Disclaimer Nope I still don't own anything...wait I own Kristina and anyone else you don't recognize. Every body is their own person and works for the WWE...Although I wouldn't mind owning Randy or John or Rey or Jay -trails off and continues to mumble-
Notes: Matt/Amy/Adam issue never happened. Takes place after June 20, 2005. After the wedding of Edge and Lita. Draft picks are staying the same as they are in the shows. This is A/U, although they still wrestle obviously. You'll see why it's A/U later. Certain Smackdown! characters will be making appearances. I know I made a mistake last chapter with the whole Backlash thing. I meant Vengeance but I think you all knew what I was talking about any way. Also certain people may seem out of character. I hope you like it. Read and REVIEW please!
Pairings: you'll have to wait and see.
Summary: Can a little girl be more trouble more then she's worth? When three superstars come across a little girl one night, their whole world is turned upside down. What's her secret? Why is she so afraid of being found?
Chapter One
"YOU LOST HER!" an angered voice yelled. "How the hell could you lose a little child?"
"Mrs..."
The woman turned to face the person who addressed her. "Clark...you better have a good reason for why that thing is not in here." She pointed to the empty cell.
The man swallowed as he watched the blonde woman pace in front of him. The woman looked no older then 35. Her blonde hair was pulled up into a high ponytail, falling just below her shoulder blades. Light blue eyes glared at the young man.
"Lauren..." he began.
The blonde glared hatefully at him, "Do not address me by that name."
Black orbs fell to the floor. This woman intimidated him to no end.
"Now tell me...How did it escape?" The woman asked calmly.
"She fled, Eliza." Clark said in a calmed voice.
A pale hand ran through the golden locks. Light blue eyes piercing the form before her. "It is not a she. That thing is a monster. It needs to be found. Now tell me how it got out."
Eliza knew for a fact that...that creature would not have been able to get out without some type of outside help. She be damned if one of her workers had let that thing out of its' cage. The creature was unstable...so she believed. The slightest shift and everything around it...
Clark mumbled something inaudibly.
"What was that?" the blonde snapped, glaring into his black eyes.
"I let her go." He stated boldly.
Eliza's eyebrow rose. "You did what?" She took a step towards him, the younger man not backing away. "Are you telling that you...let my creation free. You let it loose in a world that would use it for who knows what."
Clark glared up the woman, "She looks human. She has a heart. She is not a creature as you put it. She is human." he hissed, fists clenching at his sides.
The blonde smiled. The man had finally grown a spine. Pity it happened so late. "It is worthless. A failed attempt to making a perfect creature."
"If she was so worthless then why did you still have her?"
The blonde rolled her eyes, "Must you refer to is as if it has feelings? It is nothing more then a doll."
"She is human." His fist turned white. "You killed her. Destroyed her. They asked you for your help and you turned her into your little guanine pig."
"She was dead any way..."
"Mistress Eliza." a guard at the door yelled.
"Yes what is it?"
"We found her."
A cruel smile appeared on the woman's' face. "Excellent." She turned to Clark, her smile growing wider. "Looks like you made futile efforts to save her. See I planted a chip on her. So no matter where she goes...I will find her."
"You sick son of a-"
"Now...now, no need for such language." Eliza waved her finger slightly.
"You can't have Kristina!" He yelled, hands reaching for the table.
"You named it?" the woman laughed. "My...my... my...if I didn't know any better I'd say that you loved the little creature."
The man's eyes narrowed.
"Well I'm off to get the little beast. Clark do behave. Don't do anything stupid." The woman turned.
Clark's hand gripped the knife. He took careful aim, throwing it to her retreating back. She turned catching the knife's handle before it embedded itself in her.
She tsk'd. "I told you not to do anything stupid." The knife left her hand before he could blink an eye. The knife making itself at home within his heart. He blinked, his hand moving up to the wound. Clark fell to the floor with a loud thump. Blood pooling around the man's body.
"Such a pity. I'll tell her you said bye." Eliza smirked, turning on heel as she left the bared room.
Tyson carefully laid the child down on the bed in Amy's hotel room. Black hair fell over the young girls' face. He smiled slightly as she made a soft noise in her sleep, burying her head into the warm pillow. The Problem Solver gently pulled a blanket over Kristina's sleeping form. So the man had a soft spot for kids.
"Ty?" The man turned his attention to the door. Amy leaned against the door frame, a soft smile playing on her lips. "Never knew this side of you."
The man shrugged stepping away from the bed. "Where's John?"
"He's using the bathroom." The redheaded Diva walked back out to the living area of the hotel room. Tyson following close behind after making sure the door to the bedroom was closed.
The bald wrestler nodded. He looked at her a moment. "Keep this between you and me?"
"And John." She couldn't help but laugh at his expression. "He saw you before I walked in."
"Man, don't worr'. Neither of us is going to be tryin' and messin' up your image. My lips are sealed." The brown haired wrestler stated as he plopped down on the couch beside Amy.
Tyson shook his head. "So what are we going to do about her?" he asked.
Amy chewed on her lip thoughtfully, "We know that she doesn't want to be taken to the police. She's really afraid of something and I want to know what."
John leaned back against the couch, "This reall' ain't any of our business..."The brown haired wrestler rose his hands up in defense as the redhead beside him glared. "Let me finish. Geez woman. Such a temper."
Amy smacked the back of his head.
John growled but instead of making a smart comment he continued with what he was going to say, "Anyway, like I was sayin' it ain't any of our business but there is something seriously bothering that little girl. Like you I wanna know what it is."
"How about taking her to an orphanage?" Tyson offered. It was the best he could think of. If they couldn't go to the police then maybe finding her a nice home would help.
"I don't know." Amy said thoughtfully. "I mean she freaked out when you said we should take her to the police. How is she going to feel if we take her to an orphanage?"
John and Tyson frowned.
"I wanna know what happened to her." John said, looking over his shoulder towards the closed door. He shook his head. "She was scared half to death when we found her."
Amy sighed, running a hand through her red locks. "Well...we trying and find out more later. See if she'll open up more to us."
Tyson shrugged, "I think she already has. She seems to trust us."
Amy frowned, "But why?"
John's brow knotted together., "What do you mean?"
"Why does she trust us? She barely knows us."
"Kids are known to be able to tell when someone is intent on hurting them..." Tyson said.
The Diva shrugged, "I guess so."
"We gotta at least get her some clothes." John said, cracking his knuckles. "We can't let her walk around like that the whole damn time."
The redhead glared at the WWE champion, "No shit Sherlock. I'll take her out tomorrow."
"Take who out?" Amy jumped at the new voice.
"Lisa! Damn must you do that?"
Lisa laughed, "It's so much fun." She looked between the three as she walked into the hotel room. The trio noticed she wasn't alone. The group they had left filed into the room.
"So..."Chris dragged out the word as he took a seat on the couch to the right of the redhead. "Who are we taking out?"
The blonde haired man draped an arm around the redheads shoulder. John rolled his eyes. The redhead mock glared at the Canadian.
"I'm just taking a friend out tomorrow for some clothing shopping."
Stacy and Lisa glanced at each other. Amy willingly going shopping. Something was up.
"Who are you taking?" Stacy asked, taking the seat on the arm of the chair Shane was currently occupying.
Amy glanced at the brown haired wrestler to her left, then looked back at Stacy smiling slightly. "No one you know."
Shane opened his mouth to speak, just as the bedroom door opened. The six new arrivals watching as the little girl made her way to Amy and John in a sleepy manner.
The girl yawned, her small tanned hand moving up to rub the sleep out of her. She hadn't noticed the six new occupants, instead she climbed onto the couch squeezing herself between Amy and John. Her hands rested on her lap as she looked at the brown haired champion. Blinking sleepily, she gave him a lopsided smile.
"I'm hungry..." she said in a low whisper, turning away from him to look at Amy and Tyson.
Stacy squealed, surprising the seven year old girl. Brown eyes looked up at the six people she hadn't seen before. Kristina tried burying herself deeper into the couch, blue eyes looking at her from Amy's right.
"She's so cute." Stacy exclaimed, getting up from her seat.
Chris' eyebrow rose, "I didn't know you had a kid..." he said slowly.
Amy smacked his shoulder, "You've known me for how long. I think you would have known if I had a kid."
"So if she's not yours, whose is she?" Christian asked.
John smiled slightly thinking of something believable, "She's my uncles little girl. Names Kristina." Okay so maybe it wasn't the best lie he could come up with but what else could he say. He couldn't straight out tell them that they had just found the girl out side the arena.
"So that's why you bailed on us?" Chris said, even though he wasn't buying it.
"Yeah. Sorry. He," Tyson thumbed to John, "forgot that his uncle was showing up for tonight's' show. She wanted to come with her dear Uncle Johnny."
John fought to not roll his eyes. Big brown eyed stared up at him causing him to smile.
"You could have just brought her with you." Chris said suspiciously.
"She was tired." Amy added, ruffling the little girls' hair.
Chris' eyes narrowed. He didn't buy that for a second. He knew something wasn't right about the whole ordeal.
Lisa smacked his shoulder lightly. "Chris stop. You're going to scare the little girl with the way your acting."
"Really Chris, can't you be nice for once." The leggy Diva added, shaking her head in a playful manner. She walked over to the couch kneeling in front of the little girl. A bright smile on her face. "I'm Stacy and that's..." the blonde proceeded to introduce the others.
Kristina smiled slowly, liking the grown people sitting around her. They were a strange bunch of people. From what see saw they were a strong group of from. The black haired girl, moved to sit on John's lap. He reminded her of someone. Oddly enough so had the very intimidating wrestler Tyson Tomko and the fiery red haired Diva. She just couldn't place it.
She remember words someone had once told her, "Never tell anyone. You can't show them." Her eyebrows knotted together. Tell anyone what? She wasn't around people enough to let them know anything about her. Innocent black eyes blinked as she drew out of her little thoughts and listened to the grown ups chatter or in a few peoples case bicker.
The seven year olds stomach grumbled and smiled sheepishly at the brown haired wrestler that held her. "I'm still hungry." The room erupting into short laughter.
Amy turned from her seat in the passenger seat of the car. John was currently driving the group to the set arena for Vengeance. His attention on the road, yet singing along to the Eminem song that had just began to play through the speakers. Rolling her eyes, the redheaded Diva turned to check on other two passengers in the car. Kristina sat behind John, her legs kicking out with the beat as her attention focused on the coloring book on her lap. Tyson sat beside her, his face growing with annoyance. The problem solver holding a large box of crayons for the little girl. The Diva counted the seconds till the man would snap for the radio station to be turned off. It had happened so many times over the course of the week.
After finding Kristina that night after the Raw taping. The trio had decided to pick the child with them until they fully knew what to do with her. She was more then happy from the idea. Like Amy had promised she had taken the young girl out to get her more suitable clothing. Stacy and Lisa happily agreed to go so the men weren't dragged along. Although surprisingly none of their friends had asked about the blood. Maybe because it looked like red paint. Truth be told, for all the redheaded Diva knew was that it was actually red paint and she was over analyzing things.
Over the course of the week, the small group Kristina had met took a liking to her. Although she wasn't as friendly to them as she was too John, Amy and Tyson. But nevertheless she liked them as well. And tonight she would be joining them at the pay-per-view taping. How they would explain the presence of the child, was in the back of their mind.
"Turn that damned music off!" Tyson exclaimed from his seat, glaring at the brown eyed driver.
"Man chill. I like this song." John replied, not taking his eyes off the road.
"It's bad enough that I have to seat here and listen to the crap you call music, but it doesn't help that your singing along to it." The bald man hissed, clenching the crayon box tightly.
John looked at him through the rear view mirror. "You have a problem with my singin'?"
Tyson glared, "Turn it off or I'll do it for you."
"Ya didn't answer the question."
"Turn it off."
"Answer the question."
"Would you two shut up!" Amy yelled glared between the two. "Your acting like kids. Kristina acts more mature then you two."
The men fell silent for a moment.
"Uncle Ty can I have the blue crayon?" Kristina asked, completely ignoring the previous antics of the two grown men.
"Sure." He smiled at the child before reaching into the box and producing the blue crayon she desired.
"Thank you." The girls' black hair fell over her face as she turned her attention back to her coloring book.
The rest of the car ride had gone smoothly. Everyone remained quiet. Amy fell asleep, her head resting against the window. Kristina asked Tyson every now and then for a new crayon. John continued his control over the radio much to the displeasure of Tyson. The problem solver wanting nothing more then to hit the WWE champion for making him sit through the racket he claimed to be music.
"We're here." John said as he pulled into an empty parking space in the arena parking lot.
Tyson sighed in relief, "Thank you." He whispered looking up to the sky.
Kristina clapped her hands together, jumping up from her seat. "YAY! I get to see more new people."
John shook Amy awake only for the redhead to take a swing at him. John caught her hand before her closed fist came into contact with his jaw.
"Damn woman. Always violent." He let go of her wrist. "Come on. We're here. Get your ass up." He turned his back only for her fist to smack hard against it. "What is-"
"Watch what you say." The woman hissed as she stepped out of the car.
Kristina giggled from her position next to Tyson. Her small hand in his. "He got yelled at again."
Tyson snickered, "Yeah. He deserved it." The bald man followed the fuming redhead after tossing a look to the brown haired champion. John glaring as he was left with the duty of carrying the bags.
Amy sighed as she finished getting dressed. She was set to meet Adam so they could walk down the ring. Kristina sat happily ignoring the television set that currently was showing the WWE championship match. The redheaded Diva sighed, she had to wait till John or Tyson came back to Kristina in their care but she needed to go out and meet Adam.
"Amy? You still in there?" Adam's voice asked, through the closed door.
"You can come in."
"You ready for the mat...Well hello there." The blonde Canadian said, smiling down to the seven year old.
Kristina smiled back. "Hi." She waved sheepishly at the tall Canadian.
Adam kneeled down in front of the girl, holding his hand out to her. "I'm Adam. What's your name sweetheart?"
"Kristina."
Adam smiled, shaking her hand lightly. "Well it's nice to meet you." Letting go of her hand, he stood up.
Grey eyes turned to the redheaded Diva leaning back against the wall. "You ready?"
The Diva frowned, "I have to wait for Tyson or John so I can leave her with one of them."
"The match should be ending so take her withusand then leave her with John when he comes out."
Amy nodded. "Fine. Kristina can you pick up your things so we can meet John."
The black haired girl happily cleaned up her things and hurried to the Divas' side. "Are you fighting too?" She asked softly.
"No, but I'm going to be walking out with my friend."
The little girl nodded, extending her hand. Amy took the offered hand following the tall blonde out of her locker room.
As they reached the curtains before the ramp, John walked through with a huge smile on his face. He greeted Adam, Glen and Amy.
"Watch her?" Amy asked, holding the little girls hand. Black hair poking out from behind the Diva's leg.
He rose a brow, "Something wrong, Kristi?"
Brown wide eyes stared at him as he called her by her nickname. Her eyes shifted to the 6 foot man dress in red and black tights.
John's mouth formed into an 'O'. He smiled, picking the seven-year old up with one arm. "Don't worry 'bout Glen. He's like Tyson. A big softie where it counts."
Kristina looked back up at Glen, who smiled softly so not to frighten the little girl farther. Edge's music began to play.
"Well that's out cue. See you later Kristina. It was nice meeting you." The tall blonde said with a smile ruffling the girls' black hair.
"Take care of her John."
The said wrestler rolled his eyes. "You act like I'm going to lose her."
"With you anything is possible." The redheaded woman smiled, bending down quick to plant a kiss on the girls' cheek. "Stay out of trouble." With that the Diva turned to make her entrance with her friend.
John waved to Glen, before heading back to his locker room. After making the short trip the brown haired wrestler set the girl on her feet.
"Alright small fry. Imma take a quick shower. You stay put till I come out." He said, trying to be stern.
Kristina smiled sweetly as she nodded her head. "Okay." she chirped happily.
John smiled, ruffling the girls' hair before he grabbed his things and heading back to shower.
Kristina of course listen for five minutes, happily drawing in her coloring book, before she grew bored. Her stomach grumbled causing the little girl to pout. "I'm hungry." she said loud, glaring at the closed bathroom door. She didn't want to wait. Standing up, she made her way to the door. She'll only leave for a minute or two and be back before she could get into any kind of trouble.
Easily making her way out of the locker room, the black haired girl made her way around backstage. She had been taken to the catering hall before now she only needed to remember how to get there. Brown eyes took everything in as she made her way through the busy hallways.
People took no note of her. She saw Stacy enter the locker room she shared with Lisa but decided against saying hi. If the blonde saw her then she'd be on her way back to John's locker room with an empty stomach.
She turned quickly in the opposite direction, not wanting to pass Stacy's locker room.
"Whoa sorry." a deep male voice said as she collided into his legs.
Kristina fell back, landing hard on her bottom. She whimpered softly. A large hand reached down to help her up.
"Aw. I'm sorry. I didn't see you."
She gulped as she looked up at the burly man standing in front of her. Fright clearly evitent in her eyes.
The man scratched the back of his head. He didn't mean to scared the girl. It was true he didn't see her coming, her height not helping in that factor.
"What's a little kid like you doing walking around back her away way?" He asked softly, kneeling down to her height.
"I was hungry." She replied, moving back slowly.
"Where are your parents?"
"Daddy's taking a shower. Mommy's out there with the big scary guy in red and I don't know where Uncle Ty is." She answered quickly.
The man's eyebrows' knotted together. Her mommy's out in the ring? Amy was out there, but he knew she couldn't have a kid.
"Uncle Ty? Do you mean Tyson?" the man asked.
The little girl nodded.
"Well if your hungry I can take you. Then I'll drop you off with Tyson. I think he's in with Christian right now."
The little girl bit her lower lip, afraid to go with him.
"Don't be afraid." The man said with a smile, "I'm a friend of Tyson's. Name's..."
Final Notes: Wow, what a way to end it. Hehe, I couldn't help myself. You're going to have to wait till next time to see who the man. I hope you liked it. Read and REVIEW please :goes on hands and knees to beg: