A/N: I'm baaaack! Surprised how much I missed it! Anywho, thank you to; Christina89, GreyLionDiva, JenniferRayne, Tenshi no Koneko, Aura Master and Souless666! You guys are awesome :D


With Kane's match won and the crowd very aware of Tahni's presence, highlighted by Kane handcuffing her wrist to the bottom rope so she couldn't run away, they returned backstage. A few people were milling around, but Tahni wasn't paying attention. She yawned, covering her mouth with the back of her hand. She was exhausted. She hadn't done much during the match, but she'd been tensed the entire time, adrenalin coursing through her and burning up all of her energy.

She leaned sleepily against Glen, who rolled his eyes. He carefully put an arm around her to keep her upright and led her back to his locker room. Once inside she all but fell onto the couch, stuffing a hand under her cheek as she curled up on her side. Glen looked at her for a moment, before shaking his head. This was the quietest he'd ever seen her. He changed quickly out of his ring gear, his eyes flicking often to the sleeping girl on the couch. He really didn't want her to wake up when he was half way through changing.

The knock on the door surprised him and he frowned a little, going to open it before whoever it was could knock again and wake Tahni. He was even more surprised to find Randy on the other side of it. His eyebrows shot up. "Yes?"

Randy was looking decidedly grumpy as he gazed at Glen. "I have been 'sent' to invite you and…her out for drinks with the rest of us tonight." Glen held in a snicker at Randy's tone, finding it extremely funny how much he and Tahni disliked each other. However, he focused on the question and then glanced over his shoulder. Tahni hadn't even stirred. Randy noticed his distraction and looked past him. "I wondered why it was so quiet." There was something strange in his tone and as Glen looked at him, he saw the strangest expression on the younger man's face. He looked…disarmed? Like someone had caught him off guard. Even as he watched, Randy shook this off, the scowl returning to his face. "So, you in or not?"

"Assuming I can wake her up, I'm sure we'll be there."

"Okay. Hotel bar at ten. Oh and if you need to wake her up, I'm sure I can find a bucket of ice water around here somewhere."

"Try it, assclown." Glen and Randy both turned their heads. Tahni's eyes were still closed, but there was a definite smirk playing about her lips. Glen looked at Randy and just shrugged, holding in his own smirk. Randy's eyes narrowed and he bared his teeth a little. "Don't tempt me, Imp."

"I love it when you use those pet names for me, Randy-kins." Tahni's eyes were open now, the emerald glittering with amusement. She shoved herself into a half sitting position, her legs still up on the cushions, bracing her weight on her arm. Randy growled in annoyance. "I like you so much better when you're asleep."

Tahni let out a dramatic gasp and sat up straight. "That's disgusting!"

"What?" Randy looked confused, but Glen was already shaking with suppressed laughter as he had already figured out what Tahni meant. "Honestly, Randy, with your money, couldn't you just hire a hooker to stay awake? I mean, I know you have this weirdly distorted body and all that, but surely you can find someone who would do you whilst they're awake." Randy's hands curled into fists, his face blazing with embarrassment and fury. Glen seemed to sense that there were literally only moments before Randy would charge into the room and throttle the pixie-like girl, so he spoke in a bracing tone. "We'll see you at the hotel, Randy."

With a stiff nod, Randy left and Glen turned to look reproachfully at Tahni. "That was the shortest nap, ever." Tahni shrugged and ran her fingers through her short hair, stretching. "Randy's voice is enough to wake the dead. Seriously, how is it possible for anyone to have a voice that annoying?" Glen shook his head, refusing to laugh because it would simply encourage her. "Well, since you're awake, we better go. We have to give Mark a ride to the hotel."

"Mark?" Tahni looked confused and Glen opened his mouth to explain, but thought better of it. Probably best to get her in the car first. He was hoping she couldn't freak out too much if she were in a confined space. "You'll see." He then helped her to her feet and grabbed his bags. Tahni followed dutifully, stopping to slap a five with Matt Hardy who had simply put his hand up to wave at someone down the corridor. He looked utterly bemused as Tahni grinned and danced off down the hall behind Glen.

She jumped into the back seat of Glen's car and stretched out. Glen peered inside and shook his head. "You should put your seat belt on." Tahni grinned at him, then began arranging the belts in the back so that they were around her in the oddest combination. Glen just watched her with his eyebrows raised. "Okay then." He looked up as he heard his name and saw Mark Calaway walking towards him. He shook his hand and slapped his shoulder in a friendly way, before looking into the car again. "Tahni, this is Mark. Mark, Tahni."

There was a long moment of silence and then Glen heard the scream and winced a little. He looked inside to see Tahni squirming against the seatbelts she arranged around herself in a desperate attempt to escape. Mark looked at Glen, then at Tahni inside the car. His expression was priceless. It wasn't often that anyone could say they'd surprised The Deadman, but this girl had done it. Eventually, Tahni managed to free herself of the belts without actually unclipping any of them and she bolted out of the other side of the car. Glen sighed. "Tahni, remember what I told you about the characters."

Tahni shook her head stubbornly, her eyes wide with fear and awe as she stared at Mark. "He…abuh….I…y-…huh….meh…" She went on like this for about two minutes, before Glen rounded the car and clamped a hand over her mouth. He then bundled her into the car. She screamed and kicked at him, but he ignored her. "Ew! Tahni!" He drew his hand back from her mouth sharply. She'd licked his palm and was now making disgusted faces. "Ew! Ew! Ew! What have you been doing with that thing?!" Glen scowled at her, but at that moment, Mark climbed into the passenger side of the car, deciding that Glen had the situation under control. Tahni screamed again and Glen shook his head. Mark suddenly moved, pulling off the bandana that he was wearing. He leaned into the back and deftly wrapped it around Tahni's head, securing it in a gag form, preventing her from screaming any more, he then used the spare seatbelt to secure her hands behind her. He then placed a finger against his lips, indicating for her to be quiet. She instantly fell silent, just staring at him with wide, mournful and frightened eyes.

Glen tried not to laugh and patted Tahni's head sympathetically before getting into the car. The drive back to the hotel was strange. Mark talked in a low, mellow tone to Glen, who listened and responded as needed. His eyes kept flicking to the rear view mirror to Tahni, who was sulking. That much was obvious from the folded arms and death glares she was shooting his way, but whenever Mark would talk, she'd stare at him.

It was about a twenty minute journey to the hotel and about fifteen minutes into it, Tahni surprised them both. "Pah! Ew! God, sweat! Yuck!" Glen's eyes flashed to her in the mirror and Mark turned to stare at her. She had somehow caused the bandana to split into two pieces, right down the middle. "What the hell?" Tahni looked at Mark, seeing his attention on her and she squeaked, cowering back into her seat. "It…broke."

"It broke?…You…chewed…through…my…bandana. That's my favourite one." He scowled at her and she cowered more. Glen tried very hard to focus on the road, but he was finding it difficult to do through laughter. Finally, with Mark still glaring at Tahni and Tahni trying not to notice, they arrived at the hotel. Glen released Tahni and she flew out of the car and grabbed his arm, hanging onto him as she stared at Mark, who was mournfully inspecting the severed pieces of his bandana. Glen glanced at Tahni. "How did you even manage that?" By way of demonstration, Tahni suddenly bit his arm. He let out a bellow and pulled his arm free. "Ow! Shit! You've got really sharp teeth!" Tahni shrugged, still strangely silent. Her eyes were fixed on Mark. He suddenly looked at her and if it had not been for the fact that everyone in the world knew the Deadman did not pout, it would have been certain that that was what he was doing right now. Tahni squeaked and grabbed Glen's arm again, her fingers digging into him as Mark walked towards them. "He's going to kill me….Glen! Glen, he's going to kill me!" She'd suddenly re-found her voice and was now screeching at Glen. Mark looked at her like she was the strangest thing he had ever encountered, which was really saying something. He suddenly turned his eyes on Glen. "See you inside." This was all he said before walking away. Tahni looked like she might faint. Glen snickered quietly, then led her inside.

Her voice had fully re-engaged and she chatted non-stop, giving a blow-by-blow account of what had just happened, regardless of the fact that Glen had been there the entire time. Glen didn't bother telling her this. She was still talking when they reached her room. She stopped outside the door and turned to him, still talking. He placed a hand gently on her stomach, his other hand opening the door and he pushed her inside. She still hadn't stopped talking. He then moved back and shut the door. He laughed out loud as he could still hear her talking inside. "Be in the lobby at ten, Tahni!" He called to her before wandered off down to his own room.