Chapter 6

So she did care about him and wanted what he did, how very enticing. "No strings attached…" He echoed thoughtfully, massaging her sides with his nimble fingers and let her hold his face in her soft hands, enjoying the feeling. "Will you be able to handle that stipulation?"

"If I didn't, I wouldn't have offered it." She remarked, sliding her hands from his face down his shoulders and arms, resting them on his forearms. "Do you want some time to think about this, mull it over? I won't be mad if you do." Becoming his possession was a delicious thought and Geneva suddenly wanted him to take her in every single way possible.

"And what of Foley? We are still feuding and I am not sure how much longer it will go on." He had to make sure all the bases were covered, wondering if this precious morsel would keep their relations secret from his colleague. "I also do not want problems between Foley and I if we decide to do this."

Geneva hadn't considered that, not sure how Uncle Mick would react if he knew what she was planning on doing with Undertaker. "I'm 28 years old, fresh out of medical school and have lived my own life since I was 17." That's the age she graduated high school and took two years off before entering medical school. "I honestly don't know what he'd think of us…"

"Would you rather we keep this secret then?" Taker demanded, his green eyes practically glowing in the darkness of the room. "I would not have a problem with that."

"You wouldn't?" Geneva blinked, not expecting to hear that and felt him squeeze her side gently.

"No, but I will do whatever you wish. We can tell him if you want or we can keep it secret." His nose ran across hers to her lips and cheek, sensual mouth arriving at her ear. "What do you want, Neva?"

"You." She breathed out instantly with no hesitation and closed her eyes as he began kissing the spot just below her ear, sending volts of electricity throughout her body. "Secret or not, I want you."

Grunting his approval, hearing what he wanted to finally, Taker pulled back and released her abruptly, grabbing something from the nearby table. "Turn over your hand." He commanded, watching as she did and jotted down his room number, knowing Foley would be staying in the same place as him. "If you truly mean everything we have discussed, show up tonight and I will possess you in every way I can think of, Neva."

Her cloudy mind managed to understand that as Geneva nodded, knowing what Undertaker wrote on her hand and felt him take her upper arm, tossing the door open. "I'll be there." She promised, looking back at him now that some light flooded the room, his dark auburn hair hiding most of his face. "What time?"

"Foley is going to suggest you share a room with him and the family, so whenever he falls into a slumber. I will be up." He assured her, running a single finger down her cheek and hoped they could keep this bottled up from everyone. "Now go. He will be wondering where you are. If you wish to tell him, we can discuss it after tonight." All he wanted to do was spend the night claiming her mind, body, heart and soul in all the ways he knew how.

"See you then." She whispered, reluctantly pulling away and felt the door close behind her, heading back to her Uncle's dressing room.

Geneva looked down at her right hand and saw the number 2823 scrawled on it, searing that in her memory. It was truly the sweetest number because it linked to the man she wanted to spend the next two weeks with. Uncle Mick was fine and all, Geneva loved him deeply, but she was a woman with sexual needs that only Undertaker could fulfill.

Then a thought crossed her mind, one that actually made Geneva frown as worry filled her body. What if he thought she was a slut? She was the one who suggested the no strings attached stipulation and he merely agreed with it. What if that's not what he wanted? There were so many what if's rolling around her mind that Geneva silence them all by pushing them in the far recesses into a locked box. She wanted Undertaker and he wanted her, that's all Geneva had to focus on at the moment.

Yawning, Geneva stepped inside her Uncle's dressing room and saw Colette and the kids were gone, her Uncle nowhere to be found. Something told her he had taken them to ringside for the segment with Noelle, which Geneva was grateful for. She needed some time alone to mull over her conversation with Undertaker and could feel the burning sensation on her neck where he'd kissed her, touching the spot. Come hell or high water, Geneva wouldn't disappoint Undertaker and wished the show was over with already, wanting to be with him.

An hour later, Geneva stirred when she heard tapping at Uncle Mick's dressing room door, wondering who it was. She remembered the warning from her Uncle, but didn't want to ignore the visitor in case it was important. Somehow, Geneva wasn't surprised to find Larry staring back at her, looking a little worried.

"So the rumors were true." Larry commented, standing there with folded arms over his chest. "You're on the road with Mick for two weeks."

Geneva smiled, nodding. "He begged me and I have time off, so I figured it couldn't hurt to spend more time with him." That was partially the truth, though Larry didn't need to know all the details. "Why what's up?"

Larry sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "Well, I overheard Mick talking about you being on the road and the other physician, Wayne, had to rush home for a family emergency. Think you could give me a hand again like you did last night?" He was very impressed with how she handled the Undertaker and knew anyone could be putty in her hands. Not to mention he was in a tight spot with Wayne gone.

Blinking, Geneva didn't expect this offer and could tell Larry was distressed. "I'll help you on one condition." She finally said, leaning in the doorway.

"Name it and you got it."

"I don't want you tossing me money out of your own pocket because I'm not working for you. I want the company to pay me for my time." She still felt horrible for taking the money from Larry, contemplating giving it back to him. "And I don't want special treatment just because I'm Mick Foley's niece."

Larry admired this young woman for speaking her mind and saying exactly what she wanted. Most women would use their family's fame and fortune at their disposal, but Geneva didn't. She wanted to do things for herself, that much was obvious and, as luck would have it, Larry had a quick discussion with Vince prior to paying her a visit. Larry already knew what she'd say because of how hesitant she was when he paid her for helping him.

"Funny you should say that because it just so happens…" He trailed off with a smirk, pulling a folded piece of paper out and handed it to her. "Read and sign, you'll start tonight. It's a temporary two week contract, since that's how long Mick told me you'd be on the road with him. You'll be paid a little less than Wayne because he's certified and you're not, so I hope that's okay."

Geneva understood, grinning from ear to ear with sparkling blue eyes and took the paper, unfolding it to read the fine print. "No problem, give me a few to read and then I'll sign."

She couldn't stop giggling at the sheer relief crossing Larry's face and proceeded to read over the contract, tapping her chin thoughtfully. Truth be told, the amount physicians were paid in the WWF was far more than what most hospitals would fork over, so there wasn't a reason for Geneva to 'think' about it. She took the pen from Larry five minutes later and scrawled her name on the line, handing both back to him.

"You're an angel, now follow me. Mick said he'd find you later on when he's ready to leave." That was if Mick didn't do something crazy in the ring, though his children were in the crowd, so hopefully that would stem his madness a little.

Stepping into the trainer's room, Geneva snapped on a pair of gloves and began looking over Steve Corino, who was whipped with a belt by Farooq –his real name was Ron Simmons. Several WWF wrestlers stood outside waiting to be looked at, so both Larry and Geneva worked as quickly as they could. She still couldn't believe Larry trusted her enough to help him and took it as a compliment considering he'd been in this business a while.

As the night progressed, Geneva had to look over wrestlers with nagging injuries and used a lot of tape. There was a small monitor on in Larry's office and Geneva glanced at it every couple minutes to see what was going on while working. The final match of the night consisted of Undertaker facing off with Hunter Hearst Helmsley with his valet Chyna. Mankind got involved and tried setting Undertaker on fire with a blowtorch, which made them start brawling and it spilled into the crowd. Goldust with his valet Marlena –they were on early in the night- attacked Hunter and Chyna, continuing their feud.

So when Uncle Mick stumbled into the trainer's room with blood pouring from his forehead, courtesy of a chair shot to the skull by Undertaker. Geneva understood Undertaker did what he had to do to survive, but that didn't stop the sick feeling bubbling in her stomach. No matter how many times she saw her Uncle bleed, it didn't get easier and that's the main reason Geneva would never work for the WWF fulltime.

"I got him, Geneva! I got him!" Mick was dazed from the chair shot, once again busted open, which was nothing new these days.

"Yeah, yeah you got him Uncle Mick. Now let Larry examine you. Family can't treat family." That was one of the stipulations in her temporary contract.

She nodded when Larry smiled, kissing Mick's forehead and looked up when Taker walked in, seeing him holding his injured wrist. He also had a laceration on his forehead that needed a few stitches. Larry ordered Taker to let her look him over and Geneva merely smiled as he sat on the other examination table, their eyes locking briefly. Geneva hoped he still felt up to spending the night with her later on, looking forward to being with him.

"Suck in a breath." She whispered, pressing on his chest and winced when he grunted out a little. "You are very lucky that nothing's cracked." Uncle Mick had nailed him right in the chest several times with the same chair that cracked him open. "It's just deeply bruised..." This man was damned near indestructible as she looked down at his heavily taped wrist, deciding not to say anything about it.

"That's what I figured." Taker said with a deep sigh.

What the hell was Geneva doing in Larry's office? She was helping the man again, not seeing Wayne anywhere and decided to ask Larry about it when Geneva wasn't around. On one hand, it hurt when she pressed on his chest, but on the other, her cool fingers felt good and not in the generic way. He enjoyed her touch immensely, even if he was injured.

Geneva grabbed some ice to press against his chest, being very careful with it because the swelling was bad. She couldn't believe nothing was cracked, wondering if he should go to the ER just to be on the safe side. It would ruin their plans, but better safe than sorry. "Taker, I think you should go have an x-ray done to make sure nothing is cracked. I'm sure nothing is broken, but I can't be sure of fractures or cracks." She tried keeping the worry out of her tone and failed. "You need your wrist checked out too, but my main concern right now is your chest."

"The wrist is sprained; I seen my personal physician about it and my chest is just bruised. Trust me, if it was anything more, you'd know because I'd probably be ripping your head off from the pain." He informed her evenly.

"Everything alright over there?" Larry called, glancing over his shoulder in time to see Taker getting to his feet. "He got you good, lucky for you it wasn't directly over the heart."

"I'm saying my prayers." He deadpanned.

Larry just shook his head, muttering something about 'morbid bastard' under his breath while he tended to Mick. "And YOU, with the chair…"

Mick smirked, pulling her over to stand beside him and squeezed her hand. "I had to spice up the crowd somehow, they seemed bored." He winked and chuckled at Geneva's groan, kissing her hand. "It was worth it."

"Just for that, I'll choke slam you through a table next time."

Mick actually winced, then perked right back up. "As long as you don't break my back, Deadman."

Larry stepped out of harm's way. "If you want to kill him Taker, be my guest."

Deciding to let that comment slide, Taker left the trainer's room, but not before giving Geneva a smoldered look, hoping she still showed up tonight. It didn't matter if he was hurt or not, that wouldn't stop Taker from making Geneva his, if she came. He saw the small smile and slight nod, getting his answer and walked out without a word, heading down the hallway to gather his things.

"Mick!" Colette rushed past Undertaker with the two kids, breathing a little heavier than usual into the trainer's room. "Are you alright?" She blinked at the sight of her niece, raising a brow. "What's going on here?"

"I'm working temporarily for the WWF to help Larry out." Geneva grinned, dabbing Uncle Mick's forehead with a towel while Larry finished the stitching.

"Really?" Colette didn't know if she approved that, looking down at the kids and lifted them up so they could see their Daddy. "See guys, Daddy's alright. Just a little banged up."

Mick smiled up at them, reaching his hand over to stroke Noelle's face tenderly. "You did good out there, little bit." He didn't even flinch at the stitches, having an exceptional pain threshold. "After Daddy gets stitched up, I'll take my favorite people out for dinner."

"Are you sure, sweetheart?" Colette looked concerned, placing a hand against his cheek where the blood had been cleaned off. "We can just go back to the hotel and…"

"No, I'm fine." Mick fought back the urge to shake his head, instead kissing Colette's hand and winked. "Why don't you take the kids to the dressing room and I'll be there as soon as I'm done? Gen, you're almost done here right?"

"Am I, Larry?"

Larry nodded, grateful he had some help since Wayne would be out for at least two weeks with his family business. "Yeah, just gotta finish you up, Mick. By the way, thanks for the suggestion about going to Vince."

Suspecting that's who told Larry about her being on the road for two weeks, Geneva would either have to hug or kill Uncle Mick once they were alone.