A/N: I own nothing! hahahaha. Anyways here is the chapter I promised yesterday. I hope you all enjoy!

When Mark came too he was standing in a vast field and the aroma of heather hung heavily in the air. He looked around but all he could see was lush rolling hills. Off in the distance was a sparkling azure lake with a grove of trees on one side. A warm breeze picked up and he knew without looking that the woman from the clearing was there.

"Where are we?" He questioned without turning around.

"Why don't you tell me Ian?"

"Ian? Who the hell is Ian? My name is Mark."

"Look inside for the answers you seek."

Mark growled and whirled around, intent on giving the crazy woman a piece of his mind. But there was no one behind him. Thinking that she was playing a joke on him he turned his head quickly from side to side to see if he could catch her in the act of moving. As he turned he seen a perfect copy of his younger self trekking up the hill, his auburn hair blowing in the breeze. The sight of it rendered Mark speechless, it was one thing to see yourself on tv but to come face to face with yourself was something completely different. Mark started to say something, but he walked right through himself. With a look of disbelief on his face he turned around and watched his retreating back.

"What's going on woman!" He growled.

"This is your past Ian." Her voice said in his ear. "Don't you remember?"

"No."

"Then follow and find your answers."

Confused Mark started after himself, mentally calling himself a fool for believing in this. His red headed twin was a good pace ahead of him and it took all his speed to catch up. He was breathing so heavily that he was sure that he could hear himself. They were heading towards the lake, Loch McPherson and Mark was startled that he knew the name of the body of water. They grew closer and closer to the grove of trees, and he faintly heard the sound of groaning. His younger self stopped dead and tilted his head and then took off in a sprint towards the sound. With a curse he started to run too, not wanting to loose sight of himself. They busted into a clearing and he ran right through himself, stopping when he seen two naked people on the ground.

"Neala." Came the breathed name from behind him.

"Ian?" The woman on the ground turned her head, tears glistening in her eyes when she seen him standing there.

The man turned his head, a satisfied grin on his face and Mark drew back. A younger Vince McMahon was staring at him as he continued to thrust into the woman underneath him. The woman turned her head and Mark's breath caught in his throat for a second time, it was the girl from the house. Her hair fanned out around her as her eyes were closed against the intrusion. Two howls filled the clearing a minute later, one of sorrow and one of completion. Vince pulled out and stood, not caring about his nudity and kicked the womans' skirt at her.

"Get dressed ye tart." He commanded.

"Laird McMahon." Mark's younger self stepped up and Mark could see his fists clenching and unclenching at his sides. "Ah should be a killen ye for the wrong ye have dealt me."

"Bah, wot wrong? There were nae virgins blood spilt this day. Think of wot ah've done as a favor to ye. Ye ken now that ye bonny lass was nae longer puir. Who ken how many a lad she's taken?"

Mark could see the pain in his own eyes and with a rush memories that he never knew he had rushed over him. The pain of finding out that his one true love had been unfaithful. The shame of knowing that she had laid with another of her own violation. Snippets of her trying to talk him only for him to walk away, his anger so far out of control that if he didn't leave he would throttle her. Neala, his one and only. He seen himself hunting for the deadly belladonna, and heard his dying words. Tears rolled down his face as the scene faded, he had killed himself over the infidelity of his lover.

"Ian." The name was whispered but Mark looked back up, drawn from his morbid memories.

The scene sharpened again and the woman was now sitting on her knees in front of Laird McMahon. Her head was bowed but Mark could tell that she was angry, her fists like his own were balled at her sides itching to inflict damage.

"Ye see my dear, nae one disobeys the laird and gets away with it. Ye are my property and ye'll do wot I tell ye. Do you ken?"

She remained quiet, a move that earned her a backhand from McMahon and Mark felt his blood heat up. She took the hit but still didn't say anything, her eyes burning with hate as she stared at Vince....no Lachlan. That time Mark didn't even wonder at how he knew his name, it just filled him with hate, and remorse. She had been punished for not obeying, she hadn't willingly laid with the laird. Hope burgeoned in his chest and just as quickly as he had found himself in this place he found himself back in the clearing near the house.

"Do you remember it all now Ian?"

"I do." Mark turned around. "But I am no longer Ian McDaniel. I am Mark Calaway."

"I know that, but to break the curse, Ian needs to reclaim his love."

"Curse? What curse."

"You weren't the only one to stumble across Neala and Lachlan. Lachlan's wife Corianne found the two. Unlike you she did something about it."

"What?" Mark was genuinally interested, and had forgotten that he was supposedly talking to a dead woman.

"She ferreted out the local sorceress and had her place upon our line a curse. This curse robbed our line of any male descendants that might have brought an end to it too soon, and tied our two lines together. She knew that Lachlan wasn't in love with Neala, so she had the sorceress place on the curse a condition in which to break it."

"And what is that?"

"The reincarnation of Ian must force the reincarnation of Neala to forgo her orders and follow her heart."

"That's it?'

"That's it."

"And why hasn't this happened before?"

"There has only been three reincarnations, and each time history has repeated itself. But now that you know the real reason behind what happened you can end it."

"So your daughter is going to sleep with Vince?" Mark questioned, he was confused now.

"No. Her orders from Vince are to treat the superstars without getting involved."

"Too late. She's, erm pregnant with Glen's child."

"No, no, no. Involved, in love. She can dally with anyone she chooses, but she can't involve her heart."

"Vince can't control that." Mark said with a frown. "It ludicrous for him to even suggest that."

"True, but he has threatened to no longer send you all out here when you need breaks. And if that happens then there is no way for us to end the curse."

"If all this is true, how will you know that the curse has been ended?"

"My daugthers' child will be a boy. The first boy born to our family since before Neala."

A warm breeze kicked up and Mark found himself alone in the clearing, his head spinning with what he had been shown and what had been unlocked in the recesses of his mind. He sighed, there was no way that this was true. It was all some hoax, but Mark couldn't shake the deep seated feeling that it was real. After all there was no way that Vince could have transported him to other place and put on a show like the one he had seen. And he had come back to the clearing near the house while he had been awake.

Mark turned towards the house and started a slow pace towards it, his mind trying to process everything. With in minutes he was standing in the doorway watching her move around the room straightening miscellaneous things. As he watched the air seemed to shimmer and Neala was standing before him and he moved of his own violation. Stealthily he walked over to her and wrapped his arms around her waist, dipping his head down and licking at the nape of her neck.

"Mr. Calaway." She breathed.

"Mark. My name is Mark."

"Mark?"

"Don't speak, just feel."