Title: Daddy Dearest 16/?

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"Matt."

The elder Hardy stiffened before turning around to face Shawn.

"Have you spoken with Catelyn?"

Matt's nostrils flared. "No, why would I have spoken to her. And if you've come here to plead her case, forget it. She lied to me."

"No, I came to see if you've heard from her, she's missing."

A look of worry flashed behind Matt's eyes before the anger took over again.

"Why don't you try asking Edge, they seemed quite chummy when leaving together last week."

"I think there's more going on than either of us know." Shawn quietly said.

Matt shook his head. "I know what I saw, Shawn, so just give it up."

He left and Shawn went in search for Edge, catching the younger man as he was leaving his locker room. Calling out to him, Edge turned, anger flaring up on his face.

"What do you want?" Edge asked.

Shawn was well aware that there were no lost feelings between them, but the animosity seemed to have grown, furthering Shawn's thinking that there was more going on than any of them knew.

"I'm looking for Catelyn."

"And you think I know where she is because…."

"Matt saw you two leaving last week?"

Edge softly swore, knowing that Hardy would think the worst at seeing them leave together, especially if he already suspected something was going on.

"Yeah, so I left with her."

"Where did you take her?" Shawn pressed.

"Back to the hotel."

"And then?"

"Why do you care?"

"She's my daughter." Shawn softly said. "I care and I just want her back safely."

"Then why did you let her go in the first place?" Edge asked, the hostility plain on his face.

"I didn't let her go. She left. I tried to find her but she was gone. Where is she?" He asked, his voice rising.

Edge shrugged. "I don't know, she didn't tell me. I dropped her off at the airport and she left."

"You didn't think to find out where she was going?"

Edge knew, had pretty much figured it out on his own. He just didn't believe that Shawn or anyone else was privy to that information, not unless Catelyn told them herself.

"No, She's a big girl. It's her decision. When she wants to talk I'm sure she'll call. Maybe by then you and Hardy would have pulled your heads out of your asses and listen to the poor girl."

He went to leave but Shawn grabbed his arm and pulled him back.

"Let me go." The younger man growled.

"You know what happened to her, don't you?" Shawn asked, staring into his eyes.

Edge pulled his arm away. "Maybe I do, and maybe I don't, but if I did know, it's because I chose not to be an asshole and actually listen to the girl."

He walked away, leaving Shawn staring after him.

… … …

Marty walked into the room to see Catelyn still in bed, not that it was much of a surprise to him, that's where she had been the past week, her head buried under the covers, this time though, his cat sat on top of her, purring as he slept.

"Catelyn, are you awake?"

There was silence and Marty sighed, figuring this was enough. He had let her be for a week and it was time for her to live again. She had to before she made herself sick and inadvertently hurt the baby.

"Out." He motioned the cat who glared at him before standing and slowly stretching out. With a haughty flick of his tail he jumped down and left the room. Marty sat on the edge of the bed, pulling the covers back and shaking his head at how sad and alone Catelyn looked.

"You can't go on like this."

He watched her but she still didn't acknowledge him, instead staring at the wall.

"You have a baby to think about. Being like this is not helping either of you."

"What's the point?" She brokenly asked.

"Why would you even say that?"

"I have nothing left. Shawn, Matt, they all hate me. And now I'm- I have- cause they- how am I supposed to have a baby that belongs to someone who- who did that to me?"

He brushed her hair back from her face and she lifted her eyes to meet his. "Don't you see why I don't care anymore Marty. Maybe if something happens to it now, I won't have to feel bad for what I have to do later."

"What do you have to do?" He quietly asked.

"There's no way I can go through with this. No way I can bring a baby into this world. Not conceived like that. It's not fair to the baby."

"You can try adoption."

"And still find out who knows how long down the road why his mother didn't want him. That he was the result of a date rape?"

"Maybe the child will never find out."

"And to be conceived on a drug like that? Do you even know what it did to me?" Catelyn asked, a note of hysteria in her voice. "I've suffered amnesia from it, I woke up without my basic motor skills, I didn't know how to talk, or even move my head, and it was horrible. How is the baby going to be? Deformed? It's not right."

"But can you really go through with that?" Marty asked. "this is something you really have to think about, Catelyn because it's going to be you who has to live with the decision for the rest of your life. It's going to be you who has to deal with the consequences."

She began to cry again and Marty pulled her to him.

"I don't know what to do." She whispered brokenly.

"Either way, you have to start living again; you can't go on like this."

She sighed, but finally nodded. "Just give me some time okay?"

He pulled away. "WWE is going to be swinging right through here tomorrow. I told some of the guys I would come by and see them, you should think about going with me and talking to your father."

She shook her head. "I can't, not yet."

He sighed as he stood up. "at least think about it okay?"

She nodded as he left the room and Catelyn rolled over, grabbing her phone from under her pillow and calling one of the contacts.

"Finally." He said when he answered. "You haven't returned any of my calls, I was worried sick."

"I need your help." She whispered.

He was silent for a few moments before he let out a soft sigh. "What do you need?"

"Meet me tomorrow, okay?"

"What for?"

"I'll explain later. Please? Marty will be going to Raw so please come get me, I can't drive."

Another sigh but he finally agreed and took down the address, promising to pick her up tomorrow. Catelyn hung up the phone and rolled onto her back, staring up at the ceiling.

She knew what she had to do.

There was no other choice.

But could she go through with it?

… … …

Catelyn waited for Marty to leave before calling Edge and telling him to come get her. She was waiting out front when he pulled up and when she got into the car, he leaned across the seat pulling her into a hug. She turned her face into the crook of his neck and breathed deeply, trying her best to maintain her composure. She couldn't stop the few stray tears that managed to escape and when he pulled away to look at her, he wiped them away.

"Where did you want to go Catey?"

Oddly enough, she didn't correct him, instead giving him the address. He didn't say a word the whole ride there but as soon as he found the place she was looking for. He slammed on the brakes.

"I didn't think you were this stupid."

She scowled at him, before turning to face the window. "I don't have a choice."

"Bullshit." He exploded. "You always have a choice. Everyone has a choice."

"Then I'm making the best choice." She yelled back at him. "I'm making the best choice for everyone involved."

"Except for the one person who really matters in this." He reminded her pointing to her stomach.

"Please." She whispered. "Don't say that."

"Why, is thinking of it as a living human being making this harder?" Edge snidely asked.

She covered her face with her hands. "It cannot get any harder than it already is."

"Then why are you doing it?" He asked, his tone kinder.

"Edge how would you feel having to raise a child who was conceived by rapists? The baby will not be born without birth defects. I was drugged. I know what it did to me. Is it right to bring a child like that into this world?"

He sighed and she leaned across to give him a hug. "please, Edge, it's what I have to do."

He finally released her. "You always have a choice Little One, but it's whether you can live with that choice or not that's the problem. Do you want me to come in with you?"

She shook her head. "you'll miss Raw. I'll get back to Marty's don't worry. I'll call you when I can."

He watched her walk away, his fingers tightening on the steering wheel as his inner turmoil played out. Finally, making up his mind, he started up his car, turning in the direction of the arena.

… … …

"I need to talk to you."

No hello. No hey, what's up. Just an 'I need to talk to you.' Shawn had a feeling he was going to get an earful on the missing Catelyn. She was still gone and he was still freaking out. Should he actually file a Missing persons report? She wasn't kidnapped, just in hiding, would that count?

Wait, outside of a select few, no one even knew Catelyn was missing, he hadn't gotten a chance to call Marty about it yet, so maybe this was something completely unrelated.. unless…

"Do you know where she is?"

"Who?" Marty asked.

Shawn rolled his eyes. "Catelyn."

"You never told me she was missing."

Shawn looked hard at him before nodding. "but you already knew, huh?"

Marty shrugged. "She thinks you hate her."

Shawn adamantly shook her head. "She never gave me a chance. She left before I could say anything. Is she at your place?"

Marty nodded.

"you know everything that's going on?"

Another nod.

"Can you tell me?"

Marty began to look uncomfortable. "You need to talk to her about this."

"Is she okay?"

"I-I don't know man. She's taking this pretty hard."

"I need to talk to her." Shawn said. "we have a couple hours before Raw."

Marty grinned. "I was hoping you'd say that, let's go."

Shawn followed Marty out of the arena, just as Edge was coming in.

"You need to come with me now." Edge told him.

Shawn shook his head. "I'm going to Catelyn, she needs me."

"I know, so I need you to come with me now."

"She's at my place." Marty said.

Edge sighed. "not anymore."

"Where is she?" Shawn asked. "Did she run again?"

"No fucking way." Marty interjected. "Did she- is she-?"

Edge looked briefly at him before looking away with a nod.

"Fuck."

It began to dawn on Shawn, his last conversation with her playing through in his mind. Her declaration that she might get it aborted.

He wasn't even aware of what happened next. He didn't even realize he had grabbed Edge and swung him around, holding him up against the wall by his shirt.

"Where the fuck did you take her?" He growled.

"I had no idea that's where she wanted to go. She said she couldn't live like that knowing how it was-"

"Edge." Marty barked, cutting off any further explanations.

Shawn let Edge go as he looked between the two men. "You both know what's going on and I think it's time someone told me."

Edge and Marty looked at each other, the latter giving a small nod before the former sighed, continuing with his explanation

"Look man, this isn't easy to say, but she was- Catelyn was raped."

There was silence as Shawn took it in and for the second time in as many minutes, Edge found himself pinned up against the wall, this time by a very pissed off Hardy, who had just entered the arena.

"What the fuck did you do to her?" Matt snarled.

"Matt, it wasn't him." Marty said, placing a hand on the elder Hardy. "He only tried to help Catelyn."

"When?" Shawn choked out.

"Before she came here. It's why-"

"She was sent here." Shawn finished. "So her mother sent her here because of that and she's now carrying the baby of some asshole that raped her?"

"2 actually." Edge muttered.

Shawn shot him a nasty glare as Matt dropped him, letting out a string of swear words that normally would have Shawn wincing but he was too upset to care, feeling the exact same as the younger man.

"I need to get to her." Matt said when he finally calmed down. "You have to take me to her." He told Edge.

"You know, this all could've been avoidable if you had just listened to the girl." Edge pointed out.

"Now's not the time." Shawn snapped, glaring at him again.

Edge rolled his eyes but motioned for the other men to follow, hoping they would make it in time.

… … …

Pain.

White, hot, flashing pain.

It ripped through her.

It tore her apart.

Distantly she heard voices, telling her to hang on, yelling at other people.

She was being moved but all she could feel was the pain.

Someone called her name but she couldn't respond.

Something was being strapped onto her, as someone told her what they were doing but she couldn't focus, couldn't comprehend.

White hot pain.

And it was building.

She began to scream.

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