1. I'm going to Miami to see K-Fed get his ass handed to him. Yea! I'll be under the same roof with all these characters (well, most).

2. My net connection, for some unknown reason, sucks! Sorry for the delay.

3. Thank Breaking Benjamin's song 'Breakdown' as this song inspired the chapter. I am leaving Jan. 15, so I gotta get this story done. Since the alert system is not working again, check regularly, every day or two, for updates.

Lightning flashed again, casting the eerie blue light in the living room of the Levesque mansion, as the thunder boomed once more, shaking the windows. Stephanie opened her eyes quickly, startled, and sat up quickly as she looked around, not realizing where she was at the moment. Stephanie recognized the living room and sighed deeply, running her hands through her hair as the thunder boomed once more. Stephanie stood up and walked into the kitchen as the storm continued violently outside. She opened the refrigerator and took out bottled water. As she closed it, she saw pictures that were on the fridge. She looked at each one carefully; one was a picture of her and Trish, Paul and Michael, her and Paul, Paul's family, John and Adam, Amy, Lisa and Trish, Her and her family, Dwayne and Paul, her and John, her and Paul, and her, Paul and a newborn baby. Stephanie smiled at the picture; seeing them together with a child and happy made her feel warm and at peace. She was brought out of that dreamy state as the thunder crashed again and her baby started screaming. Startled, Stephanie ran into the living room, where the playpen was, and put the water down as she bent to pick up her daughter. As Stephanie balanced her, she rocked her gently and whispered words to sooth her. She quieted down as Stephanie caught a glimpse of the time on the entertainment center and frowned. "Where's your daddy, Aurora?" she whispered to her child. As Stephanie continued to bounce her on her leg, she heard the doorbell ring. Her frown deepened as she walked over to the door and saw red and blue lights flashing in the reflecting window. Stephanie glanced through the peephole then unlocked and opened the door. Standing on the porch were two uniformed officers; one male and one female. "Yes?"

"You are Mrs. Stephanie McMahon-Levesque?" the female officer asked. Stephanie nodded and the officer cleared her throat. "The wife of Paul Levesque?"

Stephanie frowned and began to grow impatient. "Yes."

The female officer glanced at the male officer who pointed over Stephanie's shoulder. "May we come in?" he asked gently.

Stephanie raised her eyebrow as her puckered brow deepened, but nevertheless, she let the officers in. Once they were inside, Stephanie walked back into the living room, the officers following, and put Aurora back in her playpen. Stephanie turned to the officers and folded her arms. "Do you mind telling me what this is all about?"

The man cleared his throat and pointed to her couch. "Perhaps you should sit down, Mrs. Levesque."

"I'd much rather stand," Stephanie replied hastily.

The officer nodded. "Very well." He held out his hand and the female officer handed him a vanilla color folder, one which Stephanie did not see before. "Mrs. Levesque…your husband, Paul, I'm afraid has been involved in an auto accident." Accident? Stephanie didn't hear the thunder crashing violently outside this time. Her attention was focused on two things; parts of what the officers were telling her, and what was in that folder. "We assume he was heading home, and with the rain and visibility…" There were certain parts of the speech that Stephanie did not hear; she had somehow tuned them out as tears formed in her eyes, blocking her vision. The only thing that she could hear was what her brain let her. "Drunk driver…brakes…wet roads…they tried…too much blood…even though the air bags deployed…" None of it made sense to her. Suddenly, she felt dizzy and wished she had taken the officers advice. She scarcely realized that Aurora was screaming again and that the storm had grown even more sadistic; so much so that the lights were flickering on and off. But none of this registered with Stephanie; her eyes were still on that folder. She cleared her throat and tried her best to find her voice. "Wh-what's in that…folder?"

The man looked down and handed it to her. "You don't have to look if you don't wish," he said softly.

Stephanie took the folder into her shaking hands and opened it slowly. Somehow, she knew what was in it before opening it. She gasped at the sight as the water in her eyes began to fall down her cheeks like a waterfall. She sank down to the couch and brought her hand up to her mouth; whether it was to keep from vomiting or to keep from screaming, she didn't know. But to see Paul's car in a metal ball and too see the rain washing away the blood from the road was too much for Stephanie to handle. There was more though. As Stephanie turned the page, she sobbed even heavier. Lying motionless, covered in dirt, blood and water was Paul. Seemingly ejected from the car and killed on impact. Drowning in his own blood…that was when Stephanie blacked out…

She gasped and sat up suddenly as sweat poured down from her forehead and neck, soaking her tank top. Stephanie glanced around the room in a panic and looked down next to her as she heard snoring. Lying there, in a deep sleep, was Paul. Stephanie sighed in relief and pressed her right hand over her heart, feeling it beat heavily, as if it wanted to break free. Stephanie pushed off the sheets from her side and quietly walked into the bathroom to wash her face and change her clothes. "It was just a nightmare," she whispered to herself as she pulled off the tank top and slipped on a large T-shirt. Stephanie chuckled quietly to herself, "Seemed pretty damn real," she muttered angrily. Moments later, her head was in the toilet, throwing up the last meal she ate. After several minutes, she brushed her teeth and studied her reflection in the mirror. What's wrong with me, she asked herself. I've been having nothing but nightmares and nausea…damn pregnancy. As Stephanie laid back down in her bed, she glanced at the clock next to her. It's okay, she told herself, work will be good tomorrow.

"Why did you open your mouth?" Trish demanded.

Amy shrugged and shifted uncomfortably. "I'm sorry. It was just the spur of the moment," she answered sheepishly.

"Amy…now everyone's gonna know that I'm retiring!"

"Well, you shouldn't have told me!"

"Obviously!"

"I'm sorry I let it slip," Amy replied. "It wasn't intentional."

Trish ran her hand through her blonde hair. "God…what if Stephanie heard?"

Amy shrugged just as she two heard shouting from an unmistakable voice. "Patricia Stratigias! When I get my hands on you, you are DEAD!"

Trish cringed and looked at Amy nervously and tried to surpress a giggle. Amy poked her head around the corner to see Stephanie making her way to them. She watched as Stephanie grabbed one of the crew members by the shirt and glared at him. "Where's Trish?"

The man literally began shaking as he pointing in Amy's direction. She saw as Stephanie narrowed her eyes and grinned evilly. Amy gasped and grabbed Trish and shoved her in to the men's locker room. Trish looked at Amy wide-eyed. "Hey!"

Amy covered Trish's mouth with her hand as they heard Stephanie's voice again. "Trish!" she screamed. "You can run but you can't hide!

Trish rolled her eyes and mumbled something as Amy's hand still covered her mouth. The door to the locker room opened and both women froze. As Trish held to her Champion belt defensly, Cena caught them cuddled up in the corner. He smirked at them and crossed his arms. Trish looked terrified, holding onto her belt for dear life, while Amy looked alert, her hand covering Trish's mouth. "Lemme guess," he said. "Stephanie's after y'all?"

Amy stood up straight and let Trish go, who only glared at John while he started laughing, placing his belt down on the bench. "It's Amy's fault," Trish muttered.

Amy scoffed and placed her hands on her hips. "Hey! I just saved your ass."

Trish rolled her eyes. "Only because Stephanie would have grilled you too for being the loud mouth."

"Ladies, ladies," John said. "Why not just put your differences aside and realize that Steph's gonna strangle you both?" he said with a chuckle.

"This is not funny, Cena!" Trish pouted. "Steph's been in such a pissy mood lately, I do not want to deal with her."

Amy nodded in agreement. "Yeah, she has been off her rocker lately."

John frowned. Does she know? And if she does, will she be mad at him and Shane for not telling her?

Trish, noticing John's sudden change in his mood, stepped up to him. "John, do you know something we don't?"

John looked at Trish and Amy, trying to be threatened by their looks. "That depends."

When Cena said nothing further, Amy walked next to Trish and stared him down too. "John…"

He sighed and and took off his hat, tossing it to the side and walked over to the door, locking it. When he turned around, both women looked at him confused. He pointed to the benches. "Sit down."

Amy and Trish did what he asked…and they suddenly became very nervous for what John was about to tell them…

"We want something big…" Randy was saying.

"Yeah," Adam agreeded. "Something huge…"

"To prove to the fans…"

"…to everyone…"

"…that we're the best…"

"…better than DX," Adam added, smugly.

Stephanie sat there with a blank expression on her face, not uttering a single word. Shane looked at his sister as the room was suddenly cast in an eerie silence. Both Randy and Adam looked at each other and frowned. Shane nudged his sister on the arm, taking her out of whatever trance she was in, and receiving an annoyed glare from her as he did. She looked towards Adam and Randy as they stared back at her. She sighed and picked up her paper work. "Do what you want."

Randy and Adam smiled and gave each other a high five as Stephanie stood up, followed by Shane. "You sure you're okay with this?" Shane asked.

Stephanie shrugged it off as Randy and Adam both got up to leave, acting like little boys who just got the best christmas giftes from their parents. "They finish each other's sentences," she said absently as she walked out of the office. "Gotta give 'em something for that."

Shane frowned as he followed Stephanie out. "Are you sure you're okay?"

"If you ask me that again, I'm gonna stick my pen in your eye," she snapped.

Shane wasn't sure if that was her way at making a stupid joke or if she was serious; either way, he didn't want to find out. Inside he rolled his eyes and walked past her as he muttered in anger, "Jeez, some mother you're gonna be."

Stephanie stooped walking and frowned at her brother's statement as it cut through like ice. Maybe he's right, she thought suddenly. I won't make a good mother. Everyone thinks I'm a slut or bitch…or both. I'm not mother material.

"God, I just can't figure it out!" Michael said in frustration.

Carlito raised his eyebrows as he finished applying his hand tape. "Can't figure what out?"

"Who Vince is bringing back."

"I thought it was Austin?"

Michael shook his hand as he slipped on his DX shirt. "Nah, Paul and I did too, but Stephanie claims that it never was."

Carlito nodded his hand as he grabbed his shirt from his locker. "Well, if I was a bettin' man, which I am not, I would say he'd bring The Rock back."

Michael raised his eyebrows. "Really? Why?"

Carlito shrugged. "Cuz he sucks as an actor."

Michael laughed as the door opened and Paul walked in. He nodded at Michael then at Carlito. "Hey, Mike, Carlos."

"Hey man," Michael nodded back. "You heard who Vince is bringing back yet?"

Paul shook his head and tossed his cell phone into his bag. "No, but Linda told me that he plans on introducing him at the next Pay-per-view."

"We gotta wait that long?" Mike whined.

Paul shrugged. "He ain't even telling Steph…"

Carlito shook his head. "That's not cool."

Amy and Trish sat in the women's locker room in silence; neither one spoke to each other. They both sat there staring into space; lost in their own thoughts. They didn't even notice that Mindy and Lisa had walked in. As Mindy went to her locker to get dressed, Lisa stood in between Amy and Trish and looked back and forth from them. "Guys?" Trish looked up at Lisa, but said nothing. "You two okay?"

"Yeah," Amy answere in monotone.

Lisa raised her eyebrows as Mindy joined them. "You sure?"

"Yeah."

Lisa and Mindy exchanged looks at their odd behavior but shrugged it off. "Well, see ya out there."

Trish looked at Amy as the two women left the locker room. "Should we do something?"

"Like what?"

Trish shrugged. "I don't know."

Amy shook her head. "No, John said not to. He told us that he and Shane will take care of it."

"I think we need to tell her," Trish insisted. "Steph's going through so much. She needs to know if Paul is cheating."

"Yeah, but with Melina?" Amy scoffed then shook her head. "I don't think Paul is cheating."

"You never know," Trish said. "Men are always men."

Amy sighed sadly. "Not always."

Trish frowned and stood up to sit next to Amy and wrap her arms around her shoudlers. "Look, this whole thing with Matt and Adam will blow over soon. Steph will take care of it and you know Adam will fight for you."

Amy nodded sadly. "I know." She suddenly smiled brightly. "I do have one thing to look forward too though."

"What?"

"Steph, kicking your ass."

John knocked softly on Stephanie's office door. When he heard her answer, he slowly opened the door and crept in. Like usual, Stephanie was buried in her work. It was unusual today however because she wasn't around the arena that much. Normally she was yelling at someone or be around a crowd in the back, but tonight she had not been seen much by anyone. "You okay?" he asked.

Stephanie didn't look up but nodded and answered, "Yes. Why?"

John shrugged. "Nothing…"

Stephanie looked up at John and saw him looking down. Sighing deeply, she dropped her pen, took off her glasses, and leaned back slightly. "John…what's wrong?"

He sighed as well and shifted his stance. "I don't want to tell you this," he muttered.

Stephanie frowned. "Don't want to tell me what?"

John looked at her tired eyes sadly and he felt his heart break for her. "Stephanie…" he sighed. "Maybe I shouldn't…"

He turned around and as he placed his hand on the doorknob he heard her speak. "John, you come in here acting all weird and bothering me from my work…the least you can do is tell me why you're here and acting like a weirdo."

John dropped his head and turned back to her. "You're not gonna like it…"