A/N: Lemme check...nope, still don't own anyone but Twisted and her family, Scott, and Dr. Daniels. I don't even own the rights to the dark purple boxers, for all I know Taker might actually own a pair. And Kane locking Taker out in the hallway wasn't his revenge, just something that brothers would do to each other. Thanks to all my readers and reviewers, hugz and cyber cookies to all. On with the fic.

Twisted spent the next three hours stuffing everything into her suitcase and massueses bag. By 4:30 she was worn out and her ribs were reminding her about the doctors order to slow down. She rested on the edge of the bed and looked over the room seeing if she had left anything behind. She smiled as she got up and walked over to the table and looked down at the pictures that Matt and Jeff had given her earlier. Smiling fondly at the picture that had all three rosters in it, she flipped it over and started reading the some of comments that had been left.

"Hurry back, Hans ain't half as good as you." - Mr. Kennedy...Kennedy.

"Safest journeys Little one." - Umaga

"If you don't come back, the tapes well be aired online and live at the shows. You have been warned." - John Cena and Randy Orton

"Hug the Bunnies for us." Curt and Zach

"Twisted, for you I swallow." - Carlito

Shaking her head as she snickered she set the pictures on top of the suitcase she had placed by the door and returned to her spot on the edge of the bed, waiting for her traveling companion. Per Vince's orders Colin Delaney was going to be traveling with Twisted to act as her massage dummy for the duration of the convention. When Vince had phoned her earlier and told her about the arrangements, he side stepped all her questions about why. All he said was that Colin needed some time off from being ECWs punching bag. She hadn't really spent alot of time around the kid, he seemed nice, just twitchy. Twisted jumped as a knock on her door interrupted her thoughts. Taking a deep breath to calm her nerves she answered the door, looking Colin in the eye.

"Ms. Whispers?" He asked nervously.

"Call me Twisted, Colin. Are you ready to head out?" She bent down to pick up her bags as she asked him.

"Yea, here let me get those." Colin took her suitcase and masseuses bag, leaving her to carry her pictures.

"Chivalry isn't dead." She thought as she smiled warmly at him, making him blush.

He held the door open for her and walked about 2 paces behind her on the way to the elevator.

"So, do you know why you're going with me?" She asked as they waited for the elevator.

"Yeah, I actually volunteered to go. I just needed some time away from ECW. Let me tell you if Undertaker didn't have that match coming up against Edge at WM24, he would have been the one going." Colin grinned at her slightly.

She seen the questions in his eyes and decided to give him the answers he sought.

"Whats on your mind Colin?"

"Are you and The Undertaker, you know..." He faltered and looked down, red faced.

"No, I'm just a masseuse, and you know how old men are with their muscles." She laughed lightly as relief flooded his face.

"Alright, I just didn't want him to put me in that submission hold for spending time with his woman."

"Want to know another secret Colin?"

"Yea."

"He's really a big softy once you get to know him. Old age has really mellowed him." She smirked as she imagined that look of horror that Taker would have had on his face if he had heard her say that.

When to doors opened the two were greeted by loud yelling, causing Colin and jump backwards and Twisted to yelp. Curt and Zack rushed Twisted and picked her up, making her squeak. They paraded her over to the group of superstars while Tommy helped Colin up and get their bags. Sitting atop the boys' shoulders Twisted looked around at the faces of the men and women that she had gotten to know over the last two months. She felt tears in her eyes as the boys let her down and hugged her then moved over so others could hug her or shake her hand. As she worked her way through the small crowd she found herself looking around for Kane, and felt her stomach drop when she didn't see him. Taker was standing towards the back of the group and watched her work her way through, Colin following her closely looking some what afraid of the guy swarming around her.

"I didn't think you would come down here to see her off." Taker said to Kane without turning around to acknowledge him.

"I wasn't going to, but she is friend and soon to be our manager."

"Kane she hasn't decided who she's going to manage, she might just go with the Hardys, her and Jeff are close."

"Nah, she'll pick us, especially if you have anything to do with it."

Taker grunted in reply and smiled as she spotted them and made her way over to them, a watery smile on her face. Taker opened his arms and hugged her, taking care not to put too much pressure on her ribs. She stepped back and grabbed an envelope out of her back pocket and handed it to Taker with detailed directions to open it once he got into his room. She then turned to Kane, forcing an emotionless look onto her face as she shook his hand. Inwardly she cringed as she seen the hurt appear in his eyes at her cool send off, then she was surprised as he pulled her into a hug. Her surprise was cut short as he nipped her earlobe and licked the shell of her ear making her shiver, suppressing a moan she backed away and looked at him with desire raging in her eyes.

"Twisted the cab is waiting, the plane leaves in 45 mintues." Colin tapped Twisted on the arm, breaking the staring contest.

"A-alright, I'm ready." She turned to follow Colin when she remembered what she had in her back pocket for Kane.

She turned around and handed Kane an envelope similar to Takers, again telling him to wait until he was in his room before opening. Her and Colin walked to the revolving doors and she turned to face her friends.

"Good Luck at WrestleMania 24 guys. See y'all in two weeks." She blew everyone kisses then walked out the revolving doors.

She then joined Colin at the cab and made herself comfortable as they began their way to the airport. As she put her hand into the hoodie pocket and felt something in there, with a confused face she pulled out a folded piece of paper. Unfolding it she read the short note that one of the boys had to have put in there when they hugged her.

"Twisted

Curt and I were thinking, we want to get out from under Edges shadow. Not that we're ungrateful, but we came to the WWE to be tag team champions, and we want to get back to that. Now we know about the story line between you and either the Brothers of Destruction or the Hardy Boyz and we have a proposition for you. We pretty much know that you are going to chose the B.o.D., you guys play well off of one another, and we were thinking, if you have one of them stalking you to give them answer, we could "save you" from them. That would put us into a feud with the B.o.D and help us get back to our tag team roots. We were thinking a couple tag matches against them and two single matches, then followed by hardcore match. The stipulation for the hardcore match being that the winners would have you as a manager. And Curts idea as to why we step in to save you from the B.o.D is that one of us has a crush on you, thus adding the fan favorite romance angle. Lets us know when you get back, and the up side to this idea is that if you choose to go with the Hardy Boyz this could still work. Have fun at your convention and the small vacation.

Lots of Love,

Curt H. and Zach R."

Twisted read the letter twice to make sure she wasn't missing anything, then thought it over. They did have a good idea, they were good in the ring, but right now the fans only seen them as Edges toadies. She really didn't want to even do the manager storyline, but Vince had shown her the numbers from that show and Shane had shown her the message boards on fan-sites that were flooded with questions about who she was and why the B.o.D were saving her. She let the idea float around in her head as the car neared the airport. Colin had fallen into a light nap and only had to be shaken once to wake up. As they got their tickets the lady behind the counter let them know that they had been upgraded to first class. Soon they were on the plane and Twisted rested back into the seat and dozed off as Colin did the same next to her, Curt and Zachs idea running through her head.

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Kane had went back up to his room after he watched her get into the cab, his curosity getting the better of him. After he closed the door he sat down on the bed and opened the envelope carefully. Inside where three pieced of folded paper, each numbered to show what order they were to be read in. He unfolded the first one and began reading.

Kane,

I know I can trust you with this secret. I just hope that your opinion of me doesn't change when what I have to say sinks in. If you want to tell Taker you can, and Umaga too, I know that he is just as curious as you are about my eyes. So read on and I'll see you after WM24 Red.

Hugz Big Guy,

Twisted.

P.S. I challenge you to another drinking contest when I get back. :P

Kane laughed at the ending of letter, part of him didn't want to read the rest, but the other half wanted to know why she thought that his opinion of her would change and why it would matter if it did. Sighing he put the first letter down and unfolded the the next two pages, wary about the information that they held.

Alright, when I was in High School I had contracted an infection that spread through out my body, by the time the doctors got it under control it killed all the optical nerves in my right eye, leaving me blind. The doctors never asked if I sight problems and I never told them or anyone else. I worked at a WalMart Superstore my senior year and was on my way home. I was merging on to the highway when I sideswiped an SUV. The impact sent my car spinning into the concrete barrier and the SUV flipped multiple times, coming to rest in the ditch on the other side of the highway. I was stuck in my car and had to wait for the EMTs to get me out using the jaws of life. The driver of the SUV died on impact, his seat belt cutting his jugular as the the SUV rolled. As they rushed me and the mans body to the hospital the EMT that rode in the back of ambulance with me told me that a long piece of glass had pierced my right eye. Seeing as how all the optical nerves were already dead I never felt it, and guy was surprised that I was able to bear what he called "unbearable pain." Once at the hospital the doctors took the mans body away and contacted his family, on the up side so to speak, he was an organ donor, that day his heart, liver, lungs, kidneys and eyes went to those in need. I received one of his eyes, they doctors felt it necessary as they thought that it was because of the accident that my eyesight was gone.

They had broughten me out of surgery and the anestheia was wearing off when I heard high pitched screaming/sobbing. The mans wife had just been told what had happened. Still being able to see through the one eye, I looked through the windows at her and watched as she tried to tell her twin 4 year old little girls that daddy wouldn't be coming home. She then came into my room and looked at me with tears streaming down her face and said that she was sorry for the pain that her husband had caused. She was SORRY! I wanted to yell and tell her it was all my fault, that my eye had been dead for awhile, but the scared part of me didn't want to admit it, didn't want to tell her that her husband was dead because of my vanity. Out of guilt I went to the funeral, hugging the little girls, they looked so lost, and kept walking over to casket trying to wake their daddy up. As we went to graveyard, I hung my head, that man should still be alive and would have still been if I had let some one know instead of keeping quiet. The girls screamed as they started to throw dirt in the hole, they still thought that their daddy was playing a game with them. When everyone had left I sat by the newly covered grave and wept.

The next day I started a college fund in the girls' name, with the stipulation that they only touch the money when they provided proof that they were attending college. I sent a copy of the information to their mother, not putting my name on it, and tell the banker not to reveal my identity to the mother. Every paycheck since then I drop over 3/4 of my check into the account. I know I can never bring back their father, but I can help them pursue their dreams and help give them a decent education. And sometimes when I sleep or in the case at the hospital I see the accident all over again, I hear the screaming tires and the shattering glass, then I hear the screaming sobs of the wife and then the screaming of the girls as they watch dirt being piled on their daddy. And I see his eyes staring at me, accusing me, making me wish that I had died in that crash. I'm a murder Kane, I have killed in cold blood, and I regret it everyday of my life. That's the reason I wear a contact to make my eyes match, as if when I look into a mirror and see that both my eyes are green then it never happened, and when I look at myself without it in, I want to destroy everything, especially myself.

Kane finished reading the letter and set it to the side, digesting the information. He heard Taker come in and looked up at him, feeling tears stinging his eyes for the first time in a long time. He noticed Takers concerned look and handed Taker Twisted letter and waited as he read it, knowing how much it took to admit that to someone, and realized just how much stock she put into his friendship with her.

"That explains alot." Taker said softly, suddenly ashamed that he had pushed her to take her glasses off the day of the match.

"Yeah, can I see your phone?"

"Why?" Taker asked as he handed the phone to Kane.

Kane didn't answer, he just opened the text message screen and put her personal number into the contact field then moved onto the message field. He loked at the phone, wondering what to put in it, deciding on something short and to the point. After he had finished he sent the message and handed the phone back to Taker, knowing that she wouldn't get it until she landed, a ghost of smirk on his face.

"I need a drink, fancy going down to the bar."

"You know dear brother, I do. Go ahead and start down, I have to plug my phone in."

Kane nodded and started out the door, as soon as he was out of sight, Taker took two tapes out of his duster pocket, one being the strip tease from the night before and the other being the tape from Titan Towers of Twisted stripper dancing. He grinned evilly as he placed them on top the clothes in Kanes bag. He the plugged in his phone and jogged to catch up with Kane at the elevator doors.

"By the way, what did your letter say?" Kane asked as they waited for the doors to open.

"I don't know, I haven't read it yet, I'll do it later. Right now I need a drink and it looks like you do too."

Kane nodded and they stepped into the compartment, both silent on the way down and as they sat next to one another in the bar.

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When the plane touched down in Whitefish Montana, and she and Colin had made it off the plane and to the car rental place she finally go the message that Kane had sent her. Tubular bells let her know she had a message and her jaw dropped as she read it.

Twisted, nothing has changed, come back soon I want to finish what Jeff interrupted. And I accept your challenge. You're going down, in more ways than one. Kane

Colin looked over at her as she started crying, not knowing what to do he put his arm around her shoulder and squeezed. She smiled at him and shut her phone, turning the engine over she headed out of town, to her family's ranch, feeling lighter than she had in weeks.