-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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"Can I help you sir?" A police officer sitting behind the desk asked, as Mark and I ran through the front doors.

Mark leaned over to catch his breath a little.

"We're the Briscoe's. You called, and…. Said you found our son…Jonathan Briscoe." I said between gasps.

"Yes, right this way.." The officer said, getting up from his desk and walking us down a hallway.

We stopped at the second to last door, and the officer pointed through the window.

"Is that your son?"

Tears slowly began to leak from my eyes, as I looked at my son, who was cuddled up in the corner, rocking himself back and forth. He was only two years old, I couldn't imagine how scared he must be.

"That's him." Mark said "Can we see him please?" He asked the officer.

The officer nodded and unlocked the door.

"Daddy?" Jonathan asked, poking one eye up over his arm.

"Yeah baby its me." Mark said, trying to hold back his tears as he leant down and took Jonathan in his arms.

As soon as he did, Jonathan started crying into his shoulder.

"Shh baby, its okay. Your safe now. We'll never ever let you go." Mark said, holding onto him as tight as he could.

Jonathan's tears subsided a little, and Mark placed him down in the chair, to check over him.

He had to bite his tongue to keep from crying as he saw the bruises that covered most of his sons body. His right eye was almost completely swollen shut, his arms were black blue and purple, as well as his stomach and chest.

"You'll be okay baby I promise." Mark said, taking him back into his arms.

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We thanked the officer who found Jonathan probably a hundred times before finally heading back to the hospital. I still needed to get my wrist set and we needed to check up on Jay.

I argued with Matt, telling him I wanted to see Jay before I got my arm set. He tried to tell me no, but I wasn't having it. Finally he gave up, and we walked in towards Jay's room, Jonathan close to falling asleep in Mark's arms.

"Hey bro." Mark said with a slight smile, as we entered Jay's room. He was watching TV, but quickly broke out into a huge grin when he saw Jonathan.

"You found him." He said, his voice still quiet and slightly raspy.

I smiled at him, as Mark laid him down gently on the bed next to Jay. Jay lightly kissed the top of his head, before looking over his bruises.

"I'm sorry man…." Jay said, looking up at Mark with tears in his eyes.

"Don't be. Everything Is fine. None of this is your fault Jay."

Jay nodded slowly before looking over at me.

"How'd the match go?"

"I've had better." I sighed.

"A loss I take it then?"

"Technically yes. But it wasn't my fault. I lost by DQ. Matt and Homicide jumped AJ and the Fallen asshole."

"What'd you jump them for?" Jay asked turning his attention to Mark.

"She was hurt. I had to get her out of there."

"What you do to yourself this time." Jay sighed with a playful smile.

"Broke the wrist." I laughed. In all honesty I was a bigger klutz then Jay was, and we loved to give each other a hard time about it.

"Speaking of which, will you go get it looked at already?" Mark said, walking up so he was standing toe to toe with me.

"But I…."

"No buts. Get goin." He said, turning me around and walking me towards the door.

"We'll be back soon, you mind if Jonathan stays here? He'll be out like a light."

"No problem man, it's the least I can do." Jay said with a smile, before Mark closed the door behind us.

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We stepped out of the room, before Mark gently pushed me against the wall, careful to avoid my wrist.

I looked up at him with a smile, as his lips brushed softly against mine.

"What was that for?" I asked with a smile as he pulled away.

"Because I love you. I don't tell you that enough and I want you to know that I really do. And, its an early birthday present."

"Uh, is that really on Friday?" I said with a sigh. I had completely forgotten my birthday was that soon.

"Don't sound so excited." Mark said, taking my good hand in his, as we walked back towards the main waiting room.

"I don't know why you always make such a big deal out of my birthday. We never do anything for yours or Jays." I shrugged.

"But you're my girl. Its your day to have fun." He said with a smile, as we arrived at the front desk.

"Uh whatever." I sighed, knowing he wasn't going to give up on this.

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"Uh, you talk to him." I said thrusting my phone that was ringing towards Mark, as the doctor finished with my cast.

"Your evil." Mark said eying the caller id.

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"Hello?" Mark said flatly.

"Where are you?" Daniels gruff voice demanded from the other end of the line.

"None of your damn business." Mark shot back, seriously debating whether or not to just hang up the phone.

"Look I don't need this right now. Your slut just lost me my title shot, and now management wants you back for the second taping."

"What? Hell no. She broke her fucking wrist. We aren't coming."

"I tried to tell them that, but they want you both back now."

"Uh, fine." Mark sighed heavily before clicking the phone shut.

"What was that all about?" I asked, as Mark looked ready to chuck my phone at the wall.

"They want us back for the second tapings."

"Its not that big of a deal babe. We'll manage." I said with a smile.

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I didn't bother knocking on the locker room door since technically it was mine too.

"Oh joy its you." Daniels said darkly as I entered the room.

"Look I'm sorry okay. I didn't mean to lose you your title shot. Its not like I planned to over shot AJ and break my wrist, causing Mark and Homicide to come attack you and AJ."

"Your right, your not that smart." Daniels shot dryly.

"I probably deserved that. But the world isn't over. Its not like this was going to be your last title shot."

Daniels just scoffed at me.

"What do you want me to do Daniels. Get down on my knee's and beg for forgiveness?"

"You can get on your knee's but begging for forgiveness wont have anything to do with it." Daniels said with a cocky smirk, before he was pushed back into the lockers by a very angry looking Mark, who had just walked into the locker room.

"YOU SHUT YOUR GOD DAMN MOUTH!" Mark screamed, pushing him against the locker once more before kneeing him in the gut.

"If I ever, EVER hear you talk to her like that again, I will tear you apart, limb by limb!" Mark yelled, kicking him in the ribs for emphasis.

"Mark, he's not worth it." I said putting a hand on his shoulder trying to calm him down.

"Um, guys, Larry wants to see us in his office…" A very confused AJ Styles said from the doorway. He looked halfway between shocked and amused as Mark stood over Daniels who was still clutching his ribs, breathing heavily.

"Come on Mark.." I said taking his hand in mine and pulling him away, towards Larry's office.

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"Mr. Daniels, nice of you to join us." A very pissed off Larry Zbyszko said, as Daniels walked into his office about 5 minutes after we had got there.

"Sorry.. I fell." Daniels said quickly, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Well I am pretty sure you all know why you are here." Larry said, surveying the crowd that was now in his office which included, Me, Mark, AJ, Daniels, and Homicide.

"Mr. Briscoe, Homicide, that was quiet a stunt you pulled earlier. Normally you would be suspended without pay, but the writers saved both of your asses by coming up with a better storyline then had originally been planned. So as of right now, Ms. Lianto, you are being held hostage by LAX. Daniels, and AJ, you two are going to be teaming up to try and win her back at the pay-per-view this Sunday. Your shooting a promo together tonight, forming your partnership, LAX is going to come out, with Ms. Lianto of course, and get your tempers hot, without any physical confrontation."

"Okay." We all said in unison, pretty sure now was not a good time to fight with him over this.

"Now get out." He spat.

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"BRISCOE! HOMICIDE! GET YOUR ASSES OUT HERE NOW!" Daniels screamed into the mic as he paced the ring.

AJ's music began to blare through the arena, not loosening Daniels mood any.

"Look Daniels, I know we haven't been the greatest of friends, but what those two did last week isn't right. You don't put your hands on a woman. All due respect man, but you cant take Homicide and Briscoe on at the same time. So I'm here to help." AJ said, extending a hand to Daniels just as he got into the ring.

"Whatever." Daniels said gruffly before taking the handshake.

As he did, LAX's music began to blare through the speakers, as Mark dragged me out onto the stage by my good wrist, Homicide following closely behind.

"What Daniels? You afraid your girl might fall for a real man?" Mark said with a cocky smirk as he pulled me up next to him.

"You get your god damn hands off her." Daniels spat.

"Or what Daniels? You and golden boy gonna jump me? You gonna kick my ass Malibu style?" He said with a laugh, before he began running his hand over my face.

I had to try to act repulsed when really I just wanted to wrap him up in my arms.

"What Daniels? You don't like it when I touch your girl?" Mark asked, as Daniels looked ready to pounce on somebody.

"I swear to god I will rip your head off if you touch her again!" Daniels screamed.

"Oh really?" Mark asked, before grabbing my wrist again, and pulling me into him. I "tried" to fight him off, knowing what was coming. He lowered his head and kissed me passionately on the lips. I melted into his arms.

"Your selling this a little to much Hun." Mark said between kisses.

"Sorry." I mumbled back.

Mark finally pulled away and I slapped him hard across his face.

He looked down at me for a minute, before smirking and picking me up and carrying me off backstage. From behind us I heard Homicide telling AJ and Daniels we would see them Sunday.

"You okay babe?" I asked as Mark set me down and rubbed his cheek where you could still see the outline of my hand.

"Yah, just remind me not to piss you off anytime soon." He said with a laugh.

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I am a sick and twisted person. You will never guess what is coming. Or maybe you will. Or maybe you wont.

So school started, Web design is gay I want sports med, but other then that its been great. Mr. Brown (Math) is friggin awesome. Seriously his name is Cyrus!

And at the opening day assembly, the new teachers had a walk off (Yeah like in zoolander. It was pretty great) and he totally got into it. The rest of the teachers just kind of walked, but he was doing the sprinkler and crap. He even pulled off a Blue Steel! No joke. Lol.

And I like Mr. Limburger to. He is cool. I am like the only one in my class who doesn't think he is a pedophile. I understand him though. He has a short temper like me, so he does his best to stay calm, so he talks slowly and calmly. And he doesn't take any crap. Nice guy too.

PS. If you have Myspace, look up a band called Girls Division. They rock. Seriously they are my neighbors (well the lead singer is) and they are all sweethearts, and they are pretty good. Random I know lol, they are practicing I can hear them, made me think of it.

-PA6