Sorry I keep skipping from story to story and not finishing...review and tell me which of my stories and should focus more on and finish :) Disclaimer: I own natta.

It was the night of Bad Blood and Hunter had never felt such physical pain in all his wrestling career. One top of that...he just battled his best...ex best friend Shawn Michaels. Hunter winced as three paramedics hovered over him and examined his many opened wombs.

"Triple H...we gotta sew you up k? Please try to stay still?" One of the paramedics told him.

Hunter wasn't going to move. After an emotional and grueling match like that, you tend to have your life flash before your eyes. Of course his friendship with Shawn ran through his mind throughout the entire fued with his longest friend now turned enemy...but there was always one person who hit his thoughts first. The one person who made him angry at the world and cold...and also the person who made him the softest person in the world. He had pushed away many people awat in his life over the years, but it was due to that one person. When he lost that person in his life..he went numb. He became angry with everything and evil. Drinking, sex with ring rats, and screwing over everyone seemed to be the only thing that would kill the pain that he woke up with every morning without....her.

No one would know it. Ric and the rest of Evolution had a hint of it...especially Ric. Hunter would get drunk and speak of her. Then they would all go into an akward silence until someone would change the subject. But only Ric knew about the calls. The drunken calls to her. Sometimes she would answer, and sometimes it would just go to her voicemail. Either way, it was a continuous drunken rant of screaming and cursing from Hunter on the other line. Ric would shake his head, grab the phone from Hunter and hang up for him. This weren't random calls. They were usually initiated...by things going on over at Smackdown. They tried to keep him from watching, but he would hide his true reason for watching by grunting and saying, "I want to see who my whore ex wife is screwing this week."

But no one but the two of them knew about the occassionally nights they had spent together since the divorce. They were about five times in two years they had shared nights together. Usually starting by a drunken jealousy call from him...leading her to tears...and leading him back to the home they use to share...and then up to the bed they use to share. But this hadn't happened in over months. Ever since Hunter turned his back on his friend Shawn, she didn't answer anymore.

Hunter's thoughts were interrupted by the blood stinging as he fell into his eyes. He heard Ric barking at the paramedics.

"Where does it hurt Hunter?" one paramedic asked.

"My jaw..." He could barely mumble out. "My eyes." he reached up slowly and began to wipe his eyes.

"Get the blood out of his eyes dammitt." Ric barked.

Hunter felt himself being sat up against his wheel as someone placed a cold rag across his eyes, clearing his vision. He wasn't sure if he had a head injury and was imagining things but as he looked ahead and saw long brunette hair peeping through the doorway of the medical room.

"Steph." he mumbled.

And Steph it was. As she heard Hunter call her name she ducked back in the hall and fought back tears. She closed her eyes and was about to walk away until she heard someone very close to her call her name. As she opened back up her eyes there stood Evolution surrounded her. Ric was closest to her and the other two seemed to be hovering over her in a intimidation way.

"Go to him Stephanie." Ric said.

"F**ck off Ric." Steph snapped as she turned to walk off. But Batista big arm grasp ahold of her and stopped her immediately. She looked up at him with the meanest glare she could.

"You know you want to go to him." Ric said in a calm voice.

Steph interrupter her glare at Batista to turn her attention back to Ric. She stared at him before rolling her eyes and sighing.

"Fine...but I want your two bag boys to scram." she said directing it at Randy and Batista. Steph heard the two men growl before Ric put his hands up.

"You two go back to the hotel...I will meet back there with an update." he said in a demanding voice.

As the two men stormed off, Stephanie entered the medical room with Ric not far behind. The sight in front of her was something she wasn't expecting. She was trying to be cold and numb but the crimson blood staining her ex husbands skin and the blank painful stare in his eyes as he lie motionless on the checkout table startled her into tears. She spun on her heels to dart out of the room before the tears would show but Ric blocked her. He glared at her.

She walked over to Hunter's body and pushed her way in between two paramedics. When the paramedic moved the light out of Hunter's eyes, he saw her.

"Steph." he said with a scratchy, pained voice.

"Yes." she replied coldly.

"Don't leave yet." he struggled out yet in a demanding voice.

"Fine." she said and then turned and left the medical room.

Two hours, four cups of coffee, and half a pack of cigs later, Steph waited in the break room of the arena. Everyone was still putting up the ring but she ignored everyone. Until she saw Ric helping her hobbling and bandaged ex husband into the break room. She looked at him and her heart melted.

"Ric, give us a sec." Hunter said. Ric nodded his head and left closing the door behind him.

They stood there and stared at each other for what seemed like hours. Steph glanced over his swollen face and bandages as he admired her beauty.

"What were you doing at the door?" Hunter asked with no emotion in his voice.

Steph rolled her eyes. He knew she still cared for him, but his sick mind needed to hear it and that was the last thing she wanted to give him.

"Making sure Shawn hadn't absolutely killed you...believe it or not those alamony checks come in handy every month and you being dead would put an end to that." She said crossing her legs.

Hunter purred up his lips like his did when he was annoyed.

"You're staying with me tonight." he said firmly.

"Like hell I am." she huffed.

"I'm not fuckin' around Steph. I need someone to take care of me...I'm injured. You are the only one who knows how to care for me without annoying me." He said trying to make sure that didn't sound at all sweet.

She looked him up and down for a bit. What a pathetic sight he was.

"Fine."