Hey, everyone. How are you hold up through this ordeal? It's been crazy, right?

Anyway, thanks to Idcam for the review.

This and the next chapter were supposed to go all together. Unfortunately, I got carried away, as usual. :/ So, look for the next part (hopefully) soon.

Kind of heavy stuff in this chapter. Fair warning.

Even though it had been less than a week since Reves had been able to get her hands on Hall, she was becoming quite irritable. Lucky for her, that was about to be remedied very soon. They had finally pestered Mark to the point of insanity and he had acquiesced to allow then to see a movie.

Mark had begrudgingly agreed to let them go. He certainly didn't like the notion of them paling around town themselves, but it was wearing him out to be constantly keeping tabs on them. He felt that he was running out of options to keep them content and satisfied. He was certainly doing the best he could. He was just too busy with work to entertain them all the time. He was starting to think, maybe if they had a little fun, they wouldn't get up to all the shenanigans that pissed off Vince.

There was a busy morning and afternoon ahead for Mark. He was going to get a workout in, then he was going to help some of the trainees while he was in town.

"Alright, we're going," Reves grinned as she came out of the bathroom with flawless makeup.

Mark looked at her. It seemed a little odd for her to be so made up for a movie, but he was passing the point of wondering just what went on inside the girl's head. "So, you have the extra room key I gave you, right?" Mark asked Reves. "And both of you have your phones? I expect one of you to answer when I call."

"Yes, and yes," Reves responded impatiently.

"Stay together and don't go galivanting all over God's green Earth. Understood?"

Reves resisted the urge to roll her eyes. "Got it."

"Yes, sir," Heather nodded compliantly.

With that, the girls left the room and started down the hall towards the elevators.

"Don't hate me, but I'm not going to the movies," Reves informed Heather, sounding only half remorseful at that.

"What do you mean?" Heather questioned.

Reves pressed the button for the down arrow on the wall near the elevator. "I'm sorry. I have another engagement, dear sister."

"What on Earth is that?" Heather asked in bewilderment.

"You see, I have an arrangement with Mr. Hall and I just can't afford to pass it up," She said with an air of importance that was filled with sarcasm.

"You're ditching me?" Heather accused as the elevator doors opened.

"Now, I wouldn't put it that way. But I have to take my opportunities where I find them. You understand?" Reves gave and odd curtsy and backed into the elevator.

"Wait!" Heather cried out, but not before the doors had closed on her. Frantically, she mashed the panel on the wall and waited impatiently for it to return. Once it did, she stepped inside and expelled an anxious sigh. She had an uneasy feeling about all of this. Not only was she abandoned in favor of Scott Hall, but now she was on her own. Now, what would she do? She couldn't go back to the room. Her father would be furious.

Why was Reves behaving in this manner? Her sister's wild streak was well known, but these antics were downright reckless. What if some sort of harm came to her? The most disparaging part was that Reves should have been well aware of the consequences should anything go ire, yet she didn't seem to care one bit.

Kevin sauntered into the little hole-in-the-wall diner. This seemed as good a place as any to pass some time. His partners in crime were missing in action. Nothing too unusual for Kid. He often stayed in the room or in some cases home of whoever he was hooking up with that night. Scott was the one who was becoming increasingly scarce as he was being sucked further into the precipice of this ludicrous affair.

"Hey, Hun. Welcome in. Sit anywhere ya like," a woman said to him in passing.

Kevin nodded in her direction and began approaching an empty table. He took a seat and after a moment, his eyes began scanning the vicinity. His gaze was drawn to a petite girl with violet-ebony hair, sitting in a booth by herself. He watched her for a couple of minutes, expecting Mark to join her.

It didn't take long for him to conclude that she was solitary; evident by the forlorn expression she wore. She sat with her menu open flat on the table and a book in her hands, but she didn't seem to possess the ability to focus on either of them by the way her eyes stared vacantly at a random spot on the table.

Without further thinking, Kevin got up from his seat and wandered over to where the lonely girl was sitting. "So, where's that other Grady twin?"

Heather's head snapped upward at the sound of his voice. She had been so engrossed in her own contemplation; she had not even taken notice of his gigantic figure until he had spoken. "Excuse me?"

Nash was actually a bit surprised when she stared up at him with mild agitation due to being broken from her thoughts. "Stephen King. The Shining?" he said.

"Oh, yes," she replied in absent realization and looked away again. However, her gaze was immediately drawn back to him when he took a seat across from her at the table. Her mouth hung open slightly and her doe eyes blinked at him in a manner that would have suggested he had grown a second head.

Unfazed by her reaction, Kevin asked, "So, what's eating you, little one?"

Heather frowned, "It's nothing," she shook her head and then tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, averting her eyes.

"Where's Mark?"

"Working." There was a sting to her voice.

"Where is Reves?"

He struck a nerve. Her countenance clouded over with distress. An expression of confliction glinted over her face before she murmured in a nearly inaudible voice, "C-can you keep a secret?"

"Depends on how much you pay me," Nash quipped lightly.

The joke was lost on the girl for her expression never wavered. She wasn't sure if it was prudent to disclose such intelligence to him, but she had no one else with whom she could confide in. "It concerns my sister, Reves," She paused and her voice was dropping off, "And your friend. Scott…"

Kevin's face fell. Well, shit. Here we go, he thought. "What about them?" He played it off. No doubt she now knew of the little trysts between her sister and Scott.

"Alright folks, sorry 'bout your wait," the waitress approached the table at that moment, giving Kevin what he hoped would be a reprieve from the conversation he wasn't too keen on having.

Kevin and Heather both raised their head to look at the woman. Kevin recognized her as the one who had greeted him as she bustled passed when he first walked in. Her name tag read: Debbie. She was of medium height and build. She wasn't a beauty, nor was she wretched in appearance. Regardless, the toll of years as a server was evident on her face.

"So, what can I – " she paused and stared down at Kevin. "Say, don't I know you from somewhere?" She didn't give him an opportunity to answer before she continued, "I think I seen you on TV. You must be an actor or something." Her gaze locked onto the bulging muscles of his arms. "Wow, you're huge! You know what, you're a pro wrestler, aren't you?" As Kevin was opening his mouth, she started up again, "Now, what's your name? No, don't tell me!"

Nash had already ceased any attempt to get a word in edgewise. For whatever reason, people tended to either clam up or get super chatty when they met celebrities. Chalk it up to nerves, which Nash thought was completely stupid. He slept, ate and took a shit, just like everyone else. Or perhaps that was just her personality? Either way, he decided to just let the woman yammer on.

"Let's see now. Keifer? Nah. Calvin?" The wires in her brain were beginning to connect. "Kevin! Kevin Nash," She pointed a finger at him with a triumphant smile.

Kevin nodded and his mouth stretched into a thin smirk.

"Yeah, Big Sexy," she eyed him coyly.

Heather felt the heat creep across her cheeks when the woman mentioned the absurd moniker. She could hardly recall an instance in her young life where she regarded a person as sexy, but she could agree when people saw an aura of charm radiating from the goliath.

Debbie focused her attention on Heather momentarily as if only then remembering she was there. She took the girl in, then turned to Nash. "I didn't know ya had a kid. You look much too young for that. You two must be on some sort of daddy/daughter date?"

Kevin sat slack-jawed at the woman's assumption. He didn't really have any plausible explanation as to why he was sitting across from this teenage girl, so he nodded curtly.

"Huh, she doesn't look a thing like ya," Debbie glanced at her again with a shrug.

Recovering his wits, Nash gave an impromptu answer in order to save face, "Nope. She takes after her mother."

It was true Heather favored Sara more so than Mark. With the exception of his sparkling emerald eyes, which were glazed with shock and disbelief at that moment.

"Well, Mrs. Nash must be a lucky woman."

"She was," Nash shrugged.

"Oh," the waitress demurred, though her eyes lit up like a Christmas tree.

Heather's visage ignited into flames as she listened to the discussion taking place. The young girl lowered her head and hid her face in complete mortification. How and why was this occurring? This man, her father? The very idea! And what was his marital status -or lack thereof- any concern to this woman? It was that moment she wished the floor would divide beneath her and swallow her into its abysmal chasm, sparing her this humiliation.

"Look at my mouth, running away with itself, again! Are you folks ready to order?" Debbie asked.

"I believe so," Nash cleared his throat, drawing Heather's attention to him. She gazed at him in astonishment, as if she couldn't phantom that he was actually carrying out this charade. He leaned forward slightly. "Sweetheart?" Why did it feel so satisfying to call her that? He wondered as his chest swelled. He watched as her mantle deepened and he mused that she must be flush all the way down to her toes.

What the hell, Nash? He quickly chased the image from his head.

Heather's heart was beating against her ribcage, wildly. There was something alien within his voice; something she wasn't accustomed to. She could not even recall the last time her father had spoken to her in such an infliction. If she hadn't known any better, she would say it was almost…affectionate?

"You ready?" he asked her gently.

"I…Oh! Y-yes," she squeaked.

They placed their orders and though unaware of the other, were both relieved when Debbie left to put them in.

A moment or two of awkward silence fell between them, but to Nash's chagrin, Heather continued her lamentation as soon as Debbie was out of earshot. "Um, so, concerning my sister and him…" The tone in which she referred to Scott made him sound like the evil sorcerer in some fairytale.

"Yeah, what about them?" Kevin inquired again. His voice gruffer than he intended, though she seemed to be too distressed to notice.

"First, you can not disclose this to a living soul," she told him in a hushed tone.

"I don't think-"

"You must promise me," she astounded both him and herself with her bold declaration that carried an edge of desperation.

He wasn't sure what assumptions she had, but he was certainly not the one to beseech in regards to some sort of pledge, still, he acquiesced in order to appease her. "Alright. So, tell me what could possibly be so terrible?" he asked somewhat scathingly. He did not need her confirmation on the situation. He knew exactly where Scott was at that very moment, or at least who he was with.

He witnessed her countenance twist with anxiety as she readied herself to reveal that which implicated her sister and his friend. He waited patiently for words he rather she didn't divulge concerning her knowledge about the two.

Heather inhaled deeply as if it would prepare and fortify her to make her confession. "Reves and Scott…" her inaudible voice trailed off. The troubled appearance on her face intensified. Her green eyes conveyed a doleful expression. "Reves and Scott, they…" Her voice was breaking up, "W-would you mind terribly if I just wrote it down?"

Kevin shrugged his shoulders indifferently in response. Although part of him wished to acknowledge that he already had privy to the pairs' little escapades, so they could move forward, he waited patiently.

Opening her plaid bag, Heather rummaged around for a pen. She procured a small notebook but frowned when she realized every page was covered in scraps of song lyrics or some type of doodling. She would have to suffice to use a napkin.

She shouldered the message with one arm, as if he may be tempted to cheat by copying her test in school. Heather scribbled on the napkin, then promptly folded it over. She placed the pen down and began to slide the napkin slowly across the table.

When Kevin reached out to receive the note, their eyes locked as his enormous hand brushed her delicate fingers. They were like smooth silk under his calloused fingertips. The contact sent a shockwave up her arm along with a sensation that could only be described as her heart exploding in her chest.

Studying the perplexed expression she wore; it took Kevin a moment to conclude it was time to withdraw. The girl retreated from him as if she had been singed by his touch and she averted her eyes rendering him vaguely disappointed that she had severed their gaze.

He shifted his attention to the paper napkin in his possession. Opening it, he studied the tiny, immaculate cursive for a moment before actually reading the message. It read: Reves and Scott did it! The word 'it' was underlined three times as if he hadn't the slightest comprehension as to what exactly 'it' was supposed to refer to. He didn't find it surprising that she wouldn't utter the word she needed to say, but was she that mortified that she couldn't even write it? How in the hell did she make it through that Nabokov book?

Heather was caught off guard when he broke into a hearty, robust laughter that rang out through the small diner. Her brow furrowed together as she stared at him in disbelief from across the table. She couldn't comprehend what was so comical. She had just confided in him a dire dilemma and he somehow found hilarity in the conundrum? "I am pleased that you find such amusement within this scenario," she grumbled.

His laughter ceased when he glimpsed the disparagement on her lovely face. His mood sobered when he witnessed her eyes glaze over. "I just don't know what to do," her voice was distraught. "Why would she want to do such a thing?" She looked at him as if he held some sort of explanation as to her sister's actions.

Kevin stared back at her silently. Do you want to know, little girl? Do you really want to know? No. He wasn't going there. His eyes fell down on her handwriting as he reread her words.

In the next instant, searing jealousy directed towards his best friend began to unfurl within his core. Why the hell should Scott be able to stake any claim he wanted with no consequences? Never had he been jealous of his friends in terms of success or hell, even money (although, most would argue that point). But inside he seethed that Scott had taken it upon himself to become entangled with the older sister despite the fact that he had no desires regarding her. That's when the realization struck him. Fuck, he had been envious of Scotty this whole time. Not because he wanted the older girl, but he wanted what they had…

Eyes trained on the bashful creature across from him, he allowed his thoughts to slip to the dark recesses of his mind. Daringly, he contemplated what she would feel like underneath him, her delicate frame baring the gentle pressure of his gargantuan form. He would love her so softly and with such tenderness... Then she would understand her sister's motives, as much as she didn't agree with her actions.

The girl's forlorn expression continued as she glanced at her book, trying to deflect his scrutiny. This bashful creature hid behind books and her useless factoids. She used them as a source of comfort. The girl was blatantly screaming out for attention and affection, but she didn't even know it.

That doesn't mean you need to be the one to give it to her, asshole, his conscience reprimanded him. It was like he was dealing with the whole scenario of the angel on one shoulder and the devil on the other and right now he was leaning towards his inner devil.

"Ok, folks, here ya go," Debbie reappeared, placing their order on the table in front of them. "Let me know if there is anything else I can do for you, ok hun?"

Although her head was bent, Heather watched as Debbie laid her hand on Kevin's forearm. She certainly wasn't one to ascertain, but it seemed to her, the waitress' touch lingered a little too long. Longer than she was comfortable with, but she couldn't say why.

Kevin gleaned up at her and gave his thanks. He was trying to be polite but her presence was beginning to annoy him. "I think we're good here," he said, masking the agitation in his voice.

Heather hadn't even had an appetite, to begin with. Now, even less so. She vacuously stared at the chicken sandwich sitting in front of her.

"Not hungry?" Kevin asked, bringing her attention to him.

Biting her lip sheepishly, she simply shook her head and scooted the plate a couple of inches away from her.

Kevin frowned. A time or two, he had seen her put away a decent sized plate for as tiny as she was. So, he wasn't really worried about her starving herself. With everything weighing on her mind at the moment, he understood that she had little interest in food.

"Have you talked to Reves about all this?" he asked, keeping his cool despite the fact that his body was craving her in ways she had no knowledge of. "You know your sister is an adult. There is not really much anyone can do. She's free to make her own decisions."

Somehow, that felt a little harsh even though she had to acknowledge that fact. Just like ultimately this was Scott's ordeal and his mistake to make should everything go to shit. Despite this, he just knew Mark would flip shit if he ever found out. It wasn't that he was a pussy when it came to Mark, but he wasn't a dumb shit either. Mark had stayed with Vince while he and Scott had left for greener pastures that eventually turned into a wasteland. Mark had a hell of a lot of pull these days, while he and Scott where practically in the shitter. He didn't begrudge Mark that, but he didn't want his best buddy getting fucked professionally for a choice he had personally made. He had already been down in a hole since Mania.

"Yes, I understand that. It's just…I don't understand the whole," she paused searching for the correct word, "allure between them." Her head was bent, but he knew that eternal crimson glow was emanating from her features.

He chuckled at her choice of wording. "You have never even kissed someone, have you?" He eyed her coolly. His inquiry was audaciously vulgar and crossed a boundary he shouldn't be anywhere near, but it was more rhetorical than anything. He didn't need to question her to know she was as unadulterated as freshly fallen snow. Her entire aura radiated with innocence and naivety. His eyes gandered at her lush, rosy lips that remained untouched by another's. They were pursed in nervousness and as he continued to look at her, the guilt settled like a lead brick into the pit of his stomach.

"I…wh..that's…" she sputtered fretfully. How brazen was he to ask her such a personal question? Of course, she had never kissed another person. She had barely hugged another individual outside of her family. She knew how much of a loser this made her, especially considering that most girls her age had engaged in much more than that. Her face morphed into a disparaged frown. She could only imagine how lame he must think she was. She didn't want him to think of her as lame though she couldn't imagine how it really mattered. He was charming and handsome…and she was just this puerile little girl. She reprimanded herself, confounded by the notion. Exactly how was he to see her?

"N-no. I have not…" She sighed in a shameful tone, not daring to meet his eye. What was it like? She unexpectedly yearned to enquire to him, although she knew she would only humiliate and depredate herself if she ever posed such an inquiry. Why had such erratic musings entered her processes as of late? She had read countless books and seen plenty of films depicting the intimate and lascivious act. Largely, she had been disgusted and mortified by such displays, but primarily, it was not an item of concern for her. Interestingly enough, the past couple of months had piqued her inquisitiveness. What did people experience in those moments? How did it affect then and how did it make them feel?

As she sat there pondering her musings, the words abruptly tumbled from her mouth before she could even grasp the question she posed. "What's it like? J-just the k-kissing part. Not the other…stuff." The words were utterly bizarre coming from her lips and she wasn't sure who was more dazed. Was it herself or Kevin as he stared at her with wide eyes? "I'm sorry. That was completely impertinent of me." She demurred. Her stomach twisted. She had gone and made an absolute fool of herself. The mortification was almost too great to endure.

"No. I mean, no more than I was. That was completely inappropriate of me. Forgive me." Even as he spoke, the notion of him being able to show her entered his mind and it ignited a lustful flame inside him. He swallowed hard. He sat in disbelief and disgust that he had been reduced to this, this fucking repulsive creep. As much as he despised himself at the moment, he couldn't help feeding her inquisitive nature. "If you still want to know, it's different for everyone. I mean, I can't really-" He stopped.

Debbie came by one more time, leaving the bill face down near the edge of the table. She didn't say anything but winked at Kevin before clearing away a few dishes and walking away.

Heather picked up the slip of paper. Her gaze fell to the bottom where Debbie's name and a telephone number that most assuredly belonged to the waitress was scribbled. She even placed a heart over the "i" like all those superficial girls in school. Heather couldn't prevent the scoff that left her as she rolled her eyes and returned the check to its prior position. This peculiar emotion was beginning to rise up in her. What was wrong with that woman? Did she truly think- Heather paused. She hadn't felt anything remotely close to this since Samantha Harrison was given the solo in the Fall concert last semester. This was different, however. The intensity was quite unlike anything she had experienced before. She would dare say it was quite disconcerting and a bit frightening.

Kevin gazed at Heather with fascination as an array of emotions swam across her face. Had she just scoffed and rolled her eyes? For a split second, she and her sister seemed to be the same person. He grabbed the bill to see what had caused her such agitation. He released a chuckle when he saw the number, as it didn't surprise him in the least. How would that upset her though? Unless…Don't be a jackass. Just because you're perving out doesn't mean this girl is thinking anything of the sort.

Heather opened her bag, searching for her wallet. Once she retrieved it, she noticed Kevin placing a credit card down on the table. "What are you doing?" she asked timidly.

"I'm paying the bill," he responded in an obvious tone.

"You don't have to. I have money. My dad gave me-"

"Relax, little one. It's not a big deal," he chuckled at her. "Though, I should spank that ass for not touching a bite." He hadn't recognized that he had verbalized his thoughts out loud until he saw the horror that spread across her face.

Heather stared at him with a mixture of shock and confusion. He would really strike her? Had she angered him that severely? "I-I'm s-sorry," she squeaked, eyes welling up.

The big man stared into her frightened eyes. Good going, jackass. You scared her shitless, he reprimanded himself. He let out a bellowing laugh in spite of himself. "I'm kidding of course. I would never lay a finger on you." Deep down, he knew damn well that was a lie, but he wasn't going to entertain those thoughts at the moment. "I tend to speak in a crass manner, but I don't mean anything by it."

He grinned at her and with his words, the tension abandoned her. He had never given any indication that he would invoke violence against her. How silly and irrational he must think her. She nervously returned a small smile. "I best be returning." Looking at the clock on the wall behind him, she asked with alarm, "Is that the correct time?"

Kevin glanced back, then to his watch. "Yep."

"It's very late. I have to get back to my room!" she announced.

"Okay. Well, let me finish paying and I'll walk you," Kevin said, unfazed by her apparent urgency.

Heather sat there, antsy as she waited for Debbie to come pick up the payment. Taking her mind off her current crisis, she fleetingly pondered whether this was in any manner similar to being on a date. Of course, she had never been on one, so she only had vicarious knowledge. She flushed due to the embarrassment caused by her senseless musings. Certainly, this was nothing like that! She was such a foolish and naïve thing to even entertain such an absurd prospect. The swifter she returned to her room, the better.

As the process completed, Debbie was left with little more than the appropriate gratuity for the work performed and a fading glimmer of hope that something would come of her encounter with the man known as Big Sexy.