Kathryn Prince // Number One

Happy birthday, Margaret :) I finally got this up...months later. haha. but happy birthday :)














*July 5th, 2018, Northwestern Hospital, Chicago, IL, Kathryn Prince's POV*


I sat up on the table, and took in a deep breath, before buttoning up my blouse. I know what you're thinking- but you're wrong-

"So Doctor...be honest with me...is their any improvement with my kidneys, or are they worsening?"

Didn't expect that, did you?

My doctor let out a sigh while also rubbing his temples, before looking at me, "If you really want the truth, You won't like it." Now it was my turn to let out a sigh, before he continued, "I think it'll be best if we up your rounds of Dialysis," He paused to grab his notepad and a pen, then in his already bad doctor-like handwritting, scribbled something on their, before ripping it out and handing it to me, "I want you back here tomorrow at 10am for a round of Dialysis, and we'll discuss it more then, alright?"

I wanted so bad to say something, ask the question I've been dying to ask, but I'll see him again tomorrow, so for now, I just nodded and grabbed my stuff and left.

***

I looked around my dark, rented Chicago Condo.The walls were filled with pictures of me- baby pictures, childhood pictures, teenage pictures, and my favorite- my wrestling pictures. I looked at one in particular, all the way back from 2011. The 2011 Elimination Chamber, to be exact, when for the first time, I beat Kasey Angel to become the undisputed Women's champion, the second person in history, behind her. Of course, there's been like, a million other people who've been added to that list since then, but I was one of that people who practically made that title.

I looked at that picture again, and before i knew what was happened, a tear slipped from my eye and landed right on the picture, and then, the tears just kept coming. I couldn't even stand up anymore. I just collapsed up against another wall, crying, while holding the picture tightly against my chest.

"I used to be happy...healthy," I began, "Now....I'm fucking dying of Kidney Failure, living in a city where I know no one just to be by my doctor in case anything happens, and I'm all fucking alone..." The tears were no totally uncontrollable.

My contract with WWE was up two years ago, and I chose not to resign, due to the fact that when Kasey Angel left, she practically took the whole women's division with her. Seriously- after she left, they tried to give me more storylines, but all of them were complete shit. My last gig with the WWE was at Summerslam, in a "Diva's Bikini Contest", because they've stooped that low again so it's all about the looks and the models, and that's not why I joined that business. Recently, I've had other wrestling promotions that were serious about the women's division offer me contracts, but with me....problem, of course I can't do it.

"This is the definition of nothing...." I said to myself, trying to wipe away the tears.

*Northwestern Hospital, 1pm*

"Miss Cook!" My doctor said, coming into my Dialysis room, a big smile on my face, "How are you feeling today?"

"I feel like i got all the wind sucked out of me," I said. I just finished with a round of Dialysis, and if you've never gone through a round, well first- lucky you, and second- It's not the greatest feeling in the world.

"Well, I'm here with news," My doctor smiled, sitting in the chair across from my machine.

"Good or bad?" I asked, weakly running my hand through my hair.

"It's about getting a transplant," My doctor said. Even though it was weak, I couldn't help but let a smile show. 

"Now," My doctor began, "I just got your blood test results back from the lab, and it turns out, you have a rare blood type-"

"Isn't that bad?" I asked.

"Not necessarily," He began to explain, "See, because of that, we're able to bump you up on the waiting list, and you are Number Two."

"Number Two?" I asked with an eyebrow raised, "Who's Number One?"

"Reverend Dash, from Christ Community Church a couple blocks down," My doctor said. "His conditions worsening, though, sadly. If we can't find him a donor soon, he'll be gone."

My doctor continued to say some more stuff- but I tuned him out. The Reverend is currently literally on his death bed, dying from what I have because he can't find a donor. What if I can't find a donor, either? That could be me....that will be me.

"Miss Cook?" My doctor said, getting me out of my thoughts. I looked at him, with a raised eyebrow, then looked and saw he had his arms extended and an open hand, with something in it, "You're going to need this beeper, in a case if Reverend Dash doesn't need it or another one becomes available, we need you to keep this beeper on with you at all times so we can notify you and get you over here in time for the transplant."

"So, that means I'm stuck in Chicago until one magically becomes available?" I asked.

"I'm afraid so," My doctor said, causing me to sigh. "Well then, I'll see you back here tomorrow afternoon for another round of Dialysis, until then, Miss Cook."

I firmly grasped the beeper in my hand, looking down at it.

"Looks like you're my new best friend."

****

Beep...Beep....Beep....

No, that wasn't my beeper, telling me it was ready for my transplant. I gave up on that thing beeping years ago. That's the sound of my lifeline from the monitor here in my hospital room. Currently, I'm lying in my hospital bed, unconscious, losing my long-fought battle to Kidney Failure. Now- everything feels differently, a feeling I've never felt before, and i hear one last sound, and I realize what's going on.

Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep

I'm Dying.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

I woke up, covered in sweat and heavy breathing. I turned on the lamp next to my bed. The light came on, and reminded me of my surroundings- I was in my rented condo, in my bed, and currently, it was 3:54am. My breathing calmed down, and I slowly got back under the covers in bed, turning the light off as well, and I started crying....again. I miss the old me, I'm unhappy with the current me, and I'm scared of the future me. That's when it hit me- 

I can't be number two, I Need to be Number One.

****

"Morning, Carla!" I said, walking into the hospital wing I was assigned to with a big smile on my face.

"I haven't seen you this happy since you started treatment," Carla said, looking up at me from the magazine she was reading.

"Eh," Was all I said. "You wouldn't happen to know what room Reverend Dash is in, do you?

"Hon, I'm the head nurse, of course I do," She said, giving me that sassy black-lady look that she pulls off so well, "Room 150, it's down the right hallway."

"Thank you!" I smiled, before walking that way.

Room 148...Room 149...Room 150.

I walked into the room, seeing no one else was in there, except an unconscious man, hooked up to a machine. Just looking at him disgusted me, yet feared me as well. I shut the door behind me, so no one could walk in or hear what was about to happen.

"Hey, Reverend..." I said, as I slowly walked over to his bedside. 

Once I got there, I looked down on him, then put one of my hands under his head and lifted it up, taking the other to grab the pillow that was under it. I quickly removed my hand from under his head, causing it to thump down onto the bed. I grasped the pillow in both of my hands, before taking a deep breath.

Then, I brought the pillow down on his face, and started suffocating him.

"Listen up, Reverend," I growled through my clenched teeth, "I'm way too young to die. There's so much stuff I still need to do, and stuff I need to make right. You on the other hand, you're practically best friends god, and with your old age, you practically have nothing left to accomplish. So just do the right thing and die already, and let me have my fucking chance to live."

I removed the pillow from his face, and looked down at his still unconscious body, inhaling a deep breath, then I turned around, hearing the door open and seeing a nurse come in.

"Oh, I'm sorry to interrupt," She said, "I'll only be a minute."

"It's okay," I said, looking back at the Reverend, "I was just fluffing his pillow for him."

***

I just got done with a round of Dialysis, It's been a week since my doctors, kicked it up, and it's really kicking my ass as well. The Reverend's condition hasn't changed, which means I'm still Number Two.

I was currently in the hospital, well..no, walking out of the hospital, when I heard a voice, calling my name.

"Kathryn?" That voice was all two familiar. I turned around, and I couldn't believe it.

"Alex...?" I asked, in complete shock. 

Years ago, Alex and I used to date, but that relationship ended when he left me to try and win back his ex-girlfriend at her wedding. We worked together, so occasionally I'd see him backstage, but I haven't spoken a word to him since the break-up, and I haven't even seen him in two years. The only reason I'm talking to him now is because he's the only one in this city I actually know.

"Hey...Long time no see," Alex said, walking closer to me. It was then when I realized he had his right arm in a sling.

"What happened?" I asked him, he sighed.

"Injury last night at a Pay-per view," He said, "It was here in Chicago, so instead of traveling back with RAW, I just stayed here, and i might stay here for a couple more days..."

"Oh...that's cool..." I said, starting to stare off.

"So, why are you here?"

Those five words scared me- I can't tell him I'm here because of Kidney Failure, that If I don't get a donor, I'll die.

"It's a long story..." I said.

"Don't Worry, I've got time," He said, I just sighed.

"I don't," I responded. Then, I decided to just clear out, and I walked right past him, but he wasn't done.

"Maybe you can tell me over coffee sometime?"

I turned around, and saw him staring at me, sincerity and hope in his eyes.

"Did you just ask me out on a date?" I asked him, and eyebrow raised.

"Maybe, a day to catch up...?" He suggested, "It's been a long time...I mean, If you don't want to, I understand but-"

"I still have your number, I'll call you sometime," I said. Alex grew a smile on his face, but before he said anything, I turned around to walk again.

Suddenly, I felt really dizzy, as if I was going to pass out. I sat down on a nearby bench in a hallway to catch up with myself, unaware that there was a little, spikey blonde hair boy next to me.

"Are you okay?" He asked me, curiousity in his voice. I turned my head and looked down at him, then shook my head.

"No, I wish I was though," I explained.

"What's wrong with you?" He asked me.

"I just... I don't feel good," I said, not wanting to scar him with details.

"Well, you're going to be okay, right?" He asked.

"I hope I will be..." I sighed.

"My mommy's always saying that in the end, everything's going to be okay, and if it isn't okay, then it isn't the end," The boy said. I looked at him, Impressed.

"That's a good motto to live by," I told him.

"It's the motto you should live by, too, lady," He said to me. "You'll be okay someday, just don't give up."

I looked at him for a moment- I was getting life advice from a little kid who couldn't be older than 6. Have I really gotten this low? Then, the little boy stood up, and started to walk away, but I called out after him.

"Hey, kid!" I shouted, causing him to stop and turn around, "Why are you here?"

"Because, My Mommy And Step-Daddy have to pick up my new little brother, Eli."

***

I sighed, as I walked into the Reverend's Room again. He was still  unconscious, but this time, I came in with flowers. I shut the door behind me, and I walked over to his bedside and placed the flowers down on the table. I took in a deep breath, before I started talking, already starting to fight back tears.

"I'm flat-out not ready to die," I began, "I'm only in my 20s, I shouldn't even be worried about dying...but for the past couple months, and especially as of late...that's all i can think about. I shouldn't have to though. Up until today, I felt as if my grave was being dug, and I was just sitting down, watching it....directing it. But today...things changed. I met a few people...and I got hope back, and I realized....that in the end, everythings okay, and if It's not okay, It isn't the end...." By now, tears were freely falling from my face, "And I'm not ready for the end yet, I know I need more time...so please...just throw me a bone...help me out...please. Just help me out...."

I wiped the tears away, before walking out of the room.

***

For the past week, I've made it a habit to walk into the Reverend's room, a new set of flowers everyday, but today was different.

I Walked in with an empty cup of coffee from a 'catch up' day with Alex, as well as flowers, and his room was completely empty- no flowers, no people...not even the Reverend. I looked around confused, until I saw a Nurse come in after me.

"I'm sorry," She began, "But Reverend Dash passed away late last night, His family's hosting a funeral in two days, would you like me to tell them you dropped by?"

I didn't respond right away, as My brain processed it, but after a moment, I managed to say something.

"Sure, go ahead," I said. She walked up to me and grabbed the flowers.

"And who are these from?" She asked me, asking for my name.

"Kathryn Prince....I'm Number One."

Patrick Kane // The Search For Something More

*June 9th  2012, a little after 2am*

“GOD DAMMIT!” Patrick Kane screamed, honking his horn over and over again with his left hand.

“Cussing isn’t going to help,” Paul Lloyd---better known as Justin Gabriel, said, in the passenger seat.

“Yeah, neither will you or these damn handcuffs,” Patrick gritted through his teeth, honking again.


Right now, Patrick Kane was stuck in Chicago traffic at Midnight, handcuffed to his ex-fiancee’s and baby momma’s new man, on the way to the hospital since his baby momma was now actually having the baby. This wasn’t exactly how most people picture the day their child is born, but it wasn’t supposed to be like this, exactly.

Yesterday, Patrick and Kat had gotten into a fight since her due date was quickly approaching and Patrick had yet to get the crib for their son done, and Kat ended up feeling bad, so she asked his friend and teammate Jonathan Toews to throw him a little party, his last party as a free man before his son came.

That party didn’t end up well.

Patrick ended up getting handcuffed to Paul with no key to get them out, and then Patrick had gotten a call from Kat’s friend Kristen saying she had gone into labor, and everyone headed to the hospital. That was two hours ago, Paul and Patrick still aren’t anywhere near the hospital.

“DAMMIT! This isn’t how this was supposed to happen!” Patrick yelled again, punching his steering wheel.

“How was it supposed to go?” Paul asked him.

“Not like this…none of this was supposed to happen,” Patrick said, trying to calm down to explain, “I was supposed to be with Kat, and we were supposed to have this kid…together, as a family, and now…everything’s just fucked up.”

“Yeah, well uh, I got news for you,” Paul began, “Life doesn’t always work out how people plan, but you know what, you still have a kid about to come any minute now, so get your shit together. You may have grown up around a good family with good parents and all, but Kat didn’t, and she won’t let you ruin your son’s life by being an asshole. Get it together.”

Patrick took a moment, and took in a deep breath as well. Like he said- this isn’t the ending he wanted to happen, but you gotta take what life gives you, and life was giving Patrick a son.

“Come on,” Patrick said, opening his car door.

“What?” Paul asked, as Patrick tried to get out, making the handcuffs tug.

“Come on,” He said, pulling Paul, harder this time, until both of them were out of the car.

“Where are we going?” Paul asked, as they were on the sidewalk by Chicago traffic at 2:49am.

“We’re going to the hospital.”

***

Patrick and Paul went running into Northwestern hospital and into an elevator that take them up to the labor and delivery wing of the hospital. They went past the room full of all the newborn babies, but ignored it, then went looking for the lobby.

“Alright, I just gotta figure out what room Kat’s in…” Patrick said.

“Um…I don’t think that’ll be too hard,” Paul said, pointing behind Patrick.


Patrick turned around, and he saw a waiting room full of people- People he knew, people Kat knew, their friends, every single one of them in there, just waiting. Patrick and Paul ran in and everyone in there immediately started talking to them about what was going on, but Kat’s good friend Kristen Brooks got them to shut up.

“Basically, Kat’s really close to being able to deliver, and she’s been REALLY pissed off since neither of you have been here…” Kristen began, but then noticed they were handcuffed, “And she’ll also be really confused…”

“It’s been a LONG night…” Both Paul and Patrick said.

“Hold on…” Patrick Sharp said, rising. His fiancee’, Sarah was sleeping and resting her head on his shoulder, but he gently moved it so he could get up.

He walked over to them and grabbed their wrists that were being held together by handcuffs, and took a key to unlock them.

“I found the key, so um…yeah,” He shrugged before sitting back down.

“Great,” Patrick said, “Now, where’s Kat?”

Kristen was about to open up her mouth to speak, but then a nurse ran past the waiting room, and she focused her attention on her, as well as did Patrick and everyone else in the room.

“Dr. Reese,” She said, running up to a doctor, “Your patient in room 309 is fully dilated and ready to deliever.”

Patrick’s head turned around to Kristen, who just smirked at him.

“Kat’s in Room 309.”

***

Patrick went running into Room 309, where he saw tons of doctors in there, as well as Kat, she looked sweaty and tired.

“Hey,” Was all Patrick said, as he went by Kat’s side. Kat turned her head a little to see Patrick.
“Oh my god….you’re finally here…” She said. Then, she smacked him. “Where the hell have you been!?”

“Well-”


“Miss Dawson, we’re ready to start pushing,” Dr. Reese said to her. Patrick lifted his arm up to her and opened his hand.

“Just grab it and push,” Was all he said. Kat did just that, and started pushing

After two counts of 10, a total of 20 seconds of pushing, Kat was completely out of breath.

“Alright, I can see the head,” Dr. Reese announced, “Kat, for the next ten seconds, I need you to push as hard as we can, and we’ll get that baby, you can do it.”

“Yeah, you can,” Patrick said to Kat. Kat took in another deep breath, then started pushing again.


Then, the room was filled with nothing but a baby's cry, and then, that baby was given to a nurse, who gave it a quick bath, then put a red blanket around him, and a red cap over his head, then handed him to Kat, his mom.

“Welcome to the world, Lucas James Kane,” Kat said, while holding him for a moment. Patrick couldn’t look at him, he was still grasping onto that he was now officially a father. He was now responsible for a growing, breathing little boy, his son. His partying days are over, he’s got another life to think about now.

“Patrick,” Kat said, pulling Patrick out of his thoughts. “Do you want to hold him?”

Patrick turned around and in front of him was his ex fiancee’ and baby momma, with their son in her hands, offering for him to hold him. Patrick nodded, then walked over and got his son in his hands, and that’s when everything changed.

Suddenly, he felt as if his life had meaning to it. Like everything bad that has ever happened to him, like everything good that’s happened to him, It just didn’t matter. Nothing could compare to this.

Patrick stared down at his son, before opening his mouth to speak.

“Hey, Lucas….I am your father.”






*October 25th, 2017, 8am*

Patrick put on a muscle tank, as well as shorts, his usual work-out gear. Today was a game day for the Chicago Blackhawks, and while he had morning skate at 10am, he still has time to kill, and it’s also a really beautiful day in Chicago, so he decided to do an old past-time favorite that’s he’s done over the summer with his now 5 year old son, Lucas. It was his week to have Lucas from Kat and Paul and their new daughter, Bianca, who was just two years old.

Patrick walked down the hall and peaked into Lucas’s room, and he looked asleep still. Patrick then knocked on the door, loud enough to wake Lucas up.

“Knock Knock,” Patrick said. Lucas rolled over to his side, facing Patrick.

“Who’s there…” The five year old said, groggly.

“It’s time to get up,” Patrick said with a smile. Then, Lucas rose a little.

“Hey, dad.”

“Yeah bud?”

“Knock Knock!”

“Who’s there?”

“Ya.”

“Ya who?”


Then, Lucas pulled his blanket off of him, to reveal he was wearing his dad’s #88 jersey he had gotten for his birthday, as well as shorts and sneakers.

“YAHOOOOO, IT’S BLACKHAWKS GAMEDAY!” Lucas shouted, with a huge smile on his face. Patrick smiled as well, and chuckled at his son.

Like his dad, Lucas loved hockey. Lucas wanted to be just like his dad when he grows up and play hockey too, he wants to play forward like his dad. Everything his dad did, Lucas wants to do, better. Since he was five though, Patrick and Kat don’t have the heart to break it to him that Patrick’s done some bad things in the past that Lucas shouldn’t really do. Lucas was still filled with so much innocence, and his parents wanted to keep it that way as long as they could.

“Alright, let’s go bud,” Patrick said, as Lucas jumped out of bed and followed him.

***

“Faster, dad, faster!” Lucas shouted.

Currently, Patrick was jogging, with a rope tied around his hips. Attached to that rope was a scooter, being rid by Lucas. The faster Patrick jogged, the faster Lucas went. Then, Patrick came to a complete stop, and Lucas was mad for a moment, until he realized why.

“That’s a big hill…really big,” Lucas said, looking at it.

“Yeah, It is, bud,” Patrick said, catching his breath as well.

“We can go home now…” Lucas said. Patrick looked at his five year old.

“What, you think your dad can’t run up that hill?” He asked him.

“I think you can do whatever you think you can do,” Lucas said.

“Get on that scooter and watch, son,” Patrick said, as Lucas got back on his scooter. Then, Patrick took off.

***

“You at least made it half-way up the hill,” Lucas said as he and Patrick walked back inside the house, both drinking gatorades, “well….a little close to half-way.”

“Eh…I’ll have better luck next time,” Patrick said as he took a big sip of his Gatorade, “Hey, your mom’s gonna be here any minute now, so how about you go make sure you gotta everything you need, okay? All your school supplies, everything.”

“Alright,” Lucas said, running over to the stairs and up them to his room.


After Lucas left, Patrick heard a knock on the door, and knew that it was that time again. It happened every week. She would come over here at this exact time once a week, either to drop Lucas off, or in this case, pick him up. Patrick sighed, then got up and answered the door.

“Hey, Kat,” He said before letting her in.

“Is Lucas ready?” She asked him.

“I sent him upstairs to grab all his stuff he needs a minute ago,” Patrick explained.

“He did any homework he got, right? I don’t want him doing anything tonight…it’s important,” Kat said.

“What’s happening tonight?” Patrick asked. Kat grew a little smile on her face.

“I found out I was pregnant, and Paul and I are telling him tonight,” She smiled.

“You’re pregnant again?” Patrick asked, a little shocked. Kat nodded her head, then Patrick smiled, “Congrats,” He said, extending his arms as he and Kat hugged.

“Congrats for what!?” Lucas asked as he ran over with his spiderman back-pack.

“You’ll find out later tonight,” Kat said to him as she and Patrick broke the hug. “Say good-bye to dad, we gotta get going.”

Lucas ran over and jumped onto Patrick, who caught him, and the two hugged. It felt good, but at the same time, It was sad. Lucas loved his dad, almost as much as Patrick loved him. It was hard to say goodbye after spending a week with each other, but then again, they were used to it.

“I’ll score a goal for you tonight,” Patrick told him.

“Promise?” Lucas asked, as Kat smiled while watching.

“I promise,” Patrick said, putting Lucas down. “Now, be good in school this week, no timeouts,” he told him, as Kat raised an eyebrow.

“Timeouts?” She asked, putting her hands on her hips. Lucas shrugged.

“I may have forgotten to mention everything that happened at school over the phone,” He said. Both Kat and Patrick shook their heads, but then giggled at their son.

“Come on, let’s go,” She said, as she opened the door to him. Lucas ran out the door, but then paused and turned around.

“I love you,” He said as he waved to his dad.

“I love you, too,” Patrick said, as he waved back. Lucas then ran over to Kat’s car, but Kat was still in Patrick’s house.

“You know,” She began. “you’re a really good father.”

“He’s a really good kid, he deserves a good father,” Patrick said. Kat smiled at him, before leaving. Once again, Patrick was all alone in his big house.

Lucas changed Patrick- for the better. Before Lucas, Patrick was a total party boy, ask anyone. After he met Kat, he tried to mature a little, but after Lucas was born, Patrick was a whole different person, a better person. Lucas changed Patrick, and Patrick will never go back to who he was before Lucas- ever.

*Next One Shot- Nikie and John Cena*

New Beginnings- Life after The Extreme Career and Beyond // Intro

The Epilogue that took place 10 years after Justin proposed showed that all members of 'The Gang' had grown up, and really started living their lifes. Life took them all to great places, and that's what it showed.



However, do you wonder how some of them got there? How Jammy and Corey got back together, what happened before Sarah and Patrick moved to New York? What about Kathryn Prince, and how she's actually doing? More importantly...what happened the day Kat and Patrick's son, Lucas was born and how did Patrick screw up like everyone talked about? And what about the Kastin wedding?

Well, here's all the answers to all those questions.

These one-shots will take a peak into the lifes of 'The Gang' Between the time Justin proposed in the airport, to Lucas's 10th birthday party---some beyond--- and how their life's came to be. These one shots will show you the gang's New Beginnings and their life after Kat's Extreme Career.