I own none of the WWE superstars, but I do own all of the other characters.
The sequel to The Return... Sara's all grown up, but is she headed for trouble when she goes on the road with the WWE and finds an unlikely enemy?
Sara Christine Irvine was practically bubbling with nervous excitement. She was in a limo on the way to the arena. Her grandfather, Vince McMahon, had invited her to go on the road with the WWE for a week. It was just part of her graduation present from him. The other part was a cruise with three other people that he didn't think she knew about, but she wasn't going to mention it.
When Sara got to the arena, she headed inside and straight to her grandfather's office. She knocked lightly on the door.
"Come in!" Vince called, but before she could even open the door, it swung open from the inside.
Standing before her was a tall young man with raven-colored hair and hazel eyes. He was lean and muscular. His eyes danced with laughter and he smiled.
"You're mighty quiet!" her cousin, Justin McMahon, said.
"Justin!" she exclaimed, hugging him fiercely. He was her favorite cousin, her uncle Shane's only son, Justin Isaac McMahon. He was only older than her by a few hours, so they were both the same age. They had always been very close, too.
"Sara... I can't breathe," Justin panted. "Can you let go?"
She laughed and let him go. "What are you doing here?"
"Same thing you're doing here," he replied. "Why don't you come in? Gramps wants to talk to us."
She came in and gave Vince a big hug.
"Can't...breathe..." Vince said, wheezing.
"Sorry," she apologized. She and Justin sat down in chairs in front of Vince's desk and looked at him.
"I'll make this brief." Vince put on a serious face, the most serious face ever. "I want you two to look out for each other. Protect each other. Confide in each other." He paused, then smiled. "But most of all, I want you to have fun."
"That's it?" Justin asked. Vince nodded. "You know we would've done that anyway, right?"
"Just making sure. You can never be too sure," Vince said. He looked at his watch. "I have a meeting with some new talent in a few minutes. You guys go off and have fun. Meet some wrestlers and divas."
"Divas? Awesome," Justin said. He grabbed Sara's hand and pulled her to a standing position. "Come on, Sara," he said, pulling her towards the door. "We have to go meet some divas!"
"Bye!" Sara called to Vince, right before Justin dragged her into the hall and shut the door. "Where to?"
"Let's go grab some food," he suggested. They started to walk down the hall to the cafeteria, holding hands, and letting their hands swing between them. "So," he began. "Who are you looking forward to seeing?"
"Batista's son, Mike," she said dreamily. "Can you believe he's a wrestler now?"
"I will be, too," he said. "Don't you see how buff I'm getting?"
She laughed. "Yeah, I see. You must've been working out a lot lately."
"Every day," he said proudly. "Sick or well, I work out."
"Well, who are you looking forward to seeing?" she asked, subtly changing the subject.
"Torrie Wilson's daughter, Tara," he replied. "Or maybe Starr."
"Stacy Keibler's daughter Starr?" she asked, wrinkling her nose. "She's such a bitch."
"I know. That's what makes her so attractive," he said, and they both laughed. They walked around the corner and almost bumped into two people that they didn't recognize.
They all stopped and looked at each other. There was complete silence as they stared at each other.
"Oh, excuse us," Justin said, checking out the girl he had almost collided with. He glanced at the guy, then back at the girl again. The two reminded him of two people, two wrestlers as a matter of fact, but he couldn't figure out which two.
"No, excuse us," the girl said, smiling. She held out her hand and ran the other hand through her long dirty blond hair. "My name is Allie, and this is my twin brother Jason. You can just call him Jase, though."
"I'm Justin and this is my cousin Sara," Justin replied, shaking Allie's hand. When he let her hand go, he elbowed Sara lightly in the side. When she didn't speak, he smiled apologetically at Allie. "Sorry. Cat's got her tongue."
"It's ok. Jase here is strangely quiet as well," Allie said. "Well, it was nice meeting you... We should all do dinner together sometime."
"Sometime like tonight?" Justin asked. He usually wasn't so fast but this girl was pretty hot.
"Yeah, tonight sounds good. We'll be there," Allie replied. She smiled and pulled Jase away down the hall.
"She's a good-looking girl, huh?" Justin commented. Sara didn't reply. He turned to look at her and found her face strangely pale. "Sara? What's wrong? You look like you've seen a ghost."
"Its nothing," she said quickly, shaking her head and biting her lips, which looked so much like her mother's. "I just think they kind of resembled...someone."
"Yeah, me too," he said, looking concerned. "But it didn't really freak me out. You, however, look really disturbed."
She smiled at his concern over her and the color returned to her face. "I'm totally ok," she assured him. "Now why don't we just go grab our food?"
"Yeah, ok," he agreed, and they headed down the hall to the cafeteria.
Meanwhile, at the opposite end of the hall, Jase stopped walking and looked angrily at his sister. "What's wrong with you?" he asked her.
"What?" Allie asked innocently.
"You know what I'm talking about. Getting friendly with those...people," he said, frowning.
"Hey, it's not either of their faults that Dad got thrown in jail for the first ten years of our lives," she said. "We've been over this already a million times."
"She had both of her parents for her whole life," he said bitterly. "And all we had was Mom. And she had to do it all alone because Dad was locked up."
"Drop it, Jase. Sara seems like a nice girl, and her cousin Justin is hot," she said.
"So. It's all Sara's parents' fault that our Dad was locked up. And once everyone found out Mom was pregnant, they talked about her so bad," he said, getting angry. "I want revenge for everything Mom had to go through by herself."
"Forget it. No revenge. We're having dinner with Sara and Justin tonight, and you will behave," she said. He started to protest but she cut him off. "Don't forget, I am the older sibling."
"Only by a few hours," he said, rolling his light brown eyes and raking a hand through his shoulder-length dirty blond hair. "Like that makes a big difference."
"It does," she said. "We're both 18 but I'm still older than you. And from the way you're acting, I see it makes a big difference on the maturity scale as well."
"So what?" he said, putting his hands in his pockets.
"Just chill. Now we have a meeting with Vince McMahon and it's not wise to keep him waiting," she said.
"Yeah, yeah," he grumbled, and they headed over to Vince McMahon's office...
Who are the parents of Allie and Jase? Take a guess and I'll let you know if you're right or wrong in the next chapter!