Chapter 3

Author's Note: I had already had a good idea of what I was going to make out of this, so I decided to go ahead and write it up. . Remember, please read and review! It makes me happy and that helps me write better! Yay! Oh, and this chapter is a lot longer than the others (or maybe not so much), so I'm sorry for any inconvenience. .. Oh, and special thanks to:

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"What the h- what are you doing now?"

Seany peered inside the glass side door of the Portland arena, nervous and deciding to ignore Shawn's comment and attempt not to curse. They were already inside the building, but not yet backstage. Her father was diffidently getting impatient, ready to get inside and get ready for the show.

"Well, I'd say I'm nervous, but I'm not so sure." She replied sarcastically, and in a slightly smart tone. She always played with Shawn that way, and he always did it back.

"Then I suggest that you visit the psychologist so you can figure out just what you're feeling." He gently pulled on her arm, as if trying to move a stubborn mule. "C'mon Sean, you know if this would hurt you in any way I wouldn't have brought you." He assured her, opening the door. "You're safe, I promise."

Seany looked at him and then at the hallway, as if it was a huge choice. Yeah, right. Shawn would get her in there; whether it be the easy way, or the hard way.

"Ok, ok, fine." She gave up, quickly stepping inside. She quickly covered her nose, her eyes watering from the disinfectant and cleaner in the open closet beside her. "Owww..." She said, her voice muffled by the jacket that covered the lower part of her face.

"Oh, that… Yeah, you can't smell that except for right here." He said, acting genuinely sorry. But the laughter was in his eyes, and Seany couldn't help but think payback. Once again, revenge for laughing.

As they walked down the hall and Seany could finally take her jacket away from her nose, she looked to her every side to see all the superstars and backstage hands. Everywhere.

When Shawn stopped to talk to someone, she stopped and looked up at some of the artwork on the walls; nothing big, just a few small paintings on the wall. She was getting absorbed when someone came up behind them.

"Who's this?" The voice said plainly, and the smacking made it clear they were chewing gum. Seany squealed slightly; she really didn't appreciate people sneaking up on her. The room went quiet as everyone looked over to make sure no one was dying or anything. Shawn turned around as Seany did, and the smirk on his face was clearly priceless.

The woman had short, reddish-orange hair, which was frizzled and severely curly. She was pudgy, and had a clipboard in her hands. By the way she looked at Shawn, she wasn't too happy either. "Answer me Michaels, who the hell is this?"

"This, Amy, is my daughter Seany." He said, resting a hand on Seany's shoulder. She stayed quiet, not wanting to ruin anything. Her dad was good at arguments, and Seany had no doubt that he could win one against this woman.

"Well, isn't that nice, Shawn and Shawn-ie." She said in a fake voice, taking a pencil from behind her ear and tapping the eraser on the clipboard. "Where's you pass, doll."

"My what?" Seany asked, starting to strongly dislike the woman. She looked over at Shawn questioningly, needing help. She didn't fight with people much, and really didn't want to either.

"She's with me." He said plainly, clearly ignoring the fact that she was trying to start something.

"Your pass, air head. You need a backstage pass to be back here." She snickered, as if laughing at her. Seany was immediately hurt, but Shawn was already angry. "Eric told me you were adopted… What, did he find you on the side of the street and just start to call you his daughter?" She actually began to laugh. "By the way you dress, that's what it looks like."

Shawn got in front of Seany, standing right in front of the Amy woman. He did the intimidating thing to do, looking down his nose at her. "Listen, it's one thing to go around and trash everyone else because you were too fat to be a diva." He said his voice slightly loud as if to make a point. "But it's another to try and mouth off to my daughter." He leaned closer to the woman and raised his voice slightly higher. "And you're going to regret it if it ever, ever happens again."

Clearly no one had ever tried to snap back at the woman, because she instantly added Seany to the travel guests list and marked her as present. Although she didn't apologize, it was obviously all that Shawn needed. Plus, it was another victory for him.

If it wasn't for the look on the woman's face, Seany would have cried. She was sensitive, which was probably one of the reasons that Shawn had kept her off the road until then. The smile on his face when he turned made her happy all over again. At least she knew she had someone to take care of her.

"You ok sweetheart?" He asked, hugging her. Seany hugged him back, having to carefully wipe her eyes to make sure she wouldn't start to cry suddenly. "Yeah." She said softly, smiling. She hugged him once more, and then took a deep breath.

"Thanks so much dad." She whispered, blinking to try and make her eyes stop watering.

"Damn." Came a voice from beside her, and she turned to see a man with almost shoulder-length blonde hair. What do you know- Y2J himself.

"That Amy woman was wrong." He said, moving to the side from a safe distance, clearly to check out her body from every angle. "You've got some hot curves." He smiled to himself, standing up straight.

"And your threads only compliment them." He took one glance, looking her up and down, and then held out his hand. Seany could see out of the corner of her eye that Shawn was surprised, and also very speechless.

She took his hand, shaking it. "Eh, thanks. Seany Michaels."

He smiled broadly, which made Seany feel all that more comfortable. "Chris Jericho, Y2J." He looked down and checked his watch. "You're due out at any minute," He informed Shawn, looking up at him. "You should get going. I'll keep an eye out for Seany."

"There's no way in hell I'd leave her with you," Shawn said, almost as if it was through gritted teeth. It was a wonder that he even got that much out.

"Then I'll show her around." A woman with long blonde hair, (down to her mid back) walked over from a few feet away, smiling in a welcome-here fashion. She held out her hand, and Seany shook it also. "Hi… I'mDemi Carter, I help with the make-up and clothes and stuff."

Seany nodded. "I'm Seany Michaels… But you probably already know that." She looked over at Shawn and smiled. "Don't worry about me, I'll be fine. Go get ready," She said happily, as if to shoo him away.

"Alright, but be careful." Shawn warned, and gave Jericho a glare that could kill. He turned and walked down the hall, most likely heading for the locker room. Seany turned back to the two, glad to have someone like her.

"I'm so sorry about Amy," Demi said apologetically. "She's just jealous of everyone here who looks better than she does; which is just about everyone."

"It's no problem," Seany replied, although it sort of was. She was trying to put it behind her so she could forget everything the woman said. It was quiet for a few moments, but the silence was quickly filled.

"I had no clue that Michaels had a daughter." Jericho said, and Hilary nodded.

"Yeah, me neither." She agreed, and Seany found herself nodding along. She had no clue what the two were saying, but did want to explore some. "Don't you have something coming up next, Chris?" Demi asked, looking at the flat screen on the wall.

"Probably… I gotta go, but it was nice meeting you." He said hurriedly, tapping Seany on the shoulder before he left.

Seany and Demi got halfway down the hall and three words out of their mouths when Melina appeared at a doorway. Seany had thought that she had seen the woman at her worst, but obviously, she had been wrong."Carter!" She screeched, stomping her foot. "I'm on after Jericho's stupid Highlight Reel, and you have done NOTHING! Get me ready!" She screamed, andDemi sighed.

"I'm so sorry Seany," She said, looking around. She walked over to a bench a few feet away. "Dave, I have to go mess up that idiot's hair… Could you look out for her," She pointed at Seany, "for a while? Thanks." She said quickly, not giving him time to respond. She walked away, leaving him dumbfounded and Seany slightly embarrassed.

He stood up, holding out his hand (again with the hand shaking…) and taking off his sunglasses with the other hand. "Dave Batista." He chuckled, finding itamusingat how reluctant she was to shake his hand. "Don't worry, I don't bite."

She smiled slightly and finally shook his hand. "Seany Michaels."

He raised both eyebrows, seeming slightly surprised. "Seany? I thought Shawn married a Rebecca."

"He did; I'm his daughter."

"His- how old are you?" He asked, and Seany could tell that he was confused. It took everyone a while to realize who she was, and by that time, she was used to it.

"I'm 24, 25 on the 18th." She responded, clearly just confusing him even more. "I was adopted when he was 23." She explained.

He nodded. "Ok, I get it… You here for good?" He asked, glancing up at the flat screen TV on the wall.

"Well-" Seany opened her mouth and was about to speak when she was interrupted.

"Man, Dave, check this- Oh my God." A man stopped beside Dave, his red Maine jersey on top of a white t-shirt, his visor turned to the side, a championship belt over his shoulder; and who else would it be but the Dr. of Thuganomics.

"Hi." He said, slowly reaching out his hand. Seany took it carefully, shaking it like she did everyone else's. "John Cena."

Seany smiled, prepared to get the same response she always did. "Seany Michaels."

"Seany- Seany Michaels? How'd you get that last name?"

"I was adopted." She said, laughing slightly. She hadn't been given a break about her identity since she was adopted, much less since she walked through the coliseum door.

"You mind if I-" He didn't finish, but leaned to the side so he could see behind her; or rather, her behind. "Chris 2-J told me ya had some, but he usually don't see it like I can." He moved back to his first position beside Dave. "Trust me girl, you got some."

Seany blushed ever so lightly. "Eh, thanks.."

1 hour later...

It had taken her a while, but Seany finally warmed up to the two. Not like she would immediately go and call them when she got home… But she was comfortable enough that she wasn't scared of them anymore. She finally realized that there really wasn't anything scary about the two; she would probably fear a band geek more than them by the end of the show.

She turned to the TV just in time to see her father send a devastating blow to Rowdy Roddy Piper. She raised her eyebrows in approval, the Sweet Chin Music being one of her favorite finishing moves.

"Woah," John muttered, readjusting his belt on his shoulder. The spinner slowly started to rotate, soon stopping when he balanced it on his shoulder.

"He's not bad," Dave said, taking a sip of the coffee that he had gotten a few moments earlier. Everyone had slowly but surely gotten worn down, and soon they all had started to drink cup after cup of the caffeine drink.

Seany smiled and nodded, feeling slightly prouder that Shawn was her dad. It wasn't that she hadn't before; but the feeling had grown in the past few moments after hearing the respect that the two superstarshad for him.

John turned around as the TV went off, looking over her side as he did before. Dave rolled his eyes and shook his head, as if he was annoyed.

"Will you quit looking at her ass?" He asked, throwing his paper cup away. "You've seen it at least 12 times in the last hour."

"Dave," A voice sounded from behind her. "You've got to admit, she does fill out her jeans quite nicely."It said, resting their forearm on her shoulder. She almost groaned at the sight of Jericho.

Dave chuckled lightly to himself. "Yeah, but I have some respect and some sense of mind to know not to admit it out loud." He laughed a little, and Seany shook her head.

"C'mon you guys, I can't look that good. And I'm not perfect." She added, feeling a little weird from all the attention she was getting. John shook his head, picking his bag up as everyone else got ready to leave.

"We don't look for tha imperfections, like some people," He said, darting his eyes towards MNM and the Amy lady, whom were talking not too far down the hall. "Or at least I don't. I look for tha good characteristics, like your as- Jeans."

She giggled slightly to herself, shaking her head as if she couldn't believe what she was hearing. "Thanks guys," she said to everyone, grabbing her jacket. She had been told to meet him at the door so that she wouldn't have to deal with anyone asking her why she was with Shawn, who was she, where's Rebecca, ect. "It was fun," she said, starting to walk down the hall.

"See ya around," Dave called over his shoulder, as Y2J was getting his stuff together. Things would diffidently be different backstage after Seany arrived.

Author's Note: I'm still not sure about who to get her with yet… I think I have a pretty good idea, but no one really knows yet… Anyways, sorry if it was too long… Please review so I know! . Also, tell me if you like everyone so far… Thanks again!