A/N: I just did a speech in school where I said wrestling wasn't as fake as everyone thinks. It went on for a good fifteen minutes or more. Anyway, Owen Hart became a big part of that. So the idea came into my head to write a story about how his family was still trying to cope with his death. So I hope you like it.

Disclaimer: I own my OC, Katrina, and nothing else. Because KiwiStar is not only an awesome writer, but also a cool person, she's letting me use her OC, Shay, who belongs to only her. Her story, "Unlikely Attractions," is amazing by the way. You should read it if you love John Morrison. :)

Take It Away

Katrina Hart didn't like to put things into words. When she wrestled, she made an impact with her actions. With the same mischievous personality of her father, Owen, before her, she was easily loved by WWE fans all over. Unlike the majority of the other Divas, Katrina was considered a unique beauty and a good wrestler.

The taping for "Raw" was over. Katrina had just nearly killed one of the Bella twins with a kick to the head. As she now walked down the almost empty hallway, the Calgary native felt someone tapping on her shoulder, signaling for her to stop.

That someone was Gail Kim, one of her close friends in the company. "Hey, Kat. Great match tonight. I think I saw Kelly Kelly hanging backstage with the rest of the SmackDown people and she had her mouth wide open afterward." Gail chuckled. "She is horrific."

Katrina flashed a smile at her. "Well, anyone who starts out in this business as basically a stripper with no talent can only go so far. She can only take so much good wrestling. And Eve is Diva's Champion? I'm sorry 'cause I know she's getting better, but come on! You and I are still on the roster." Katrina threw her hands up in exasperation. "Vince needs to get his brain straightened out."

"I know," sighed Gail after the rant was over. "It's getting ridiculous. We are working harder than any other girl here, but no one cares."

Shaking her head, Katrina said, "Hey, I gotta go, but I'll see you tomorrow, right? You'll be on the road with us?"

Gail grabbed her friend's hand and pulled her into a hug. "Uh-huh. Where else would I be? Do you seriously think I'd abandon you and leave you with the bimbos?" she asked rhetorically. "Not on your life."

Letting out a little giggle, something Katrina did rarely, she escaped Gail's grasp. "All right, then. If I don't see you by noon, you're head is mine."

"Yeah, right," Gail scoffed. "Like that'll happen." She waved and began walking towards the parking lot. "Buh-bye, Kat!" She was gone before Katrina could say anything.

Katrina, alone once again, proceeded to walk towards her dressing room. Once she got there, she gathered up her stuff, including her black and white ring attire. Unlike her family in the Hart Dynasty, and her uncles from the Hart Foundation, Katrina didn't wear pink and black. For her, even though there were good memories, there was a large amount of bad ones also.

With all of her clothes in her bag, Katrina gazed at the final item yet to be put away: a silver bracelet with a heart pendant. When she was younger, her dad had given it to her. The heart hanging on it had a lightning bolt going through it; Owen Hart's former logo. It was her good luck charm. She didn't actually wear it all that often, but every time she wrestled, she hooked it to her belt loop. When it was given to her all those years ago, she cherished it. When her father died, it was all she really had of him.

She looked at it for a brief moment before dropping it in her purse. Pulling out her iPod, Katrina scrolled through the artists and chose something simple, the Plain White T's, to listen to. Putting earbuds in, she got lost in the music while she picked up her bags. Soon she was out the door, hands full and silently grooving to the music.

While she was listening to "Hate (I Really Don't Like You)" she was oblivious to everything until her head collided with a man's chest, tripping backwards from the impact.

Rubbing her temple, Katrina let out an "Oof," earning a laugh from her collision partner. She felt the man's hand wrap around her wrist, pulling her to her feet.

"You okay?" the familiar voice asked. "I wasn't paying attention. I'm really sorry."

Katrina looked up at Phil Brooks, better known as CM Punk, and had to admit she was surprised by the apology. She hadn't known Phil all that well but she didn't imagine he would ever feel sorry about something, just based on the character he portrayed. "Oh, it's fine. I wasn't looking or anything…" she trailed off.

"No, no. I'm the one who knocked you to the ground, Katrina," he said, sounding a tad embarrassed.

Katrina nodded. "That is kinda true." She noticed that Phil was getting her bags that were sprawled on the floor.

Holding them, Phil asked, "You want me to, uh, bring these to your car or something? I'd be happy to help. It's the least I could do."

"Um…Yeah. Sure. Thanks," said Katrina. She took her purse though, not wanting her bracelet to be away from her. She led Phil to her rental car. While walking, she tried to make small talk. "So why have are all the SmackDown people here?"

He shook his head. "I don't really know. We were all just bored and figured we'd stop by and see how it was all going."

When they got to the Ford Taurus, she popped the trunk and he put her bags in. She closed it just as quickly as she opened it.

Phil looked at her, seemingly taking her in. "I'll see you around, I guess," he said after an awkward silence. "Oh, and once again, sorry for nearly knocking you out. Purely accidental."

"Don't worry about it. I'm fine. No broken bones or anything." She shrugged and waved. "I better get going. I'll see you."

With a grin planted on his face, Phil waved back and turned on his heel to begin his walk back to the doors of the arena. Katrina got in the car and unintentionally slammed the door loudly.

While in the dark blue vehicle, she thought about what she believed to be Phil's abnormal behavior. When she wasn't being introspective, the rest of the ride proved to be uneventful.

Upon arriving at the hotel, Katrina didn't hesitate to take her luggage up into her room. The Pittsburgh night air was biting so she ran as fast as she could to get to warmth. With the room's door closed, she threw her bags on the blue, carpeted floor. She sighed and sat down on the edge of the bed, which gave an annoying creak.

Since she had nothing better to do, Katrina changed into her nightclothes, a classic Hart Foundation shirt and a pair of bubblegum pink shorts. She pulled her shoulder-length blonde hair into a ponytail and picked up her purse. In her wallet was a section of pictures that she decided to look at. There was one with her and a few of her wrestling friends, Edge, Maria, and Cody Rhodes, when they were sightseeing in England. The next one was taken with her cousins, Nattie and Shay. At the time of the photo, the three girls were hanging out on the beach. The final photo was of Katrina and her dad. They had posed for this when she was thirteen. Sitting in her room, tears now pricked at her eyes, for this was the last picture she ever took with Owen. He died about a week later.

When a knock sounded at the door, Katrina stuffed the pictures in her bag. Wiping her eyes to see if tears were present, she tip-toed to the door. She didn't know why she walked so quietly; no one else was in the room. She turned the knob, opening the door.

It was Edge. "Adam!" Katrina screamed, throwing her arms around his neck. "What are you doing here?"

"Oh, this and that," he replied. "I was just wondering what your excuse was."

Katrina furrowed her brow. "Excuse me? What…what are you talking about?" She had no idea what she needed an excuse for.

Adam smiled wryly at her. "You know, your excuse for leaving the arena without saying good-bye to me, your best friend in the world. I get drafted to Raw and when I get here, I only get to talk to you for five seconds, and then I get no 'Good night, Adam.' And now you're not even inviting me into your room! This is the thanks I get?" He crossed his arms. "How rude of you!"

Stepping aside to let her friend in, she chuckled. "Sorry, Ad. You know me. I can't stand hanging around the arenas.

Adam sat down on the bed and patted the spot next to him. "Come on, Kitty Kat. Shall we discuss how lucky we are that we didn't get stuck in Europe a couple weeks ago? Stupid volcanoes, huh? Erupting at any time. Ridiculous."

"It was pretty funny, wasn't it?" Katrina said, leaning her head on Adam's shoulder. Then she playfully poked his stomach. "It's a good thing you weren't stuck there. Who knows what kind of food you'd find. You already eat enough."

"Hey," he protested and grabbed her hands. "That was just…not very nice at all. Jericho's fatter than me."

"Ah, yes. Chris is pretty chunky, but you're catching up to him. I don't know how proud you should be."

"All right! All right!" Adam stood from the bed. "If you're just gonna sit here and insult me, I'm gonna cut my visit short. Plus, I wouldn't want to keep you from your beauty sleep."

Katrina snickered. "You need it more than I do."

Narrowing his eyes, Adam said coolly, "Yeah, right, Kat. You need to quit lying to yourself. This is the pure vision of beauty. And you have your dad's weird nose." His cool demeanor left and was replaced with a grin. Adam kissed Katrina's head. "Good night, girlie."

"Night, Addie," she responded as Adam made his way to the door. "Hey, we should go get breakfast together tomorrow."

"Kat, you have the best ideas," said Adam. "But if you ever call me 'Addie' again, you will never be able to eat breakfast." With that, Adam walked out, slamming the door behind him.

Once he was gone, Katrina busted out laughing. She loved Adam and never minded what he considered his anger. He was one of her rocks when it came down to it but she loved mocking him. When her head hit the pillow, all she could think about was how she would never stop calling him "Addie."

Unfortunately, her good thoughts did not make for a good night's sleep. She tossed and turned. When she woke up, the clock read five o'clock.

"Ugh," Katrina groaned. She shoved the covers off her body. She pushed her bangs out of her eyes and sat up. Once she was out of her bed, she wandered aimlessly around the room. Slightly stumbling into the bathroom, Katrina went to the sink. Upon turning the facet on, she splashed cold water on her face. Looking up, she glared at her reflection. "What am I gonna do for the next three hours?" she murmured to herself.

Her iPod sat on the nightstand in its pink glory. With her earphones in, she listened to some Blink-182, a favorite of hers. She eventually fell asleep but that didn't last long. She was up again, this time, shaking.

For eleven years, ever since the death of her father, Katrina always had a recurring nightmare. She could never remember what it was about, however, but she did know it was bad. She was always left terrified.

Katrina took her phone out of one of her bags and called the one person who she knew would listen: her cousin, Shay.

On about the fourth ring, a groggy sounding Shay said, "Hello?"

"Um, hey. It's me, Kat." Her hands could not stay still as she held the phone. "I, uh, hope I'm not interrupting anything."

"Oh. N-no. Don't worry. You're not barging in on anything," Shay said. "What's up?"

Katrina sighed. "I…I had that dream again."

"Really?" asked an intrigued Shay. "H-have you figured out what happens yet?"

"No," she answered. "Shay, I don't think I ever will. It's just so weird. I don't get it. It makes no sense. I'm scared," she whispered.

"It's fine," Katrina's cousin comforted. "Everything is gonna be fine." There was a pause. "Hey, I gotta go. J-John's calling me. I'll talk to you later though, 'kay?"

"All right. He really misses you while he's on Raw, you know. Well, see ya," Katrina said. Shay said her good-bye and hung up, taking her boyfriend's call. She wished that Shay had come to the "Raw" taping. If she was here, she may have felt a little better.

For the next couple of hours, Katrina had a routine of sitting in her bed, getting up and pacing around, getting a drink of water, then repeating. This went on until she heard a tap at the door.

"It's unlocked," she called and the door flung open.

"Hey, Kat," a beaming Adam said as he walked into the room. He looked her over. "You gotta change. We're not going out while you're in pajamas."

Katrina looked down at herself. "Oh, yeah. I'll be right back." She grabbed random articles of clothing and headed to the bathroom. She hurried while changing, and, when she finished, she ran out the door.

"Nice," Adam said upon taking in her choice of outfit. With her ripped jeans and pair of
Converse, she wore an Edge "Rise Above" t-shirt.

"That was purely accidental," she stated. "I just pulled it out without looking."

Smirking, Adam said, "Sure you did."

"Oh, quit it and take me to breakfast," she said, tugging on his arm and yanking him out the door. "Where we going?"

"Um…" Adam scratched his head. "There's a McDonald's across the street. I'm sure they have hash browns."

"Like you need more hash browns." Katrina rolled her eyes. "Let's go." She pulled him away from the room and they childishly raced away from the hotel, across the street, and into the fast food powerhouse.

While inside, everyone was looking at them like they were crazy. Adam paid no attention to those gawking. Instead, he said, "Go pick a seat. I'll order the food."

Embarrassed by her previous actions, Katrina picked out a secluded booth in the back. A few minutes went by until she saw Adam making his way toward her. He handed her a milk carton, along with the sausage, eggs, and hash brown that came with it.

The two began eating. "So," Adam started, breaking the silence. "How's everything on Raw been? Everyone nice?"

"Yeah. You know, I didn't know how I'd feel when I actually got here, but I gotta say, it feels pretty awesome." Katrina sighed. "I mean, a lot of them are bad wrestlers, but they're all pretty kind."

Adam took one of her hands in his. "Your dad would be so proud if he were here right now. The rest of us are. He's smiling down at you. I bet he's like us though, waiting for you to become Divas' champ."

Katrina ran her fingers through her hair. "That won't happen any time soon. I wonder what was going through Vince's mind when he didn't let Gail win it."

"Oh, Kat. No one ever knows what that man is thinking. Most of us don't even care anymore. We gave up wondering." He took a bite of his egg. "You see, McMahon is crazy."

The look on Adam's face was thoughtful, solemn. But the fact that his mouth was filled with eggs made Katrina lose it. She started to cackle and he soon joined her, bringing more attention from their fellow eaters.

It wasn't much later when Katrina and Adam made their way back to the hotel. They stopped in front of Katrina's room.

While Adam stood outside in the hall, Katrina stepped into her room. "It was good talking to you," she said. "You've been on SmackDown for so long…"

"Same here," he replied. "Parts of the draft were good, parts were bad. I still can't believe John and Shay were separated. And Chris, too. At least Shay is gonna have Jay there to keep her company."

Adam's words made Katrina dejected. "Way to be a downer, Ad."

"Sorry. It's just facts. I just wonder why it worked out that way. I was hoping all of us could be together. You know, just like old times. We could let John know how Canadians do it."

"Do what exactly?" asked Katrina.

"Uh, make Canadian bacon. Duh. It's not the same in America, idiot."

"Whatever. Drafts are stupid anyway. I don't know why we do them. It just tears everyone apart," Katrina said.

Adam sighed. "You're right. I was hoping I could work with Jay again, but I guess that won't happen. I've got to work with Orton."

"Oh, Randy's not so bad." She watched Adam's expression darker. "Okay you're right. Well, no matter what brand we're on, we are still gonna be the closest group of friends this company has ever seen." Katrina thought for a second. "We're tighter than the Clique, aren't we, Addie?"

"Addie" groaned. "As long as you quit calling me that," he said, through gritted teeth. Then he leaned down and kissed her cheek. "I gotta go. I'll see you later, Kat."

She waved good-bye. "See ya, Adam." She closed the door and sat on her bed. She looked around the room and decided it would be a good idea to pack her stuff up. She would have to be on the road again soon. Besides Gail Kim, the Hart Dynasty would be waiting for her, probably to brag about their Unified Tag Team Championships.

Was that good so far? Or was it bad? I'm not so sure. I'm sort of afraid actually. Just let me know what you think. :)