. But Mick, being Mick, he didn't want anybody to pity him or look at him different because he was sick. Plus with so many wrestling deaths over the years, some not so dead it turns out," he added looking at three people in particular, "he didn't want hardly any of his close friends to watch him slowly die. So he and Colette kept it quiet and only told a few people what was really happening. Me, Debra, Dean, Eddie to name a few. I think he told you, Ric as well."

Uncle Ric nodded. "He wanted to make amends with me before he died." Make amends? I didn't know that there was anything acrimonious between Ric and Mick. I'd have to ask Ric for the story about that later.

Eddie took back over the story: "Once Mick told me about it, I needed to make a few decisions. I talked to Michael, and eventually Eric, and decided on something important."

"We decided to tell Mick the truth about what was going on. Everything."

The room was quiet with shock. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Eddie, who had bent over backwards to keep almost everybody in this room from finding out the truth, just dropped a huge bombshell that he and the others decided to reveal the whole truth to Mick Foley!

"I felt, that if Mick was going to die, then it wasn't worth it to keep not only the truth about his friends from him but see his friends as well."

Wait a minute, does he mean?

"When Eddie told us that Mick was dying, we agreed it was worth the risk to travel to New York to see him," Dad broke in, speaking up for the first time since Eddie brought the VCR in the room.

"Took at little bit to work out, especially since Vince was using Eric heavily the weekend we took the trip, so we had to use one of the FBI's pilots, but we managed to get in and out without Vince finding out thank goodness. Little bit trickier with Mick's funeral, but that turned out good as well. Of course that was a year ago and given what's happened since I'm not sure we could get away with that one again."

"How did Mick take things?" Al asked. Hell I'm wondering how Al's taking the fact that three people he thought were dead are actually alive?

Dad chuckled. "He wasn't too happy at first. Kinda had a reaction similar to Ric's when he showed up where we were hiding. Luckily there wasn't a car involved," there were a few chuckles, and Uncle Ric grimaced.

"I think though, he was happy to see us again," Owen said. "But I think it was bittersweet for all of us because we were telling Mick the truth and he was going to die. Those weren't the circumstances we'd ever wanted to tell him under."

There was a sadness permeating around the room after that. So I spoke up.

"You said you told him everything - "

Eddie chuckled, "I told him about Eric before I brought Shane, Owen, and Chris in. Wasn't too thrilled about that fact if I recall. As for Steve," Eddie opened the package and took out, I was right, I videotape. "That's what this is for."

"Colette told me at Mick's funeral, that shortly after we visited, he made a tape, that was for the most part addressed to Steve, but had messages for Owen, Chris, and Shane as well. At the time we thought that Steve would never wake up from the coma. Colette and me made an agreement that she would keep the videotape unless one of two things happened:

One: Steve woke up, in which case I'd get the tape and I'd give it to Steve and the others then, or

Two: Vince got taken down in which case I'd get the tape and keep unless Steve woke up."

"Of course, our luck, both happened at the same time," Eric said.

Eddie gave him a look and continued. "Colette would decide who would hand deliver it to me, since there was too much of a risk in mailing something like this off, especially in the event that Vince was taken to jail. Kinda figured it would be you." Eddie told Al.

"Let's see the tape," Steve said voice thick with emotion.

Eddie nodded and popped the tape in and pressed play.

Mick Foley's face appeared on the big screen. He looked like he had in his last public appearance on the "Tonight Show with Conan O'Brien" a couple of years back, except a little thinner and a little withdrawn. He had the face of a man who knew what fate had in store for him and couldn't hold it at bay much longer. He was sitting in what I think was the Foley living room. Or at least I think it was. I was there for the wake a year ago.

"Hey guys," he said, or rather his videotaped image said on screen. "If you guys are watching this, then that means I'm dead, your not, and Steve's awake. Hopefully Vince is also in the deepest darkest jail they could find."

"Not quite yet," Shane McMahon said softly.

"Hopefully Al got Colette's instructions right and managed to find Eddie and didn't like stop by Debra, or Nancy's houses first. Hey! My possibly last Al Snow joke!"

"Hey!" Al said. "You promised!"

Mick went into a severe coughing fit then. Then turned back to the camera.

"Don't worry about this, it'll happen from time to time, and I'm dead anyways, so I'm no longer bothered by this anyways. And if Al's listening, I'm dead, which means I kept my promise of no more Al Snow jokes for as long as I lived.

"Thought it was as long as both of us lived," Al grumbled.

Anyways, I guess I should say some things, last words, that kind of thing. Shane, I'm sorry your Dad was such a sadistic bastard. Part of me wishes you never had to learn first hand how far he could take his evilness, while another is grateful that you didn't follow his lead and took more after Linda. If she isn't here, pass along my wishes for her to have a happy life beyond Vince. The woman certainly deserves it. Treat your kids better than Vince treated you and Stephanie."

"I will," Shane replied.

"Chris, Owen, I hope that you've been able to get back to your lives, and be with your families. Hopefully they, especially Bret and Ric know the truth. They deserve it. Chris I meant what I said when you were here. Danny takes after you more than perhaps any of us realize yet."

Dad, who had sat on one of the couches with me, gave me a quick, tight hug as Mick said that last part.

"Eddie, I wish you hadn't waited so long to tell me. Hopefully it didn't take years to finally take Vince down and that burden you've been carrying has been lifted from you.

"Somewhat," Uncle Eddie quietly said.

Mick took a bone - rattling breath then, the only real indication up until then that he was sick. "Steve."

"Mick," Steve spoke back to the videotape as if fighting the emotions within him.

"God, I hope you're seeing this. Of course part of me hopes that I get this tape done, then I get a call saying your awake, and I'll come and see ya again and this tape business won't be necessary. But something deep in my gut tells me that's not going to happen."

"I've missed you probably the most. Next to Al, you and Owen were probably the closest friends I had in this business and then Kemper happened. After Kemper, I don't think either of us were the same after that. Then you walked out and came back. I'd love to know the story behind that, but maybe God will tell me if I don't get a chance to hear it from you. Then you died, and I think more than anything, that's what permanently severed me from the business. The night you 'died,' I think any love I had for the business died forever as well."

"Oh Vince, tried to get me to come back. Tried to throw money, anything I wanted, any angle I wanted. But I refused. Wrestling was so different from, I'd say before Kemper, but I would guess it goes back a little deeper, to Brian's death I suppose. I didn't want to be apart of it anymore. And I guess I was a little suspicious of how convenient that the scaffold fell apart over the concrete, where it was likely to cause the most injury. Eddie's visit just sort of confirmed a lot of things that had been going around in my head for awhile now."

"We had some good times you and I. Don't be angry at Eddie or anybody else in this room. They did what they thought was best and maybe it was the only thing that could be done, given Vince's power."

"I'm hoping that Debra's with you. Hopefully she got the letter I sent her- "

"I read it," she said.

"Mick continued seemingly uninterrupted. "Hopefully you take some of the things I said to heart.

Mick coughed then. "I guess that's it. I wish I could see you guys one more time. Hopefully that'll still happen. Until then."

Suddenly a socked hand popped up on the screen. "Have a nice day!" The screen went dark.

Eddie popped the tape out. There wasn't a dry eye in the room.

Now, we just had to put Vince and crew away for good.

Okay, balls in your court now, Dana.