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The Way to Eden	By : Esquirella Category: WWF/WWE > General Views: 3514 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the celebrities of WWE/WWF. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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“Where’s Jeff?” Todd asked the next morning as he and Tara sat across from each other at the breakfast table.

Tara looked up blankly then shrugged. She hadn’t slept much and could barely keep her mind on anything but the conversation she’d had with Shannon the night before. She’d crept carefully into the bedroom in the early morning hours trying not to wake Nora, but her new acquaintance wasn’t asleep and had surprised her with a warm smile as well as an offer to talk. Tara thanked her but hadn’t taken her up on it. She felt that this problem with Shannon was hers and hers alone. Now she stared back down into her coffee cup morosely and hoped to avert the attention of her brother.

“Tara?” Sven suddenly asked as he came into the room and took a seat beside her. “What is wrong?”

“Nothing,” she sighed then stood up. “Look, I’m going out for a bit before we leave tonight.”

“Tara,” Justin said quietly.

Tara turned to her father.

“What is it?”

“It is nothing,” she replied in her Rio voice, the Russian accent lilting the words. “I just need to focus.”

She calmly picked up her purse and her jacket and headed out the door.

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“Something happened last night,” Sven said quietly to Justin as they both stood on the front porch to watch her walk down the street. “She never used to need so much time to get into character before.”

“She is lying,” the dark haired man replied. “She did not become Rio so quickly just to focus. He said things that upset her.”

Sven didn’t need Justin to elaborate on just who “he” was. There was only one person who could unravel her so quickly, and that was Shannon.

“Were we perhaps wrong to let him have her?”

“Who knows for sure,” Justin shrugged. “But I do not believe we could have saved her from the Series without him.”

“I do not question his love for her. It is his heavy-handedness that worries me this time.”

“Me, as well,” Justin sighed as he reached for the door handle. “I will call him.”

“No, I believe I will be the one to speak with him this time,” the blonde man replied.

“You do not trust me?”

“That is not the issue,” Sven sighed. “You have been the one to handle him most of the time while I have tended to her. I believe my perspective on this matter will be more useful.”

“And perhaps keep me from threatening him?” Justin said as he quirked an amused eyebrow.

“Do not fool yourself as he did,” the Scandinavian man smiled. “I am every bit as dangerous to him as you.”

“More so, actually.”

“Mmm,” Sven said noncommittally. “Anyway, you will have your hands full dealing with our other daughter’s paramour.”

“Paramour?” Justin exclaimed. “They have just met!”

“Well, the telltale bloodstain on Eden’s bed indicates Jeff has claimed her,” the blonde said mildly.

“How did you see that?”

“They rose early to change and take a walk. I snuck into Eden’s room just after.”

“I will . . .”

“Be careful, love,” Sven smiled. “Jeff is more sensitive than Shannon.”

“How can you be so sure?”

“A ‘mother’ senses these things,” he shrugged good-naturedly. “And Jeff has been with no one since he met Tara.”

“You cannot honestly believe that.”

“I know it,” Sven said quietly. “Tara has told me she has tried to get the others to help her find him someone, but he refused. And Todd, Drew and Shane have been watching him. He has not pursued any offers, and he has had many.”

“Still, this does not mean he can just waltz in . . .”

“What I am trying to tell you, my lovely but thickheaded mate, is that when I say he has claimed her I mean just that. He loves her.”

Justin grumbled an angry reply but it was too low for Sven to hear, so he just chuckled and hugged the dark haired man from behind.

“I am certain she loves him, too,” he said. “And he did bring her into our lives, after all. So, while I agree he needs to be spoken with, I think you need to be cautious.”

“Hmph!”

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Tara stared down at the gravestone sadly. The was the second time in as many days she had gone to her first husband seeking the comfort he used to be able to easily provide her. And yet there was nothing he could do for her now. She pulled off her large scarf and set on the ground then sat on it and pondered her problem as she wiped off some residue from the stone with a tissue she had in her pocket.

“Ben,” she whispered. “I thought things were finally better for me. But I see now that I can still cause trouble even when I don’t mean to. You were the first one who ever made me feel like I was a good person.”

The only response she received was a soft wind that lifted the crimson locks off her shoulders for a moment.

“I know Shannon is only acting out of anger to protect me,” she went on sadly. “And I’ve tried so hard to change so that he doesn’t have to do that anymore. But I can’t leave Rio behind me completely. She saved me before he did. She showed me I could protect myself.”

A lone tear drifted down her cheek as she pulled out another tissue to wipe away a sniffle.

“It’s not like I want to go back to the fight club,” she explained to the grave. “I don’t. But I can’t sit back and watch Serpentina make Shane pay for Eden’s mistake. And Eden’s just like me, Ben. She is, only taller and more scared. She deserves the chance to live a normal life, just like Shannon told me I did.” She sniffled again. “Only now I’m not so sure I really do. Why do things always go bad for me just when they’re going so well, Ben? Why?”

She gave into her tears for a moment and buried her face in her knees.

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“Let me go to her!” Eden whispered sharply. “She told me I was her sister!”

She and Jeff had been walking around the town to get her some fresh air and give him a chance to escape the worried expressions worn by Todd and Nora. They hadn’t meant to come into the cemetery, but Eden had spotted someone who looked like Tara from the distance and they wanted to check to see if it was. Sure enough, they’d followed the small fighter to the site of her first husband’s grave, which he shared with their daughter.

“No!” Jeff whispered back as he held her in place behind the tree. “This is ‘er private time an’ ‘ow d’ya think she’d feel if she knew we ‘eard ‘er?”

“But”

“Bu’ nuthin’!” Jeff hissed. “’Sides, ya hafta keep me from killin’ ‘er ‘usban’ now.”

“But Shannon’s your best friend!”

“An’ ‘e obviously ‘as no idea what ‘e did ta ‘er,” Jeff replied.

“She’ll always be that important to you?” Eden whispered sadly.

“She’ll always be m’sista, Eed-baby,” he smiled lovingly at her. “Jus’ like she’s yaws. Bu’ tha’s all she’ll eva be ta me.”

She searched his face then smiled back at him. He reached down and pecked her lips softly before helping her up and walking out of the cemetery quietly before Tara could see them.

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Tara sniffled again and lifted her head. She thought she heard whispering but as she glanced around she couldn’t see anyone. She wiped her eyes and nose again, blowing harder than she’d intended to.

“Can I help you?” a deep male voice asked from behind her and she looked over her shoulder to see a familiar face stare back in puzzlement.

“Tony?” she blurted out as she jumped to her feet. “Is that you?”

The slim, dark haired man looked closer at her for a moment then smiled. “Tara?”

“Yes,” she said as she self-consciously touched her dark red hair then held out her hands to greet Ben’s best friend. “It’s me.”

“What happened to the hair?” he asked as he grasped her hands in both of his own.

“Long, long convoluted story,” she sighed. “I didn’t expect to run into you here.”

“I could say the same,” he replied as he still held her hands. He looked them over carefully, apparently noting the gold wedding band around her ring finger.

“I know,” she frowned guiltily as she looked down. “I don’t get back up here as often as I should.”

“He wouldn’t fault you for that, you know,” Tony said quietly. “He would be relieved as anything to know you were able to keep going after he passed.”

Tara shrugged and looked away, pulling back her hands and slipping one into her pocket. Then she stooped down and picked up her scarf with her other hand and shook it out.

“Hey, you wouldn’t happen to have time for coffee?” he asked hopefully.

She looked up curiously at him and he laughed.

“You could tell me that long, long convoluted story, and perhaps catch up with an old friend?” he offered.

“Hmm,” she murmured. “Why not? Does the Chelsea City Café still have the best lattes in town?”

“I wouldn’t start my day without one,” he grinned and offered her his arm.

As they bid the grave goodbye and walked out of the front gate, Tara sent up a silent thank you to Ben. She didn’t think Tony’s appearance was a mere coincidence. And it would be good to have a completely objective ear to sound off on.
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