Disclaimer: Nope, I still don't own anything in this story other then Kristina, Eliza, Clark and any one else who you don't recognize.
Distribution: I doubt any of my stories are that good but just e-mail I'll say yes anyway but still it's would be nice if you ask first.
Pairings: Not really important yet but...Lisa/Tyson, Stacy/Chris, Dawn/Jay.
Notes: Right...just a few things to clarify. Chapter takes place during and after Vengeance. I messed with a match or two. The match between John, Chris Jericho and Christian took place before the match between Edge and Kane. The Hell in a Cell match following. Got that? So please no yelling at me for messing with the way things were set up.
Summary: Can a little girl be more trouble 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?
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Myth: I'm actually a fan of rap myself. I just don't see Tyson as a rap fan, so that little scene seemed perfect to me. Hehe. Again to everyone I can't express how much it means when y'all review. Thank you.
Chapter Two
John walked out of the shower, his duffel bag slung over his shoulder. He was dressed like he normally dressed, knee length jean shorts with a sports jersey. The brown haired man tossed his duffel bag into his locker.
"Kristi, ya hungry?" He turned looking to the spot he had last left the little girl. 'Shit' he thought as he saw her coloring book open. Crayons lay haphazardly around the area. He sighed as his blue eyes scanned the locker room, silently praying that the girl was playing a game of hide and seek and would suddenly appear from her hiding spot.
He rubbed the back of his neck nervously as panic slowly began to course through him. 'Maybe one of the girls came in and took her with them.' He glared at the slightly opened door. The brown haired wrestler shook his head, wondering why he was still in the damned locker room instead of searching for the girl.
Darting out of the room, he made sure to avoid as many people as he could.
"Dude, where's the fire?" Chris asked as Cena pushed pass.
"I'm dead. Have you seen Kristina?" The West Newbury native asked hurriedly.
"You lost her?" The look he received from the WWE champion stopped any further remarks. "Nah check with Stacy or Lisa. Or possibly even with Shane."
John nodded quickly before hurrying to the Diva's locker room.
-X-
"Please tell me one of ya have her?" John said as he pushed the door open.
"John!" Stacy yelped surprised by his sudden appearance.
"Look I'm sorry for just bargin' in but I can't find Kristina. Please tell me one of ya brought her here."
Maria and Christy looked to one another then back to the wrestler. "Who?"
Lisa shook her head. "Don't worry about it. Sorry John we haven't seen her. Did you check with Tyson?"
"Ames is gonna kill me." He grumbled, as he waved to the Diva's before making another hasty exit.
He hurriedly turned the corner hoping to find the seven-year-old with the Problem Solver. Maybe he should have just waited until Amy had returned from the ring to take his shower. Now it'd be his head for losing the little girl. Not only would Amy be after him but also Tyson and quite possibly the other Diva's. He sighed, running a hand through his short hair. He was a dead man.
He quickly passed the catering hall set on visiting the locker room of Jay Reso and Tyson Tomko.
The object of John's search, sat happily across from her current companion, eating an ice cream sundae. "Thank you" she said with a mouthful of the cold substance.
The man chuckled lightly as she continued to down the rather large sundae. "You might want to slow down or you'll give yourself a brain freeze."
Brown eyes stared up at him. "What's that?" She asked quickly swallowing a bite of ice cream. Her face scrunched up, a hand reaching up to pound lightly against her forehead. This unfamiliar pain was not good.
"That is a brain freeze."
Kristina glared at the ice cream. "I don't like them." A large hand reached forward to pat the girls' head.
"Well then don't eat your ice cream to fast and you won't have to worry about them."
The black haired girl nodded. She slowly ate the rest of the cold treat in front of her.
"Uncle Dave?" Kristina said between bites. "Do you think Imma get in trouble?"
The burly black haired man blinked. "What did you call me?"
"Uncle Dave"
"I'm not your uncle."
The black haired girl nodded, "Yes you are. You're a friend of Uncle Ty so that makes you my friend too." She said logically. She took a big bite of her sundae before repeating her question.
Dave crossed his arms over his chest, glancing at the little girl. "I think they'll be worried. You shouldn't have left without someone."
"But I'm with you..."
He shook his head. "Only because you ran into me if I had been anyone else, it could have been very possible that they would have taken you. You have to be careful. Some people aren't as nice around here as others."
"That's what Uncle Chris and Titi Lisa says."
"They're only looking out for you."
The girl shrugged.
"Are you ready?"
Kristina nodded as she dropped her spoon into the empty dish a bright smile on her tanned face "Thank you." She chirped happily, pushing back against her seat. Dark brown eyes falling to the Television screen not to far from the two.
Batista's eyes trained on the television, watching as Gene Snitsky ran down to the ring prepared to help Edge over power the Big Red Machine. Only for the man to be knocked off the apron by Kane. The 6-foot monster going for another choke slam on Edge. Bastista shook his head slightly as he watched Lita climb into the ring with a chair. A small gasp escaping the small girl sitting in front of him.
"Oh no!" She yelped darting out of her chair and running out of the catering hall towards gorilla position. She ignored the stares she received as she run down the somewhat crowded hallways. She ignored the yells from Dave Batista as he chased after her. All Kristina knew was she wanted to help the woman whose been taking care of her for the past week. She wasn't about to let the scary Kane man hurt her 'mommy'.
The black haired girl easily made her way through the curtains, maneuvering so the stagehands couldn't grab her. Dark brown eyes widen in horror as Kane grabbed Lita by the throat, slamming her hard against the mat.
"Momma!" She shouted running pass the announcers' table.
-X-
J.R and King looked at one another. "Did she just say Momma, J.R.?" King asked turning back to watch as the girl quickly made her way down to the king.
J.R blinked, "I believe so King but if that little girl doesn't get away from that ring, I'm afraid she might end up getting hurt."
"What's the Heavyweight champion doing out here? His match isn't till after this one." King stated as Batista hurried down the ramp a few moments later, his belt discarded as he tried to stop the girl from entering the ring.
-X-
Amy blinked as she heard the familiar cries to Kane as the little girl made her way into the ring. The referee stunned at the sudden presence of the young child. Glen ignored the girls' cries as he continued with the actions that had been planned.
Still in character, he grabbed the discarded chair and prepared to place it around her neck. He felt the mat shift as the young girl ran to his side trying in vain to tug at his arm. He closed his eyes, regretting his next action.
Kristina smacked her head hard against the poll as Kane pushed her away. The darkness quickly consuming her. Glen quickly glanced over his shoulder to the fallen girl, before looking back down at Amy.
"I'm sorry." He muttered as he processed to place the chair around the woman's' neck and climbing the top rope.
Bastista stormed into the ring, pulling the young girl out of the ring carefully so to prevent any further damage.
John sat glaring at the wall opposite him. His hand rubbing his raw cheek as Amy yelled.
"You fucking idiot!" Amy exclaimed as she stood up after being checked over. "I can't believe you left her alone...And for what!" Her hands shot up in a gesturing manner. "To take a damned shower."
"Amy you shouldn't yell." Dave said from his spot beside the WWE champion. His gaze falling on the unconscious girl in the training room. The redheads glare quickly turned to him then took in the sight of the small girl.
She sighed running a head through her red hair. "Right." She glared angrily at John once more before turning to Tyson. "We need to get her to a hospital."
The bald man nodded, careful as he took Kristina into his arms. Lisa quickly opened the door as Tyson made his way out of the room. Stacy, Chris, Shane and Dave followed shortly behind. The raven haired Diva stood at the door quietly as Amy turned her fiery gaze to the now standing champion.
"I still can't believe you." She hissed.
John sighed as he removed his hat, a hand running through his short brown hair. "Look I said I was sorry. I didn't think she would run off like that."
"That's right! You didn't think. You're lucky Dave found her and it wasn't someone like Paul or Carlos." The woman growled in frustration. "Because of you she got hurt!"
John opened his mouth to speak but the redheaded Diva rose her hand.
"I don't want to hear it!" She nearly shouted. Amy stepped closer to the brown haired wrestler. His gaze quickly falling to the floor. Her hand shooting up to poke him hard in the chest. "You better hope that she wasn't severely hurt or you'll have something more to worry about then just a sore cheek."
The Diva turned on heel, noticing they hadn't been alone. Eric Bischoff stood at the door, his arms crossed as he leaned against the doorframe. His eyes glaring angrily at the three still occupying the training room. Lisa stepped away from the door as Bischoff stepped into the room to address John and Amy. His hard stare mainly focusing on the redheaded Diva.
"Sorry if I'm interrupting your little lovers spat but" his eyes trained dangerously on the redheaded Diva. "You're lucky I'm not firing you for that little stunt."
Amy blinked, "Excuse me? Do you think I planned that?"
"I wouldn't be surprised."
The Diva scoffed; "I'm not stupid enough to endanger a child by purposely placing her into a storyline."
"You endangered the child by bringing her here." Bischoff stated.
Hazel eyes narrowed, the woman opening her mouth to speak only for John to interrupt her.
"Look Mr. Bischoff, it was my fault. I was supposed to watch the girl. I figured I could take a quick shower while she stayed in the locker room. I didn't think she'd leave the room."
Bischoff's cold gaze fell on the champion. "Don't let it happen again. If your gonna bring your kid with you Amy, make sure to watch her. I'm sure Mr. McMahon wasn't too happy with that." The white haired man smiled slightly, "but I'll leave that for you to explain to him Amy. Have a good day." Bischoff nodded to the three before leaving the room.
Lisa's cell phone rung, disrupting the silence that had formed. "Hello? Uh-huh. All right, I'll let them know." The black haired Diva closed the phone, looking between the two.
"That was Chris. He said they went off a head. Dave is going to meet us at the hospital after his match. It's about a 15-minute drive to the hospital." She said, watching the pair slowly.
Amy nodded. She held her hand out to John. "Give me the keys." She very near demanded.
John sighed as he handed the keys to the infuriated redhead. "Ames..."
"Don't." She hissed before stomping out of the room angrily.
Blue eyes fell onto the sympathetic eyes of the raven haired Diva. "She ain't gonna forgive me, is she?"
Lisa shrugged, "With Ames who knows. But I'm sure she will...eventually. Just let her blow off some steam. You did do a pretty stupid thing."
The brown haired wrestler sighed deeply. "Don't remind me. I'm lucky I only got a yelling from Tyson. If that man would have gone after me I don't think I'd be standing right 'bout now."
Despite herself Lisa laughed softly. "That wouldn't have surprised me."
"Are you two coming or should I just leave you two behind." Amy said as she poked her head back into the training room. Her cold gaze falling to the brown haired champion. "You...I'd be more then happy to leave behind."
"You know what. Leave without me." He said angrily. "I'll meet y'all there. I'll hitch a ride with Dave." The brown haired wrestler glared at the redhead as he pushed his way passed her to return to his locker room.
"Amy was that really necessary?" Lisa asked, running a hand through her hair as the pair left the training room.
The redhead crossed her arms over her chest. The man deserved it as far as she was concerned. Too leave a child like that...he should have known better. An extremely tiny part of her knew she shouldn't be as angry as she was. However, the little seven-year-old could have been hurt worse then she already was.
Amy sighed as they finally arrived to the car. In a few moments, the pair was seated in the rental and making their way towards the hospital. Neither spoke as Amy drove. Lisa didn't want to upset her friend more by bring up the current issues, while the redhead remained lost in her own thoughts. After what seemed like forever to the Diva's, Amy pulled into an empty parking spot. The pair still remained unaware of the vehicle that had been following them since leaving the arena.
"We've found her"
Final Notes: Well it's two pages off of what I normally do, but at least y'all know I'm still alive right? Hehe. I hope you liked it. Read and review please and thank you.