"Are you asking me if I am prejudice? A Racist?" Abigail asked the higher up general that was sitting across from her.

"I just need to ask the questions, Lt. Winters. This is mandatory."

These questions she had been asked were turning into an interrogation. That's what it was for Abigail as she sat through days of it. This wasn't the first time if she had been asked about her stance with the Taliban and the Iraqi people she had to live with for five years.

Abigail was put in a small room on the base. It had one small window that didn't offer any sort of view. Five years of the life she lived, this view was the best that she had seen in a long time. It was just right so that she could see the familiar blue Floridian sky dotted with puffy white clouds.

"Lt. Winters, I'm sorry that it's taken so long." She looked up at General Anderson after the pause in the conversation. "This has to be done the right way."

"I can only guess, sir." She responded.

"We still have some questions we need to go over with you before we can let you go."

She didn't want to answer any more questions. She was right to believe that all the questions were being asked two or three different ways. The government wanted to find the inconsistencies in her statements, to see if she had betrayed her country, even if she already did feel like she did with everything she had to do to stay alive.

"I have read the reports that the Iraqi government sent over regarding the rescue."

She sat down on the cot that she had been sleeping on. The bed was better than what she had been using, but the last few months was spent in a hospital bed in Germany was a better than a dirt floor, bugs and other things that proved to be life threatening and yet she had survived.

"Can we talk about the name you have been known to say?" General Anderson.

She didn't want to be she knew she had to answer and the fact that this was being held only with her superior and not going public.

At least that was temporary.

"Okay."

"Who is Karim?"

She sighed, glancing at the window. "Karim was the little boy that acted like a translator and my assistant. I didn't know anything else besides the fact that his father was a Taliban terrorist ranking kind of officer. I didn't know the father's name."

"What do you mean Karim was your assistant?"

"You know I was forced to create IED bombs for their efforts. If I didn't I would be dead. I needed someone to help me, just to get the amount of work done and they had Karim as my assistant to help with that."

The general wrote down what she was saying in a document.

"How long did you know him?"

"It was going on a few years. Two to three years tops."

The general tapped his knee with his thumb, tapping out a tempo only he knew. Even his foot was bouncing slightly.

"I see." He murmured before making a note of it in his papers.

She knew since the Snowden incident people would look at incidents like these with suspicion. Had she willingly helped the enemy or was she being forced into it? Things like this could easily be screwed up and turned into a circus. The last thing either governments wanted was a dispute between them to cause another war.

Shaking her head, of the what ifs that were floating about in her head. Abigail reached down to rub her pulsing knee.

"You guys are scared of a security breach, I get that, sir. I've only told Dr. Stein not a lot of what had happened, not all but some. It's not really helped either. He says I have PTSD and things can trigger an episode."

"We've taken that into consideration." The general sighed and then shook his head. "I would like to let you know that the president has made it clear that he wants to talk to you tomorrow."

"Do I have to fly?" She almost regretted sounding like a child but she had enough flying to last a life time.

"No, he's coming here."

Great, that's more questions, she thought.

She had already been asked by more men about secret details from her time of being held hostage. She alluded to the beatings, really not wanting to give every gruesome detail of what she had to go through. It still hurt, even almost two months since getting rescued.

"Lt. Winters," Gen. Anderson said bringing her out of her thoughts. "Is something wrong?"

"I want my family." She said.

"I know, just hold on in there for the next couple of days.

Then the general left. Finally alone, Abigail went through her bags and found what she was looking for- her pill bottle. The pain went up and down her left leg, even her foot hurt. If she still had a foot. Phantom pains were the most annoying pain that she could have. But where the explosion had taken off her foot was the most painful, even with all the surgery.

With muscular damage, she needed physical therapy. Her time in the army kept shortening and shortening. She would be out and then have nothing.

She took her pills and sat on the cot looking at her pill bottle.

Her parents hadn't contacted her and Abigail was worried. She did everything in her power to to the right things and then BANG nothing. It hurt that they were ignoring her, like they were embarrassed with Abigail.

All Abigail knew was that she was on her own for the next could of days.

Stu walked into the Atlanta, Georgia arena where Monday Night Raw was being held. Tori was animatedly talking about gossip from the diva's locker room, stuff like that she was good about talking. Of course he wasn't really listening, his head was in the tag match against Neville and Dolph Ziggler with Sheamus that night. Not on.y that, Stu wanted to ask Larry how Abigail was doing.

"Stu, are you listening?" Tori asked, grabbing his forearm.

"I have a big match tonight, Tori. I have to find Stephen, Ben and Dolph first. There's lot's to do before tonight's match."

He kissed her and said the magic words of I Love You and walked away. Stu didn't want to say the real words of You're Suffocating Me. There hardly been a time to Tori had left his side since Abigail came back, which made it hard for Stu to check up on Larry's cousin.

Nearing the men's locker room Stu saw Larry's two girls with Larry and Taylor. Cadyn looked sad, probably because Abigail wasn't there.

Caydn looked up as Stu near them. Her somber expression instantly brightened. Stu smiled, liking the little girl, but it's what she and her younger sister said next.

"Cousin Abby!" Cadyn yelled running towards him.

Stu stepped out of the way for the girls as they ran by him. Then he saw her, the soldier of the day. It was Abigail Winters. She limped with a cane but she wore her military BDU pants and a simple white cotton shirt. Her dog tags resting outside of her shirt, moving with every motion she had to make. The best thing about seeing her was the smile she was putting on for both of the girls as they wrapped their hands around her waist. Then she started falling.

He took a step towards Abigail, and grabbed her elbow, preventing her from falling. She weighed nothing it seemed like.

"Girls, please be easy with your cousin. She's hurt, remember!" Larry called out as he jogged towards them.

Abigail simply shook Stu off her arm. "I'm used to it, Larry." She said while glancing at Stu.

"Thanks for catching her for me, man." Larry then looked at him as well.

"My pleasure, Larry. Have fun tonight, Abigail." He gave her a salute with his index finger and went along his way.

Stu turned his head and found Abigail watching him. The moment she saw him look at her she turned her attention back to her small family.

He smiled again and went along with his task at hand.

"She's here." Stu said upon entering the men's locker room. "Sister Abigail is here, so you better get to say hi before she disappears."

John Cena was out of there in an instant. A few others filed out after him, which weren't a lot.

Stephen was talking to Benjamin Satterly- AKA Neville. There was cliques in the WWE. The Europeans tended to get with each other when they could, even if they were faces and heels on television, it didn't mean they couldn't be civil behind the scenes. So even though they were enemies in the ring Ben, Stephen and Stu were locker room friends.

"Sister Abigail? Larry's cousin, the name sake of his finishing move?" Ben asked.

"Yeah, she showed up to surprise Larry's girls." Stu dropped his wheelie suitcase next to Stephen's. "Nearly knocked her down."

"You caught her though, right?" Ben asked.

"Pretty much, yeah." Stu smiled back.

"How she look?" Stephen asked.

"In pain, she's putting on a brave face for her cousins.

"The lass has had it hard. I wonder if she's getting help for the troubles."

"Troubles?" Ben asked.

"It no picnic being a POW, I would think." Stu said, knowing with Stephen was talking about. "I don't know if she is getting any help or not."

A person could only take so much before they broke. Stu was amazed she hadn't broke yet, or had she? No one could be sure about anything at that moment but it wasn't his job to figure it out.

"Hey, Steve, Mack wants to talk to you about the design of your new shirt." The superstar known as Dolph Ziggler said walking up to the three friends.

A light rose color crept into Stephen's cheeks as he stood up.

Maybe he would get the gall to finally ask Mack out, Stu thought as the larger superstar left.

I really and truly enjoy this story. I hope you guys did too.