This is in the context that everything that happens on the show is real (I.E. the personalities, rivalries, gimmics) with the exception of the superstars with only one name (i.e. Christian, Kane, Edge) It starts June 21 and goes through July 14 Money in the Bank.

"Does your mother know you're here?" Jay Reso glared at the teeny brunette currently at his hotel room door.

"No, but I doubt she'll notice." Said brunette pushed past him into the room carying nothing but an army backpack and a gym bag. "She still thinks it's New Years, drinking and shooting away. I tried to tell her that schools out for summer but she just slapped me and called me a liar."

"Sarah, you need to get her help. More importnantly you need to go back home." He sighed knowing he was fighting a lost battle.

"I tried but they don't do anything, I'm sick of her and it's not like I'm missing anything!" She groaned, head pounding and stomach growling obscenely.

"You don't look so good. When was the last time you ate anything?" Jay asked woried, hand pressing against her forehead.

"Yeah you know how to get all the ladies with that line." He gave her a glare. "Umm I don't know, couple days maybe a week. Two week tops."

The superstar was silent for awhile, finally he sighed and stood. "Alright you can stay for the summer, but after that you're going back home and I'm talking to the police personally."

"Oh what you gonna go all Canadian on them?" She teased but hugged him in gratification. The blonde patted her on the head as he ordered room service.

"Okay some ground rules." Jay said as he set down the sandwhich he'd gotten. "When we're at the arena don't call me Jay. You gotta call me Christian, also if anyone asks you're my niece."

"Why?" She mumbled through her own sandwhich.

"Okay don't talk with your mouth full, that's gross." She rolled her eyes. "I don't want people making assumptions about our relationship."

"Okay that's gross."

"Right and I don't want anyone knowing about Colleen's ummm less than Straight-Edge actions."

"You're embarrassed of my mom." She accused, eyes narrowed.

"Alittle, I'm not exactly proud of the people I use to run with in my youth, but your mom is definitely the worst example."

"In your youth? Dude only old people say that." Sarah was laughing, not bothered at the minor insult to her mother.

"Ha Ha!" He rolled his eyes at her. "Okay back to the rules, no going into others lockerooms invited or not. No insulting people, I don't care if you can outsmart them when they get pissed, don't do it."

"I'm not allowed to have any fun, that's what you're saying right?" He ignored her.

"Don't steal, don't swear and stay away from the cameras. I don't want your mother to call me up because she finally realized you left when she saw you on TV."

"Don't worry about that, she sold our TV awhile back." Sarah mumbled bitterly already finished with her meal. "Okay I won't cause trouble, well if I can help it." She grinned at him, he smirked and ruffled her long hair.

"Come on, Kiddo. It's Friday night and Drew McIntyre has a date with my fist." He smiled at her and started towards the door.

"Hey, Jay..."

"Yeah?" He turned only to be tackled to the floor and smothered with a hug.

"I missed you... So much." She let out a pathetic noise, something like a sigh and a whine.

"I missed you too, Kid. I tried to call but the line was canceled and you guys had moved." He sat up, much to the chagrin of a still mopey Sarah.

"Yeah we've been in Houston for a couple years, I hate it but mom said she got a good job there... It was just a drug dealer of a boyfriend. I miss the place in Kitchener." She sighed and finally stood, dragging him up too.

"God you've gotten taller," He smirked at her, she was still a good foot shorter than him.

"Still the shortest senior in school, though." The teen shouted as she opened the door to leave, Jay trailing behind her with a laugh.

Turns out waiting for Friday night to start was boring, she thought with a sigh. Nothing to do, no one to bother. She glared from her spot on a crate at the door across the hall from her. It was the men's lockeroom, so she couldn't go in, but she wasn't allowed to venture anywhere else, so she had to wait outside the door until Jay -oops, Christian- was ready. "What is taking so long?" She grumbled, earning a few looks from exiting superstars, she ignored them and continued her glare on the door.

Finally he emerged, dressed in his signature tights and ready to fight. Sara grinned and leaped from her spot to bounce in place beside him, earning every more looks from people around them.

"So Christian... You said Sarah was your...?" Alex Riley trialed off, giving her suspicious glances.

"She's my neice,"

"I'm his niece." They spoke quickly at the same time, Alex gave them another look and Sarah didn't blame him, her and Jay -Christian!- looked nothing alike and acted nothing alike.

"Right, well good luck with your match." He said walking off.

"Thanks." The blonde called after him, before turning to Sarah. "Calm down, you're freaking people out."

"I can't help it!" She cried dramatically. "I was so bored waiting for you. What did you even do in there? Wait! Nevermind I don't wanna know."

"Just stay at catering and watch my match, it's only McIntyre so I shouldn't be too slow in getting back to the lockerooms and out of here." He grinned cockily and she just rolled her eyes.

He walked her to catering and sat with her until he was called up, she was half way through with her cookie when she called. "J- Christian." He turned and gave her a warning look.

"What's wrong?"

"Be careful." Her voice was quiet for once and he gave her a soft smile. "Okay?"

"Don't worry about me, Kiddo. I'm a professional." He ruffled her hair again, got swatted at again, and left to his position.

Suffice to say Sarah only last thirty seconds on her own in catering before she was told to leave, mostly because she was cheering to loudly for her 'Uncle'. So instead she waited for him beside the gorilla, half hidden behind the crates. She still had a good view of the screen and cheered as quietly as possible to avoid detection. It was almost a given that Christian would win, honestly Sarah was sightly offended on behalf of her friend that he was given such a pathetic opponent. With a slight huff she jumped down from her position in time to hear 'Special Ops' go off on the Titatron, whipping around to the flat screen she watched as the Shield began to methodically stalk their way to the ring where Christian still was.

"Oh God, please get out of there!" She cried, not noticing the camera men turning to watch her, recording her reaction. When Christian refused to leave the ring she let out a shriek of horror, rushing to the entrance to try and help. She would have made it if it weren't for the Staff Manager that stood at the position to cue Wrestlers for their entrance.

"Ma'am I'm sorry but you can't go out there!" He had a firm hold on her arms, taking precatiouns not to do anything that could cause a lawsuit against him. The cameras were eating this up, the footage didn't go out live but was recording anyways for future use.

"No that's my- my Uncle! I need to help!"

"You don't have clearance ma'am, you need calm down and wait for him to go back to the trainers." He nodded to one of the female staff members and she was lead off to the back, she didn't struggle, the attack had ended. She was of no use now.

The Staff-Lady-Person left her alone sitting outside the Trainers Office, soon afterwards Christian arrived, leaning heavily on on Referee's shoulders and limping, but he was walking. She rushed to hug him, he let out a ow groan of pain but didn't complain, she shoved the referee away and took over leading him into the medical room.

"You weren't careful." The brunette said in a sad voice, if he wasn't so injured she would pout, but that seemed unnecessary. He gave a short chcukle and planted a kiss on her head as the Trainer's began their examination.

"Sorry, Kiddo. I didn't know the Shield would be coming out there." She gave him a glare.

"You should've left the ring when they came."

"And ruin my reputation?" He scoffed.

"Save yourself." She huffed. "You just got back, try not to get injured so soon after."

"Whatever, I can handle the Shield." He smiled and patted her shoulder. "Can you go grab my bag? Just ask one of the superstars to get it for you, it's in the back left corner." She nodded and stalked out of the room, still alittle pissed. Not necessarily at Christian, more at the Shield. The farther along she walked the angerier she got.

Where do they get off? She growled in her mind. Attacking a guy for no fucking reason! God they just want to be spoil sports, trying to get some of Jay's spotlight. Fucking losers. When she arrived at the lockeroom she didn't even feel like waiting for a superstar to come out so she could ask them to grab Christian's things. Instead she opened the door and stalked in, not even glance at the shocked me, her sole focus was on the gym bag in the corner with the giant C on it.

"Hey what is she doing in here?" It was Heath Slater who yelled and Sarah resisted the urge to roll her eyes at this point.

"Don't worry your not that impressive enough to look at anyways." She growled dryly, earning a few snickers. "I'm just getting Christian's things."

"You must be a lesbian or something not to look at this." Heath yelled loudly trying to get some laughs at her expense, he recieved none.

"Me not wanting to look at ou naked proves I'm not a lesbian, Wendy." Now she had some mirth to her voice, grabbing the bag. At her insult a loud chorus of 'Oooos' rang out and she recieved some claps for it, she didn't have to turn to hear Slater stomp over to her. "Don't come up at me with your vagina hanging all out!" She shrieked dramatically getting a pat of the back for Ziggler.

Before he could get much closer the Uso's stepped infront of her, barring the towel-clad ginger, she watched this with mild interest from the corner of her eyes. Turning she began walking out of the room, stopping to tilt her head at Jericho who was lounging by the front- fully clothed thankfully. "Where's the Shield's lockeroom?"

It got instantly quiet before he responded. "Woah, you don't wanna go looking around for them. Just go back to your Uncle and help him get better."

"Tell me now or I go out there screaming I was dragged in here against my will." She glared through narrowed eyes, he sighed.

"Lockeroom 1886. But please don't go up there alone." He turned to look at the rest of the lockeroom, spotting Jimmy and Jey. "Take the Usos with you they'll-"

"Chris." Jey interrupted.

"Yeah?"

"She's gone." He dead panned, pointing to the spot where the teeny brunette had once stood.

"Dammit!" Jericho groaned he looked at the twins. "Go after her please?"

"No prob," Jimmy said as he and his twin set off.

Sarah had already gotten a plan in mind for what she would do when she arrived at the Shield's door, it mostly included insulting them enough so they gave chase and then disappear leaving them in frustration. Of course she knew Jericho had probably sent the Usos after her which is why she sprinted her way there, hoping to get their with enough time to cause trouble. A swift knock to the door and she was face to face with a shirtless Dean Ambrose.

"What?" He seemed unconcerned at her presence, eyes running up and down her figure and she resisted the urge to cover her chest with her arms.

"Who the fuck do you think you are?!" She hissed and he looked taken aback for a moment. "Bunch of punk ass wannabes, actin' like you're all great for attacking a man after his match!" The door opened wider to reveal Roman Reigns and Seth Rollins, both looking mildly annoyed, but Dean was turning red. Trying to restrain himself.

"I think you didn't really think this through." Roman spoke, he had a daughter and his patience was alot stronger than his team mates. Sarah ignored him, focusing on the clearly losing it Dean.

"Aww did I hurt the little princess's feelings?" She cooed to Ambrose, inching her face closer to his.

"Little girl I don't know who you are but you better turn your little ass around and skip off back to grandma's house." Seth gestured for her to leave. Again she ignored him and continued smirking at Dean.

"You seemed expecially eager to hit Christian," She began voice full of mirth. "It's easy to beat up another man to cover up any..." She paused running her eyes up and down the elder man. "Short comings you probably have."

Dean reached out to grab her, with a loud laugh she ducked and took off, her plan working. They past some very confused Usos as Dean chased her, Seth and Roman jogging behind them. Seth to watch what happened if she got caught and Roman to make sure Dean didn't go overboard.

Sarah turned one corner, Dean barely a half-step behind her, when she suddenly disappeared. He stopped and turned around wildly, Roman had to supress a chuckle at the psychotic looking man. Dean started searching behind crates and throwing open doors. "Give it up man, your mystery girl is gone." Seth muttered going back to the lockeroom to finish changing.

Waiting a few minutes Dean finally gave up and returned Roman hovering over him, just in case she came out of her hiding spot. Unbeknowest to the Shield she had moved a crate infront of a door, leaving about a foot of space and made sure the door was open before going to the Shield. The door lead to an empty lockeroom with another door that opened to a busy hallway close to the trainers.

"What took so long?" Christian asked suspiciously when Sarah arrived back at the trainers.

"Had to wait awhile for someone to get it." She lied smoothly, he didn't buy it.

"So explain why Chris Jericho came in saying you had barged into the men's lockeroom, insulted Heath Slater, and left to confront the Shield?" He stood, his chest bandaged, face angry.

"Well it seems you have the whole story then." She joked, he didn't laugh. "Except the part where I mind fucked Dean Ambrose and got away with it." That got a smile out of the Wrestler, he patted her hair smooothing it under his fingers.

"Let's get out of here." He sighed as they walked out to the parking lot, Sarah had her hoodie on to avoid detection. Turns out she needed it, Dean was prowling around the lot, Christian spotted him first and quickly shoved her to hide behind a car. She almost yelled at him until she saw the man herself.

Christian motioned for her to stay hidden and slowly made his way to their rental, when he was in position to peel out quickly she started to dash, a hand on her hoodie stopped her. Ragged, warm breathes against her making her shiver. "I'll show you shortcomings, you little bitch." Dean growled into her ear. "I'll wreck you."

"You couldn't even break my hymen." She hissed lowly, grin on her face before she turned quickly and slapped him. His hand loosened for an instant and that was all she needed, she broke out into a run, Dean recovering quickly to follow. As she neared the car it became apparent that she would have no time to open and shut the door before her caught up.

With a low yell she launched herself, barely making it on the roof of the SUV before Jay, who got the same idea, floored it and they left the parking lot, Jay rolled down the window and slowed down the car. Sarah slid into the seat through the window, a wide smile on her face. "Dude that was like something from Fast and Furious."

"I was about ready to run him over," Jay growled, pulling over to check on her. "But I figured with a bum shoulder I wouldn't help much." Sarah just smiled and patted his cheek.

"I'm good at getting out of stuff like this."

"Well let's hope this ends now," He mumbled. "God Sarah you broke every single rule I placed!"

"Hey I did not steal anything!" She glared. "And I didn't get caught on camera."

"Well from now on you are gonna stay in the Diva's Lockeroom or the hotel while I'm in the ring."

"Whatever, I still had fun tonight." She grinned as they pulled into the hotel parking lot.