AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hello everyone! Hope you're all doing fine and taking the necessary actions and precautions against the virus. I'm praying for the best for you all as humanity continues the fight against this virus. Things will get better soon.

So before we start once again I'd like to thank everyone who's been supporting my book for the past few weeks it's been out, you guys are really amazing. I know I haven't updated in a while, well not really in a long while and I'm incredibly sorry. :( I just needed to think some things through because I had so many ideas but I got stuck in the way, you understand. But fortunately, here we are now, Chapter 14. Let's get on with it.

WARNING: This story may contain triggering scenes and strong language not meant for all audiences. Viewer discretion is advised. (I love to get that outta the way)

DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of these characters except my OC Kendra and other OC's I might have forgotten to mention. This story is a pure work of fiction (hence its written on) and most of the events and facts are completely made up so... I guess that's it.

Chapter 14 - In His Hands

"...that can't be the end of everything." Owen said to Bret after the latter wrapped up a call with their mother on the case of their little sister. "What does she mean she talked things out with Kendra and the girl was okay in like less than two minutes. That's not how psychology works dammit!" Owen said hitting his hand on the steering wheel of the car making it swerve a little.

"Psychology or no psychology watch where you're going bro, remember it's a rental" Bret said.

"I'm so happy my safety means that much to you" Owen said sarcastically as Bret let out a chuckle.

"Good to hear. And hey about Kendra and mom, you know how powerful mom's powers are. She can easily put a plaster on a wound and boom, case closed. At least now we don't get to deal with Kendra being in a mood" Owen remained silent and shook his head at his brother's words. "What?"

"This is the mental health of our little sister we're talking about here. We can't just put a plaster on it an call it a night. What do we do when that plaster rips off and we see the wound never healed and is still as fresh as ever? What are we gonna do then, huh?"

"Wounds heal when we put plasters on them though" Bret said diverting the topic much to the dismay of Owen.

"Bret, this is serious."

"So what? I'm being serious. Look, Kendra has moved on, mom has moved on, dad has moved on, all of our siblings have moved on and I sure as hell have moved on. And that Elijah bastard, God help me I don't kill him one day, he has had justice served to him. Everyone has moved on. You should too. It's been almost seven years."

"Bret, things are not well with our sister. She might not seem to realize it I don't blame her but deep down you know something is wrong and yet you don't wanna admit it to me much less yourself"

"Owen, this topic has come to an end"

"Maybe what she says is right. Do you really hate her that much?"

"Owen I said this topic has come to an end. Please" Bret said in a calm but somewhat broken voice. This time Owen decided to remain silent. Though contrary to what Bret might be forcing himself to believe, this topic was far from over. Silence prevailed in the tiny space of the car until it was broken by Bret's phone ringing. The older Hart picked it up to take a look at the caller ID. Once he saw the name he rolled his eyes and immediately put it back down. Owen turned over to Bret with a raised eyebrow. Bret sighed.

"Bischoff"

"Eric?"

"No. Because we know so many Bischoff's" Bret said sarcastically. Owen still looked confused.

"So is it Eric?"

"Yes it is. Blood of Christ better dye that blonde hair of yours another color. Lately I think it's beginning to seep into your brain" Bret said. Owen rolled his eyes.

"I beat you at WrestleMania you know"

"Yeah, and I won the WWF championship that same night. How many have you won?" Silence. "I thought so"

"Just wait till Kendra gets a spot on the creative team." Owen mumbled not having anything else to say to Bret who gave a small chuckle.

"It's alright brother. One day you'll become as accomplished as I am and you'll have all the bragging rights you can imagine. Cheer up"

"You're so arrogant but I'll just let it slide because I am the mature one. Anyways, why is the executive producer of our rival company calling you?" Owen asked. Bret's smile dropped as he ran his hand through his hair. "I thought he gave up on making you jump ship months ago"

"So did I but apparently he's on it again and offering me even more money. I dunno what to do again man? If I jump ship, I'd be branded a sellout and be in the same category as Shawn's friends Hall and Nash and that's the last thing I want. Plus we already had ugly ass Fake Razor and Fake Diesel so I think the world can do without fake Bret" Both Bret and Owen shivered at the thought of having a fake Bret running around in the WWF.

"God forbid that happens"

"I know right. But on the other side, I could make a ton of money, way more than I'm earning now which is saying a lot. I could be world champion at last again instead of getting cheated out of it by Shawn and his Kliq politics. But... I dunno, I honestly don't. I've been under a whole lot of stress"

"Just follow your gut bro. Your contract will expire soon you don't have much time to ponder so just think of which option is best for Bret and no one else. You owe yourself that much man" Owen said. Bret was silent for a while and one could almost hear the wheels turning in his head.

"Let's say I do go, who's gonna keep an eye on Kendra?" Bret asked with an unreadable expression on his face. Owen raised an eyebrow. He didn't think that was an issue especially not in this case.

"What has that gotta do with?"

"It has everything to do with. High school and college were one thing, but this is the real world. In one of the sickest industries in the world. I don't just think she should be left alone" Owen groaned. Not this again. Why was Bret such a character. One minute everything was all fine with their sister and the next, he wants to be her protector. What even made sense anymore?

"I'm not even gonna reply you anymore. From now on let's just remain quiet and listen to the radio" Owen said switching on the radio immediately. "Yes, California Love. That's my jam"

"What the hell do you mean? You hate rap music. And so do I." Bret said reaching out to switch off the radio before being stopped by Owen. "What gives?"

"Who's the driver? Me. I control the radio. And as far as I'm concerned, I'd rather listen to Tupac than to listen to you right now, thank you very much" Owen said increasing the volume of the radio. Bret was appalled.

"How rude"

"What was that? I'm sorry I can't hear you. I'm too busy shaking it baby" Owen said dancing along to the beat of the song.

"I really need to stop travelling with you. Starting next week, I'm riding with Neidhart" Bret said crossing his hands over his chest.

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"Son of a bitch" Steve Austin cursed under his breath as he looked through his schedule for the next two weeks of July. He ran a hand through his non existent hair as he already felt stressed and tired seeing the hours he'd have to put into matches, appearances and all that. It was called a push for some reason.

He wished he could push himself to reach the energy level required for this kind of activity. He was gonna be a busy man alright.

"Oh come on it can't be that bad. You're big bad Stone Cold Steve Austin, you can do anything!" Vince Russo said to him with a big clearly fake smile on his face as he gave the Texan a pat on the back. Austin shot him a dirty look making the older man take his hand off his back. He cleared his throat nervously. "Plus you're making a lot of money for the company and our storyline hasn't even begun yet. Am I right Vince?"

"Abso-fucking-lutely! A lot of money. I even used part of it to repair the family yacht yesterday" Vince said proudly as he straightened his tie looking proud. Shane who had been quiet this whole time, standing behind his father furrowed his brows once he heard what he said.

"Since when do we have a family yacht dad?"

"Uhhh... Right. I'm gonna completely ignore that question now. Now begone, you too Austin. I have really important issues to discuss with the brilliant idea man here Mr. Russo so Sayonara, Adios, Au revoir, Ciao..."

"Idea man my ass" Steve Austin mumbled under his breath as he and Shane made their way out of Mr. McMahon's office. He had been very skeptical concerning this idea of his sudden push coming from Vince Russo as he knew the man absolutely detested him and believe him, the feeling was more than mutual. There was no way Russo could have come up with the idea all on his own, he had to have had a bit of insight from another source.

He was starting to believe what Kendra said more and more. Maybe the girl wasn't high on drugs like he initially thought.

"Are you pissed off at Russo or just everything in general" Shane as amusedly, reacting to what Austin had said. Austin turned over to him opening his mouth to say something but quickly shut it as he remembered what Shane McMahon had done the previous week. If not for him who knows what would have befallen that poor girl. He shivered whenever he came to the realization that something bad could have actually happened that night.

With that thought in his mind he glared at the McMahon. "Okay, you're just pissed off with everything in general." Shane said with a small chuckle.

"Nah, not everything. Just at glorified assholes like the one inside that office and the one standing in front of me right now" Austin said keeping his glare fixed on Shane.

"Haha, good one. But seriously I..." Shane paused when he noticed that Steve's glared remained unchanged. He realized that the man was being serious. "...wait, what?" He asked with a puzzled expression written on his face. Perhaps he had not heard what Austin said earlier.

"You're an glorified asshole. Did I stutter?"

"I... But... What?" To say he was confused would have been an understatement. As far as he knew, he was a nice guy and well liked in the company. He never used his position in the company to intimidate anyone and actually worked his way up the corporate ladder. Plus he had never had any issue with Austin in the past so why the hell was calling him an asshole?

Regrouping himself, Shane caught his ability to make sentences from words back. "How am I an asshole? I've done nothing wrong"

"How fucking funny, so you're trying to tell me that you don't think you have done anything wrong this past couple of..." The look on Shane's face gave Austin the answer he was looking for. "...you really don't realize it, do you? You are really as dumb as you look"

Ouch.

"Watch your tongue Austin" Shane warned getting a little pissed off. Not to mention hurt. As far as he was concerned he hadn't done anything wrong. Austin chuckled.

"Rest your panties McMahon. You know I'm not one to hold my tongue when I see something fucked up going on and I sure as hell wouldn't start now. You leaving Kendra stranded there and leaving her to wander in the rain, a messed up thing to do. If you weren't Vince's son I'd have whooped your ass down the corridor."

"Steve..."

"That's not a way to treat any woman and I'm so disgusted that it was you out of everyone that did something that messed up"

"Steve..."

"She hurt herself and I honestly thought she was high when she started spewing out a lot of things which I'm actually starting to believe and..."

"Can I just fucking talk for one second?!" Shane yelled. Steve crossed his hands over his chest not really feeling liking the fact that he was cut off. "Sorry but can I fucking talk please. I got drunk and I don't have tolerance for alcohol so I was out like a light"

"What a smart decision" Austin said sarcastically.

"AS I WAS SAYING..." Austin raised his hands up in mock defense. "...do you think I got drunk on purpose? I was the wanted to meet with her because I just wanted to talk to her. Someone spiked my drink on the jet" Austin narrowed his eyes at Shane. "Oh fucking come on Steve! What reason do I have to stand her up?! She fucking gave me some storyline ideas for well... your push! Why would I...?"

"I believe you." Shane breathed a sigh of relief. "And it also looks like the weird girl wasn't making up tales" Shane raised an eyebrow.

"Tales? About what?"

"Alot. But as much as I want to I really don't think I can say much to you. One, I feel you need to talk to her first, it's not really in place to plus you have more authority to actually do something. Two, she left out some things purposely. I honestly don't know why"

"I wish I could but the last time I tried, I ended up with zilch and Bret chased me away. What makes you think I'd have better luck this time?"

"Thomas Edison tried a thousand times to invent light" Austin said with a smirk. "But in all honesty, I think you should try one last time. You might be shocked with what you'd hear. Whether you wanna believe it or not, something incredibly sinister is going on and if everything correlates, I think I have a strong idea as to who spiked your drink"

"I feel like I already have an idea too judging from what I heard him say one time in the plane, (See Chapter 8) dad would never believe me though"

"Then we'll make him. You, me and that weird girl"

"You mean Kendra?" Shane asked.

"Yes I mean the weird girl. We have to get to the bottom of this because from what I've noticed, she sure as hell is a firecracker, but she ain't stable enough to do anything about this injustice. At least not on her own."

"It would take a lot of work convincing dad if our hypothesis is correct"

"Then I guess we have a lot of work to do you and I" Steve said with a tone of finality. They were gonna get down to the bottom of this situation, and once they did hell was surely gonna be raised.

And that's the bottom line, because Stone Cold said so. Yeah... no.

That would never work out as a catchphrase. He guessed he had to try out new material.

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"Please don't tell me he actually asked for this" Kendra said to Sandra Gray, the seamstress who made gear for almost everyone in the WWF as she looked through the clothing catalogs and rough sketches Sandra made for Goldust.

"I've been here for almost a year now and I can tell you girl that this is actually not the worst gear he has requested from me" Sandra said as Kendra shivered as she looked through other pages. She came across one which had his normal Golden jumpsuits looked a little bit tighter if you could imagine. She also padded the backside a little bit giving it more... okay she couldn't really describe it and last but not least the gear showed a little bit. The stuff of nightmares. She couldn't believe...

Okay, actually she could admit that the man actually had good taste fashion wise. That thought made her a little jealous too.

"These designs are lowkey creative though" Kendra said dropping the book back on Sandra's table.

"That I can agree. I've never seen a man with that much flare, asides Ric Flair of course." Sandra said. It took Kendra almost a minute to comprehend that joke before the younger woman burst out into laughter. Sandra had a proud smirk on her face.

"Sandra, my woman!" Kendra praised high-fiving the seamstress. "That was actually really... wow" She said bursting into another fit of laughter.

"Hope you two are not laughing at me" Curt said as he walked up to them.

"You never know." Kendra said giving him a hug which he reciprocated. "I've been waiting for you for almost... oh my God! Nice gear" She teased with a giggle as she noticed what he had on. Curt gave her a playful glare and turned over to Sandra who tried her best to suppress her laughter.

"It's good to see my misfortune amuse you two so much please, keep up the good work" Curt said sarcastically. "I don't think pink is my color and this neckline is gonna take me places I don't wanna go" Curt said sending a glare Kendra's way as she continued giggling. "Is that the sound someone who wants to get perfect-plexed?"

"God no! Please!" Kendra said with a laugh raising her hands in surrender. "Anything but that. I'll shut up now. And honestly it doesn't look that bad, does it?"

"Yes it does. Not my finest work. Why don't I retake the measurements again hun, and you know change the color to something else. You're a fine looking man but there are just some men who can't pull off pink. Am I right?"

"You said it sister." Kendra said as Curt lightly poked her in the ribs. "Hey watch it mister" She said only for him to poke her a few more times. "Curt!"

"Hey, you can play with your girlfriend all you want later just stand still for a sec, I gotta fetch my tape. I think it's in this bag somewhere" Sandra said pulling up her seamstress kit as she searched for her measuring tape. Kendra rolled her eyes but blushed lightly at the comment.

"Once again Sandra, not my girlfriend" Curt said. He didn't know why but Sandra was fully convinced he and Kendra were secretly dating or something like that. She called it women's intuition. "But I agree she digs me, after all who can blame her I'm absolutely perf..."

"Oh for God sake just stand still and shut up for once Curtis and let the woman do her job. Remember we have to go bowling later with Sunny and Chris." Curt groaned. 'Oh don't be like that, remember you promised."

"Promised, I remember you forcing me..."

"Like I was saying, remember you promised." She cut him off completely ignoring his former statement. Curt frowned. "C'mon Curt, you love bowling and you love me. Remember?" She said making her puppy dog eyes at him.

"Yeah I love bowling alright, you not so much"

"Oh snap." Sandra said with a laugh as she finally retrieved her measuring tape. Kendra crossed her hands over her chest with a pout as Curt's lips twisted into a cheeky smile.

"I... you... whatever. I don't care" She said as she continued pouting. Curt laughed.

"You're cute when you pout, you know that?"

"I hate you Mr. Perfect"

"Love you too Ms. Hart" He said sending Kendra a wink as Sandra started taking measurements. Kendra rolled her eyes at his stupidity "But anyways, I'm still not in the mood to bowl with Chris and... Sunny. You know I can't stand her" He said shivering when he said her name. Kendra tilted her head in wonder. She never understood Curt's disdain for Sunny. But for some reason he didn't like or trust her. The feeling maximized when Sunny and Kendra suddenly became friends.

Sunny had some issues of her own but she was a good friend.

"Just give her a chance, for me" Kendra said playing the puppy dog eye trick on Curt once again. They locked eyes for a while until Curt broke the silence with a sigh. Kendra grinned in excitement. That was his way of saying yes. "You're the best"

"Yeah but I'm also per..."

"Sure"

"And you guys say you're not a couple. You can fool anyone but you can never fool Sandra Gray" The woman said making Kendra and Curt laugh. "Stay still Hennig"

"Oh Sandra, you never give up, do you?" Curt asked. Kendra opened her mouth to talk but decided not to as something else caught her attention. It was Shawn who seemed to be going over his schedule or maybe his script she couldn't tell but he was holding a paper in his hand and was holding on a conversation with X-Pac.

Her heart began to race as the guilt she had been trying to suppress for the past few days came flooding back. With all the travelling they did during the weekend and whatnot, she never got any chance to apologize to him. And when she actually did, he just seemed to ignore her and wanted nothing to do with her.

She didn't even catch him staring at her like he usually did. Not that it had anything to do with the situation but... God! Why was she such a bitch.

"...right Kends, Kendra!" Curt screamed at her snapping her out of her daze. "You do that more frequently now. Should I be worried?" He asked jokingly though she could tell he was really worried.

"Yeah, sorry... I'm just... I'm fine" She said gaining back her speech skills. "Yeah"

"You alright girl?" Sandra asked. Kendra nodded trying to convince them that she was fine. She did a horrible job. Who could blame her? The girl never knew how to deal with guilt.

"Yeah. I'm okay like I said before. What were we talking ab..." She was cut off mid sentence by the living daylights almost being knocked out of her as she found herself on the floor after facing the impact of someone's muscular shoulder colliding with hers forcefully. What the hell?

"Hey, what is wrong with you Michaels? You send a girl to the floor and you just walk away?!" Curt yelled stopping Sandra from taking her measurements as he marched over to Shawn. An indifferent looking Shawn turned over to the angry man without any remorse on his face. "What aren't you gonna say anything?" Shawn was quiet for a while before he finally opened his mouth to say something.

"Nice clothes" He said to Curt with a smirk. That's it. It was time to kick some ass.

"Curt don't" Kendra said being helped up by Sandra. By the look on Curt's face she knew he had plans to beat up Shawn and the last thing he needed right now was to get suspended because of her. Meanwhile Shawn looked unfazed and continued chewing his gum.

"Trust me I have no problem with..."

"Just don't." Kendra said as she and Shawn locked eyes. His expression was almost unreadable. She said almost because she could still detect a glimpse of hurt in his eyes. "Please" Kendra continued as Shawn tore his gaze away from her. "He's not worth it"

"Whatever. C'mon X, let's get outta here" He said turning his heel and within seconds he was out of sight. Kendra let out a breath.

"There's nothing I won't see in this company. Hope he didn't hurt you sweetie" Sandra asked. Kendra gave a small smile as if to say to her that 'everything was okay'.

"I wish you let me beat him up Kends. That was so uncalled for. Who does he think he is?"

"It's best we just left it at that. Trust me" She replied. He narrowed his eyes at her for a second as he had the feeling that something was off. "What?"

"Nothing. C'mon Sandra, let's get on with the measurement so I can go bowl with Kendra's 'friends' Sunny and Chris" Curt said completely changing the topic. Kendra smirked. She inwardly thanked God for having a friend like Curt who didn't pry unnecessarily.

But if anything, she felt ten times as guilty as she did before.

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Undertaker shook his head, taking a sip out of his beer as he observed everything going on in the nightclub. He had never been a nightclub person but was dragged there by his friend Paul Bearer who insisted he had to come out and have a good time. Of course Paul disappeared leaving him there to fend for himself but whatever.

Sure he was a fun guy and all and of course he loved partying and women but the nightclubs weren't his thing. As far as he was concerned he could do without getting drunk, fucking random strangers and waking up feeling like a piece of shit the next morning only to repeat the never ending cycle once more.

So you could only imagine his utter shock when he saw Shawn Michaels who he had imagined had been slowly letting go of this life practicing all the things he just listed out. It made no sense. Just a while ago the guy wanted to settle down with a girl and barely a week later, here he was. It made no sense. He wondered what was going on.

And being the man he was, he wasn't afraid to ask questions. He was more than happy to pull Shawn who was grinding against some red head aside to get those said answers.

"...oh for the love of God man, that was so last week. We both know I can never settle down with anyone at this point, I mean what was I thinking?"

"But you were thinking. Unlike now. I mean what got into you man? And don't tell me you're still with Sunny" Undertaker asked unable to hide the disappointment in his voice.

"She kept my bed warm last night" Shawn said with a giggle. Undertaker shuddered. The man was clearly a little tipsy.

"Okay. So clearly something is wrong. Spill" Taker asked wasting no time. Shawn laughed.

"Nothing is wrong man, I'm just living life to the fullest!" Shawn said. A very unconvinced looking Undertaker stared back at him. Shawn groaned. "Okay fine, she has a boyfriend"

"Excuse me?" Undertaker choked out not wanting to believe this credulous story.

"She has a boyfriend okay. I should have known like how can a girl like her still be single? No wonder she told me I don't have a chance. I overheard her talking to her mom and she said he was like the best boyfriend in the world. What was his name again? Elijah? Yeah. I just feel so stupid like how could I Shawn Michaels..."

"Wait, that doesn't sound right" Undertaker said cutting Shawn off from his rambling as he tried to assimilate all what Shawn was telling him.

"I know right I mean I am Shawn Mic..."

"No, not that. Who cares who the hell you are?"

"Rude"

"I mean she doesn't have a boyfriend and he sure as hell isn't Elijah I mean... are you sure you heard her well? You could've been high on something who knows?"

"My ears work perfectly fine Taker." Shawn said a bit hurt by Taker's insult.

"Something isn't right..."

"I don't care anymore man! I don't freaking care. I don't even think I have a chance anymore I mean you should've seen how bitchy she was to me the last time we spoke. My mind has just been in many places man, I don't want to stress myself anymore I'm just tired."

"Are you done now?" Undertaker asked. Shawn looked tiredly at him but yes he was in fact done. "Good, now would you believe me if I told you that you still have a chance?"

"No way in hell" Shawn said bluntly.

"Figured. But I'm serious you still have a chance. But you gotta do one thing first"

"I have a feeling that it's not gonna be easy" Shawn said with a groan. The last thing he needed right now was further embarrassment and well... heartbreak. Sadly no pun intended.

"Nothing ever is. But whether you like it or not you've gotta talk to her" Undertaker said. "There has been a huge misunderstanding"

"How do you know?"

"Trust me okay. I know a lot more than you think. Talk things through and come back to me when you're done. I'll leave you with that remember it's all in your hands" Undertaker said as he made his way away from Shawn before stopping midway. "Oh and one last thing, go home for Christ's sake." He said before he finally walked away leaving a very confused Shawn Michaels standing there wondering what the hell was going on.

That's a wrap amigos. I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Well it looks like everyone is getting deeper into finding out something they should namely Shawn, Shane and Austin. And let's see Kendra and Curt are still being their adorable silly selves. And Vince McMahon, I know you all missed him. I sure did. Bret is just... he's a character let's just leave it at that. The real star of this chapter is Owen Hart!

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