Title: Overprotective

Disclaimer: I own Anastasia and Alexandra as well as anyone else you don't know. So please don't use them without consent.All others are WWE copyrighted.

Notes: The first chapter was changed just so you know. I changed it a bit seeing as I think that's it easier to work with two OC's rather then three. Friendships and Enemies are from what I choose.READ AND REVIEW PLEASE!

Distribution: All you have to do is ask if you want to post this somewhere else.

Pairings: Lita/Edge, Batista/Victoria, the others I'm gonna keep to myself for now.

Chapter Three - Easier said then done

God what the hell was wrong with her. She had arrived not 10 or 20 minutes late but an hour and twenty minutes late. This was going to look great. She thought sarcastically as she glared in front of her. How was she going to explain this to Mr. Bischoff.

"Oh yes sir. You're going to have to forgive me for being late. I slept longer then I had planned to and then I caught a ride with your least favorite person." She mumbled aloud as she turned a corner. Not noticing the looks she was earning from the men standing in the clattered hallways.

"Do you always talk to yourself?" A voice said from behind her causing Anya to jump a good three feet in the air.

Anya placed a hand on her heart before she spun around to face the person who had spoke. She relaxed slightly as she saw it was only the black haired diva from earlier that afternoon. Victoria smirked slightly at the younger woman.

"Sorry you scared me. I didn't realize anyone heard me." Anya stated as she straightened the mini skirt she was wearing.

"Of course not. Just like you didn't realize that half the male population standing in this hallway have been staring at your ass since you've walked in." Victoria stated evenly.

The shorter woman rose a brow but decided not to comment instead she glanced around and sure enough saw most the men quickly turn their heads away.

"I hate looking like a whore."

"Don't worry about it, you'll get used to it." Victoria shrugged. "What are you doing out here anyway shouldn't you be with Bischoff."

Anya cringed slightly at the reminder. "Ugh, please don't remind me. I just got here and I was suppose to be here at 6."

Victoria couldn't help but laugh as she and the young assistant began to walk. "Don't worry about it. Looking like that I'm sure Bischoff will take it easy on you."

The shorter woman's face contorted into nothing more then disgust causing the older woman to laugh more. Anya didn't like the mental image of Eric Bischoff trying to hit on her one bit. She'd rather have had someone like Undertaker hit on here then that ignorant no good son of a-. Anya shuttered once again.

"You know you're not as bad as that other woman, Lita I think it was it." Anya said offering a smile to the older woman who was now leading her in the right direction to Bischoff's office.
"You just caught Lita on one of PMSing days. She's not really all that bad." Victoria said.

"I'm still mad about what she said to me and that other girl."

"You'll get over it. So are you and Batista together or something?" Victoria asked curiously. "I mean he seemed a bit protective when he saw you coming in."

Anya stopped and bent over and laughed not realizing that she was giving whichever superstars who decided to pass by that moment a nice view of her backside. "Oh my! You're kidding right? No way Dave's my big brother." She said between her fits of giggles. She calmed herself and stood straight. "Well to be more precise he's my half-brother. We have the same mother just different fathers. I used to live with our mom in Pennsylvania, that was till I got this job. Even though we didn't get to see much of each other, Dave's always been there for me. He's really overprotective. I think he still thinks I'm this little seven year old girl who can't take care of herself."

Victoria nodded, "I can understand his reasoning. Alexandra, the other woman who came in with you today, she's my baby sister. I guess it's just protective side in all of us to make sure that nothing happens to you little ones." She said that last part in a baby tone before reaching out and ruffling the other black haired woman's hair.

Anya pouted, "Great now you're treating me like a little kid too."

The older woman laughed and winked, "Don't worry about it. Besides we're here. Good luck I have to run and find Candice Michelle and go over something's for the match she has tonight. I'll see you around kid." Victoria waved and hurried down the opposite hallway leaving the younger woman alone in front of Eric Bischoff's office room door.

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Anya sighed as she glanced at the closed door in front of her. She couldn't help but feel scared as she reached out to grasp the cold metal knob of the door. before she pushed the door open she heard muffled words. Either Mr. Bischoff was discussing matters with one of his workers person to person or he was on the phone. She took another deep breath. She really didn't know why this bothered her as much as it was. She never let things bother her, but some reason Bischoff seemed like the type you didn't want to piss off.

"Good...good. I'm glad to hear that. You better do this right. I don't need any screw ups on this show. You better show those Smackdown clowns who the better brand is or so help me you're fired."

Eric turned in his chair as Anya entered, he glared at the young woman and glanced at the clock. "Alright I have to go Another one of my employees came in. Keep me posted."

Anya stiffly entered the office and stood in front of the desk not daring to seat down.

"Where the hell have you been? Do you have any idea what time it is! You were suppose to be here an hour ago. What the hell were you doing that you couldn't get here on time?" He paused a moment glared at the young woman.

Anya could already understand why the other personal assistant wanted nothing more then to leave but she wasn't going to caving in. She wasn't going to let herself be pushed around. Opening her mouth to reply, Bischoff quickly interrupted her.

"I don't care. This is coming out of your pay. You better not let this happen again. I'm not as nice as Vince McMahon and I will not hesitate to make your life hell. Now get me a cup of coffee with two sugars and two creams."

Anya made indication that she was going to move.

Bischoff's brow rose. "Well what are you waiting for? Me to throw you out? Chop chop let's go. You have a lot of time to make up."

The young woman growled under her breath and turned on her heels after muttering in dangerously low, 'Of course Mr. Bischoff.'.

"Oh and Anastasia, nice outfit. Keep wearing them. The skirts jus the right height." He smirked as the door was slammed rather loudly. Oh how he was going to have fun with this one.

The young woman fumed as she made her way through the hallways towards the catering hall to get Bischoff his damned coffee. Who did that white haired prick think he was? Talking to her that. She wanted nothing more then to shove a nice broom stick up his ass, then he would really have a reason to act up tight.

She took calming breaths to ease the expression she knew that had appeared on her face. The scowl just didn't seem to want to leave. Finally she found what she was looking for and noticed that a good number of superstars scattered around room. Her brother along with John Cena and several other men she didn't recognize sat at one of the many tables in the catering hall.

Slightly relieved that Dave hadn't seen her, cause God only knows how he would react in her current outfit, she gracefully made her way to the coffee making machine. A red headed person stood in front of her, pouring themselves a coffee. Before she knew it the person turned around and the coffee had been spilt.

"Oh I'm sorry." The redhead said before handing over some napkins before she looked up and saw who exactly she had spilt her coffee on. "Oh it's you." Lita scowled, remembering the brief encounter she had between Alexandra and Anya earlier that day.

"I'm happy to see you too." Anya muttered before snatching the napkins the redhead had offered. Lita rolled her eyes. "Thanks for ruining my top."

Lita smirked, "It looks better now, trust me. But then again it's on your scrawny ass so it's bound to look horrible even so."

The black haired woman glared up at the taller redhead. "Did I do something in a past life that has you hating on me? Cause I really don't know what I did to be at the receiving end of one of your bitch attacks."

An eyebrow rose as Lita replied, "Excuse me? A bitch attack? If anyone here is a bitch its you. You come waltzing in here like you own everything. News flash dear you're nothing more then a little whore who's probably only good for one thing. And do you know what that is? Hmm...No? I'll tell you being Eric Bischoff's little bitch."

The shorter woman in front of her shook slightly, her fist clenched tightly together. Lita smirked satisfied with her work. She opened her mouth once again to talk more dirty on the woman when she felt a stinging sensation on her cheek. Lita's mouth hung open in surprise. When had the little bitch slapped her? Lita's hand moved up and caressed the aching cheek.

Anya smirked as she took in Lita's expression. She loved it. The red hand print on the woman's fair skin was bright. Ha, serves her right.

"Why you little bitch!" Lita yelled before launching herself at the shorter woman. They both fell back with a loud thump, neither caring that their yells were now drawing the attention of everyone in the catering hall. From near-by Lilian Garcia gasped before quickly moving out of the way as the two grown woman rolled on the cold hard floor. Lita was yelling angrily at the woman beneath her as she grabbed painfully at the long black hair. Hateful words were thrown back and forth as the women continued to roll. It wasn't till Anya had managed to get the redhead underneath her and was hitting the redheads' head against the cold floor that they were torn apart.

Strong arms wrapped around her waist and pulled her off the redhead who scampered to her feet and was ready you launch herself once more at the black haired woman when a pair of arms grabbed her back as well.

"Dave let me go!" Lita yelled as she tried wiggling out of his grip to go after Anya yet again.

"Sorry can't do that Red." Dave Batista said calmly, "At least not till you calm yourself down."

"Let me go! Let get the stupid whore!" Anya yelled as she clawed at the arms holding her. She wanted the person to let her go so she could continue beating the ass of the high flying diva.

"Sorry babe can't do that. Ya need to calm down. Like Dave said, I can't let ya go till ya calm down." John said nonchalantly. It infuriated Anya even more that he was talking like this happened every day to him.

"Get the fuck off me!" Anya yelled once more in hopes that he'd let her go.

"Such a foul mouth. Can definitely tell you're Dave's sister." John stated as he smirked down at the woman in his arms.

Batista frowned not liking the smirk Cena gave his baby sister. "I resent that I'm not as bad as you are man." His grip tightening around Lita's waist when the diva had somehow managed to pull herself half out of his grip.

Cena shrugged, "Whatever you say man. I don't have a bad mouth."

"Apes." Anya muttered drawing both men's attention to her. She had finally stopped squirming and was standing with her arms crossed in Cena's arms.

Batista rose a brow, "I'm an ape now? Eh so I went from being a no brain dinosaur to a an over grown sloth and now I'm an ape? I think that's an improvement don't you think John?"

"Whatever she's your sister."

Lita calmed down and asked Batista to let her go. He complied once he was sure that she was no longer going to go after his baby sister. John had then Anya go as well once the woman had promised to not attack the redhead again.

"I don't have time to waste on a slut like you anyway have a nice day An-ya." Lita stressed her name and turned away from the three with a satisfied smirk. "Oh and Dave you might want to put a leash on your sister. Keep the bitch under control.

Anya's eyes flared and she moved to reach out for the retreating back of the redhead. She soon found herself being slung over someone's shoulder. "Cena let me go!"

"Nope you broke your promise now I'm gonna have to take ya back personally." John stated as he made a move to leave the catering hall.

"What? I can't leave yet I still have to get Bischoff his damn coffee." Anya stated with hatred in her voice.

Blue eyes rolled and he let the woman down. "Fine but I'm still makin' sure that ya don't get into anymore trouble."

With a huff the black haired woman turned away to make the cup she was sent to make.

A hand clamped down on Cena's shoulder. "You lift her up like that again and I'll kill ya." Batista stated with a dangerously calm voice.

"Don't worry." Cena smiled nervously at the bigger man. He may have been one of his best friends but that didn't mean that the big man wasn't intimidating.

"I have to head back to the Smackdown side so make sure she does get into another fight. I don't need to have to make a call to my mom about my sister being killed by angry divas."

John laughed and patted his friend on the back. "Trust me man. I won't let anything happen to her."

"Good." Batista said as he headed out of the catering hall. John sighed as he waited for the woman to make the cup of coffee. He smiled slightly when she turned back around to face him.

"Let's go woman. We don't have all day." Anya rolled her eyes and stomped on his sneaker covered foot as she passed. The girl certainly had a fire in her that was for sure.