CHAPTER FOUR

TRIXIE

After the debut of the new Legacy, the main roster had a party. It was more than Trixie had ever dreamed of. Paul clearly knew how to celebrate. Everyone was having a great time. Lucas stood at the center of the room dancing. Trixie was impressed with his skill, and she wasn't alone. Soon, everyone was watching him.

"Whoever said white boys have no rhythm never met that kid," a familiar voice said.

Trixie spun around. Thaddeus "Titus O'Neil" Bullard stood behind her. She squealed with delight. "Uncle Thaddy!" She cried as she hugged him.

"Did you think I'd miss this?" Thaddeus asked her. He embraced her. Thaddeus had always had a soft spot for Trixie. He watched over her like a guard dog. (Occasionally complete with his kayfabe trademark barking.)

"Is Uncle Fred here?" Trixie asked in excitement. Fred Rosser, better known as Darren Young, was one of her mom's best friends. He had been present for pretty much every single major event in Trixie's life, including every lame birthday party and even a couple of her school plays. She adored him.

"Of course he is. You had to ask?" Thaddeus laughed. He pointed to Fred, who was standing next to Cayla and Saraya. They had, of course, come to the show to support their daughter. Trixie smiled and turned her attention back to Lucas.

Gabe was dancing with Lucas now, and he'd dragged Ginny out with him. Ginny tried to pull back, but Lucas extended his hand to her and bowed. She rolled her eyes, but she was smiling as she took his hand and started dancing with him. Gabe seemed perfectly happy to leave it at that and grabbed Molly instead.

"You can't handle me, Uso," Molly told him with a slightly evil grin.

"Challenge accepted!" Gabe said.

Keith pulled Molly into his arms and stole her away from Gabe. "Sorry, Baby Boy, but this dance is mine," he shrugged and danced by himself. Trixie watched her cousin dancing wildly with Molly and smiled. That was when she noticed Nicky standing to the side, also watching and looking like a sad little wallflower.

"Excuse me," she said to Thaddeus. She walked over to Nicky. "You okay?"

"Huh?" Nicky was startled. "Oh, um... Yeah, I'm good."

"What's wrong?"

"Parties just aren't really my thing."

"Come on, Nicky, relax." She took his arms and began swinging them, dancing spastically and not caring because it made her cousin laugh. "That's better!"

"Thanks, Trix."

"You need some air. Come on, let's go outside."

Once outside, she realized they weren't alone. Standing a few feet away was a boy smoking a cigarette. "Well, well, well," he said dramatically. "If it isn't the golden children."

Trixie recognized him. He wrestled under Ray Turner, a low-carder with a serious reputation for being out of control and even violent outside of the kayfabe world. He was tall and muscular, with long black hair and blue eyes. He was probably very handsome, but there was something harsh about his features that made him more terrifying than attractive to her.

"Ray Turner, right?" Trixie asked, trying to smile encouragingly at him. Even the angriest of people melted at Trixie's smile. He did not.

"Danny, actually. Danny Huber, but no one talks about that in public. I'm a legacy, too, but I don't need to ride that in for my shot. I got in on talent."

"Huber... Who are your parents?" The name was familiar, but she couldn't remember why.

"He's Luke Harper's kid," Nicky said quickly. "With Summer Rae."

"Whoa... That's an unexpected pairing."

"Yeah, well, liquor makes my mother do questionable things," Danny said sharply. "Either way, I have two superstar parents, unlike you. You're not even a real legacy, Trixie. Stupid name, by the way."

"I was raised by two superstar parents, just like you," Trixie said.

"Please. You aren't really Paige's kid. Your father was a turkey baster."

Trixie felt like she'd been slapped. Who was he to be so cruel to her?

"At least a turkey baster gets cleaned once in a while, unlike your father!" Nicky said. It was uncharacteristic of Nicky to say something like that, but he always looked out for his cousin. Danny had pushed the wrong button.

"What did you say?" Danny demanded. He punched Nicky hard in the face. Nicky hit him right back.

Trixie screamed. "Stop it!" She shouted. "Leave him alone!"

"Hey, back off!" Brandon said as he appeared. He tried to pull Danny off of Nicky, but Danny tossed him off of them and kept hitting Nicky.

Nicky recovered and tried to fight back again, but Danny was brutal. "Get help!" Trixie begged Brandon. "Please!"

Brandon hesitated for a second before nodding and running back inside. "You stupid kids think you're all so great, being born into this shit!" Danny shouted. "Some of us have to work for it because we choose not to be our parents."

"No one wants Harper's kid, let's be real. And Summer Rae? She became nothing but a valet. Nothing to brag about. So back. The. Fuck. Off. Of. My. Cousin!" Nicky was hitting him harder now. Keith was usually the one who lost control because of anger. Trixie was freaking out. Sweet, quiet, calm Nicky had lost his mind.

"What the fuck?" Keith demanded. He came running out with Molly right next to him. He ripped Danny off of his brother and took over kicking his ass.

Trixie was trembling. Molly knelt beside Nicky and pulled him into her arms. "Are you okay?" She asked him. He nodded. "Liar. You're bleeding." Molly ripped part of her t-shirt off like it was nothing and used that to apply pressure to the cut on Nicky's forehead.

"Oh God..." Trixie whispered. She started crying at the sight of her cousin bleeding.

"Trix, he'll be fine," Molly said quickly.

"This is my fault. He was defending me," Trixie said.

"What the hell is going on here?" Randy demanded as he and several others appeared. Randy pulled Danny and Keith apart. Trixie noticed Danny didn't dare try to hit her uncle. He stared at Keith. "What were you thinking?"

"Me? Dad, he was beating on Nicky!" Keith protested.

"So you break it up and get help, Keith. You don't take over the beating. You're an adult."

"Oooh, Daddy's pissed," Danny said.

Randy turned to him. Trixie half-expected him to RKO the kid, but he resisted the urge. Instead, he said, "You'd do best to keep your mouth shut, Danny. I can have you arrested for this."

"It's not my fault. Blame the daughter of the turkey baster," Danny said.

Now Nicky, Keith, and Randy all looked like they might RKO the kid, but instead, a shrill voice said, "Daniel Martin Huber! You apologize this instant!"

Danny cringed. "Sorry, Mom..."

Danielle Moinet glared at him. The years had not neen kind to Summer Rae. She was still beautiful, but she was exhausted. She looked at Trixie apologetically. "Excuse him." She smacked the back of his head. "He forgets his manners. Oh, Trixie! Look how big you got!" Danielle hugged her like they were best friends.

"Um..." Trixie began. "Hi?"

"I know you haven't seen me in a few years sweetie, but don't you remember me? Well, never mind! Apologize, Danny!"

"Whatever," Danny said. "It's true. It's not like two chicks can make a kid. She's not a real legacy."

"Daniel! Trixie is a very nice girl and you will tell her you're sorry. Now." She looked like she might strangle her son.

"It's okay, Danielle," Trixie said. "It only counts if he means it, but I appreciate your concern. Excuse me." Trixie walked away, unwilling to let anyone see the tears in her eyes.

NICKY

His first impulse was to run after Trixie, but Molly grabbed his arm and forced him to sit back down. "No way, Nicky," she said. "You cracked your head open. You're not going anywhere."

"I'm fine. Trix needs me," Nicky argued.

"Trixie needs space. Let her have it. She'll be fine."

"Where is that little shit?" His mother's voice demanded.

Nicky groaned. This wouldn't end well. "Mom, I'm okay," he said quickly.

His mother ignored his claim and grabbed Danny. "If you ever, and I do mean ever touch my sons again, it will be the last thing you ever do," she said too calmly. That meant she was very serious.

"Right. I'm not scared of you, you stupid bitch," Danny said.

Nicky saw everyone tense. His brother and father both looked like they might attack Danny. Danielle looked mortified. His mother, however, laughed. "Well, you probably should be, kid. Remember who trained your pathetic ass. Your father won't claim you, your mother wanted to keep you out of the business, and I busted my ass to teach you the basics when you were still green. Hell, I'm the one who encouraged you to stick it out when all you wanted to do was quit. You need to remember where you started, Danny. And stay away from my family. Oh, and the next time you want to talk shit about my niece? Remember that she has two parents who love her."

He was silent. Danielle reached for him. "Come on, let's go, baby," she said.

Danny shrugged her off and stormed away. Danielle looked like she might cry. "I'm sorry," she said again. She hurried after him.

Nicky felt sorry for her. He'd seen the way the stress had slowly eaten away at Danielle over the years. She tried to be there for her son, but he reacted with rage and lashed out at her. He was a skilled wrestler, but Paul kept him on the low card because he was a loose cannon. Nicky suspected he was frustrated because he was trying to earn the affection of a man who hated him, his father. After getting pregnant, Danielle had dragged John Huber to court, forcing him to pay child support. He hadn't fought her on it, but he made Danny's life hell any chance he got. It was no wonder the kid was such an asshole.

Nicky tried to stand again. This time, Molly helped him. "I need to go find my cousin," he said.

"Stop, Nicky. She's fine... And you're drunk," Molly said quietly, so no one else would hear her.

He stared at her. "No I'm not," he said quickly. Okay, so maybe he'd had a drink when John Cena had offered him a congratulatory round, and another when Jericho did the same, but it hadn't been that much. Besides, he was part of the roster now, and it would make him look pathetic if he refused a drink meant to celebrate his new status.

Nick and Matt would kill me, he thought. He'd never had a drink of alcohol before in his life, but this was different. Besides, it had calmed his nerves a bit.

"Nicky, I saw you drinking," Molly said. "And you suck at lying. Also, you're swaying."

"Blood loss."

"Slurred speech."

"Concussion?"

"You pulled a Keith on Danny."

"I... um... Adrenaline?"

"Nice try. You're drunk."

"I didn't drink much..."

"You're a lightweight because it's your first time. Relax, Nicky. I'll take care of you."

"Mom's going to be mad at me..."

"No one has to find out. Everyone screws up sometimes. Come on. I'll take care of you until you sober up."

"Molly... I'm an idiot."

"No, you're just new to this scene. You'll get used to the life and stop making bad choices eventually. Come on." She took his hand and led him away.

SARAYA

"Where is my bloody daughter?" Saraya demanded when she and Cayla realized she hadn't come back with everyone else.

"That little prick Danny was picking on her," Corri explained. "She ran off."

"How do you pick on a kid as sweet as Trixie?"

"He was going on about her dad being a turkey baster."

"I'll kill 'im! No one hurts my girl!"

"How upset was she?" Cayla asked.

"She made an excuse and got out of there pretty quickly. I'm sure she'll be okay," Corri said.

Saraya let anger show on the surface, but inside, she was very upset. Trixie may have been carried by her wife, but she was one hundred percent Saraya's daughter, too. How could anyone claim anything else? She loved Trixie more than she loved herself. She was her miracle baby, her little trickster, and not a day went by when she wasn't grateful she was her little girl.

"It's that bitch Danielle's fault," she said. "She raised the little prat."

"Danielle tried her best," Cayla said quickly. "He's a difficult kid."

"Right, I forgot you are inexplicably friends with her."

"She's not as bad as she wants people to think."

"If you say so, Luv... But her son is still a bloody bastard."

"We should go find Trixie and make sure she's okay."

"Agreed! Operation Locate and Hug the Baby commences!" Saraya led the way as they searched for their daughter.

TRIXIE

Trixie had climbed into a stairwell in the building the party was at. She'd proceeded to slip on the steps. She'd finally given up and now she sat on the steps, pulling her knees to her chest, and she cried. The bullying hadn't been so bad really, but her cousin had gotten hurt trying to defend her. It wasn't like Nicky to do something that impulsive and reckless. She hoped he was okay.

Suddenly, a hand reached toward her gently. Trixie looked up and saw Brandon standing over her. "Are you okay?" He asked.

Just humiliated you're seeing me like this, she thought. "Yeah," she replied aloud. "I'll be fine."

"Danny's a jerk. He had no right to say those things to you."

"It's fine. I'm okay."

"Trixie..." He shook his head and handed her a tissue. She blew her nose. He gently wiped away a stray tear with his thumb.

Chills ran through her. She managed to get out, "Thanks."

"No problem. Us turkey baster babies have to stick together."

"Wait, what?" She looked at him. "Your parents are Brie and Bryan."

"Right, but it's complicated. My mom couldn't carry a kid. She had eggs, but because she was pretty much anorexic and because of all the bumps she's taken, she couldn't carry to term. My parents wanted a baby really badly, so they decided to go with a surrogate. Since Aunt Nikki wanted kids but Uncle John didn't, she figured she could at least give my parents a baby. She carried me."

"Really?" She searched his face for any hint that he might be making fun of her, but saw only his own vulnerability. He smiled shyly and it made her heart melt.

"Yeah, Trixie. You're not the only turkey baster baby here."

She smiled, suddenly feeling much better. "We should start a club!"

"Sure! We can have meetings and everything."

"We can make t-shirts!"

"I'm on it!"

"You should be the president. You're a better talker."

He laughed. Trixie kind of loved his laugh. "Only if you're the one on the posters. You're prettier than I am."

Trixie blushed. Had he just called her pretty? She suddenly understood the term butterflies in the stomach, because she had a whole bunch in hers right now.

He extended his hand to her again. This time, she took it. She let him give her a quick hug and suddenly, she felt a thousand times better. She'd never been one to let bullies get her down, and she refused to start now.

"Ready to go back?" Brandon asked.

She nodded. Together, they headed back toward the party. Trixie smiled to herself, no longer feeling as alone in the world.