I don't own any WWE wrestlers or figures utilized in this story. This is all from the mind of a brilliant scientist.

One year later...

Randy walked up to the Levesque house dealing with the somber atmosphere. He sighed, the rainy depressed look wasn't helping his mood any. It had been one year since that, awful day that gave them all nightmares. He closed his eyes, he could still smell the smoke. Rubbing the back of his neck, he rang the doorbell hoping that for once, something would lighten his mood. He gave a short smile when he saw Steph open the door and a ten month old Ryan waddle up beside her. Randy couldn't help but to reach down and pluck the chubby legged boy up. He smiled at his name, Ryan. The cute brunette haired baby had been named after his Raya Ann. He felt the marble catch in his throat. He took a deep breath and swiftly moved into the house. He kissed Steph on the cheek.

"How are you holding up?" Stephanie shrugged and fiddled with her hands.

"Some days are better than others." Randy nodded, didn't he know it. Stephanie cleared her throat. "Um, Paul's upstairs in his office. He should be free." Randy nodded shortly.

"Thanks." Setting the baby down, he walked up the stairs. As he walked throughout the house, Randy felt an odd sense of resentment, like he didn't belong here. It was weird, like it was all his fault. Like everything and everyone blamed him. Shaking his head, he shrugged it all off. He blamed himself. On most days, Raya Ann, was the only thing, that crossed his mind. Not his wife, not his son, not even his job. He sighed, he missed his baby. Shaking his head, he realized that nothing had been the same since that day. It was like a piece of him had died. A piece he could never get back. He rubbed his eyes and leaned against the wall, some days this dream just felt too real.

Paul rubbed his eyes as he sat staring at the mounds of papers on his desk. There were some days where his emotions overwhelmed him and he couldn't think. Today had been one of those days. He'd been working since just after seven and he'd gotten absolutely nothing done. He grunted, he didn't even know why he even bothered to try and work today, today of all days. He shook his head, he should have known it wasn't going to happen. Getting up, he pushed himself away from his desk. The images that he'd tried for so long to suppress came flooding back into his consciousness. It was like it was yesterday. His mind drifted back to that fateful moment where it had all changed.

There standing in the hospital the Levesques held their breath as the paramedics continued to force air into their daughter's lungs. They watched her lungs accept wind and then reject it out. They stood there clasped hand in hand praying that this day wouldn't end this way. It couldn't. They wouldn't let it.

Taking a deep breath, the two exchanged glances as the doctors spoke to each other. Steph's eyes held fear, but no words escaped from her mouth. The fear was too real to let her mind drift to anything other than her daughter lying there breathless on the table. The head doctor shook his head. Paul heard the squeal of distress in his wife's throat. He gripped her tighter. This wasn't real, this was simply a dream. It had to be, but Paul's wishes came to a crashing halt when he saw the doctor pull the sheet over the girl's face. Able to not hold it in any longer, Steph let out a wail of disbelief while Paul gripped her shoulders. The two slumped to the ground in sorrow and distress. The world as they knew it was gone forever.

Raya slid away from her computer desk and smiled at the screen. This was a thing of beauty. Smiling with pleasure she spun around in her chair. "Living up to the McMahon legacy?" She nodded. "Oh, I'd definitely would say so." She heard her door crack open.

"McMahon? Last time I checked, you were a Levesque." Raya smiled slyly.

"And the last time I checked, Leveques, weren't known for ca-ching! McMahon's get all the money." Paul smiled.

"Haha," he said sarcastically. He walked up towards her and turned her back towards her computer. He kissed her head.

"So, what were you working on? That English assignment that's two weeks late?" Paul said with a raised eyebrow. She shrugged.

"An article for the school newspaper." Paul gave her a look.

"More like, homework for English class and written journal for therapy." Raya smiled.

"So, kill two birds with one stone." Paul rolled his eyes.

"You're right, you are a McMahon." Raya smiled. "A forever schemer."

"Only, when it's beneficial." Paul smiled at the beautiful miracle before him. He wasn't sure what was on that page, but he knew that if were anything like the majority of what she'd written in the last year, it was a variation of the day that he'd almost lost her. That awful day. He smiled at his daughter, because that day had turned out quite alright. That was the day he'd gotten her back. Upon entering that ambulance, his baby girl fought with everything she had and pushed out the smoke that filled her lungs. Paul still remembered his ecstasy that filled his mind at that moment. She was alive! Smiling like a goof, he picked his daughter up and spun her around. Raya smiled.

"Daddy, it's alright." The man set her down still smiling. "I'm alive and well." Paul nodded.

"That you are, kiddo, that you are." Raya smiled at the large man. When she looked at him, all she saw was the love that he'd implanted into her. "I love you." She wrapped her arms around his large waist.

"I love you too." Pulling back she shot him an innocent look. Paul rolled his eyes and walked from the room. "I'm not giving you your car keys back." Raya groaned.

"But, it wasn't really my fault. Ally wouldn't get in the car."

"And you and Jake were just 'watching the stars' at the beach too, right?" Raya rolled her eyes.

"We were just talking," she huffed. "But come on, I mean, it's been two weeks." The man rolled his eyes.

"And I said a month." Groaning, Raya continued to follow her father down the stairs.

"Daddy, come on, you cannot be serious." Paul rolled his eyes. "I mean, I'm sixteen and I have a status to maintain...Daddy!" she said when the man paid her no mind and walked into the dining room. Grunting she followed him. "Daddy!" she said before she stood there mouth agape. There before her was a room full of balloons and her closest family members, and a banner that read...'Our Miracle' Raya felt the tears rise into her eyes. Paul pulled her into a hug kissing her head.

"I love you, kiddo." Raya nodded and buried her face into his torso. The man smiled and looked around the room. "Looks like someone is just a bit emotional." Raya felt herself laugh and turn around to face her family. Smiling as she saw her most favorite people before her...Shawn Michaels, Kevin Nash, Chris Jericho, Bret Hart, Vince and Linda, the babies Aribelle and Ryan...the last person was the one that meant the most though...Randy.

Raya smiled brightly as she walked towards Randy and engulfed him in a hug. Ever since that dreaded day, Raya and Randy had enjoyed a bond that could never be broken. A bond thicker than blood. Raya's love intensified for Randy on that day and never subsided. In short, he was her hero. She smiled, the man that saved her life. Randy lent down and kissed her hair. "I love you Rae-Bear."

"I love you too, Randy."

"You know me and your mother always imagined a life like this for you." Raya looked up at him with tears brimming in her eyes. "I think she'd be quite pleased with who you are." Randy kissed the top of her head. "Our little Rae-bear is all grown up." Raya smiled up at him.

"Thanks Dad." Randy's face began to glow. Ever since that day she'd use the term spastically, but it never failed to melt his heart when she did. He couldn't imagine that he was still her daddy after all these years and all that had happened..all the pain he'd caused her. He smiled at her. By the grace of God she'd forgiven him and he was still her daddy. Most days he couldn't fathom it, but he was, he really was, and man was he proud of that. Randy quickly pulled Raya to his chest so she wouldn't get to see him cry.

"I'm proud of you, Rae-bear." Raya rolled her eyes.

"I love you." Randy smiled down at her with shining eyes.

"I love you too." As if on cue as soon as the words came out of his mouth a large collection of fireworks went off in the sky...in the middle of a blazing drought. Randy quickly moved away from Raya to look into her eyes. "Did you do this?" Raya opened her mouth but all that could be heard was Paul.

"Raya Ann Bradley-Levesque!" Raya turned to see the fuming man running towards her. Raya smiled at Randy as she broke free from his embrace and took off out of the sliding glass door. She jumped off the porch and ran like her life depended on it, with Paul hot on her trail as she ran in zig zags. Randy shook his head, his girl had stayed the same despite it all. He laughed, as another round of fireworks went off in the air. "Trouble maker.," he said to himself. He smiled, same ole Raya...

Taking a deep breath Randy looked towards the sky and smiled. "We did it, Lizzy, we really did." Randy smiled as he watched his daughter be taken down to the ground by her father and tickled to death. He shook his head, that was his girl. His mischievous girl, his Rae-Bear. His life had come so far. He had almost lost it all, but somehow he didn't. He had his dream, it had finally come true. He had his baby, he had his wife, he had his son, he had his dream life. His life was good indeed. Randy smiled as he saw Raya's smile glow under the afternoon sun. She turned and waved at him. He smiled and returned the wave, his life was a dream come true.

...I'm not that evil. ;)