A/N: I kinda said that Rylee was – well I dunno how old I said she was but I'll change that now. Rylee IS 24 YEARS OLD. There nice and big. And on with the story.

Rylee opened her eyes; she was sat in a white room. On a padded floor, she could have been in a mental home for all she knew. But there was no walls surrounding her, she felt trapped but she could move. She was alone in this place, but had no sense of loneliness. She could hear faint voices in the distances. Mumblings, she tried to stand and then to walk towards them but felt as if her feet were being held down. The voices getting slightly louder, minute by minute they grew in their volume.

"Wake up." A soft male voice whispered.

"Don't leave us." A girl, she seemed to be crying. Who were these people? Rylee tried to walk again. Still no hope. She heard heavy footsteps leave the room; a minute later distressed ones pounded back in.

"MOM!"

End of weird dream landy unconsciousness.

"MOM!" Rylee sat up straight, pain stabbed through her entire body, people pushing her back down. "Mom." The quiet voice sobbed. "It was him, he hurt you didn't he?" Her voice low and dangerous, coating her strong English accent.

"This kid knows too much." Laura laughed, sitting on an uncomfortable hospital chair.

"Short stuff. Don't start."

"Hey Kidda." Rylee leaned forward to hug her daughter.

"Morning sleepy head." Stephanie smiled at her sister. The fifteen year old girl stopped hugging her mother to play fight with Laura.

"Fallon! If ya mess muh hair I'll get Johnny to FU ya ass." Laura yelled. They settled down after a passing nurse gave them a dirty look for being too loud. The teenage punk flung herself into the chair next t o Laura. John walked back into the hospital room; in his arms he cradled goodies from the canteen.

"You're awake." John beamed, dropping half the contents of the vending machine onto the bottom of the bed.

"No I sleep with muh eyes closed." Rylee stated as John kissed her forehead.

"What, no Dr Pepper. That sucks." Fallon laughed while hunting through the mountain of snacks.

"Who are you?" John asked, only now noticing the teenage punk who stood with bubblegum pink hair with black streaks and a pierced lip. Her blue-green eyes sparkled.

"I'm-"

"Coming to get Dr Pepper with us." Laura said grabbing Fallon's hand, while Steph took the other and pulled her out of the room.

"Erm John will ya sit down? Ya making me feel nervous." John sat on a chair by Rylee's hospital bed, entwining his fingers with hers.

"Who's that girl?" John asked.

"That's Fallon Louise McMahon. She's my daughter." Rylee looked away, afraid of John's reaction.

"You can't catch me out that easy, Ry. That girl must be about 18 years old. You would have been like six when you had her."

"She's adopted. I found her when she was 9. I was 18 at the time. She's only just turned 15 last year. Her Dad lived next door to me and Laura when we were growing up, her Mama died a few weeks after she was born. Then her Dad started beating her. She always came to us."

"Oh. Did he go to jail?" John asked looking generally concerned.

"No, he kidnapped Fallon, and when we got there we was about to kill her. He saw us, turned the gun and shot himself in the head."

"Wow, that girl's been through a lot than." John sighed.

"Yeah, that's how me, her and Laura mix together so well." Rylee laughed. "John, when can I go home?" John laughed.

"I was wondering when you would ask that. I'll go find out." John stood up to leave and walked out of the door. Rylee closed her eyes, she heard the door open again, and whispering voices.

"Vicky, shut up. She's asleep." Trish scolded the dark haired diva.

"Do you think she'll like these?" Ashley whispered.

"Did anyone else just see who I think I just saw?" Amy asked laughing. "Because if it is, its gunna take Laura a long time to get outta that headlock."

"Ouch!"

"Jillian, be quiet!" Trish scolded again.

"It wasn't me." Jillian Hall whispered back.

"It was me, sorry." Lillian cringed.

"Rylee!" Melina came running in, only to be smacked in the head by Trish.

"Would you people shut it! She's trying to sleep!" Trish yelled.

"Hahahahahahahaha!" Rylee laughed nearly rolling off the bed. "You lot are priceless."

"Oh so you are awake?" Trish stood at the bottom of the bed, hands on her hips. The other six divas standing beside her, giggling silently.

"Yup indoodles." Rylee winked. John returned to the room, only to be in a headlock, from Fallon. Steph and Laura following behind them.

"Help me please." He whined, causing all the divas to laugh even harder.

"FAZ! I was right!" Amy launched herself at the teenage girl, pulling her into a death like hug.

"When can I leave?" Rylee asked.

"Tomorrow Buttercup." Said a voice from beside the door, Rylee looked up.

"Jeffery Nero Hardy. Ass. Over. Here. Now." Rylee said stabbing her finger into the blankets with each word. He leaned into give her a hug, she whispered into his ear. "If anything happens take Fallon to Cameron and I'll meet you there. Promise me."

"Promise." Jeff whispered back before pulling away.

Shortly afterwards the divas and Jeff were kicked out of the hospital as they were making too much noise, and with the extra arrival of Shawn Michaels, Dave, Hunter, Randy, Rey, Matt, Shannon, Shane Helms and the rest of the McMahon family.

"Right kidda we hafta go now." Shane said ruffling Rylee's hair.

"Shane O, you do that again and I will castrate you." Rylee smiled sweetly, causing every man in the room to place a protective hand over their crotch. All the women burst into laughter.

"Yeah we best be going too." Trish said, speaking for all the divas.

"Yeah us too." HBK smiled at Rylee, kissing her forehead before leaving with Randy, Hunter and Dave.

"Us three." Jeff said, he hugged Rylee tightly before kissing her lips gently. Matt, Shannon, Rey and Shane just waved before practically running for the door, on seeing the look on John's face. "Love ya buttercup."

"Love ya too, baby face." Rylee laughed. She turned to Stephanie, she hugged her. "Love ya sis."

"Ditto, RyRy." Steph smiled.

"Love ya mama." Rylee teared up as Linda hugged her. "Love ya Papi."

"Doesn't the brother get love?" Shane asked being his cocky self.

"No. Get out." Rylee said with a deadly serious look on her face. "Nah, love ya too Shane-O."

"MOM!" Fallon came running back into the room, "Can I stay with the girls tonight?"

"Yeah sure honey, as long as they don't get you drunk. And when Laura tells you she loves you, what do you do?"

"Agree."

"And, when she thinks it's a fantastic idea to hijack a van?"

"Drag her home by her hair." Fallon winked.

"Good, have a nice night." Rylee kissed her daughter on the cheek before she watched her run out after the divas.

"You let her go drinking with the divas?" Vince raised his eyebrows.

"Papi, don't get into this now, or you'll be the one needing a hospital bed." Rylee laughed as she watched her family walked out the room, leaving her alone with John.

"John-"

"Rylee-" they said at the same time.

"You first." Rylee offered.

"I need to tell you something . . ."

A/N: And I'll finish this chapter here as muh bro wants on the computer.