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Original characters are the property of myself, and only children of my own imagination. Any resemblance to any real persons, living or dead is purely coincidental.

The Girl Who Lives
Part Fifteen

Randy won at Wrestlemania.

Seth had known before they entered the ring that Randy was going to win, but a tiny part of him was disappointed anyway. It wasn't that he begrudged Randy anything, Randy Orton was a really decent guy. What bothered Seth was that he knew Payton was hoping he would win. With Kayla, it didn't matter, she only cared about wrestling because of him, and it didn't matter to her who won or lost, as long as he was happy. But even though Payton knew it was scripted, the girl was young enough that she still believed that winning meant something, even scripted winning. He didn't want to disappoint the young girl, and he felt that was exactly what he was doing. He would have liked to have walked out the victor, just to see the grin on her face as he walked by. Instead he saw her looking at him, cheering, but a worried expression on her face, obviously concerned for his well being.

Preston, however, who was sitting close by, was cheering as loud as he could, thrilled that Seth had lost. At least I got to make someone's day, he thought, as he headed up the ramp.

When he got backstage, Risa the intern came running up to him, out of breath and looking as if she might have fallen victim to spontaneous human combustion if she hadn't spotted Seth when she did. "Mr. Rollins! Mr. Rollins!" she said, her voice high pitched with excitement. "Mr. McMahon wants to see you right away!"

"Okay," he said, wondering why this was such an emergency. He had seen Payton and Kayla in the audience, so there wasn't a problem with them. It was known he was just finishing off his match, so it wasn't like he was hiding. But, whatever it is, it was obviously important. He didn't even bother to change or grab a bottle of water, he hurried to the office Vince had set up. Along the way, at least three security people and two other interns told him that Mr. McMahon was looking for him, so he was relieved, and panting pretty hard by the time he got there. One of the security people was standing outside and they opened the door for him immediately when they saw him.

He walked in to find Vince, Hunter, Brock, Paul Heyman, and Roman. Vince was sitting behind a desk, everyone else was sitting in various chairs around the office. As Seth walked in, he was suddenly glad he wasn't claustrophobic, because with all these men, the room, which was none to big to begin with, was starting to feel like a shrinking closet. "Hey," he said, looking around the room. Roman was sitting on a chair that seemed a little too small for him, and his arms were crossed over his chest. He had a look of determination on his face, as if he was trying to hold something back. Uh-oh, Seth thought, to himself, but out loud he said, "What's up?"

"Change of plans," Vince said, "You're cashing in your Money in the Bank briefcase tonight."

"Okay," he said, slowly, while his mind split onto two trains of thought, the first being, Roman was right, the second being, Holy shit, am I going to become champion tonight? He knew though, that cashing it in wasn't a guarantee he'd be champion, but the odds were pretty good. "So, we're going to do like we talked about, but do it tonight instead?" Originally their had been talk that Roman would win the belt and hold it for one night. The next night at Raw, Brock would rush out to challenge him, and Seth would interfere then and get the belt. The idea was that the fans would feel sorry for Roman, barely having it at all before it was snatched away from him by the traitor Seth. Then, Brock was supposed to take it from Seth at the very next pay per view. This would lead into Roman and Seth challenging him at the next PPV in a triple threat match.

"No," Vince shook his head. "You're going to run down when Roman is finally getting the upper hand. You'll cash in turning it into a triple threat match. Roman will have thrown Brock out of the ring and Brock will be dazed. So will Roman. You will curb stomp Roman and pin him, thus winning the belt."

Seth heard the words but he was having trouble absorbing them. The only thought that did enter his mind was, Wow, no wonder Roman is pissed, this taking everything away from him! He won't even be in the running for a rematch. Shit, they're throwing him down the card with this. "Wh-why can't we do it the way we talked about before?" Seth asked, blurting it out before he could stop himself. "Even if we do it tonight, why can't Roman win the belt and then I take it from him?"

"Because we want to build something up between you and Brock," Vince said, looking extremely pleased with himself, as if he was getting a huge kick out of this. "People like you, Seth. Or they love hating you, it makes no difference, you're the authority so hating you is good. We're thinking of making Brock a good guy, so it'll be perfect. Odds are, you'll be champion until Summer Slam. Oh sure, we'll have you defend the belt at the other Pay Per Views, but we'll find a way to make sure you win. Randy will keep being your number one rival, sort-of filling in for Brock. Paul will come out and let you know Brock is gunning for you, but we've worked out a reason why he won't be there."

"He's going to go on a rampage tomorrow night on Raw and thus be suspended indefinitely," Hunter said. His gaze kept alternating between Roman, Seth, and Brock. "This will explain why he isn't here for awhile."

And no one will buy it unless they're stupid or under seven, Seth thought, wanting to shake his head in disbelief. Everyone knew Lesnar was a part timer who worked limited appearances, but he was a fan favorite, at least with a certain segment of the population. Something told Seth that when Summer Slam happened, Lesnar would win the belt and keep it again, possibly until the next Wrestlemania. Something also told Seth this might have been part of the agreement to get Lesnar to re-sign with the WWE. But having him "suspended " tomorrow wouldn't fool anyone.

"So, do you think you're ready?" Vince was all smiles to Seth. "Is everyone in here, ready?"

Everyone in the room but Seth nodded. Roman's nod was curt and he rose to his feet. "Since this is settled, sir, I'd like to go get prepared."

"Sure," Vince said, magnanimously, sounding as if he was giving Roman the keys to the kingdom. "You go get ready. Just remember, not a word to anyone, even your family. They'll know soon enough."

"You have my word on that, Sir," Roman said. He looked at Seth and smiled, and it was a genuine smile too, although it didn't quite reach his eyes. "Congratulations Seth, you're about to become the Face of the WWE."

Before Seth could think of anything to say to that, Roman walked out the door. Brock and Paul followed behind him, but Seth waited. When it was just himself, Vince and Hunter, he took a deep breath and asked, "How could you?"

"How could we, what?" Vince stared at him in surprise. "This is your chance, Seth! You're not only going to win, but you're going to win at Wrestlemania! No one has ever won their Money in the Bank match at Wrestlemania. You'll make history."

"Yeah, by kicking my friend and brother down the card," Seth said, trying not to sound bitter. "What's the game here, Vince? Up until Brock resigned, Roman was the future of the company, everyone said you were one hundred percent behind Roman. Now you're throwing him under the bus. What gives?"

"We haven't given up on Roman," Hunter said, his voice calm. "But we have to do what's best for the company and Roman isn't as over as you are."

"And whose fault is that?" Seth asked, knowing he was being insubordinate, and suddenly not caring. They're giving me the championship tonight, they certainly aren't going to fire me. "You knew he had the least experience on the mike, yet you threw him out alone. Christ, you even gave him a slogan, 'One Vs. All!' which pretty much said he had to do it alone. When I was having trouble going over you gave me Mercury and Noble. It may not seem like much, but having two guys nodding and clapping whenever I opened my mouth helped me more than you think. You guys have carried me to the top, and don't get me wrong, I'm grateful as hell, but all this time you've been saying you're behind Roman Reigns, that you believe in Roman Reigns and it's starting to seem now like you don't. It's starting to look like Roman and Dean were used as canon fodder to get me to the top, and that isn't what was supposed to happen!"

"Seth, " Hunter said, slowly and calmly, "You can't blame us because Roman wasn't able to put himself over with the fans."

"I can't?" Seth stared at him. "Suffering succotash, Hunter, who is to blame? When Roman was a member of Shield he was great, he was going places, all three of us were. You broke us up when we didn't want to be broken up, and then you flung Roman out alone. You made it seem like you expected him to carry the company on his shoulders and yet you did everything you could to make him look bad. You gave him cheesy lines, you went out of your way every chance you got to tell the world how much you loved Roman, when you both knew, after the whole Daniel Bryan thing, that the fans don't want to be told who to like, they want to feel they've chosen the champion themselves!" Seth looked from one man to the other, desperate for them to see what he was saying and not to just get pissed because he was talking back to them. "Now, when he has a chance to shine, just for a bit, you snatch that away from him. Even worse, you snatch it from him to give to me! Do I want to be champion? Yes, I do, more than anything else, except I don't want to do it by screwing over Roman."

"Seth," Vince said, "Calm down, it's-"

"-Why?" Seth interrupted, shaking his head. "It's bad enough that you've turned Dean into an upper card jobber, having him lose to me, Bray Wyatt, Barrett and now you're going to give Daniel the intercontinental championship to appease the fans, but I know Dean, he'll always find a way to make it work because he's Dean MF Ambrose. But Roman? He's still a rookie. He wasn't ready for this push in the first place, and now, on the day of Wrestlemania you take it away from him? You had to know he wasn't ready, you had to realize you were pushing him too hard and too fast. But damn it, couldn't you have stopped the train before you decided to derail it on the guy?"

"Seth!" Hunter's voice was firm. "I don't think you understand. This was Roman's idea."

Seth was about to say something and closed his mouth, staring at both Hunter and Vince. "What?" he finally said, and his voice was a whisper.

"This was Roman's idea," Vince said repeating Hunter's words. "I mean, we decided you were going to win, but you were going to win against Roman, the Champion. Roman himself suggested that we do it this way."

"We even offered to have you pin Lesnar at least," Hunter said, his voice quiet, but Seth knew he was speaking the truth. "We thought that at least have Roman not have been pinned, but Roman said the only way to do this was to have him be the one who got pinned. That it would give Lesnar twice as much reason to be pissed off, and it put himself completely out of the picture."

"Wait a moment," Seth shook his head. "This is what Roman wants?"

Vince nodded. "Hell, he was pretty insistent on it, if you want to know the truth. Not that this doesn't help us a lot too, but it was what he really wanted."

Seth took a deep breath, feeling confused, but knowing he had to try to smooth things over with Vince and Hunter, at least for now. "Okay, sorry I got upset," he said, hoping that would be enough to placate them, but adding, "I still think you handled him all wrong, but at least you weren't trying as hard as you could to throw him under the bus. Thank you for this chance, I really appreciate it, I won't let you down, but I have to go now, I have to find Roman."

"All right," Vince said, now shaking his head as if he didn't quite believe what had gone on in this room and deciding if he should just let it go for now, or read Seth the riot act for speaking out later. "Just be ready to go out there when you're told."

"I will, and thank you again for this opportunity. I won't let you down."

Seth found Roman in his private dressing room. He was one of the main event superstars this year, of course he had his own private locker/dressing room and unlike other times, Roman had taken advantage of it. Security was outside the door and when Seth approached they shook their head. "He said no visitors."

"Oh? He did?" Seth said, "Well, I'm not a visitor, I'm his brother, so screw that." Before they could stop him, he walked inside. He knew that had he been anyone but a fellow Superstar, they would have grabbed him and possibly tasered his ass, but fortunately, he was a Superstar, so while they weren't happy, they didn't stop him.

Roman was just finishing putting on his ring gear when Seth came in. "Hey, Seth," his voice was as calm as if they were meeting at the bar around the corner for a drink.

"Don't you 'hey Seth, me, Roman," Seth said, scowling.

"All right then," Roman said, shrugging, "How's this? What's up asshole?" He grinned as he spoke.

"I'd feel better if you were serious about that," Seth admitted. "Gesh, Roman, Trips and Vince just told me that you pretty much insisted it goes down this way, is that true?"

Roman paused from bucking up his vest to nod. "Yes, I did."

"Why?" Seth asked, his brows furrowing in surprise and disappointment. "I felt bad enough that the most you were going to have with the belt was a day, but now you're not even going to hold it at all?"

"Nope." Roman said, doing an almost perfect imitation of Dean when he had uttered that word, so long ago, when Shield was so new they practically still had their price tag on them.

"Why?" Seth asked again. "Roman, do not tell me this is some noble sacrifice you're making in order to give me my chance. I'm going to get my chance even if you do hold the belt!"

Roman smiled. "No, it's not, Seth. If that was the reason for this, I'd go see a doctor, because clearly I need my head examined. You're popular, Seth. You're a bad guy who gets booed and cheered and that's fine. You're in no danger. But, I mentioned last night that the fans don't like me? Well, I did some thinking, they've got some valid reasons."

"Oh?" Seth shook his head, not believing what he was hearing.

"Look, I was pushed, too hard and too fast," Roman said. "And I was pushed poorly. I should have had a proper build up, proper story lines. I tried to tell them that earlier, that I needed to be slowed down, but they weren't listening. They were telling me not to worry about it, I'd be fine. So, I told myself that they were right. They had been in the business long enough, they knew what was best, so I could do this. But I couldn't. I was afraid to stray from the script because I didn't want to lose my job. I was afraid to fight them and tell them 'this is lame, this isn't me,' for the same reasons. So, I did what they said, Seth, but what they said was wrong. Completely wrong."

Seth frowned. Roman was right of course, at least on how they had pushed him, but surely that wasn't his fault. So why did he have to take the fall? "You didn't ask for poor lines and poor booking," he finally said.

"Nope, but I didn't fight them either," Roman said. "Seth, you should be champion. You have made everything work for you. You played your part perfectly. Hell, even when we weren't in the ring, even when we were traveling on the same plane together, you kept up your side of the bargain. The last time we flew, you would look at us with looks of disdain and contempt every once in awhile, like 'Why are they letting these idiots breathe the same air as me?' It was beautiful."

"That's because Dean was throwing peanuts at me," Seth protested. "I could act annoyed, because I was annoyed."

"No, you weren't." Roman shook his head. "Everyone else on that plane thought you were, but I know you, little brother. Dean knows you too. Yeah, you played the part of pissed off, but you were pleased Dean was including you, letting you know you had your place with us."

"I did get sick of it after awhile," Seth admitted, sighing. "But yeah, at first I knew it was Dean's way of letting me know that I was still one of you guys in spirit."

"Yeah, and it took you quite awhile to get sick of it," Roman said. He reached out and put a hand on Seth's shoulder. "Look, you have worked harder than anyone for this."

"I also had a lot more support," Seth reminded him.

"So?" Roman shrugged. "I'm sure if they started pushing you down the road to lameness, you would have come out swinging. I didn't. I let them tell me what to do. If I didn't know any better, I'd say I'd been tested by Vince and it took me until today to realize it."

"What do you mean?" Seth was stunned. Roman seemed so tranquil about this, so zen.

"His whole thing about grabbing the brass ring? He wants someone who's going to go out there and do what they think is best. They aren't going to worry about anything but proving to the WWE Universe that they deserve to be the champion, because they're the best. If someone told them to tell fairy tales to Big Show, they might say they would, but then they'd go out there and ignore the script, they'd come up with something else, something better. I didn't do that. I did what they said to the letter. I let them push me because I wanted to be the main guy. I wanted to be the big shot. And I wasn't ready."

"You were a lot more ready than you think!" Seth protested. "You were doing great, until Shield split up and they started pushing you as the next big thing." He sat down on the bench in the room, staring at his friend. "I just told them that was the biggest mistake they made. The fans never like it when Vince tells them who they should like. And they knew that, coming off of everything with Daniel Bryan."

"Maybe they did, maybe they didn't," Roman said, shrugging. "But that isn't the point. The point was the I knew it, but I ignored it. I thought I was awesome enough to do it even with that strike against me. I failed. I let them tell me what to do thinking it was enough. I should have worked harder, I should have demanded more. But I don't hold this against Vince or Hunter, I hold it against me. You did everything right. You did what they told you, unless it wasn't working, then you pestered them until it was fixed. I dropped the ball. I don't know if I can fix myself or not, but I'm going to try. And I start tonight. I lose. Brock is going to slam me all around that ring and when the time is right, you'll come out and snatch the victory for yourself. It's beautiful, Bro. It fits right in with the person you're playing."

"So, why do I feel guilty?" Seth said, feeling slightly bewildered by this attitude, this peaceful feeling that was coming off of Roman.

"I don't know," Roman said, "You shouldn't. You should be proud. You've worked hard and you deserve this."

"You worked hard too," Seth pointed out, wanting to grab Roman and shake him, and he didn't know why. For some reason, Roman's calm was infuriating to him. He wanted Roman to be angry, he wanted Roman tell him that Vince and Hunter needed to learn self fornication. "You were the first one in the door and the last one to leave. You've asked everyone you can about how to improve as a wrestler. You took acting lessons for your problems with the mike. Don't you dare say you didn't work hard."

"I did," Roman admitted, nodding. "I worked very hard. But what I didn't work, was smart." He sat down on the bench, straddling it, and looked at Seth. "Seth, it's cool. I wish I'd woken up six months ago, six weeks ago, six days ago, but I didn't. Last night when I was telling you my woes and sorrows with the fans, that's when it hit me, I haven't earned their respect. I haven't do anything spectacular. I've been in boring story lines and delivered boring promos. Yeah, I can blame the writers, but I have to blame myself too. I should have fought harder for me. Maybe it's too late, but I'm hoping it's not."

"So, what do you do now?" Seth asked.

"I go out there," Roman said. "I look determined and I get my ass handed to me by Brock Lesnar. I deal with the boos, because they'll be there. But I don't care. I'll do what I can to put on a great show, and if the fans don't like it, well, I did my best."

"Then what?"

"Then we see," Roman said, shrugging. "But this time I'm not going to lay down quietly. If they want to push me down the card for awhile, that's fine. Personally? I'd love to get into a rivalry with someone for the US championship." He laughed, and Seth could really see that the tension he'd been feeling lately was rolling off his friend. "If I win it, then Dean and I could feud. Wouldn't that be great? I win the belt and Dean comes out and tells me that he's happy for me, but, that the belt looked a lot better on him than me."

"You and Dean would put on a good rivalry," Seth admitted. "I loved being in the rivalry with him, because we both knew each other and trusted each other. We could take risks, knowing the other would do all he could to protect him."

"Yeah, that would be fun," Roman admitted. He reached out and put his hand on Seth's shoulder. "Buddy, it's cool. This is the way it should work, and it will work out fine. Just be in gorilla and ready to go when they tell you to." The words were barely out of his mouth when there was a knock at the door and someone called out, "Mr. Reigns, security is here to escort you."

Roman grinned. "That's my cue." He headed for the door and was opening it, when he looked back at Seth. "Promise me one thing, bro."

"Anything!" Seth said quickly.

"When you curb stomp my head? Give it everything you've got. At least make it look like you really had to give it your all to take me out. Will you do that for me?"

Seth nodded. "I'll heel hammer your skull right into the mat," he promised.

Roman nodded in return and smiled. "That's all I ask, Champ." And before Seth could say anything else, he walked out the door.

Seth did the only thing he could do. When he went out with the briefcase, he curb stomped Roman as hard as he could to make it look as good as possible. And when he pinned him, as loud as he dared, he said, "Thank you, so much." Seth was sure some mike picked it up somewhere and he was pretty sure it would make its way on to You Tube tomorrow.

Seth's ear was close to Roman's mouth when he pinned him and very quietly Roman responded, "You're welcome."

Somehow, Kayla was able to get herself and Payton backstage and to the door of the locker/dressing room Seth was using before he was out of the shower and changed into clean ring gear. He knew that he was expected to play a huge part in the back stage, after mania festivities so he had been hurrying. But when he stepped out of the room, the belt over his shoulder, Payton was there, throwing her arms around him. "You won!" She exclaimed, and started babbling happily, "I was so sad when Randy beat you, but then you came out with the briefcase and you won! You're the champion!"

He didn't care if eight was too old to be picked up or not, balancing the belt on his shoulder, he scooped up Payton, hugging her back. "Yeah, I did. You were my good luck charm."

She hugged him again, this time wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him on the cheek. "I loved it. You were awesome!"

"Aw, thank you!" he said, kissing the top of her head. "I'm glad you liked it."

"Congratulations, Champ," Kayla said, leaning in and kissing his other cheek. "You deserve it."

He wanted to ask how Roman's family was doing, but he was worried this might upset Payton, so he didn't. Instead, he put her down, and gave Kayla a perfectly family friendly kiss. Then, he knelt down so Payton could examine the belt carefully. "It still has Brock Lesnar's name on it," she remarked.

"Yeah, they'll fix that, soon," Seth said. And part of him wondered if there was a set of "Roman Reigns" plates somewhere that would be stored for later.

The catering area was usually the biggest meet and greet place for the Superstars and their families and the fans that were privileged enough for back stage passes. It was like a gigantic celebration.

A lot of Roman's family were there, both his immediate and extended. Seth kept his distance, not knowing how well he'd be received. Roman looked good though, considering that he'd been slammed around the ring most of his fight, then curb stomped into the floor. He was surrounded by his kin, Leah in his arms, Jessica on the other side of him. His family didn't look upset, too many of them veterans of this business, and they knew that at Wrestlemania, anything could be switched at the final second. But a few of them, Roman's parents, for example, looked a bit...subdued. Dean, Cinnamon and Neil were over with them as well, and Seth could hear Neil telling his dad that he was awesome, reliving the moment where Dean leaped off the ladder. Dean was trying to look modest, but you knew that whatever regret he had over not getting the Intercontinental Championship was fading under the lavish praise of his son.

Seth wanted to go over and see if he could say something to Dean, but of course that wouldn't be good. And besides, he was the new World Heavyweight Champion, he had a lot of people who wanted to greet him, get his autograph and talk to him. Kayla and Payton stayed with him when they could, but moved away when needed. But, every time he caught their expressions, they were smiling.

When the back stage pass fans were cleared out, and it was pretty much just wrestlers, family, and WWE employees, Roman came over, smiling. "C'mere," he said, motioning Seth to where his family and Dean's were still gathered. "Don't be all snotty, now that you're the Champion. You're still mine and Dean's little brother and the least you can do is say hello."

Seth swallowed, feeling a sudden lump in his throat. "This... it wasn't..." he stammered.

"I know," Roman said, putting his arm around Seth's shoulders and pulling him towards the large crowd of people. "And don't get too comfortable, Seth. You may have knocked me down, but you didn't knock me out of the fight."

When he got over to the group with Roman, he wasn't sure what to expect, but Dean stepped forward to give him a hug and congratulate him, and soon enough everyone was telling him how great he was.

And that felt as good as getting the belt had. Maybe even better.

End of Chapter 15

Special Thanks To:

Zipper: Who told you BLT's are another favorite sandwich of mine? Just no iceberg lettuce, I prefer romaine. I'm glad you like the little girl chat. I've heard young girls talking rapidly and that's what it sounds like to me, so I thought I'd throw that in. And I'm so glad you like Kayla.

Torrie: I don't know why people would be upset with me. I know I have a couple regular readers who stopped with this story, but I don't think they've been on the site, so I don't think it's because of any other reason. I hope I'm not starting trouble. I don't see what's so controversial about this story. Well, maybe the whole, "terrible parents" thing, but I've tried to make it clear that I don't think the Caldwell's are great parents. If anyone has any issues with this story, they are welcome to take it up with me in PM. It's just a story.

But, I thank you for your review, I'm glad you're enjoying the story. I'm sorry if it's causing you any grief personally, that isn't my intent.

Angela: The comments the one fan made to Roman in the bathroom, were things that I've seen people write on various boards, on comments left for videos, twitter, etc. I just sort of rolled them into one major crank session. While I am sure most fans would behave better face to face, after seeing that one fan on Raw, acting like he was having an epileptic fit while Roman was talking, and seeing other fans rush over to give him the finger when he's walking down to the ring, I don't put it past someone to do that to him. Fortunately, the story IS fiction, so I hope nothing like that did happen to him.

Yeah, it boggles my mind that Seth can have all these nude photos leak and all he gets is, "Oh my God, poor Seth, I hope this doesn't hurt him!" and Roman has a lousy promo where someone wrote him terrible lines, and people are STILL talking about it. Again, I'm glad Seth wasn't punished, but it comes across almost like he was rewarded for having those pictures leak, while Roman gets punished because an obnoxious fan base doesn't think it's faaaaaaiiiiirrrrr that they don't get to hand pick the champion.

And again, for anyone reading this, I am NOT upset that Seth won. I was predicting he'd win like this for months and it is totally fitting to his character. I am, however, a little upset that Roman was pushed right out of the picture and now is back to being Big Show's bitch. It was a boring rivalry before, why is the WWE pushing him back into it?

But, I agree with you Angela, I want to see all three Shield guys make it big, not just Seth. Right now it looks like they threw Roman and Dean under the bus to get Seth over, and that's not right either.

Guest 1: Thank you! I'm glad you're enjoying the story.

Catorie: Er, I hope you don't think for a minute I'm thinking all parents of sick children are like the Caldwells. They aren't. I grew up with a brother who wasn't dying, but had some severe mental problems that required a lot of attention from my parents. But they tried the best they could and I don't resent them at all. Having a very sick child and non sick children is rather like having one child who is on fire all the time. Yes, you know all your children should get their fair share of attention, but yeah, the kid on fire needs you the most. Most parents do their best to make allowances. The Caldwell's don't even seem to be trying. They are great parents for Preston. They are lousy parents for Payton. If you got the impression that I was saying all parents of sick children mistreat the other siblings, I'm sorry, that was never my intention.

Also, I love your other review too! All I could think of when I read it was that Tim McGraw song, "I Like it, I Love It, I Want Some More Of It."

Emilee: Nope I certainly didn't ignore Wrestlemania. And yeah, you're right, it is an important part of their lives. Even with all that's going on with Payton, Seth isn't going to just brush off Wrestlemania.

Guest 2: Well, I just updated, does that count? Thank you for making me feel like people can't wait to read this story, it helps a lot.

Everyone Who Has Reviewed/Favored/Followed; Thank you. I know I always respond to all reviews, but I still like to put it at the end of my chapters too. Thank you so much. Again, it's your enthusiastic response to this story that keeps me writing even when I'm stuck. Again, keep it up, it means a lot to me.

Until Next Time

Peace Out

Willow.