A/N: It has been brought to my attention that Shane (McMahon) and Shane (OC Kayla's son) are getting mixed up. So from now on Shane (Kayla's son) will be called Luc (his middle name is Lucian.) I hope that clears everything up and thank you to all the reviewers, without you I would be lost.
"Mom, I can't find my shoes." Luc yelled.
"I can't find my jacket." Brandon said.
Kayla took a deep breath and walked over to the front closet.
"Your jacket and shoes are right here." She yelled.
The boys raced down the hall way and then came to a sudden halt in front of her. They put on their things and they left. Kayla dropped the boys off, and went to work.
"Hey guys." She called as she walked in the conference room.
Vince nodded at her and they all sat down and got to work. Her morning meetings with the writing staff were what she looked forward to most. She had great ideas and the people she worked with loved them.
"Okay that's it for our meeting today. See you all tomorrow." Vince said.
She got up and went down to where they were setting up the ring.
"Need help?" She asked.
"Kayla go on we got it, I told you, you shouldn't be doing this you have other things to do." Mike said.
Mike was an older guy who had been with the company for years.
"Chill Mike, I'm a big girl." She said as she started helping put on the apron.
They finished twenty minutes later,
"Told ya, you shouldn't have helped. Got yourself one hell of a scrape there girl." Mike said looking disapprovingly at a nasty scrape across her knuckles.
"Up to the trainer with ya, I won't be having your dad hand my ass to me, now scoot." He said shooing her up the ramp.
She rolled her eyes at him and went obediently to the trainer.
"What'd you do now?" Nick the trainer asked.
"I got a little scrape and Mike the mother hen sent me up here. Will you kiss it and make it better?" she said holding out her hand.
"Smart ass; come over to the sink so I can clean it up." He said laughing.
"This isn't a scrape, this is a gash." He said.
"Shit, you're going to need stitches." He said.
"What, it's not that bad." She said.
"No it's just gushing blood and almost cut clear to the bone." Nick said.
"Nick just clean it up and let me go." She said.
"You need stitches; you are going to get them now this might hurt a little." He said.
He washed it out, and then poured alcohol into the wound.
"Son of Bitch! That fucking hurt." She yelled.
Nick winced apologetically,
"Sorry you don't want an infection do you?" he asked.
"Bastard." She hissed.
He put some gauze on it then got everything ready.
"Don't look, I mean it." He ordered.
She concentrated on the wall. She felt him take off the gauze and wipe it with an alcohol pad then pull it together.
"Ouch!" she said.
"I didn't even start yet." He said.
"You pulled it together though." she said.
"Baby." He muttered.
"Ow what the hell don't I get something to numb it at least?" she said when he made the first stitch.
"Settle down you big baby." He said firmly holding her hand.
"It hurts how about I stick you with a needle?" I asked pouting.
"This cut had to have hurt more than these stitches. Now quit moving you'll ripe the stitch out." He said.
She looked again to the wall and swore with each puncture made by the needle. After ten minutes of swearing, yelling, and fighting; Nick managed to bandage her hand and scowl at her.
"All done." He said.
"It hurts." she mumbled.
"Here take this but get someone to drop you off at the hotel." He warned.
She took the tablet and the paper cup filled with water.
"I mean it Kayla you'd better not drive yourself." He warned.
She nodded and went to get back to work.
"Hey what happened to your hand?" Paul asked as he passed her in the hall.
"I got a bad scrape." she said.
"How?" he demanded.
"I was helping set up the ring." She said.
Paul just shook his head at her and walked away. She went to go ask Vince if he needed anything done. She found his office and knocked.
"Come in." He boomed.
"Hey Vince, need me to do anything?" she asked.
"What happened to your hand?" he asked.
"I got a little scrape." She said.
"How?" he demanded.
"I was helping set up the ring." She said.
"Why, you job isn't to help set up the ring. I told you I didn't want you doing that." He said.
"Sorry." She said.
"No there's nothing really unless you want to type up these notes." He said.
"Sure no problem." She said and took them.
"Here you can use my laptop." He said pushing it across the desk to her.
"Thanks." She said and opened a blank word processor document.
She quickly began typing up the scribbled notes.
"I'll be right back, you thirsty?" He asked.
"I could use water." She said.
"Okay be back in a couple minutes." He said and left.
She got about halfway through the notes when she started getting drowsy, she yawned loudly and shook her head.
"It's only noon." She mumbled to herself.
She looked around the room and seen a coffee pot in the corner. She got up and poured herself a cup and drank it. Then poured another and brought it with her back to the desk. She began typing again and felt her eyelids droop. She took another drink of the coffee and continued typing. Shane came walking into the office.
"Hey what are you doing?" he asked.
She stifled a yawn,
"Typing up some notes for your dad." She said.
"Tired?" Shane asked.
"A little." She said and covered her mouth while she yawned.
"What happened to your hand?" he asked.
"Here we go again." She mumbled.
"What?" he asked.
"It's just a little scrape." She said.
"Let me see it." He ordered.
"Shane you aren't my father." She said.
"Believe me I know that." He mumbled and grabbed her wrist.
He gently removed the bandage and looked down at her hand.
"Just a scrape my ass, there's ten stitches in your hand." He yelled.
"What's going on here?" Vince demanded as he walked in the door.
"Why are you making her type up your notes when she has stitches in her fucking hand?" Shane yelled.
"What are you talking about?" Vince said and grabbed my hand.
"When did this happen?" he asked.
"When I was helping set up the ring." She said.
"I told you I didn't want you doing that. I hired you on to work on the story lines, help with new talent, and photographs and magazines. Not to set up the ring and do grunt work." He said.
"I'm sorry, I just want to help." She said.
"I know but you could hurt yourself think about Luc and Brandon. I want you to go back to the hotel and rest. Your hand is swollen and red, go take some aspirin and then take a nap." Vince ordered.
"Okay just let me grab the boys…" she said.
"No, Mark has today off so he can take them, no arguments." He said.
"Uncle Vince…" she said.
"Go now." He said.
She sighed and got up and started walking to the door.
"Hey Vince I just wanted to let you know, I had to put ten stitches in Kayla's hand and I gave her a pain killer." Nick said poking his head in.
"Thanks Nick." Vince said and he left.
"A pain killer, you took a pain killer and wanted to get the boys and drive home?" Shane demanded.
"Shane they are my kids." She said.
"Do you know what a pain killer does, it makes you tired and disoriented. You can't drive when you have taken one" Shane yelled.
"Shane that's enough." Vince said.
"No it isn't, she works all day, takes care of two boys, gets little to no sleep and starts all over again. She doesn't know how to ask for help or take it when offered. I'm sick of it; I'm not going to let her do this to herself anymore." He said.
"SHANE!" Vince yelled.
"No I'm taking her home, she won't be coming in for a week. Tell Mark and Shawn." He said.
Vince simply stared at his son as he practically dragged a girl he considered his niece out the door.
"Shane let me go!" she yelled at him.
"No!" he said.
"Shane think about what you're doing. I can't leave the boys for a week; I can't take off work for a week." She said calmly.
"I have thought about this, and the boys will stay with Mark or Shawn, and I'm your boss you're getting a paid vacation." He said.
"Shane…" I said.
He whipped around and faced me. His eyes were light up with anger and his stubborn jaw was set and his brow furrowed.
"Shut up Kayla, you're going to do what I say. I'm sick of sitting back and watching you do this to yourself you deserve better. I plan on giving it to you, and I don't care if you don't want it." He said and turned around and started dragging her again.
They reached his limo and the driver scurried to open the door for them.
"Where to Mr. McMahon?" he asked.
"Airport." He said curtly.
The driver sped off and Shane got on his cell phone.
"Hi can I get to tickets to New York?" he asked.
Shane then led her into the airport and the company jet.
"Shane why are you doing this?" she asked an hour into the flight to break the silence. "I'm sick of you doing this to yourself." He said not even bothering to look up from his laptop.
She reached over and slammed it shut.
"Sick of me doing what to myself." She demanded.
"You take on to much, you never thinking about yourself, you hurting yourself." He said.
"I take on to much, well I have to, not thinking of myself, news flash Shane I have two sons, and hurting myself, it's a cut that's it." She yelled.
They were sitting across from each other, and Shane leaned over and captured her lips with his own. He pulled back a few seconds later. She stared at him in shock.
"I… I'm sorry." He stuttered then shook his head. She touched her lips with trembling finger tips and continued to stare at him. He sighed and opened his laptop and began typing furiously. She looked out the window nervously. They landed a few hours later and Shane stood up to grab their things. He held out a hand for her and she cautiously placed hers in his awaiting one. He led them out and into yet another limo. They didn't talk on the ride to Shane's house; they barely even looked at each other. They stopped and the driver opened the door. They got out and Shane led her into his house and shut the door.
"I said I was sorry, stop acting like this." He said.
Kayla looked up at him, and then quickly looked away. He grabbed her shoulders and gently shook her.
"I'm not going to hurt you look at me." He said.
She looked up at him.
"Shane I need to go back…the boys…." She said.
"They'll be fine, believe it or not, you are not the only one who worries about them, or cares for them." He said.
"I'm their mother." She said.
"They'll live." He shot back.
"I want to be with them." She said defiantly.
"Why?" He asked simply.
"Because I want to be with them." She said childishly.
"One week won't hurt any of you." He said.
"You can't keep me here." She said.
"Watch me." He responded and walked towards the stairs.
She let out a frustrated sigh and followed him.
"Why are you doing this?" she demanded when she found him in one of the bedrooms. "I care about you." He shouted back at her.
"I understand that but…" she began.
"No you so painfully obviously don't!" he said cutting her off.
"I understand that you care about me, I care about you too. Shane you're my best friend, like a brother." She said.
"I don't want to be your fucking brother!" He yelled.
She took a retreating step back and he moved towards her.
"I Love You." He said.
"I love you too, Shane." She said.
"No, Kayla I love you, not like a sister or friend, I love you." He said almost as if in pain.
She backed into the wall.
"What? Why?" she asked.
He shook his head,
"You just don't get it do you?" he asked.
"Why wouldn't I, you're beautiful, smart, loving, hard working, intelligent… I could go on for awhile here." He said.
"But the boys." She said.
"I don't care I love them too." He said.
"I… I … I can't." she said staring at him.
"Why?" He asked.
He was right in front of her, staring at her. He slowly leaned in giving her time to say no and then gently brushed his lips against hers, then pulled back. She stared up at him with wide eyes. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair.
"Okay you can sleep in the bedroom across the hall." He said.
"Shane…" she said.
"No it's okay." He muttered as he turned to walk away.
"Shane stop it, I just don't know what to think. It's all too much to sudden." She pleaded. He nodded and walked away. Kayla sat down on the massive bed and sighed and thought about how she always landed into awkward situations.