Dragon

I met Mark for the first time at a wrestling event early on in his career. I was on my first holiday since my parents had been killed in an automobile accident three years previously. Undertaker and his opponent were outside the ring brawling, I was pushed from behind and fell forward my hand touching his arm and we both felt each others power flare together.

What I had felt intrigued me. I had been able to use my power all of my life, my mom like to tell stories of me scaring my dad by using my magic while lying in my crib, but this was the first time since my mother had died that I had felt someone else's power react with my own. I found out that he was going to be at an autograph session a couple of days later.

I waited in line for hours. By the time my turn came Mark had been signing autographs, shaking hands and having his picture taken for hours and he was working on automatic pilot. He reached out and shook my hand. He did a double take when our powers flared again. He looked up, recognising me from the match. We stared at each other for ages, just letting our power flow against each other, feeling a bit like a static charge from a TV. We were brought back to reality when one of the security guys hired by the WWF leant over and asked Mark if everything was all right. Mark released my hand and asked my name and signed a photo for me, he shook my hand again, pulled me closer and asked me to wait until he had finished.

I walked around the store for a while, wondering if I was out of my mind, my mum had always warned me about meeting other people with power like my own, unfortunately she had never gotten around to telling me why I should before she died, but here I was deliberately seeking one out. I had just made up my mind to get the hell out of there while I could, when the same security man came over to me. He led me to a back room where Mark was waiting for me. We introduced ourselves and he asked me out for a meal somewhere quiet where we could talk. The security man, Jim, drove us while Mark and I talked in the back of the car. The car pulled up and we got out, Mark told him that he would call if he was needed. I looked around as Jim drove away, we were outside a huge three storey mansion.

I sat in the kitchen drinking coffee and watching him as he made a meal for us. After our meal we went into the living room and talked for hours. It turned out that, of our parents, our mothers were both the powerful ones, our fathers possessing little or none. By the time we finished talking he knew nearly everything about me and I felt like I hadn't even scratched his surface yet.

We spent the last few days of my holiday together. When he wrestled I accompanied him to the arena and watched him from a front row seat he had reserved for me. I met Paul Bearer, when he wasn't using his ring voice he was a very nice man, very concerned for Mark's well being. I could sense a very small amount of power in him.

At the end of my holiday we exchanged E-mail addresses and I went home to England. We talked together frequently over the years and I spent all my holidays over in the states with Mark, even occasionally making special trips for any main event he wanted me to be at, like WrestleMania 13 when he won the belt. He taught me some wrestling moves and I taught him more about his power. Our relationship stayed that of very good friends, although I was very much in love with him.

Things started going bad when Paul turned his back on Mark, prior to WrestleMania 13. Mark won the belt and everything was briefly all right, Mark learned that with the help of his fans he could accomplish anything. Then Paul started going on about Mark's younger brother Kane, even blackmailing Mark into letting him accompany him to ringside. Mark lost the belt at Summerslam after Shaw Michaels accidentally hit him with a steel chair. Mark was in his feud with Shawn Michaels when Kane made his appearance. I was at the show that night, sitting there with dread as the battle had made its way onto the top of the cell. I had felt the presence of someone powerful not long after Mark's fight started, and when Kane had made his way to ringside I knew who he was. After Kane had tombstoned Mark, Kane starred at me as he passed me while walking back up the aisle.

About that time our conversations got less and less, I could feel him drawing, or being drawn away from me. It didn't help that I was trying to stop a hostile takeover of the computer company I had spent years building up. I barely had enough time to eat or sleep, let alone spend time writing to people, even if it was Mark. I sent him letters and e-mail as often as I could. I wasn't overly concerned when I didn't get a reply as I knew how busy it could get travelling from show to show.

Mark met me at the airport. He was so distant and he hid behind his glasses all the time, I knew he did it a lot, but not usually in front of me. He led me to the limo, where we were met by Paul. Even in the dark interior of the car Mark kept his sunglasses on. I tried to start conversations with him, but to no avail. It was like he wasn't even there, I even tried sending him a message using telepathy, but I was blocked.

We pulled up outside Mark's house, it seemed different somehow but I couldn't put a finger on it. We all exited the car, I looked around taking in the beauty of the grounds from the large lake and forest to the hills sprawling in the distance. Mark picked up my bags and we headed for the house. The doors opened and all the members of the Ministry Of Darkness came out to meet us. I'd met most of them before, especially Midian, Dennis, as he was one of Mark's best friends. Suddenly I was grabbed by the Acolytes, Bradshaw and Faarooq, one on each arm. I tried to shake them off but they just tightened their grip, until I gasped in pain. Paul took a bottle out of his jacket and poured the liquid onto a rag. I knew from watching the shows what it was, this can't be happening. Paul held the rag out to Mark, but he just stood there looking at me. I pleaded with him, but he stood there as still as a statue. Paul looked at Mark, fury plain on his face, as he passed the rag to Dennis. Giggling away, Dennis walked behind me and thrust the rag over my nose and mouth, holding it in place as I passed out.

Mark was confused, he couldn't remember who this woman was, but he felt that he should. He'd felt my mind reaching out to him in the car, and it had felt so familiar, like an old friend. But Paul was the only friend he had, and Paul had warned him about this woman and her tricks. He put me down on the floor, gently brushing his hand down my familiar face. Then he went back upstairs, locking the door on his way.

"She is the one threat to the Higher Power's plans to take over the WWF. She must be destroyed before she can become too powerful, that is why she was brought here, to be destroyed. And you Undertaker are the one who has to do it. You must prove to the Higher Power that you are worthy. Do it now before she realises what we have planned." Paul pushed him towards the basement "And I don't expect to see you again until the job is done."

I jumped into the ring, I knew it was Mark's domain, but I didn't want to get thrown into the bare concrete walls. I tried to avoid him but it wasn't long before he had me backed into the corner throwing punches at me. Everywhere I covered up, he went for another uncovered part or me. He grabbed my hand, whipped me out of the corner and with a hard shove to the back sent me face first into the opposite corner, the air left me body as my chest slammed into the corner. I staggered out of the corner, backwards, only to be knocked down by a clothesline to the back of my head. Every blow I threw at him he just shook off as if an insect were bothering him. I tried drop kicks, sleeper holds, everything.

He grabbed me in a very painful wristlock and after slamming his shoulder into mine a few times, dragged me so he could climb the turnbuckle. In desperation I pulled backwards and actually managed to pull him off the turnbuckle. Unfortunately he didn't let go of my arm and I felt muscles tearing. He got up straight away and yanked me back to the corner. I was in too much pain to put up any resistance this time. He walked the top rope then launched himself at me bringing his arm crashing down over my shoulder. I rolled around the ring in agony, clutching my left shoulder, waves of pain were flooding through my body and I knew I couldn't last much longer.

Mark reached down and grabbed my throat with both of his hands, lifting me up over his head, choking the life out of me. I knew that it wouldn't be long before he finished me off with a tombstone piledriver. He might have been choking me, but it gave me the chance to call upon my power. As black spots started swimming in front of my eyes, I lifted my right hand and blasted him in the face with a bolt of cobalt blue energy. He dropped me and I fell to the mat barely conscious, gasping for breath, and Mark fell back to the canvas with a groan.

I lay there for a while, regaining my energy, desperately sucking air into my tortured lungs. I eventually got the energy together to look at Mark. He was lying on his back, unmoving. I tried to get up, but the slightest movement made the pain rip through my body like a thousand blades. Eventually I managed to get to my feet, cradling by left arm I staggered over to Mark.

"What the hell… Mark we've been friends for over five years and you don't remember me?" I was confused, what the hell had been done to him. Mark set his hands on his hips, waiting for my answer. I sighed "My name is Catherine, we met seven years ago and we've been friends ever since." I saw the confused look on his face "You don't remember any of it... do you?"

"It's nothing that can't be fixed, but I'll only do it if you tell me the truth. Now open your mind willingly or I'll force my way in." I closed my eyes at the thought, forcing could mean death or permanent vegetable status. He touched my face, reminding me to open my eyes. I blocked as much of the pain out as I could, opened my eyes and nodded that I was ready.

As he touched my mind I could feel myself drowning under the weight of his. We'd done this before but it was like he was a different man and this man didn't care how much pain he was causing as he rummaged through my memories. He went deep in to my memories; he made me relive the death of my family in a car accident, the painful rescue, my parent's funeral and the years of painful physiotherapy that had followed. I could hear him asking questions and my mind instantly accessing the memory for him, showing him everything he wanted to know. How we met, what we had done and then how I felt about him. My mind tried to snap shut at that question, but he forced the truth out anyway.

I felt his satisfaction at my responses, then I felt him drawing out of my mind. The loneliness I felt when I couldn't feel him inside my head was nearly as bad as having him in there rummaging around. I came to slowly, tears streaming down my cheeks, I brushed them away and looked at Mark, he was leaning back against the headboard, a look of satisfaction on his face.

"First I'll fix your shoulder." He made me take my top off, saying he needed to touch flesh to flesh, I didn't believe him, but he insisted. Then he made me sit between his legs on the bed, my back leaning against his chest. I'm sure that this was because he found out that I was in love with him. He lightly placed one hand on my shoulder and let his power roll over me. The feeling was absolutely exquisite, like cool waves lapping against my body. My own power instinctively rushed up to great his, like a long lost lover. I groaned at the feeling of our powers, mine blue his black, flowing and merging together, pulling away then starting all over again. He guided our power like an expert, positioning them until I could sense them over my shoulder, making his rush deep into my torn shoulder muscles, mine following like an eager puppy.

As our power healed me Mark watched me, wondering what it would be like to make love while our powers were playing together. He stroked his hand over my stomach then gently up my rib cage. His hands cupped my breasts at the same time as our powers had reached my shoulder, he thought I wouldn't be aware of it, but he just couldn't help himself.

We had let our power flow together many times, but we had never used it to heal before and the feeling was totally different to anything we had done before. I was aware of his hands on me, and I was relishing the contact, as it was what I had always wanted. The feelings created by our power and his hands on my body were like nothing I had experienced before. I arched my back, thrusting my breasts further into his hands, a groan escaping from my lips. I heard, and felt, an answering groan rumble from his chest. I covered his hands with mine, drawing my power away from his, at the same time tugging his hands away from me. He let me draw his hands away from my breasts, placing them on my stomach instead.

After Mark had gone downstairs, I had a shower of my own then explored his room, touching items as I went. I picked up a well thumbed novel from a book shelf and lay down to read. The book was one of my favourites and I quickly became caught up in the story. I looked at the clock and was surprised to see that two hours had passed. Something must be wrong. After he had healed me I could sense his old personality rising back to the surface, something was definitely controlling him. Paul had something to so with it, and distance from Paul was helping my Mark come back.

They led me to the study, followed me in and locked the door. The rest of the Ministry were there, all dressed in ring attire. When I spotted Mark my heart sank. He was dressed in his Lord of Darkness robe. Paul was standing beside him, rubbing his hands together with glee. Mark pushed the hood back from his has, revealing eyes devoid of emotion, everything we had accomplished last night was gone. "Kill her." Paul was laughing hysterically.

I entered the wood, it was dense and I knew the much larger men were going to have problems. Unfortunately not to far in it started to thin out, would nothing go right for me? I was passing through one of the clearings when I came upon some more familiar faces, X-Pac and Road Dogg. I thought I may have found some help till X-Pac cried out.

"I've seen her with Taker. Get her." I sprinted harder, my lungs burning in protest. I'd got the Ministry on one side and X-Pac and Road Dogg on the other, things couldn't get any worse. I was proved wrong when I hit a brick wall dressed in red. Kane. I was thrown back with the impact, but I rolled with it ending up in a crouching position, blue light flashing from my hand, hitting Kane square in the chest. He staggered back under the impact, then I was off running again. I could hear everyone closing in on me.

"Please don't hurt me." He laughed, grabbing my arm and twisting it painfully up behind my back, forcing me to go down onto my knees, my back to him. He grabbed my head and sharply twisted it. There was a loud sickening crunch as my neck snapped. X-Pac and Road Dogg looked on in disbelief. Bradshaw released my body, watching it fall face first to the ground.

"My god, I thought she was with them." He reached down, intending to turn my body over. His hand passed straight thought my shoulder and he jumped back in shock as my body vanished. "What the hell?" he turned to his friends, hoping they had seen the same thing, Jesse was standing there doing an impersonation of a goldfish. Kane stood there his head tilted to one side, he might have been doing the goldfish as well, but you couldn't tell because of the mask.

The dragon smashed through the window, its bulk taking out most of the wall as well. It stopped just short of Mark and looked from side to side. Spotting Paul it rushed him, knocking him flying across the room, unfortunately he landed on a sofa. The video link was still working and that was the next focus of the dragons rage.

"For what you have done to us, I will kill you" it roared then with a slash of claws the monitor, and a fair part of that wall were gone. Sweeping around, its tail knocking furniture flying, the dragon turned its attention on Mark. With a sudden swoop, the dragon propelled Mark back into a wall, threw back its head, then breathed blue fire at him. Mark was amazed to find that he was still alive. The dragon was noticeably smaller after using so much power. "I can't break what they have already done to you, but that will stop them doing it again" the dragons voice had softened and was more like my own, and the eyes had lost some of their blue intensity and were showing dark green.

Mark raised a hand and touched the side of the dragons head gently, to his amazement the dragon sighed and pressed its head further into his hand. He let a small piece of his power trickle gently from his fingertips probing at the mind of the dragon feeling my presence inside. I pulled away from his touch, unaware that Mark had deliberately left some of his power inside of me. I turned away from him facing the window.

"I didn't mean anything by it." He spluttered, waddling out of the door as fast as his legs could carry him. He knew that his control over Mark was lost, Mark was still evil, but now he had no control over him, he just hoped he wouldn't be destroyed. Mark went back to watching the dragon making it's much slower progress back to the forest. He'd felt the full intensity of its power, and wanted it for himself.

The dragon touched down in the clearing, hissing its anger at them. They stood in front of my body, thinking that the dragon was going to harm me. This only made the dragon hiss louder. Before Kane could stop her, Sarah moved towards the dragon. She reached up a hand to touch the dragon but it stepped back. She stepped forward raising her hand again, making contact with the dragons shoulder, probing gently at its mind, she gasped.

I lay down on the bed, Kane and Sarah sat on the side of the bed, one either side of me. They linked a hand together over my body. I could see their powers flowing together, Sarah's pure white and Kane's a bright fiery red. After they had gathered enough power together, Kane placed his gloved hand against the side of my face. I gasped at the feeling of Kane's power, it was nothing like Mark's cool blackness, it was hot. Sarah added more of her own power and the intensity of Kane's decreased. Sarah was there as backup for Kane's power and wouldn't be able to tell what was in my mind. That would be down to Kane. I felt him in my mind, but unlike Mark he was careful not to probe to deeply into my private thoughts.

"What happened? What's wrong?" Kane told her what we found out, he couldn't believe that Mark could be so cruel. Sarah's reaction surprised Kane with a cry of "THAT SON OF A BITCH!!!" his usually calm and collected wife stormed out of the room, slamming the door on her way, leaving Kane sitting on the bed the same thought running through his head.

I splashed my face with cold water, trying to order my thoughts, why had he done this to me? I looked in the mirror and noticed with shock that power was already leaking out of my eyes. I tried to pull it back under control, but was only partially successful. That was what Mark had done to me. He had poisoned my control over my power. Unless I stayed close to him my power would just keep building up. Leaving the country was out of the question, not that I had been going to anyway. He'd also planted a message `Give me your power, or be destroyed.' I left the bathroom, Kane was still sitting on the bed.

By the time Sarah had finished telling me her plan I felt a bit more optimistic, she was right we could use Mark's spell to our advantage. But for it to work I would have to give Mark what he wanted so that I could work from the inside. The main problem was that I was risking having my heart broken, but having Mark back was worth all the risks in the world to me. We found the others and explain our plan.

We arrived early at the arena. I noticed the difference from my last visit to a show straight away. Before there was such a sense of fun about the place, everyone used to laugh and talk together before and after the show. Now it was strange, I could see the wrestlers talking together before going into the arena, but as soon as they got into the building, the same people would start fighting. People were huddled together in little groups and anyone found walking in the wrong part of town, so to speak, was beaten severely.

"Where?" Sarah looked around, knowing I meant Mark. The door opened and Mark, followed by the Ministry, stepped through. The Ministry milled around us in anticipation, it was rare to find Sarah without Kane, so they were hoping they would be allowed to do a little damage. To their disappointment Mark told them, and Paul, to go and get ready for the show.

He started to draw away, I moaned in distress and grabbed his shirtfront. He settled back against me, his body touching the entire length of mine. I wrapped my arms around his waist, desperate to make sure he didn't pull away again. His arms wrapped around me, hugging me closer. I settled further into his embrace with a sigh.

Being close to him was helping me get some control back and with that control came reason. I knew that holding him like this wasn't enough, I had to touch him, I grabbed hold of the back of his shirt and eased it out of his trousers, slipping my hands inside, pressing them against his warm muscular back. I had to get enough control back before he was aware of what I was doing.

"Do you need more?" he looked around, spotting a door behind him "Here, let me help." He opened the door, which was to an unused office, and went in and as I was still holding on to him I went in to. He managed to unlatch my arms from around him, I groaned "You need more contact for it to work." He stripped his shirt off in one fluid motion.

At the sight of his huge muscular chest I totally forgot everything. `My God, those shoulders should have a government heath warning attached', I thought. I sucked in a deep breath, not even aware that I had been holding it. Mark stepped forward and before I could even think, let alone stop him, he pulled my T-shirt off. He looked at me, remembering touching my body as he had probed my mind.

He pulled me back towards him, reaching down he tilted my chin up, angled his head on one side and kissed me. He let the passion build up gradually between us, gently teasing my lips with his own, until I could stand it no longer and increased the pressure of the kiss myself. He parted my lips, sliding his tongue inside, gently probing the interior, tracing over the roof of my mouth. He sucked on my tongue, pulling it inside his mouth, encouraging me to explore his mouth.

Kane reacted with fury and I suddenly found myself the filling between a power sandwich. Kane was pressed against my back reaching for Mark's throat and I was still pressed against Mark. They were both using power, but it was flowing into me, I tried using my power to force them apart but it only added to the problem. Sarah chose that moment to enter the room, seeing my predicament she grabbed hold of Kane's arm attempting to pull him away. She tried using her power to calm him down, but just ended up being caught along with the rest of us. With a huge effort I pushed them all back. They looked at me in shock, my body was glowing gold.

"I was in a car accident when I was 16. Nobody knew quite how it happened, but my parents car was shunted off the motorway by a lorry. We rolled down an embankment and landed in an area where they were building a new bridge. Well you know how they strengthen the supports with metal rods? The car landed straight on them, bonnet first. My parents were both killed outright, I was left impaled on them for five hours wishing I had gone the same way."

I pulled on my top, swearing when I saw that the wardrobe people had picked a revealing skin-tight top, cut so low at the front and back it showed the scars on my shoulder. I pulled a loose long sleeved shirt out of my bag and put it on over the top. I looked at myself in the mirror; I was dressed entirely in cobalt blue. It was interesting to note that Kane, Sarah, Mark and myself dressed in the colours of our powers.

I took a deep breath and nodded. We made our way to the backstage area to meet Sean. Kane and Sean as tag team champions were fighting against the Acolytes in a title match. Sean was watching as Jesse was led backstage after being assaulted by the Boss Man. Undertaker had been on once already taking on Vince to see if Taker's match later that night would be for Taker's WWF championship. Taker had lost his cool and Vince had won. The Acolytes made their way to ringside first, pushing us as they went past. Then X-Pac's music started and he made his way down to the ring.

Then it was our turn. The organ music started, then the deafening explosions, Kane stepped through the curtain, stopping at the top of the ramp. Sarah and I stepped out at the same time. People were used to seeing the Big Red Machine on his own, and the sight of us caused the crowd to fall silent. We stopped either side of Kane, then when he pulled on his glove we all stepped forward together to thunderous cheers from the crowd.

As Mark got to the curtains Shane and Chyna were already making their way down the ramp to ringside. Mark quickly followed them, Shane had grabbed a headset by Jim Ross and was making a fool of himself as usual. Kane and X-Pac were so engrossed in the match they didn't spot Shane or Chyna, but Sarah had. She edged closer to them, so she could run interference if she had to. I stayed put and kept an eye on the match. I suddenly realised that someone was standing behind me. Turning I found my face buried in black velvet. I looked up my eyes meeting Mark's, his hands turned me around back towards the ring. He held me like that as the match went on, one hand stroking the back of my neck keeping me strangely calm.

She turned around asking herself the same question. She made her way back towards us, and that was when Shane decided to strike. X-Pac was signalling that he was going to do a `bronco buster' on Bradshaw, as he started across the ring Shane put a chair in X-Pac's path and he crashed into it. Kane chased after Shane, leaving X-Pac alone. Bradshaw delivered the clothesline from hell on X-Pac and before Kane could get back to the ring the Acolytes were the new tag team champions.

We reached a door with `Ministry Of Darkness' written on it. I knocked on the door and it was opened by Midian, his eyes widened in surprise as I pushed past him. He recovered quickly and stopped the others from following. The room was dark, lit only with candles. Members of the Ministry and the Corporation were scattered around the room. I walked to the far end of the room where I could see Mark. He was sitting on his throne wearing his cloak again. Paul was standing on one side of him and Shane was on the other, they were arguing but Mark was just ignoring them, watching my progress across the room. I stood in front of him.

He pushed the hood back off his face revealing his obvious amusement at what had just happened. I couldn't help it, I smiled back as I remembered the look on Shane's face when the bolt hit him. I gathered my composure back together, desperately trying to keep in mind why I had come in here in the first place. It was difficult with Mark smiling at me, it had been to long since he had shown any emotion other than anger.

"Okay Midian, I'll be there in a minute." He kissed me gently of the forehead "Hell woman, every time I get near you we get interrupted." All I could do was groan. "I hope to hell you give in soon, else I'm going to embarrass myself on national TV." He pulled me close, pressing his arousal against my belly. I groaned again. "You better go." He said pushing me gently towards the door.

Sarah was trying to get details out of me all the way back to the dressing room, but all I could do was blush. Day one and all I wanted to do was give in, and it had nothing to do with needing his help controlling my power anymore, it was purely physical. I wasn't even sure if Mark knew why he wanted me anymore. He tried to kill me, then he healed me, then ordered me killed, threatened to kill me unless I gave him my power and now he seemed to want us to be together, in more ways than one. Maybe it was a result of me putting a stop to Paul using mind control on him. Maybe my friend was coming back. I put off having my showers and watched the match on the monitor with Sarah and Kane, X-Pac and Jesse had left already.

The match went backwards and forwards for a time, then just as things looked like they were going all Mark's way, Austin managed to land a stunner on him. Paul pulled the ref out of the ring before he could get to three. Austin was furious, but before he could get to Paul, the corporate ministry attacked the ring. They beat on Austin until he was tied up in the ropes, unable to move. The lights went off in the arena and a figure appeared at the top of the ramp dressed in a hooded cloak. Whoever it was walked slowly down to the ring. One by one all the members of the ministry, including Mark, fell to one knee. The Higher Power entered the ring and walked over to the immobilised Austin. Austin saw who it was and went ballistic. By the time we made it back to the ring the Higher Power and the Corporate Ministry had left.

The next day we got in touch with Steve. It took quite a while to get him to actually talk to us, something to do with us being "Deadman's property and his brother". Eventually Sarah got it through his thick head that we wanted to help him, and he agreed to meet us on neutral territory. He confirmed my suspicion of the identity of the Higher Power, and we told him our plan and suggested one for him. He laughed at the idea, loving the thought of pulling one over on the Higher Power.

Through the next week we all got our plans moving. Mark wasn't scheduled to appear until the next Monday, but Kane was scheduled for a match against Test on Sunday Night Heat. Sarah went with him and I stayed at home practicing my magic and celebrating by birthday with a pizza and a marathon film session. Mark had phoned me the day before, checking whether I had any plans on going to the Heat taping, making sure that he didn't need to be there as well. Austin was also at the Heat show refusing to tell anyone who the Higher Power was, content to stun a few people instead.

Heat had finished and I was sitting back, remote control poised to start a film, pizza moving towards my mouth. Then there was a pounding on the front door. I put the pizza back in the box and went to the door. Just as I opened it there was a scream from the living room, I glanced over my shoulder while opening the door. Realising that I must have started the video I turned back to see who was at the door. I let out a small scream, jumping back in shock when I saw a giant black bear standing in the doorway, then my brain kicked in, it was a teddy bear. A six foot black teddy bear dressed in an Undertaker outfit, and the real thing was standing right behind it.

We ate all the pizza, talked and watched films until the early hours. We sat together on the sofa, I was in the centre, Mark on the right and `Underteddy' on the left. The sound of the video recorder rewinding woke Mark up. He looked down to find that I was still asleep. During the last movie we had cuddled closer together, he'd propped himself up in the corner of the sofa and I had sat with my back against his shoulder. He shuffled down further on the sofa so that he could lie down. Drawing me up until I was lying fully on him, face down, my head resting on his chest. He wrapped his arms around me and went back to sleep.

Mark awoke first the next morning, seeing that I was still asleep he sighed contentedly. One of his hands stroked the back of my neck and the other wondered down my back in a lazy caress, reaching the small of my back he slipped a hand under my t-shirt. I stretched against him, wiggling to find a more comfortable position. A groan escaped him as his body reacted to my movements. This finally got through to my sleepy brain and my eyes opened with a snap. I sat up, straddling his body, trying to make sense of where I was. Mark gave a low groan, sounding like he was in pain, his hands gripped my hips as I moved around.

Undertaker and the Corporate Ministry made their way to the ring. Undertaker introduced the `Greater Power' and the cloaked figure made his way to the ring. I was to busy pacing around the room to notice what was happening, I had a strange feeling; I could sense a presence in the arena, someone or something I had met before. In the ring the Greater Power was talking and it sounded like Shane, then Shane came to the top of the ramp. Vince appeared on the TitonTron demanding that the Greater Power reveal himself. The hood was thrown back and there stood Vince. That was our cue; we left the room and went backstage.

As Stone Cold was setting the matches for that night, five Druids stepped from behind the curtain and lined up behind the Rattlesnake. Seeing this Vince smiled, Mark however was puzzled; he hadn't conjured them up, for normally the druids were just his power at work. Steve seeing the look on Vince's face turned and looked at the druids.

At his instruction I started gently stroking his back, gradually bringing my power into play. It was different than when he had done it for me, he'd not cared about my comfort, but I cared about his. My power washed over his back relaxing his muscles as it went, I healed the surface first, watching in amazement as the bruises started to fade. I healed as much as I could this way but I knew I needed closer contact to be able to heal more.

I helped him get into position, remembering `the more skin the better' I slipped off my bra, not realising that Mark could see me in a mirror, and did as he had suggested. I put one arm under his head resting the hand on his chest. The other I wrapped around him resting the hand on his stomach. Mark moaned as I pressed up against his back.

I didn't realise he was moaning because he could feel my breasts pressed against him. As he had done I let our power play together first, building his up in strength, feeling it latch onto mine, merging like lovers. My power flowed into him, healing him as it went. By the time I had finished I was absolutely exhausted, I fell asleep in his arms. I awoke a few hours later, careful not to wake him I left the bed and got dressed, pulling a sheet up over his body I kissed him and went home. I made it through the front door, barely, before I collapsed in a heap. I was still there when Kane and Sarah got up the next morning.

Kane was in a match against the Acolytes, I didn't accompany him to ringside. Instead I hung around backstage, keeping to the shadows, waiting for Vince to go passed. I'd met Vince on one of my holidays with Mark. He was a nice man, always looking out for his boys, absolutely brilliant when it came down to business. He had been happy to see that Mark had found a true friend instead of the usual groupies that hung around. He'd tested that my friendship was true by offering me a job as his `personnel assistant', after I had slapped him he'd given me a big hug and welcomed me into the family.

Eventually I spotted Vince walking towards me. It wasn't the same man I had met before; he was pushing people around and enjoying it. I stayed where I was watching his every move. Before long I found out what I wanted to know. Just briefly his guard dropped and before he regained control I caught a glimpse of the demon that had taken over Vince's body, and I recognised it.

"You all know about my accident when my parents we're killed?" they all nodded, Mark I had told years ago, Sarah just a few weeks back, Kane had picked it up when reading my thoughts, Sean and the others I had told when we brought Austin in with us. "What I didn't tell you, or anyone else, is that it was demon that killed them. I saw it, but I couldn't stop it." I walked over to the drinks cabinet and knocked back a swig of rum. "And now I've seen that demon again, tonight."

"He's a powerful man, business wise, not power wise and he's created one of the most popular shown on TV. People watch, listen and imitate, I mean one of the most popular men out there drinks beer, gives people the finger and swears." I pointed at Steve. "Another" I pointed at Kane, "doesn't know right from wrong, setting people on fire and blinding them with lightning bolts. And you," I turned on Mark "Well where do we begin. Setting your brother on fire at two inferno matches, kidnapping Dennis, Stephanie and Ryan, sacrificing Dennis, Ryan and Boss Man. Hanging Boss Man…."

"Hear me out okay?" he nodded, settling back in the chair, his arms folded over his chest. "The plan. It was meant to look like I wanted nothing to do with you. Then when I was desperate for your help I was to turn on Kane and Sarah and join with you. Then I was to work from the inside, gaining your trust and seducing you away from the Ministry." Mark's eyes had hardened with cold anger at my words. "But every time I get anywhere near you the plan goes out of the window. Damn I nearly gave in to you on the first day." The anger had dimmed slightly from his eyes. "Please Mark…" I knelt in front of him "we need your help. This thing could take over the entire world. It has to be stopped before it gets full control of Vince." He gazed into my eyes, seeing truth and love shining through. He leant forward, taking my lips in a passionate kiss, feeling my passion build even with five other people in the room.

"As far as I can gather Vince was still Vince up until a few weeks ago. Until then it was working through someone else, probably Shane. When Steve rescued Stephanie from Mark he managed to stop whatever plans the Higher Power had for her. It grew angry at Steve and sensed the same emotion in Vince, even after Steve had rescued Stephanie, enabling it to gain some control over him. But until Steve has been destroyed that same emotion is blocking the demon from taking total control. We need to keep that anger going."

"Well it's about time they got their act together." They looked at Steve in surprise "Well have you ever had to wrestle him after she went home? There's been a few times I wondered if I'd be able to walk after that big bastard dropped me on my head." All the guys nodded in agreement. "Well I fancy a few beers, anyone want to join me?"

The ride over to Mark's house was great, I rested my head against his broad back and wrapped my arms around his waist, tucking my hands in his jacket to keep them warm. We pulled up outside his house. I stiffened when I sensed the presence of the higher power inside his house. Mark felt the same thing, wondering how he had failed to notice the pure evil radiating from it.

Our lips met in a passionate kiss, our tongues exploring each others mouths. We broke away from each other, passion blazing in our eyes. He ran a hand down my cheek and we kissed again, more slowly this time. His hands moved down my body and before I realised what was happening he had stripped me of all my clothes. He stepped back looking at my body, I tried to cover myself, but he stopped me.

He looked into my eyes and the heat burning in them had my legs turning to jelly. He pulled me close, kissing me as his hands wondered down my body. He cupped my breasts in his large hands the pads of his thumbs brushing over the tips. Bending his head he took a nipple deep into the hot cavern of his mouth, suckling gently as his other hand worked on my other breast rolling the nipple between his fingers. Electric shocks ran up and down my body at the double pleasure of hand and mouth. The feelings pooling as liquid heat between my thighs. His mouth moved on to the other breast, repeating the motions as his hand moving down over my stomach towards my thighs. He parted my legs with a knee and moved his hand lower. At the first touch of his hand between my legs I tensed, but the feeling of his fingers gently exploring my body as his mouth worked on my breast soon had me moaning in delight. He brought me to a peak, then drew back until I calmed down then he pushed me further and further, until I exploded in his arms. My legs gave out and I collapsed into his arms. He picked me up and laid me down on the bed. He stood at the bottom of the bed and removed his clothes, he was utterly magnificent. Broad shoulders, muscular arms and chest, narrow waist, long muscular legs, my gaze swept over him cataloguing every magnificent detail. Finally my eyes fell to his arousal, I was shocked, it was so large. I wondered in panic if I was going to be able to take all of him. Mark could see the panic in my face, in some strange way it aroused him that I obviously thought he was large, but he didn't want me afraid.

He knelt on the bottom of the bed, then stalked his way up my body, his hands, lips and hair teasing me as he moved. He lay beside me, one of his legs draped over mine, parting my thighs. Kissing me passionately his tongue thrusting in and out of my mouth mirroring what his fingers doing inside me. He gently stretched me with his fingers preparing the way for his body, hooking his fingers he stroked at my g-spot making me writhe uncontrollably. He brought me close to another climax then positioned himself, gently easing into me inch by inch, rocking back and forth stretching my body. He stilled feeling the barrier preventing full penetration. He looked down at me in amazement. It eventually got through to my passion hazed mind that he had stopped moving and I opened my eyes.

He took a few more testing thrusts, took my mouth in a deep kiss and thrust past the barrier. He lay still for a while, letting my body adjust to his size, he could feel my body clenching around his manhood. He opened his eyes and looked at me, my eyes were closed, head thrown back turning from side to side on the pillow. He grasped my head.

"Growing up I was always overweight and no one wanted to go out with me, so I never had a boyfriend, if anyone asked me out I was suspicious of them and refused. After the accident I lost my weight so that I could get better, but I was basically a bitch to be around. Then I came on holiday and met you. Well basically I would rather have you as a best friend than settle for second best. I didn't tell you because, well a few weeks ago you were too busy trying to kill me for the subject to come up."

He pulled me on top of him, holding me close his hands running up and down my back in a soothing motion. After a while I felt a lot calmer, then I started to notice other things, the feel of Mark's body under mine, the rise and fall of his chest as he breathed and in particular the feel of his manhood pressing into my stomach. Even though he wasn't aroused he was still large.

I decided to show him what I wanted. I licked one of his nipples, feeling it harden I sucked on it. I could feel his body starting to respond, pressing urgently against my stomach. I sat up, straddling his body. His hands came up cupping my breasts the pads of his thumbs rubbing over my nipples. I arched my back in delight, pressing my lower body against his. In one sudden move he sat up, flipping me onto my back and drove into my body. He stayed still for a moment feeling my internal muscles rippling against him. Taking my mouth with his he started moving inside me alternating his strokes. Slow and deep then short and sharp, every time he felt that I was about to come he stilled his movements until I calmed down then started the torment all over again. Eventually I was out of my mind with need, begging him to let me come. It wasn't until I said that I loved him that he lost control, slamming into my body so forcefully that he moved me up the bed. I reached my climax first, but as my body convulsed around him, he went over the edge as well. His body flooding mine as I convulsed around him. He collapsed upon me and I welcomed his weight hugging him close. He rolled onto his back taking me with him, still buried deep inside me, he could feel the aftershocks still running through my body. We fell asleep only to awake a few hours later to start all over again.

By the time morning came we were both exhausted. He laughed watching my unsteady progress towards the bathroom for a shower. He tried to get up to follow me but his body was too weak and he fell back against the pillows. He heard me laughing, raising his head he saw me looking at him around the door. Through sheer willpower he dragged himself out of bed and made it to the bathroom.

I looked at the bath and shower, although I really wanted a shower to wake me up, I knew I wouldn't be able to keep my feet long enough, and by the look of Mark he was in the same condition. I ran the bath. It was a huge corner one, so there would be room for both of us. I walked over to Mark when the bath had finish running, encouraging him to get to his feet we climbed into the bath. We washed each other.

He gave a mental nod. Mark; I felt his pride, love and a healthy dose of fear. Kane; regret at all he had done to Kane and pride at the man his son was becoming. Me; regret at what he had done, also a healthy dose of fear at what he knew I could do. The Higher Power; Anger, mistrust and hate. Did he set the fire that killed Mark's parents and burned Kane; no. I flashed a picture of the demon into his head and from his reaction knew that the demon was the one responsible. I pulled away from his mind.

"Paul's on our side, so that's one less thing to worry about. The demon thinks that I'm now one of the Ministry." I blushed thinking about my punishment. "So part one of the plan is in action, and I'm sure that Austin can be relied upon to keep Vince pissed off enough so the demon can't take total control." I turned to Sarah "The demon set the fire at their house, making Mark think that he had done it. He was the one responsible for the accident I was in. Has he ever tried to get to you?"

"A few years ago I was involved in a plane crash. I'm a nervous flyer so I had my seat belt fastened and that's what saved me. One of the engines blew apart, tearing into the plane. Some people were sucked out." She shivered as she remembered the screams and the horrified expressions on the faces of the people as they had been sucked out of the hole next to her. "Because of the drop in cabin pressure the plane made an emergency landing. As we were coming down I can remember seeing that face staring through a window at me." Kane hugged her close.

We practised our magic together, Mark and I giving pointers to the other two. We went outside and I showed them all how to conjure up a dragon, before long four dragons, red, blue, white and black were spinning around the sky. Sarah, having a sudden thought, reached a hand out to me, I took it. Our two dragons became one. She then reached out for Kane and his red dragon merged with ours and when I took Mark's hand all that was left was one gold dragon.

At the next Heat taping we continued with the plan. During Kane's match Mark came down. Kane confronted him asking "Do I have to fight you for her?" The next night on RAW they had the match with me as the prize. Paul came down and distracted Sarah, as she was confronting him I struck. Mark had propelled Kane towards the rope and reaching out an arm and yanked on his leg. Kane turned round in disbelief, Mark spun him around by the shoulder and delivered a tombstone. Sarah tried to talk to me but I just knocked her down and climbed into the ring to be with my `master'.

The next pay per view was the King of The Ring. Mark went against the Rock, keeping the belt with the aid of outside interference from me, Paul and, unbelievably, Triple H. Austin went against both of the McMahon's, in a ladder match for full control of the WWF. Shane and Vince won when Vince used his power to raise and lower the briefcase. To keep the feud going Austin gave Vince a stunner after the match.

The next night on RAW Austin revealed that before the King of The Ring, he had added a new clause to his contract giving him a title shot at a time and place of his choosing. He chose that night. We had had to come up with that quickly, a happy Vince was no good for any of us. Mark lost the belt, Kane and Sarah were distracting Paul and Austin managed to get a stunner on Mark, which he had to pretend was enough to put him out for the three count.

Over the next few weeks things really heated up between Austin and Vince. Vince persuaded Austin to sign a first blood match against Mark, with a stipulation of if Austin won Vince would leave, but if Undertaker won Austin would never be able to try for the championship belt ever again. The last RAW before Fully Loaded, things nearly fell apart when Triple H tried to persuade Vince that he could get the job done better that the Undertaker, he had already proved himself a team player at the KOTR by helping Taker. Mark didn't help matters when he took offence at some of Vince's comments. Vince decided that Triple H might have a point, scheduling a match between Triple H and Undertaker to see who would be in the first blood match at Fully Loaded. Triple H locked himself in a room with Vince for most of the show, working his slimy charm on the boss. We arranged things with Austin. When Taker and Triple H were having their match, with Vince and Chyna at ringside, Austin attacked Taker and Rock attacked Tripe H. Austin locked Mark in a blood mobile, leaving Vince defenceless as Rock, Triple H and Chyna had brawled their way out of the arena. Austin managed to open Vince up with the smoking skull belt before Paul let Mark out of the truck, Mark attacked opening Austin up with a beer can, then threw his body out of the ring where he landed on top of Vince's prone form.

By the time of the first blood match at Fully Loaded everything was in place. Mark wouldn't let me accompany him to ringside as Vince was planning on been there. So Kane, Sarah and the rest of us ran interference backstage, we locked all the members of the Corporation in their dressing rooms. Unfortunately we just missed Shane, but luckily Austin was on the ball and managed to stop him doing any damage. We saw Mark give the signal and X-Pac ran into the ring to get revenge on him for his actions earlier. He kicked a chair that Mark was holding, sending it crashing into Mark's face. Austin grabbed a TV camera and hit Mark with it. He fell to the mat, taking the vile of fake blood that his had in his trunks and smeared it over his head. Mark stood up and set Austin up for the tombstone. The ref. came too, seeing the `blood' on Mark he had the bell rung. Austin was the winner. Vince would have to go.

Vince climbed into the ring, ordering Mark to kill Austin. Mark just stood there as Austin delivered a stunner on Vince. Sean and Jesse came to ringside, grabbing the recovering Shane they dragged him back up the ramp. Vince sat in the corner of the ring, fuming, the demon inside of him was fighting to take control of him but Vince's anger at Austin was still blocking him. I made my way to the ring and knelt close to Vince.

I stood up and stood beside Mark. The light went off in the arena and the organ music and huge explosions signalled the arrival of Kane and Sarah. Mark walked over to Kane as they entered the ring, they stood face to face. Everyone, including the demon, expected a fight to breakout between them. Mark stepped back and the two brothers walked side by side over to Vince.

Sarah and I walked over to Kane and Mark. We took up the positions that made our power work best. I stood in front of Sarah, Mark and Kane stood either side of Sarah, holding a hand each, their free hand they placed on my shoulders. The demon built his power up to attack, it was a vile sickly green in colour. Before he could attack we managed to blast him with our combined powers, knocking him back against the ropes. He looked at us, fear plain to see in his eyes when he realised that we might be too much for him. Suddenly he fought back rocking us with his power.

We conjured up the golden dragon, everyone in the arena gasped wondering how these new pyros were been done. The demon conjured up the full force of his power and a snake suddenly started to attack our dragon. They chased each over all around the arena, biting and scratching at each other. Eventually our dragon caught the snake and with a vicious shake of its head the snakes spine was broken. The demon screamed in agony as its hold of Vince was shattered. With its final act it threw all its power into one last attack on me.

I felt something hit me grasping my chest tightening like a giant fist. I was lifted off my feet and shaken. Mark and the others looked on in horror. They could see my chest caving in under the pressure. The fist tightened until I could feel my ribs cracking and popping. I could hear someone screaming in agony then I realised that it was me.

He pointed his hand and let fly with his power, before his cry had died on his lips, Kane and Sarah had joined him. The combination of their power and rage finally killed the demon and with one last scream it was gone. The pressure released and I fell back towards the mat barely conscious. Unfortunately I had been lifted over ten foot into the air, but fortunately as he saw me fall Mark ran into position and managed to break my fall.

While they were helping me, Steve walked over to Vince's prone form, checking for a pulse. Finding none he loosened Vince's shirt, yelling at JR to get some "Goddamn paramedics down here. NOW!!" He started CPR on Vince until the paramedics came down and took over from him. After a few minutes they started to shake their heads. So Steve decided to do his own brand of CPR. He got down to the mat and started shouting in Vince's face, calling him every name under the sun, and then some.

With Vince out of danger Steve walked over to check on the others. Kane was cradling the sobbing Sarah in his arms as the paramedics worked on me. Mark was kneeling by my side holding my hand, begging me not to leave. Despite all that I had gone through, I was still conscious, although I wished that I wasn't. I pushed the oxygen mask away from my face and looked at Steve.

At the hospital Mark was pacing around the waiting room like a caged panther. Kane and Sarah were sitting close together, Sean, Jesse and Steve had gone in search of food and drinks. Steve was sporting a bruise on his chin as he had been the one who had had to drag Mark away from my body so that they could treat me. They had just come back to the waiting room when an obviously nervous and exhausted doctor came in.

"Mr. Callaway, I'm afraid it's not as simple as that. She's pregnant and if we operate we can save her but the baby will die. If we don't operate they will both live but she will be paralysed for life. She's the only one who can make that decision, so we'll just have to wait until she regains consciousness so that we can ask her."

They sat beside the bed looking at the pale figure lying on it. Mark sat on one side of me and Sarah sat on the other, both of them holding one of my hands. Kane stood behind his wife his hand on her shoulder. Mark and Sarah suddenly looked at each other in surprise when they felt power beginning to flare up. Kane also felt the same thing.

They locked the door and started. Throughout the night they took it in turns, one asleep, one healing and the other making sure that nothing went wrong, and fending off questions from the nurses. By morning they just had my back left to finish off, they knew they wouldn't have much time left before the nurses tried to kick them out. Mark stripped to the waist and lay spooned up against my back, Sarah and Kane joined hands together and them placed a hand on Mark's back, boosting his power. I tried to arch away from him as the triple strength power roared through my body. Mark grasped me around the waist and held me in full contact with his body.

When the doctors came around they were shocked to find that they were all still at my bedside. They were even more shocked to find that I was awake, off the ventilators and for the most part recovered. I was still sore around the ribs and my back ached but apart from that I was `fine'. Mark and the others were ushered out of the room while the doctors performed tests on me.

"No… I can't…" I reached out with my mind, searching my own body for evidence of what I knew could not be. Then I felt it, a tiny developing mind, a powerful one. "Mark, I can feel him." I touched the side of Mark's face "listen" I opened up a link between us so that Mark could feel his son inside me. We drew apart, I brushed the tears from Mark's face and he kissed the ones off mine.

"I had this made for you last year with the intention of asking you to marry me when you came on holiday, but things got a little crazy." He suddenly got down on one knee beside the bed. "I should have said this to you years ago. Catherine, I have loved you since the moment we met and I will love you throughout all eternity. Will you marry me?"

With the help of my loving husband to be, it wasn't long before I was back on my feet, except he wouldn't let me get off my back. Within a few weeks we were all ready to appear on RAW. The atmosphere back stage was back to how I remembered it. Without the evil influence of the demon the wrestlers were laughing and talking together, there was still a small amount of tension, but it was just the effect of so many large egos in a small area.

We were due to go on last that night so when the time came we lined up behind the curtains. Undertaker's old music started up, the crowd cheered as they recognised it. Then the cheers got even louder when Kane's explosions went off at the top of the ramp. Backstage the pyrotechnic crew looked at each other in shock, we had told them that we wouldn't be needing Kane or Undertaker's entrance pyros that night. When the smoke cleared then crowd saw us all standing together at the top of the ramp. Mark and Kane started forward first, moving as one, Sarah and I followed a step behind. Our ring attire had been slightly modified at our requests. Mine and Sarah's was the more noticeable costume change, we were wearing leather trousers that were the same colour as our mans, mine black, Sarah's red. We were wearing long sleeved shirts in our own colour, mine cobalt blue, Sarah's white, to keep the wardrobe people happy we were wearing the shirts open down the front revealing tight fitting tops. The back of our shirts had our new symbol embroidered on them, a golden dragon. Mark and Kane at first glance appeared to be dressed as usual, until you looked closer, down the legs of their tights were little golden dragons.

I pointed at our dragons, pointing out the small one in mine and the one in hers. She looked at the tiny burgundy dragon nestled within her white one. She turned to Kane who had been listening in on our conversation, even with him wearing his mask you could see his smile spread across his face. With a squeal of delight Sarah launched herself into her husbands loving embrace.

The day of our wedding arrived. I'd spent the night at Kane's house so he wouldn't see my dress. I hated wearing dresses but Sarah had insisted and when Sarah insisted you gave in quickly or you didn't hear the end of it. Kane left early to do his duty as best man, he looked very handsome in his tuxedo, I'd practically had to peel Sarah off him so he could leave. Kane laughed when he saw Mark. He was pacing up and down muttering.

Father and son looked at each other, they were spending time together lately getting to know each other. Sarah was taking great delight in calling Paul `Granddad', and Paul was taking equal delight in being called granddad. Paul was about to tell Mark off for asking, at least ten times already, if Cath had arrived, when he spotted the limo arrive.

The music started up and everyone turned to watch me walk down the aisle on Vince's arms. I had eyes only for Mark, he looked so handsome in his tuxedo. I noticed with satisfaction that he had left his hair loose for me, it was blowing gently in the breeze. My dress was a traditional in style but not colour, it was blue. I reached Mark's side and Paul started the ceremony, it all passed in a blur for me. I can remember saying "I do", Mark placing the ring on my finger and I could never forget our kiss, but the rest of the time our eyes were locked together.

At the reception Vince, Paul, Mankind and Austin gave small speeches. Mick had tried to persuade us to let him deal with the caterers, but with the vision of tins of pasta being placed in front of everyone we persuaded him to make a speech instead. With the Rock's insisting that we "Know our damn roles and get our candy asses on the dance floor." We had our first dance together, magic would not even begin to describe the feeling of been locked in his arms while we danced. The dance floor filled up, Kane and Sarah went past us.

Seven wonderful months later Sarah and I gave birth practically at the same time. Mark was wrestling Steve when Kane came charging down the ramp with the news that we had both gone into labour. They rushed off, leaving Steve standing in the centre of the ring, muttering about being upstaged again. Both births were relatively easy, although at one point I had threatened Mark's very existence if he ever came near me again. We both gave birth to boys, Michael and Simon.

Our son Michael, as usual, had a handful of his dad's hair grasped in his tiny fist. We handed drinks to Mark and Kane and took charge of the little ones. I sat beside Mark, cuddling up against his side, and started breast feeding Michael I felt Mark's eyes on me, watching our son feed. I looked up and met his eyes, at his look I could have melted.