Description: A wrestlers' sister is in a love/hate relationship with one of her brothers' co-workers. But which side will win out?
Lead in: Scott's (Raven) worst nightmare is his sister becoming involved with a wrestler...-especially- one like Terry. (Rhyno) But is it possible that everyone, including Danielle, is totally wrong about the Manbeast?
Title: Ripples
Author: Noellevious
Disclaimer: The wrestlers in this story do not belong to me nor am I implying anything about them. That's why it's called fiction.
Rating: NC-17
Content: Het relations ;-D, language, angst, sap
Characters: Danielle, Raven, Rhyno

Chapter 1


"DANIELLE!" Scott's yell bounced off the walls of the townhouse.

"Coming!" The female voice sang back.
Tapping his combat boot on the marble floor, Scott looked up at the staircase, but his sister still failed to appear. Sighing, Scott stretched out his arm. His old rotator cuff injury was acting up.
Who the hell is she getting dressed up for? He thought. Now gazing out the window, a blond dot invaded his peripheral vision. Scott's curls swung as he turned his head
His sister Danielle moved into view, and Scott raised one pierced eyebrow as he slowly appraised her appearance. She was clad in relaxed fit leather pants, a black ribbed tank top with a studded cross on the chest, and a fuzzy black angora sweater jacket that reached her knees. She had left it open.
"What are you all dressed up for?" Scott asked, reaching a hand out to run through his sister's glossy, newly blow dried mane. She ducked.
"I'm not dressed up. What's wrong with looking nice?"
Scott grinned.
"Nothing...nothing at all."
Scott held his car keys up to Danielle's face and jangled them.
"Now, can we please get going?"
** ** ** ** ** ** ** **

Danielle watched the passing scenery from above her sunglasses.
"Are we going to be on time?"
An approaching light turned yellow, and in response, Scott floored the gas.
"Yes...with no help from you."
"So all the wrestlers are gonna be there?"
Scott slowed the car to a stop at a red light. He turned to Danielle.
"It would be easier for you now if you'd come out to all those other shindigs I've invited you to...at least you'd know a couple guys by now."
Danielle sighed and ignored her brother. She believed that the majority of wrestlers were just like regular men...with eight times the testosterone. Who wanted to be around a bunch of shallow mental midgets anyway? Her brother being the exception, of course.
Danielle was only coming out to celebrate her brother's fifteen years as a wrestler. That was it. At the end of the night, she's turn away from the guys who would most likely ignore her anyway. She's walk away and forget them all.
** ** ** ** ** ** ** **
As Scott parked his car in the Four Seasons hotel lot, Danielle became nervous. These guys were all buddies with her brother, but that didn't mean they'd have to be friends with her. Only tolerate her presence.
Scott grabbed Danielle's shoulder.
"You're hyperventilating."
"No...no..no I'm not."
Scott's eyes twinkled.
"Do you have a heart condition Mom never told me about?"
"Yes. Just like she never wanted me to find out her dropping you on your head caused mild mental retardation. Too bad it was a bit obvious." She smiled prettily.
"If you die suddenly, can I have your c.d. collection?"
"I'd ask you for something if you actually owned anything of value."
Scott clutched his heart. "Owww...that hurt, Dani."
He stuck his tongue out at her and opened the door.
** ** ** ** ** ** ** **
The rumbling of the room could be heard from down the hall.
Danielle took precise steps in her leather boots as Scott shuffled along beside her.
The sounds started to subside as they neared the gilded doors.
"Hmm...I guess they were alerted of your grand presence." Danielle said, sporting a faux British accent.
Scott forced a smile, uneasy about entering the party. It didn't have to be a surprise to freak him out.
Scott pushed the doors open with a hint of hesitation.
Danielle was dazzled by the rush of light, voices, and white, perfect teeth. The crowd of at least a hundred broke into strains of "For He's A Jolly Good Fellow:"
"For he's a jolly good fellow
For he's a jolly good fellow
For he's a jolly good fell-ow!
Which nobody can deny!
Which nobody can deny...."

Danielle couldn't help but giggle at the reddening of her brothers' face.
As the serenade ended and the applause rose, Scott was saved by two guys who came up to pat him on the back. One had a bald head that was blindingly shiny, with a pierced eyebrow like her brothers'. His body was solidly packed and Danielle tried not to stare *too* hard. The other was younger with a toned body that wasn't as thick. His hair was longish and dark. He has a twinkle in his eyes.
After exchanging pleasantries, Scott turned to his sister.
"Dani...meet Perry and Pete." Raven laughed. "Hey, your names sound cute together."
Perry gave Scott an evil look and replied, "Don't even start, you."
Danielle shook both of their hands when they asked is she knew who they were.
"Sure. You're Saturn and you're Kidman." Smoothing her hair back, Danielle did a quick impression of Perry yelling "MOPPYYYYYY!"
All four ended up laughing and Perry looked at her appreciatively.
"You're all right. I don't know how you're *his* sister."
"Personally, I think it was adoption."
"Well, that would explain a few things." Perry laid his huge arm across Danielle's shoulders.
"Scott...you mind if I take your sister around? Make a few introductions?"
Scott looked away from Kidman and replied "Sure. Just...just make sure you only talk to...the right people." A dark look passed from Scott to Perry.
Perry nodded knowingly.
Danielle raised her eyebrow, but let the man seven times her size lead her away.
** ** ** ** ** ** ** **
Danielle sipped her peach schnapps and laughed at the joke Tina had just made about Billy Gunn (Kaitlyn didn't know his real name) as he passed by. Normally, a woman as fit and shiny as Ivory would have made Danielle smooth her clothes out nervously, but Tina was so full of attitude and sass that she felt at home instantly. They whispered conspiratorially like best friends as each wrestler walked by.
Danielle gestured towards Edge subtly. "Does he...you know...sing the other way?"
Tina wiggled her eyebrows at Danielle and replied "Does the Pope work Sundays?"
The joke was hilarious mixed with the alcohol, and the two laughed uproariously. Danielle hadn't got through enough drinks to truly get her drunk, but she'd met enough of her brothers' co-workers to make her head spin. Sipping the last of the schnapps, Danielle excused herself to go to the bar at the other end of the hotel to get a fresh one and offered to get Tina a refill on her daiquiri. Tina thanked her with a wink.
Danielle absently glanced at her watched and gasped. 1:30 a.m? Damn..the time sure had flown. When did we even get here? Danielle watched the bartender approach her when a beefy arm shot out to signal for a drink. "A Sam Adams, please."
Danielle rolled her eyes. The bartender had obviously been approaching her. High on excitement and Tina's brashness rubbing off on her, Danielle tapped the man on the shoulder hard. Less of a tap, and more of a jab. The man swung around on the bar stool.
"Yes?" He looked skeptical, for some reason.
Despite the amazingly chiseled jaw, striking dark eyes and the mane of black hair he had pulled back and falling over his back like a cape, Danielle was still indignant. The "who the hell are you" look on his face set her off.
"I'll have you know...that the bartender was just coming towards me to get *my* drink. Who do you think you are butting in like that?"
The man just raised and eyebrow as he tried to look Danielle up and down subtly. She caught his eye and he looked a little ashamed. She pulled the sweater jacket tighter around her, but couldn't help laughing and the look on his face.
"You look like a child caught sneaking cookies before dinner."
"Terry."
Danielle took a step back at the deepness of his voice when he was really speaking. "Excuse me?"
The man brushed some imaginary lint off of the front of his blue dress shirt.
"You wanted to know who I was."
Danielle rolled her eyes. "It was a rhetorical question."
"No, it wasn't. Rhetorical questions don't have answers. I have a name. That's an answer."
The bartender returned with Terry's Sam Adams and Danielle asked for the schnapps and daiquiri.
She chose to ignore the Terry guy.
After a few moments of Danielle humming and looking every which way but his, Terry cleared his throat.
"Ummm...who are you with?"
Danielle barely turned her head. "Does it matter?"
There was a pause.
"I was...just wondering. I've never seen you at any of these things before."
The bartender was back. Danielle swept her schnapps into one hand, and the daiquiri into the other.
"And hopefully, you never will again."
She strode away.
** ** ** ** ** ** ** **
"Took you long enough." Tina commented, smiling to make it clear to Danielle that she was only joking.
Danielle sighed. "Sorry. I woulda been back here much faster if I didn't run into some...some...."
Danielle waved her hand as if to dismiss the mention of him. "Just this guy."
Tina's eyes lit up. "What guy? Anyone I know?"
Danielle sighed. "I dunno...."
"You get his name?"
Danielle took another sip. "Yeah. Terry."
Tina nearly choked. Eyes wide, she replied "Terry? Terry Gerin?"
Dani rolled her eyes. "I didn't exactly catch his last name."
"Big guy? Like...wide? Long black hair? Jaw line so strong you could build a house on it?"
"Yeah...I guess that's him."
"Well...what the hell happened? Tell me!"
She didn't reply.
Danielle suddenly felt ill. The color drained from her face.
"Whoa...are you okay?"
Dani stumbled a bit, and Tina steadied her.
"Babe...babe! You okay?" Tina asked desperately.
Danielle didn't reply.
The room was spinning.
Her vision was blurry.
Then, everything went black.