Disclaimer: Sadly, I still don't own anything besides the horrible plot and Fallon. Gavin and Shadow also belong to me! Mine!

CHAPTER ONE

"Must you bring that thing everywhere we go?"

Jeff looked at his fiancée of five years with raised eyebrows, flashing her a charming smile. "Actually, no sugar, I don't. I just choose too."

"I'm fixing to 'choose' to stick my foot up your ass." Fallon cautioned.

"But I like my I-Pod!"

"Jeff! You're driving me insane with that thing! At least turn down the damn volume."

Grumbling, he did so.

Fallon sighed gratefully when she could no longer hear his music. Weren't headphones supposed to keep the noise in? She stared out the window of the airplane, watching the night sky. It was hard to believe she was returning to the WWE after a nine year absence. What the hell was she thinking?

Her son -Gavin- who was almost nine, was spending the summer with Shadow and Kane's boy, Dante. Odd names just ran wild in that family.

Eight years… that was a long time, especially for a woman. But she was going back nonetheless.

Initially, Fallon had stepped out of the spot-light due to her now ex-husband, the Undertaker. The man had literally ran her into hiding.

Well, she was back. Hopefully after all this time he'd take the damn hint.

***

"Fallie!" Shadow shrieked when she seen her best friend, rushing to give the other woman a hug. "It's good to see you back."

The change in Shadow's personality never failed to astonish Fallon. When she had first met her friend, Shadow had been shy, introverted. Though she'd eventually grew out of it, she had always remained calm and aloof. Now however… she was bubbly and warm. Proof that love did work miracles.

That was a scary miracle though.

Fallon smiled, stepping out of the embrace. "It's good to be back." She admitted, next letting the never changing Kane pull her in for a spine crunching hug.

"Nice gear." He said quietly, looking down at her when he'd stepped away.

She shrugged, snapping the black fishnet arm warmers she wore. "I like it." Her outfit was courtesy of Jeff's creative talents. Dark purple cargo pants, strategically ripped in certain places, a black mesh shirt over a black tank top and sneakers he had designed himself.

"You're still dressing like a punk."

"I live with Jeff Hardy, you expected anything less?"

He chuckled almost in spite of himself. "Not really."

"I didn't think so either." Fallon's gaze shifted onto a group of passing Divas, trying to remember their names, they were after her time.

Obviously. She was certain Shadow was the only remaining 90's Diva.

"What the fuck are you staring at?" One of them snapped.

"A whole lot of nothing."

"Alright, ladies, let's not." Kane stepped in between the two before blows could be exchanged.

"Come on Kane, it looks like she could use a lesson in respect." Fallon growled, trying to get past him. Her dander up so to speak.

"Look, old timer, apparently you don't know who I am, so-"

"Michelle, darlin', what's going on?"

Fallon tensed at that all to familiar drawl. It was the same voice that haunted her nightmares.

Mark Callaway -more commonly referred to as his stage name of the Undertaker or 'Taker- halted when he seen her, his eyes unreadable behind the black sunglasses he wore. "Fallon." He inclined his head curtly.

"'Taker."

"You KNOW this bitch?" Michelle demanded sharply.

"She's my ex-wife." He rumbled, arching an eyebrow. The history between him and Fallon wasn't exactly private. More like one of the favorite stories people liked to recite when gossip got scarce.

"Everythin' alright?" Jeff asked cautiously, appearing at Fallon's side, looking concerned. With good reason. He took her hand, squeezing it reassuringly.

"Everything's fine." Fallon said tersely.

***

"That was awkward."

Fallon nodded, watching Jeff bleach his hair. "Tell me about it." She sat on their hotel room bed, brushing out her own long black locks. "It was definitely something I could have done without, especially on my first day back."

"I know." He began binding plastic wrap around his head. "Sorry bout that, honey."

"It's alright, it was expected. Who was the blonde by him?"

"Michelle, why?"

"Kane stopped me from beating her ass."

Jeff started laughing.

Smiling, Fallon stood up, tossing aside the hair brush. "I'm going to go get a soda, want anything?"

"Whatever you're having, Fallie."

She shook her head, already knowing to bring him back an energy drink. It didn't take long to locate the vending machine. Thankfully the air conditioning was on throughout the corridors because it was hotter then hell. July was always such a fun month.

Since it was a Coke machine, Jeff would have to settle for a Vault, the poor dear.

A pair of hands cupped her curvy hips before she could retrieve their pop, the heat searing through her silk shorts to the flesh beneath. It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out who's hands they were. She'd recognize the feel of them for as long as she breathed.

Taking a deep, calming breath, Fallon slowly turned around, confirming what she already knew. Her ex-husband was towering over her, his hands adjusting along with her. "Hands off, 'Taker. You remember what happened the last time?"

Mark remembered all to well. She had returned to work for a brief period of time for the sole purpose of hospitalizing him. Quid pro quo as he had hospitalized her beforehand. He wasn't underestimating her ever again. He knew what she was capable of but he wouldn't present his back to her either. That gave him the advantage.

"I'm not fixing to do anything." He snorted derisively. "Just don't be bending down in them shorts, I don't want to see your ass cheeks hanging out."

"Why do I not believe you? And WHY are your hands still on me?" She demanded, placing her palms on his chest and pushing.

Mark looked amused, obviously not budging an inch under her effortless shoving.

"I mean it, get the hell out of my way."

He stepped aside, the barest hint of a mocking smile on his thin lips.

Huffing, Fallon stormed past him.

"Forgot your drinks, Fallon."

***

"Ouch…"

Jeff stood over his fiancée, a foot on either side of her shoulders, looking down at her. "You alright?"

"Is my head still on?" Fallon asked weakly, blinking to clear her vision.

"Yeah…"

"I'd forgotten how much this hurts."

"Honey, you've been outta the game for years now." Jeff pointed out, helping her up. "You'll readjust."

A second later, she had returned the clothesline, about knocking his own head off.

Jeff groaned, cradling his head with his elbows. "I said readjust, not just bounce back. Thanks…"

"Anytime, babe, anytime."

***

"Well Fallie, you feeling up to returning to the ring?"

Fallon looked at Matt and half shrugged. "I guess, not like it matters, it's tonight regardless."

"That's true. Who're you facin'?"

"Victoria."

He smiled at her glum tone. "Yes, you're one of the few remaining divas from the old days."

"Don't start, I already feel old."

"Torrie Wilson is around your age." Matt consoled. "You're not old, Fallon."

"Matt, in this business twenty-five is pushing it. Thirty-three is a bit risky to be making a come-back."

"You'll be fine."

Fallon buried her face in her hands, wondering if she'd done lost her mind.

***

"We'll have the ambulance on standby for when you break one of them arthritic joints." Michelle laughed when Fallon approached the gorilla position.

Fallon ignored it, trying to keep her mind on the task at hand. It wasn't like she was out of shape, or really that damn old. She was actually in the best shape of her life. After her hysterectomy she'd been cautioned about how much easier it would be to gain weight and how much harder it would be to lose it.

Her response had been to apply herself to a moderate diet and workout regime. Her body was fit and toned from her dedication to remaining healthy and in shape.

Even with her pop habit.

"Maybe you're afraid Vic will knock out your dentures?" Melina suggested with a vicious smirk.

"I'd be more worried about your extensions coming out." Fallon cautioned, beginning to lose her patience.

Melina's hands instantly went to her hair.

"Fal, damn girl, it's been a long time."

Turning, Fallon found Victoria approaching and grinned, recognizing an old face. "So you finally made it off the ho train and into the Divas?"

"Not much of a difference, is there girls?"

Huffing, Michelle and Melina took off.

"Ready to see if you still got it?"

Fallon just nodded, listening for her cue. When her music hit the P.A. system, adrenaline coursed through her body, pumping her up.

Overall the match went well. It was a lot of give and take, Victoria doing a hell of a job putting Fallon over. Obviously, Fallon won, thanks to an old friend's willingness to 'lie down.' The reaction from the fans was mixed. Some people recognized her from the WWE's golden age the 'Attitude' era, more newer fans had no idea who the hell she was.

All in all it was a good comeback.

Best of all though, Jeff was waiting when she reached the back. He held out his cell phone, grinning broadly.

Arching a curious eyebrow, Fallon took it. "Hello?"

"Momma, you were wicked out there!" Came Gavin's excited voice.

She flashed Jeff a smile, the sound of her son's voice sending warmth washing through her. "Thanks, honey. How's camp?"

"Borin'. I miss ya'all."

"We miss you too."

"Can I come on the road with ya? Dante is goin' to join his momma and pops next week."

"Is he now?" That was news to her. Kane and Shadow had failed to mention that fact. "Let me talk to dad bout it first."

Gavin sighed dramatically. "Alright…"

When they ended the conversation, she relayed Gavin's request to Jeff, a hint of worry on her face.

"If he wants too…" Jeff trailed off awkwardly. "It's not like we can tell him no without givin' him the reason behind it." He wasn't surprised when she began shaking her head no. "Dante's goin' to be here?"

"I guess so."

"Let's bring Gav on the road with us then."

Even as he said it they couldn't help but exchanging worried looks.