Chapter 12

"Whoa honey." Steve caught Grace before she could plow into him, laughing until he seen the tears in her eyes and the distress on her face, concern instantly on his. "What's happened? What's wrong?" He asked softly, guiding her out of the middle of the hallway.

She couldn't bring herself to say it as Grace buried her face in Steve's chest, hearing him growling something about the Undertaker, and shook her head frantically. "D-Don't hurt him..." Her voice was pleading, causing Steve's eyebrow to slowly raise, more tears falling down her already scorched cheeks. "H-He's my brother..." She whispered, seeing the disgust in his blue eyes and broke away from him before running away, not able to see that right now. She couldn't bear to see the revulsion in those beautiful blue eyes that once looked at her like she was a goddess. She needed to get out of here, she needed to go back to the hotel and try to figure out how she was going to tell her sisters.

"Grace, wait!" Steve yelled after her, sighing when she didn't even look back and rubbed his head. He hadn't meant for whatever expression she seen to shine through, but honestly...Her brother? And he had...Steve needed to go throw up that last beer he had. How sick was Paul for not telling his kids the truth before...He barely made it.

Grace shut her cell phone off and tossed it in her bag, refusing to talk to her father, Steve, anyone. She didn't want to see anybody, too heartbroken over what she'd found out. It was no wonder Grace felt such a strong connection with both Undertaker and Kane, they were her blood. That just made her cries harder. Grace curled up in a tight ball, wearing a pale blue nightgown, having taken a shower to try to wash away all of her pain only to find it didn't work. How could her father keep something THAT vital away from her, away from their family? Her sisters had two brothers out there they never even knew.

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'Taker had returned to his own hotel room, telling the officials to shove the match up their asses, not in the mood for anything, but a bottle tonight. He wasted no time in opening a fifth of whiskey and took a long swallow, wiping his mouth off with the back of his hand when he finished, groaning. His sister...he was about to...He gagged, feeling her body melting against his, his hands...He stared down at his hands before going to the bathroom, needing to wash them until they bled and maybe even past that.

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The following night, Grace walked inside the arena with her usual blue jeans and a deep red tank top, black shades over her red rimmed eyes, hair down. She barely got any sleep and wasn't in the mood for any joking tonight, not even from Larry. Finding out Undertaker and Kane were her brothers...Grace felt the tears sting her eyes as she blinked them back, needing to focus on her job. She walked in, sliding the shades from her eyes, and immediately snapped a pair of gloves on, not even greeting Larry like normal. She just wasn't in the mood for anything except blood and injuries.

Larry definitely noticed the change in his assistant, but didn't say a word, figuring she had had a rough night. Maybe from finding out Paul had another kid. Yeah, that had to be hard on the poor girl. Shaking his head, he returned to his work.

"Grace?" Steve asked hesitantly from behind her.

Her eyes closed when she heard his deep voice behind her, slowly turning around to face him, staring into his blue eyes and felt the tears well up in her own. "What is it, Steve?" She asked quietly, having just finished stitching up Sable, who got cracked in the head by Jacqueline, drying her hands off with a towel.

Steve had rehearsed everything he was going to say. He had practiced in front of a mirror all morning. He was going to tell her it wasn't her fault and he wasn't disgusted with her, he didn't hold her accountable for anything that her brother had done to her. Hell, he was even going to tell her 'Taker wasn't at fault either when it came to the not knowing bit. But when he looked down at her, he couldn't say any of that. All he could do was pull her into his arms.

Grace wrapped her arms around his neck, feeling him sigh with relief, and closed her eyes as she inhaled his scent, letting out a shaky sigh of her own. "I'm sorry." She whispered, knowing she shouldn't have run away from him, but she was in so much shock and hurt that she had to get away. Grace could only cry harder, shaking her head back and forth, feeling him hold her tighter against him and wasn't surprised when he lifted her princess style in his arms, telling Larry she was taking a break. Larry didn't mind and Grace was thankful for that.

Larry didn't mind because if he had to deal with a weepy doctor for the rest of the night he would have to give himself a pain killer, not happening.

Steve carried her to his dressing room, sitting down on the couch with Grace on his lap. He wasn't going to ask anything or say a word; she would talk to him when she was ready too.

An hour later, she slowly pulled back and stared up at him, sniffling as she took the tissue he handed her, having it handy. Her voice was gruff and hoarse from how much crying she'd done in the last twenty four hours. "I was treating Kane..." She felt tears slide down her cheeks at the memory. "And Mick Foley was going on about how my father brought Kane into the company as his son...and Undertaker is his brother…" She trailed off, wiping more tears away, sniffling harder. "So I went to confront my father about it in the Ministry's locker room and...and...found out...that Undertaker is my brother...along with Kane..." She started crying again, her entire body shuddering. "My...brother sexually assaulted me..."

This wasn't anything Steve hadn't pieced together already and he honestly didn't want to hear it again. It wasn't easy repressing shudders at the thought of the Undertaker raping his own sister, but somehow he managed. "I'm here for you, Grace." He whispered, not about to tell her everything would be alright when it obviously wouldn't be.

"No..." She whispered, sliding from his lap, and felt him grab her arm, turning her around to face him. "Steve, just say goodbye. Please." She didn't want to do this, but she also knew how much Steve hated Undertaker and it would eventually drive a wedge between them. Family was everything to Grace, no matter what happened, blood was thicker than water. "You don't have to be there for Undertaker's...sister. I'll be fine." Tears flowed down her cheeks when he grabbed her again, pressing her chest to his, staring into those blue eyes. "Steve please..." She whispered painfully.

"Fuck the Undertaker. This ain't about him and me, its about me and you, Grace. About us." He said softly, wiping away her tears with one finger, sighing when more fell, his blue eyes mirroring her sadness. "Don't say goodbye to me, honey. Not over something that can be fixed. If ya want, I'll stay away from him, no more fighting."

"I don't want to say goodbye..." She replied tearfully, those blue eyes melting her again, and knew she couldn't fight him off. He had been nothing short of sweet to her since she arrived in the WWF, not to mention Grace knew she was falling for him. She felt his arm wrap around her waist, pulling her closer to him, and gripped his strong arms as their foreheads pressed together. She was staying, not having the strength to push him out of her life. "You're right, he has nothing to do with this and I'm not giving up my happiness because of the feud. I want to be with you Steve." She smiled for the first time in over twenty four hours and wiped more of her tears way before wrapping her arms around his neck, needing his strength and comfort at the moment.

Steve rubbed Grace's back soothingly, rocking her back and forth on his lap. "How bout you take a night off?" He suggested softly, wondering if she was even in the condition to work. Hell, he could always use another day off, why not now?

Grace wanted to do that more than anything and nodded. "Stay with me tonight." She whispered in his ear, slowly pulling back as their eyes locked, and moaned softly as his lips caressed hers. She slowly pulled back, trembling slightly, and smiled before running the pad of her thumb over his lips. "I have to go ask Larry first." She murmured, feeling him release her and guided her out of his dressing room, refusing to leave her alone. For once, Grace didn't mind, wanting Steve to be as close to her as possible, knowing he was the one who was going to get her through this without having a breakdown.

"No can do, Grace." Larry said apologetically when she asked for the night off, trying to hold Ivory and Terri apart. "We have a PPV coming up and things always get seriously screwed- IVORY PUT DOWN THE DAMN NEEDLE!"

Sighing, Steve grabbed her hand before she could swing. "Knock it off, Lisa. Now let Larry see what's wrong with you then get the hell out already."

"That's fine Larry." Grace had her game face on, promising Steve to catch up with him after the show, and proceeded to pull Terri over to sit in her chair. She slid the needle into Terri's cheek, rolling her eyes when the woman whimpered, and began stitching the gashed wound up, putting all of her focus and energy into it while Larry worked on Ivory.

"Please, keep the stitches small." Terri pleaded, whimpering as she watched out of the corner of her eye. "Ivory, you bitch."

"Next time you want hardcore, be prepared to get it."

"How was I supposed to know you were going to use a nail file on me? Did you clean it? I don't want an infection from somebody's nasty toes."

"I've already put peroxide and solution in the cut to where it prevents infection. So even if it WAS now it's not. Now please hold still." She smiled when Terri complied, finishing up the job, and put a small white bandage over the wound. "Rinse out with hot water and soap every four hours, change the bandage every two if the bleeding continues." She stated, ushering Terri out the door with Ivory following suit. She could only hope the women didn't start fighting and cleaned up her area.

Larry started to say something, but there was a loud scream from the hallway. "What the-"

"Larry, get your team together and get out to the ring, Kane and 'Taker have jumped script again."

"What?"

"On Paul."

Grace heard that and immediately bolted out the door, her heart pounding against her chest, not even waiting for Larry. Tears spilled down her cheeks, seeing her father in the ring, the blood spurting out of the cut in his head and slid beneath the bottom rope. "Daddy!" She whispered frantically, pressing her hand to the deep gash, and looked up at her...brothers. It was hard getting past that, getting past what her father had kept from her, but he was still family damn it! "Larry, he needs a hospital!" She watched him nod solemnly, the EMT's already rushing to ringside. There was blood everywhere and it made Grace sick to her stomach.

The Undertaker and Kane were being restrained, Kane now trying to get to 'Taker and vice versa.

Kane had paired with his brother long enough to destroy their lying father, now it was back to business.

"We need security and a stretcher!" Larry was shouting towards the back, gesturing for help.

Grace stood up and backed away just as Undertaker got loose along with Kane both of them going after each other and she ended up getting sandwiched between them. Grace groaned and dropped like a sack of potatoes, curling up in a tight ball as the pain wracked her body.

"Damn it, Larry, Grace is down!" One of the EMT's shouted, wondering where was all the damn security, his eyes widening when he saw Undertaker scoop down and lift her up in his arms. "Uhh..."

Grace got a glimpse of who had her before passing out, in too much pain to stay awake. She'd just been sandwiched, literally, by two raging three hundred plus pound bulls and she only weighed one hundred and twenty five pounds.

'Taker could hear Kane's heavy breathing behind him, sighed and spun around to plant a boot in Kane's gut, never even so much as jarring Grace. He watched as Kane toppled backwards, turning and continued his way up the ramp, ignoring the security who was now trying to stop him from taking her as well as restrain Kane.

"Shit, what do we do Larry?"

"Focus on getting her father to the hospital. That man is her...brother. He won't do anything, I don't think."

"Are you insane, man? He's the UNDERTAKER. What makes you think he won't just cause she's his sister?"

Larry frowned worriedly and hoped Grace was alright just as Kane got up, stalking up the ramp after his brother.

'Taker passed Grace over to Mideon. "Get her to my hotel room." He ordered, whirling around in time to catch Kane coming for him. He smirked as Bradshaw and Farooq fell in place behind him. "I don't want to hurt you Kane." He cautioned, he had other things to do, such as make sure Grace wasn't seeing yellow birds and shooting stars from being squashed.

Kane's eyes narrowed in on the woman in Mideon's arms, snarling, and brought his hand up with the voice box. "Let her go." He had heard from 'Taker about Grace being their sister and didn't know just how sick his brother could be.

Mideon was already around the corner and gone with Grace, heading out of the arena, and slid inside the car before driving her to the hotel as instructed by his master.

"Why? Afraid for little Gracie?" 'Taker taunted, smirking as Kane tensed. Of course Kane was scared, 'Taker had tried his best to kill him over and over, why not her? Or worse. He snorted, mentally rolling his eyes. "She'll be in GOOD hands, brother. Handle him, Acolytes." He let them step forward as he headed out to follow Mideon. Honestly, was he THAT bad?