Chapter 2

Author's Note: Special thanks to everyone who reviewed! Thanks! There were also some questions, so I thought I'd go ahead and answer them this chapter. Anyways, I'm sorry it took so long to update, I was internet-less for the weekend… But now I'm back! .

"I hate the airport already." Seany muttered, carefully sitting down on a fold-out seat next to Shawn. She looked around the room, seeing only a few people sitting nearby. Obviously Maine wasn't as big as the Caribbean this time of year. "I thought you traveled with the other wrestlers." She asked in a plain, statement way.

He opened one eye and adjusted his weight in the chair. He himself had been dozing off, and Seany's question caused him to snap back to reality. He closed his eye again, after realizing that the plane wasn't in yet.

"Yeah, but their plane left yesterday. I came home last night."

Seany nodded as if she understood, not noticing that he was trying to do anything but sit and wait for the plane. Shepulled her legs up onto the seat to get comfortable. The seats weren't exactlyher favorite in the world. "How do you know what city you're in if you travel so much?"

"Because that's usually what you think about on the hours of traveling."

He didn't open either eye that time, or even look at her. He just answered in a low voice, trying to catch the few fleeting moments of sleep that he could.

"Oh." She said softly, sitting back in the chair to once again try and find comfort on the itchy fabric. "You dotravel a lot."

Shawn barely nodded, not even sure of what she had said. "Mmmm-hmmm."

Seany smiled weakly, glancing around. She caught the ticket woman looking at herlooked back. The woman quickly looked away, which made Seany wonder what was going on. Letting it go she turned back to her father.

"Why'd you adopt me?" She asked, turning her head to the side to look at him. She'd never asked him, but it was always something she had meant to. He had everything- money, fame, a big house; why would he adopt a little kid to ruin everything?

He sighed, realizing that it was hopeless to even try and sleep. He sat up and rubbed his forehead, trying to erase the thought of sleep from his mind. He leaned over, resting his elbows on his knees. "Are you serious?"

She blinked, the words taking a few moments to register in her head; it wasn't exactly the response that she had expected. Or atleast not what she had gone through in her head every time she thoughtabout the conversation."Well- yeah."

"Because; I wasn't married, I was 23, and I wanted someone at home to take care of." He explained, checking his watch. The plane still hadn't came, andhe was starting to get impatient."And I wanted someone besides Esma to come home to."

Seany looked up at the ceiling. "Oh." She replied, trying to count the tiles. She planned to start to count the small black spots on each tile next, doing anything to pass the time. "Esma our housemaid?" She asked,thinking of the elder woman that she had known since she was a little girl.

"Yeah," He said, getting slightly impatient. The plane was due in at any moment, and nobody had said anything. He hoped it wasn't delayed. He'd be late for the show and probably fired for his little 'stunt' he pulled the night before. What a great first impression for your daughter. "She's the reason that you were adopted."

"She's the wha- how?"

Shawn chuckled slightly. "There's no way they'd let me adopt you." He said, and Seany could tell he was laughing at himself… 'The good old days'. He just had that look in his eyes. "Esma co-signed, so you had a guardian at home to watch you. It also helped that the Social woman was a HBK fan."

"Esma, as in our housemaid?"

"Yeah… I thought I'd already told you that."

"But I don't believe it." She shuddered at the thought of the older Latino woman being her mother. Not that she was racist, it was just who Esma was; her personality. She was just… Seany had grown up with the woman as her maid/nanny, so this new piece of information stunned her. "So she's my- mother?"

"Sorta… She didn't want to be your mom though; she just wanted to help me out."

"Oh, ok." She said, starting to relax and layher head on the back of the chair.She had never really had a mom, and now that she had experienced life without one; to tell the truth, she really didn't want one. Shawn was two parents in one, and even more protective than that. Plus, Rebecca sort of doubled as a mom somtimes, or rather a good friend.

Neither one of them spoke for a while, which gave the nervous thoughts of that night's RAW a chance to creep back into her mind. She hated the thought of it being- well, it could be almost anything. It could be one of the best things she'd ever experience, or it could be one of the worst. One thing was for sure; the show wouldn't be boring. From what she had seen every week, there was enough action for anyone.

The fact that Shawn was still in the business also helped to ease her tension. He was an honest man, and didn't put up with any crap. If it was as horrible as she was expecting it to be, then he would have been gone. And it would have been a LONG time ago.

"Who do you hang out with?" She asked as she lost track of how many tiles she had counted. She wouldn't even try the black splotches; the tiles were hard enough to carry on a conversation while counting, and the cross of colors and everything would just be too confusing for her.

"Well… I don't really hang out with anyone. I have mild friends, I guess." He replied, drumming his fingers on the hand rest.

"Who do you not hang out with?" She asked, leaning boredly on her arm. Maybe this could make a list of who he did hang out with, which could help her. She'd know who her father was in with and who he wasn't. That

He shook his head and smiled to himself. Seany would never change, no matter what happened. Or at least that's what he thought. "Alright… I don't hang out with that Carlito kid, or those heart throb idiots. Or that Chris Masters ass. Or that Edge guy, the home wrecker- nor Gene Snitsky, Coachman, Kane, or Kerwin White." He sat back as if thinking about whom else. He rubbed his chin, as someone would if they had a long beard to stroke.

"Neither do I hang out with Kurt Angle or that French guy. Or Ric Flair, Tyson Tomko, Christian, or that Viscera." (I forgot to mention that I kept Christian on RAW too.. Tee hee . sorry)

"Cool…" Seany said with a slight smile, dumbfounded. Who did he hang out with? It sounded as if he had just recited the whole roster; all in alphabetical order. Maybe this would be a little more difficult than she thought..

"Flight 182 to Portland, Maine; boarding."

The loud voice over the intercom caused Seany to jump and Shawn to laugh. She glared at him playfully, a look that meant diffident pay back; for himlaughing. Right.

"What's this thing made of?" Seany asked, poking the sides of the tunnel. "I don't know if I wannago in." She said, cautiously peering into the space.

"My God Seany, just walk forward. It's no different than walking in the upstairs hallway." Shawn said, pushing her in the back hurriedly. He couldn't stand to wait a minute, incase he was late. She would just have to learn to get used to the planes.

On the plane…

Seany patted the hand rests, exploring her seat. Shawn had given her the window seat, thinking that having something to look at might keep her busy during the four hour flight. Pff, yeah right.

"Why haven't you moved?" Shawn asked, an hour into the flight. Seany head was turned to the side, looking towards the aisle.

"I don't want to look outside… It reminds me of how high up we are."

"And you're afraid of heights." Shawn finished for her, sighing. "You wanna switch seats?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Nah... I'll just go toasleep." She said, pulling a blanket out of her small backpack that she had opted to keep with her. She pulled her knees to her body and wrapped herself in the blanket, resting her head on thecushioned head rest. These seats were SO much better than the ones that were in the waiting room at the airport.Shawn just rested his head on his hand, looking at the back of the seat ahead of them. It was going to be a long flight.

Author's Note: I hope that was a better length… Review so I'll know . The next chapter is better, promise! This one was just sort of giving you a look at Shawn and Seany, and also a brief look at her past and stuff. I ALSO NEED IDEAS ON WHO SHE'S GOING TO BE WITH! I have some people in mind, but I need some feed back… And once again, thanks everyone for all the great reviews!