Title: Daddy Dearest 8/?

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Catelyn stared at him. He stared right back, an evil gleam in his eye.

"What did I ever do to you?" she asked.

He emitted a low growl in response, causing her to stick out her tongue.

"You're stuck with me until Shawn comes to get me so you might as well deal with it and quit giving me these nasty looks."

"You do realize what you're doing right?"

Catelyn lifted an eyebrow at Marty.

"You're arguing with my cat."

"He's glaring at me."

"He glares at everyone. You okay, you need anything?"

She shook her head, watching as his cat stood up and with a haughty flick of his tail, turned and walked out of the room.

"I think he's mad cause you took his bed. He already claimed the guest room as his."

"He can have it back when I leave. I'm only here until Monday morning."

Marty sat down across from her and stared hard at her. "But why are you here Catelyn? Why have you shown up after 21 years?"

She looked at him in surprise. "Has Shawn not told you anything?"

"He asked me about Elizabeth and if I still talked to her and if I knew anything about a kid. Particularly his kid."

"and you didn't know?"

"Not a clue. I met your mother a few times, we talked on the phone a lot and when I went up there with Shawn, I guess they kind of hit it off."

"Was my mother ever that nice?" She muttered.

Marty laughed. "Too me, she was. We got a long great, I told her how it is, and she cut the bitch act for me."

"And why did you guys quit talking?"

"I don't know, one day she just quit returning my calls. I finally gave up. I guess she was pissed she was pregnant."

Catelyn frowned. "Did you and mother ever.. I mean, could I possibly be your…" she trailed off uncertain how to ask.

"Nope. Oddly enough, we never did. Back then, I was all about that but your mom and I…Sides you look way too much like Shawn." He shook his head with a small laugh. "God I haven't thought about her in years. How is she?"

"Still a bitch."

"I wouldn't expect anything less from her. And why are you here now after all this time?"

"My Mother always told me she didn't know who my dad was, that I was just a drunken mistake. A couple days before I met Shawn, something happened and mother said she couldn't handle me and sent me to Shawn. I found out then she knew all along who he was and where he was."

"You're what, 21? You're an adult, she can't tell you what to do, or where to go."

"I was weeks out of college, moneyless, I lived with my mom. Plus I was curious. What would you have done? Now I'm kinda stuck with him till I have enough money."

Marty shook his head in amazement. "I don't doubt that you are who you say you are."

"But Shawn still does."

He shrugged. "Shawn's a good guy but he's changed a lot from those days. A lot of times he doesn't want to think of those days and you're a pretty big reminder of it."

"Yes, cause this has been a nice big picnic for me." She replied, the sarcasm dripping from her voice.

Marty shrugged, leaning back into the couch. "It isn't easy for the both of you. Now what's this I hear about you not even liking wrestling?"

She made a face but let him change the subject. "Well it's not that bad I guess. I mean Shawn seems pretty good, so does Matt." She couldn't help the smile that bloomed across her face. Marty didn't miss it.

"ah, someone has a thing for the older Hardy."

"You know him?" She asked in surprise.

"Wow, Shawn was serious when he said you really were clueless." He muttered.

"Hey." She protested.

Marty rolled his eyes, opening his mouth to speak more when his phone rang. "I gotta take this. You want anything to eat help yourself."

He left talking on his phone as his cat came in and resumed his glaring.

Catelyn stuck out her tongue at him.

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She opened her eyes, groaning at the noise filtering through the house. Looking at the clock she saw it was 3 15 am. What the hell was going on?

She yawned and sat up, lazily throwing her legs over the side of the bed and pulling herself up with another groan. She quietly walked out of her room and into the living room where the loud music was coming from.

"Whoa." She cried, her eyes widening before her face burned red.

Marty stopped and stood up from his crunch position, wearing only a pair of shorts. Not like she hadn't seen anyone work out before but she wasn't going to lie, he was HOT for his age and he was older than her father.

"It's friggin 3:30 in the morning, who works out at this time." She complained, avoiding all eye contact.

"I'm sorry," he said. "I'm a night owl. I just got in from my jog and I forgot that you were here. I'll turn the music down."

"How can you work out this late?"

"Simple." He replied, reaching across her to turn down the music. She averted her eyes, her face going red once more.

"Something wrong?" he asked.

She shook her head, avoiding any eye contact.

"Perhaps you should go back to bed." He said, and she could hear the smirk in his voice. "Sorry to have woken you."

She nodded, turning and practically running down the hall to her room. When she entered it, she stopped short, glaring down at the cat who was currently sprawled across her bed.

"Just friggin great." She muttered.

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She stretched her arms, letting out a big yawn as she rolled over, which turned into a small eep of surprise as she landed on the floor in a tangle of blankets and sheets. AS she tried to untangle herself, a knock sounded at her door moments before it opened.

"Everything okay?"

She muttered something unintelligible as Marty reached down to help her and pulled her to her feet right into his chest, his very naked muscled chest. Her face went bright red again as she put a hand against him to push away but he held her there and she finally looked to see he was laughing at her reaction. Her mouth dropped open in shock and she pushed him towards the door. He was teasing her and enjoying every minute of it.

"two can play at this game." She muttered.

"What?" He asked.

"I said can you leave so I can change?"

He did with a small chuckle and Catelyn turned to the bed, glaring at the cat who was taking up most of the room, making her fall in the first place.

"Not funny," she muttered, reaching into her suitcase and rummaging around until she found the skirt and tank top she was looking for. Moving across the hall into the bathroom, she quickly showered and changed, blow drying her hair out straight and adding a little make up to complete the outfit. With one last smirk on her face she left the bathroom, walking into the front room where Marty was currently on the computer.

"So what's the plan for today?" She asked, leaning against the door, her arms crossed under her chest.

"I have to do some things, but your welcome to come along, we can grab some dinner after or whatever if you like."

"Sounds like fun. When are we going?"

"In about 5 minutes."

"Sure, is this okay to wear or should I change?"

He finally turned around and when he did, his eyes almost bugged out of his head. She really was Elizabeth's and Shawn's daughter. While her hair and eyes and height were definitely Shawn, the rest of her features were her mother, right down to the identical smirk she had on her face as she stood before him in a tiny blue skirt, her legs looking as though they went on for miles, and a low cut tank top that showed just an inch or two of her stomach. Payback sure was a bitch. And he was getting his now. If it had been anyone else, some other girl….

Marty shook his head, turning back to the computer. "Wear whatever you'd like." He muttered.

"Something wrong?" She asked, feigning ignorance, moving to sit on the couch and crossing her long legs, flashing a little bit more thigh.

He saw it all out of the corner of his eyes, she knew he saw it all as he turned a little bit more away from her.

"nothing." He said, shutting down his computer. "you ready?" He got up and grabbed his keys, making sure to not look at her at as he left the house.

Catelyn grinned and followed after him, making sure he went down the ladder first. She heard him groan as he realized his predicament. He just couldn't look up, he would not look up. No way in hell would he look up. He was almost to the ground. Temptation would not get the better of him.

"Why'd ya stop?" he heard from above him.

"Cause I was thinking." He said, hopping down the last few rungs.

"What about?" She asked, stepping down, a big grin on her face.

He looked at her as realization dawned on him. "you did that on purpose."

She nodded her head. "Payback's a bitch, huh?"

He grinned at her, moving so quickly she didn't know what was going on until he had her back against the ladder, both her wrists in one hand. She stared up at him in shock.

"Let me go." She whispered.

"See, now if you were anyone else. That teasing would be dealt with."

She struggled against him but to no avail. "Please, let me go." She whispered, pushing back the panic she could feel rising to the surface. She couldn't quite explain it. But being trapped like this, him being so close it scared her and she didn't quite get it.

"Marty, I'm serious let me go."

"let me go." She screamed.

"I thought the drugs were supposed to make her shut up." The voice said from above her.

"Maybe they haven't kicked in?" Another voice replied, grabbing her hair and pulling her head back.

"Let me go." She cried again, throwing out a hand to hit them.

One of them easily caught it and held her wrist. "Dude just take your turn. She'll be out in a minute, look at how slow her reaction time is."

There was a malicious laugh and the tearing of fabric.

"Catelyn?"

She came back to the present, her eyes wide and filled with tears as she looked at Marty.

"What happened? Where were you just now?"

She took trembling breath after trembling breath, trying to gasp what she had just remembered. Was it all coming back to her now? Just mere weeks after it happened. Why couldn't she remember who it was? Why only that small part?

"Catelyn?" Marty tried again.

She yanked her wrist away and pushed him back, caught off balance he stumbled and went down giving her enough time to turn and scurry back up the ladder and into the house.

There was no way in hell she was going to break down in front of him.

He followed her and Marty didn't even bother knocking. He entered her room and charged right over to her where she was sitting in the corner, her knees pulled up to her chest, her hands hugging her legs close and her face buried in her lap.

"What the fuck was that?"

"Nothing, just go away." She mumbled.

"no, what was that? Did I do something to upset you? That wasn't my intent."

"It wasn't you, now leave."

Instead of leaving, he sat down next to her. "I'm not leaving."

"You have to." She mumbled into her legs.

"Why? Catelyn look at me. What's going on?"

She shook her head and he leaned over, unwrapping her arms and pushing her knees down so she had no choice but to look up. When she looked at him, her eyes red, her mascara running down her cheeks, he pulled her into a hug, She stiffened in his arms before exhaling loudly and slowly relaxing in his arms as her shoulders began to shake once more with tears.

"I don't remember it all…but she said it's all my fault." She cried against his shoulder.

"Who?" he asked.

"My mother. But I don't remember and then now…" She trailed off taking a deep shuddering breath.

"You can tell me Catelyn."

"No I can't, everyone will know, and I don't even know."

He pulled back and looked at her, his hand brushing her hair back. "Why are you really here Catelyn. What brought you running here?" When she didn't answer, he tried a different tactic. "Look no one will know but I need you to tell me what's going on."

"Not even Shawn?" She whispered, looking down.

He sighed but nodded. "I won't tell him. But it's obvious you need some help, just tell me what you can and we will take it from there."

She took a deep shuddering breath, trying to remember everything that had led up to that night. The night that was still a hazy memory, with no recollection of who did what or what really happened. She remembered who had initially invited her but had refrained from contacting them. What if it was them? She had no evidence. What if it wasn't them? Then they would know and god only knew what would happen then.

"I came home from college and I just started this new job. No one talked to me or anything, actually they were all quite rude but then a couple weeks in, a few of the guys said they were all getting together at this club, asked if I wanted to go, I said yes, thinking, I could finally show them I'm not all that bad. I went to the club, everyone seemed nice, the guys kept bringing me drinks and I kept drinking them."

She grew silent, wondering where to go from here, especially when she didn't even really know. For his part, Marty stayed silent, albeit his hands clenched, his jaw set, waiting for her to continue. She had a feeling he already knew where this was going.

"I've never been a heavy drinker and I swore I didn't drink that much. I don't know what happened there. I woke up in the hospital with the doctor telling me I had some date rape drug in my system and I had been raped."

Marty softly swore. "And what just happened now?"

"The doctor said there was a slim chance I might remember parts of what happened or that I may never regain my memory. I still couldn't see them, I just remembered me struggling and them saying to go ahead the drugs will kick in soon."

"And that's why you're here?"

"Mother blames me. The moment I was awake she went off on a tirade of how it was my fault. Asking how I could be so stupid."

She heard him mutter something about it sounding like the exact same Elizabeth. To her, he asked,

"You don't believe that crap do you?"

She shrugged and he sighed.

"Catelyn, it's not your fault. How were you to know that was the plan? How were you to know what would happen? Do you know if it was the guys who asked you there?"

She shrugged. "I don't know for sure."

"Have the police done anything?"

She sighed, playing with the hem of her shirt.

"Catelyn?" he pushed.

"I don't know." She cried. "I haven't done anything with the police because I don't know anything. When I first woke up I couldn't move, I couldn't talk, I had no idea where I was. They were all symptoms of the drug but the longest side effect is memory loss. I couldn't even remember why I had gone to the club in the first place."

"But it's all coming back. They'll help you now, you have to stop them."

"Stop who?" She asked clearly frustrated. "I don't know who. I don't know why, I don't know anything, and I'm okay with that. If I don't remember it won't bug me, it won't destroy me, I'll be fine, I'll be okay."

She said the last part, tears now running down her face again as she wrapped her arms around herself, rocking back and forth.

Marty didn't want to push it, didn't want to crack her already fragile exterior anymore then it already was right now. He wrapped an arm around her, pulling her close, wishing somehow, someway, he could make it all go away.

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