-1Disclaimer: Anyone you recognize, I don't own. The nobody's your never heard of... yep them bitches is mine lol.

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2 weeks later

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"Come on baby, time to wake up." Mark said, lightly shaking my shoulders as I lay next to him in our bed inside of our newly rented 3 bedroom apartment.

"Uh, not yet." I sighed, turning so my arm was laying across his stomach.

"Come on babe, you got your big match tonight, we got to get you ready."

"It's just golden boy. Its not that big of a deal." I sighed again, as I began to trace his tattoo's with my finger tip.

"It is a big deal! Its your first match in TNA. Now come on, I got a big day planned for you!" He said, and then tried to sit up, but I pushed him back down next to me, and kissed him softly.

"Five more minutes?" I asked innocently when I pulled away.

Mark just laughed at me and pulled me into another kiss.

"If this is how were gonna spend the next five minutes then sure." He said with a smile, as he rolled over on top of me.

I smiled as he began kissing my neck, before pulling him to my lips.

There was a loud crash in the other room, and Mark stopped momentarily, before returning to what we were doing. I pushed him away.

"What the hell was that?" I asked, a little scared.

"It was probably just Jay. He's a klutz, you know that." He said, before capturing my lips into another kiss.

He was probably right. Jay was a bit of a klutz. So it was no surprise when we heard another loud crash. Both Jay and Mark had really bad tempers.

I wrapped my arms around Mark's neck, and rolled so that I was on top of him, as I moved my kisses down his chest. We both groaned as there was a loud banging on our bedroom door.

"I'll get it." Mark sighed, as I rolled off of him.

"Dude Jay I swear to god…." Mark started to say, but his words caught in his throat once he opened the door.

"What the hell man?" He asked, as Jay bent over, holding his stomach, blood leaking through his hands.

"I tried to stop him man. I did really." Jay said almost in tears. I jumped out of the bed and helped Mark carry him onto the bed.

"Stop who Jay? What happened?" Mark asked, as I ran in the bathroom to get towels.

"I don't know man. He just busted through the door. I tried to fight him, but he pulled a knife. Oh god I tried man. I couldn't stop him." Jay said, before groaning in pain.

"Jay what the hell. Was someone in the apartment."

Jay just nodded, as he clutched his stomach.

"Jonathan…" He whispered, as blood began to come from his mouth.

My heart stopped in my throat at that one simple word. There had been someone in my apartment, and he did something to my son. I dropped the towels on ground and ran into Jonathan's room, only to find it empty.

I screamed, and sank to my knee's. They took my son.

I felt Mark's strong arms wrap around me as I sat there crying my eyes out.

"I called 911, they'll be here any minute. We'll find him sweetie, I swear to god we'll find him."

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"How's Jay?" I asked Mark, as he walked away from the doctor he had been talking to for almost ten minutes.

"He's gonna be okay." He said with a sigh of relief. Before taking me in his arms and holding me tight.

"I thought we lost him baby. I really thought we did." He said, as he clung to me.

I tore me apart inside, to see him like this. He was one of the strongest people I had ever met. He didn't let anything get to him like this. I pulled away from him slightly and wiped a few tears away from his eyes.

"But we didn't baby. Jay's gonna be fine." I said, with a forced smile. It was hard to be happy knowing my son was missing.

"Come on, we should go see him." Mark said, using the sleeve of his sweatshirt to wipe away the last of his tears before taking his hand in mine and walking back towards the rooms.

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I started crying the moment we entered the room. It was just hard. Jay was the big brother I had never had, and to see him laid up in that bed, wires coming out of everywhere, and a tube that helped him breath, it was just hard. Jay was a fighter.

Matt wrapped an arm around my shoulder and gave it a squeeze before walking up next to his brother and taking his hand in his.

Jay opened his eyes, and gave a weak smile to Matt.

"So I'm not dead." Jay said, his voice raspy because his throat was so dry. I walked up to the table next to his bed and grabbed the glass of water and placed the straw softly against his lips.

Jay took two huge gulps before nodding to me.

"Thanks sweetie." He said with a small smile, his voice back to normal, but he was still speaking quietly.

"Anything for you big bro." I said, with the biggest smile I could muster.

Jay looked at me before he averted his eyes to the sheets.

"They took Jonathan didn't they…." He said, his voice just barely above a whisper.

I nodded slightly, and sniffed back tears.

"Oh god, I'm sorry Mi." Jay said, tears beginning to form in his eyes as well.

"Don't be sweetie. You did everything you could." I said, as I stood awkwardly at the end of his bed.

"Will you do something for me then?" He asked, attempting to sit up a little, but in the end Mark had to help him.

"Anything."

"Kick golden boy's ass for me tonight." He said with another weak smile.

"Jay, I'm not going tonight. Not with you like this."

"Mi, you have to go! Its your debut match!"

"Jay, you're my family. And your in the fuckin hospital. That's a little bit more important than a stupid match."

"Mi. Please. Just go for me." Jay pleaded, a few tears escaping his eyes.

I sighed heavily.

"Are you sure Jay."

"Positive."

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"You sure you don't want me to stay in there with you?" Mark asked as we stopped outside of mine and Chris's locker room.

"I'm sure. The last thing I need right now is you and Daniels getting into it." I said before pushing the door open.

"Bout time you got here." Daniels gruff voice said as I stepped in, Mark right on my heels. Mark was about ready to snap on him, but I put my hands on my chest to stop him.

"Please." I said looking up at him.

He sighed before kissing me quickly.

"Everything's gonna be okay." He said with a smile, before shooting Daniels a glare and walking back out of the locker room.

"You've got that boy whipped." Daniels said snidely as I set my stuff down on the bench across from him.

I chose to ignore him. I really didn't want to talk to anyone right now.

"What no snide remarks? No shut up asshole? No go to hell you mother fucker?" Daniels asked standing up and taking a step towards me.

"What's wrong you run out of bitch pills?" He said with a cocky smirk.

I wiped around, my vision already beginning to blur with tears.

"Listen I really don't need your shit right now okay. So can you just back off?" I asked, before wiping my eyes with the sleeve of Mark's sweat shirt he had given me to wear.

"Wow, must be that time of the month…" Daniels said slyly.

I couldn't help myself, I slapped him right across the face.

"Listen you little fucker. The man I call my brother just got stabbed and is in the hospital and can barely breath on his own, and at the moment my son is missing, now will you fucking lay off?" I said, tears now freely running down my face.

"Mila…I.. I didn't know…" Daniels began to say, a look of shock on his face.

"Yah well now you do, so just leave me alone." I said, hastily trying to wipe away the tears, before giving up and grabbing my ring attire and running into the bathroom, locking the door behind me.

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20 minutes later I had managed to stop my tears, change into my ring wear, and make my hair look somewhat presentable. I took a deep breath before unlocking the door, to find Chris fully dressed and sitting on the bench staring down at his hands.

"Mila, I…"

"Don't." I cut him off. "I don't give a fuck."

Chris went back to staring at his hands.

There was a knock on the door and an agent popped his head in telling me 5 minutes till I was up.

I nodded, and pulled the wrist tape out of my bag. I quickly taped them up, putting my ring on the top shelf of my locker, and tossing the tape back in my bag, before heading out the door towards the heel ramp as Chris followed after.

"If you don't mind, just don't touch me tonight." I said as we approached the ramp

"But…" Chris started to protest

"Just don't okay. If you want to have babies at any time in your life, don't touch me."

Chris nodded slowly, and stared off up the ramp as his music began to blare through the speakers.

I took a deep breath, and put on a fake smirk before walking up the ramp to a chorus of boo's from the crowd.

I just smiled and blocked them out, so that the only sound I heard was my own breathing.

I didn't hear AJ's music, but I watched his every move as he came down the ramp, and posed for the crowd. Still I listened to the sound of my breathing, as he took off his vest and handed it to a stagehand.

I saw the ref signal for the bell, and I quickly locked up with AJ in the middle of the ring, before he pushed me back into the corner.

I put my hands up for a clean break and I got it. We stepped back into the middle of the ring and I took another deep breath before locking up with him again, this time able to turn it into a side headlock. AJ began to slip out of it, so I kicked his right foot and brought him face first into the mat.

As AJ lay there grabbing his face I ran back towards the ropes, bounced off them, ran back towards AJ, and back flipped onto his back. I looked over to see Daniels clapping his hands at ringside, before I grabbed AJ's arm into a Fujiwara Arm bar. He was able to get to the ropes though, and I was forced to break the hold.

We went back and forth for a few more minutes, before AJ got the upper hand. He had me knocked onto the mat, and so he climbed out of the ropes, standing on the apron. He was preparing himself to jump back in for what proably would have been a spiral tap, but I was able to kick his feet out from under him, knocking him off the apron and causing him to hit his head on the apron, knocking him back in front of the announcers table.

I took a deep breath before bouncing off the oppisite ropes and jumping through the second and third rope with a suicide dive.

I overshot him though, and hit my wrist hard against the announcers table. I knew immediately something was wrong. My whole arm had gone completely numb. I tried to lift it but I couldn't.

I clutched my arm to my stomach as the noise of the crowd started to fill my ears.

"Are you okay?" Daniels asked, as he leant down next to me.

I shook my head no quickly. "Its broken, I cant feel it." I said, gesturing towards my arm.

"Shit.." Daniels mumbled. As he put a hand on my wrist.

I screamed in pain. "I said it hurts you fucker."

"Oh shit…" Daniels said as his eyes got wide, before a flying figure took him to the ground and began raining down punches on his skull. I didn't recognize the figure, but I knew what was happening as soon as I looked over at AJ, who was being bombarded by Mark.

"MARK!" I screamed, trying to get his attention away from AJ. It worked, he left AJ laying, and ran over to me.

"Are you okay?" He asked, kneeling down next to me.

I shook my head no, before he picked me up and started carrying me up the ramp.

"Homicide, lets go." He yelled over his shoulder to the figure who was still beating down on Daniels.

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"WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT!" Daniels yelled, as he burst into our locker room backstage, where a trainer was looking at my wrist, while my head lay in Mark's lap and Homicide paced nervously behind us.

"Fuck off Daniels." Mark shot at him, as he ran a hand through my hair, as I cringed again when the trainer touched my wrist.

"This is my locker room asshole. And I want some god damn answers!" Daniels yelled throwing the towel he was holding at the lockers.

"My girl was hurt, so I got her out." He said flatly, staring intently at Daniels.

"Then why the hell did that shit beat on me?" He asked, pointing at Homicide.

"What you call me?" Homicide yelled, now glaring at Daniels as well.

"Will the three of you just shut up already." I sighed, as they all looked at me.

"Look, Homicide shouldn't have attacked Daniels, and Mark shouldn't have come down to help me. But they did. What's done is done so get over it."

"Do you know how much trouble we are going to be in? Management is going to kill us! How are they going to explain this?"

"They'll find a way." I shrugged, before groaning out in pain.

"That fucking hurts." I shot at the trainer, who just sighed.

"Well, its defiantly broken. And from the looks of it there is some nerve damage as well. That's why you are feeling numb at the moment. Your going to need to get you to a hospital so they can set that wrist in a cast." He said finally, before standing back up.

"Uh, I hate hospitals." I sighed.

"Come on sweetie, you have to go either way. Jay's gonna want to see you again anyway."

"I know." I sighed.

"Now come…." Mark started to say but was interrupted as his cell phone started to ring.

"Hello? WHAT? No, that's great. Is he okay? Thank god. We'll be down there in 10." He said, before hanging the phone.

"Who was that?" I asked, sitting up.

"The police department. They think they found Jonathan."

"What?" I asked, my breath catching in my throat again "He.. Is he okay?"

"He's fine." Mark said with a smile before wrapping his arms around me.

"Come on lets go.." I said quickly jumping to my feet not even caring I was still in my ring clothes, and had no shoes on.

"Hang on a second." Mark said, getting up and grabbing his sweatshirt and my engagement ring out of my locker, and handing them both to me.

He put the ring on my finger for me, since I couldn't use my arm, and tried his best to slip the sweat shirt on without irritating my wrist. I left my bad arm out of the sleeve, and then we ran off

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Poor Jay. I love him to death. I was seriously almost crying when I wrote this. And now Mila is broken too! Man Daniels is an ass! Agreed? Agreed.

Tune in to find out what happens next!

-PA6