A/N: Lemme check...nope, still don't own anyone you recognize, just those you don't. As always, loves to all my readers and Hugz and Cyber Cookies to my reviewers. On with the Fic.

At the hotel Twisted attempted to split away from the Brothers, but Kane had kept a tight hold on her wrist and pulled her through the lobby. As they waited for the elevator she tried to wriggle her way loose, but it only caused Kane to pick her up and toss her over his shoulder. The ride up was a tense one, none of them were talking to one another, and the barely controlled anger/desire was enough to choke a bull at that point. At their floor they stepped out, thinking that the rest of the way would be silent seeing as how their room was only three doors away, but they were wrong. It looked like every superstar had shown up and were waiting on them. Jeff and Matt rushed Kane and grabbed Twisted down from his shoulder and began searching her over for bruises and what-not. Kane had made a move to grab her back but Taker had put his hand on his shoulder to keep him back.

"Let them look her over, they've been just as worried as you have." He said it lowly so that no one would over hear. "Besides, when she's had enough she'll let them know."

"Ouch! Dammit I am awake ya know, ya don't need to pinch me." She said rubbing her shoulder where Jeff had accidentally poked a bruise.

"But I didn't pinch you, I poked you."

"No poking in the hallway, get a room if your going to do that." Randy called out smirking as he made his way to the front of the group.

He picked Twisted up and hugged her, turning around in a circle before sitting her back down on her feet. Twisted grinned as John worked his way through and hugged her with his good arm. He and Randy had just gotten back the week before from their medical leave, and he was still favoring his arm. A growl from behind her made her turn and she glared at Kane as he took a step forward to get between them. Dallas, whom until that moment had been standing in the back, he had returned to the hotel after her little Titantron spiel wanting to give her and the Brothers some time alone, stepped forwards and steered Twisted towards their room.

"Dallas what in the hell do you think you're doing?" She asked, turning her head so that she could look behind her.

"Nothing sis, you just need your rest, you can come down and party with the others tomorrow after you get a good nights sleep." He unlocked the door and shoved her through it, closing it after he followed her through.

She tripped over someones bag and went flying, landing face down on the carpet. She heard Dallas laughing and got back to her feet, running at him full tilt she tackled him to the ground and started swinging, not really connecting with any of them.

"Is it still funny to you now little brother?" She asked as she landed a punch to his shoulder.

"Ow, I give, I give." Dallas was still laughing as he tried to shield his face from her.

"Alright you two, break it up or we'll be forced to separate yas." Taker grumbled as he came through the door.

Kane stayed silent as he watched them roll around on the floor, trying to out do each other. He knew that Dallas was trying to diffuse the anger that was simmering just below her surface, but he didn't think that anything they did would help. Scowling he changed into same work out gear and left, not saying anything to anyone. On the way down to the hotel gym he passed several of the other guys, but the look on his face was enough to keep them at their distance. Thankfully the gym was empty, he approached one of the weight benches and after setting his starting weight he began his reps, letting his mind wander as his body went on autopilot.

Earlier that night

Kane couldn't believe it, she was alive and well. When the lights went down a second time he thought for sure that she was going to be standing in the ring next to his brother. His mouth dropped open when he seen the bloody mass of humanity laying in the ring, he got up from his seat and got in the ring standing silently next to Taker realizing who it was before she said anything. He felt his blood boil as he looked down at him, he had stolen from him and he wanted to make sure he paid. He barely heard Twisted issue the match challenge, his whole body was tuned into the bleeding, groaning man at his feet. Bam moved and he kicked him in the ribs, the sickening crack making him smile. Then he bent down and picked him up, staring into his eyes as he raised him as high as he could. Fear flashed in Bam's eyes as he realized what was coming next. The force from the choke slam shook the ring, and he was silent. Kane stared down at his blood covered hand and thought about administering another one, but the EMTs had already removed him from the ring.

Henson approached cautiously and asked them to leave so that they could start the matches. He climbed over the ropes and landed on his feet effortlessly and waited for Taker to join him. On their way up the ramp he was aware that Dallas had joined them only because he and Taker were discussing the up coming match. He split away from Taker and Dallas once they made it backstage and headed down the hallway to his left. He knew that she had to be there somewhere, he just had to figure out where before the main event.

He found himself standing on the stage staring down at her an hour and a half later, his hands twitched to get around her and pull her hard against him. Taker nudged him in the side and they began their walk down the ramp. Kane slowed his walk as he watched her lean against the turnbuckle and smirk at them. When they were standing just feet apart he seen the cold glint in her eyes and felt the anger rolling off of her in waves. He stared at her as she bounced on the balls of her feet, anxious to be in movement. If he didn't know any better he would think that she was on something, but she was just like him and his brother, when their dark sides were in control they had to be in constant movement.

He climbed back over the ropes and took up his position in the corner, Taker had decided to be the first one out. He watched as she took him down and leg dropped him, giving her time to retrieve the chair. She got in a few good shots before he climbed into the ring and yanked it from her grasp. He stared at her for a moment, putting his thoughts into his eyes. He seen her falter a minute before she scored her low blow. As he lay there he watched as she took his brother back down to the mat and started unloading on his face. When the blood started pouring out of Takers nose he knew that he had to do something. He got to his feet and picked her up, hugging her close and shaking her from side to side, loving the way she felt against him. He felt her struggle to get loose so he pulled her around to the side and got a sidewalk slam in, his hands gliding over her legs as he positioned her higher before pulling it off. When he went to move he was surprised when she grabbed his ankle and wrenched it hard.

The pain that shot through his leg and ankle almost had him cry out, but then in the next moment it was gone. He looked over and seen that Taker had her in position for a choke slam, rolling over onto his back so that he didn't have to watch it he stared at the ceiling. He winced when the ring shook, thinking that he had planted her hard on her back. When she started her assault on his wrists and ankles he knew that he had to do something to kill the match, before she really got hurt. He reacted quickly and rolled her up, staring down at her as she struggled. The three count was reached and he didn't let her up, he watched as the tears started. He reached out to wipe them away but was surprised when she went to bite him.

The walk back to their room was a silent one, he stole glances at her from the corner of his eyes and inwardly sighed at her ridged posture. His hand itched to touch her, to massage the stiffness from her shoulders and the tension from her back. However she kept her distance from him and it confused him. After the way they were before she disappeared he was sure that she would throw herself in his arms and never want to be let go. His eyes hardened as Bam's words replayed through his mind, maybe he was right. Maybe she did want him, or maybe it was Jamie that she wanted. After all if she really wanted Bam, she wouldn't have beaten him within an inch of his life.

The sound of the gym door opening brought Kane from his dark musings and he watched as Dallas came stalking in, heading straight to the punching bag that was hanging in the corner. He started whaling away on it, cursing and yelling after each strike. Kane sat up and watched as he continued to unload, not caring that his knuckles were bleeding. He got to his feet and walked over, turning Dallas away before he land another punch on the bag.

"What's the matter kid?" His voice was gruff, he still didn't like Dallas, but he had learned to deal with him.

"That damn bastard left bruises all over her back and sides. She said that they didn't hurt, that it no longer mattered, he had gotten his. But damn it I want a piece of him." Dallas growled and turned back to the punching bag, his fists raised.

"Crippling yourself isn't going to help."

"How in the hell can you be so calm about all of this, he killed your child. You should clamoring for his blood right now."

"Dallas, your sister took out her frustrations on him. You saw the shape he was when he was in the ring. Besides there's nothing we can do until she lets us in." Kane's voice took on a sad air as he turned back to his weight bench.

"That'll never happen." Kane silently agreed with Dallas.

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Twisted and Taker were sitting in the room, pointedly not talking to one another. She was looking through her bag that Dallas had been carrying with them and came across her cell phone. She turned it on and plugged it in, almost immediately it started to ring, Vince's music rolling out of the speaker.

"Hello?...Yes Mr. McMahon...tomorrow?...Yes...alright I'll see you tomorrow morning in the hotel dinning area." She hung up her phone and stared at it.

"Well what was that all about?" Taker asked, his voice low.

"None of your business Deadman." She said shutting the phone back off.

"I'm making it my business little girl."

"Well if you had listened you would know what was going on." She stretched out on the bed, her hands under her head.

"I did listen, and all I heard was that you're going to meet Vince tomorrow morning int he dinning area." He was growing tired of her game and it showed in his voice.

"And that's all you need to know." Twisted voice was cold as she turned over to her side and closed her eyes, willing herself to sleep.

She fell into a deep, dreamless sleep. She didn't even move when Kane climbed into bed with her and held her close, or when he kissed her softly before he too fell asleep.

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Vince was sitting at table near the back, he looked at his watch again growing more and more impatient. Granted she was only three minutes late, but still no one was ever later when they had a meeting with Vincent Kennedy McMahon. He picked up his coffee cup and took a drink, spitting it out a minute later when she strode into the dinning area, Undertaker and Dallas at her heels. The look on her face was enough to make him think that it might be a bad idea to do what he had planned, but it had to be done, there were rules to be upheld after all.

"Good morning Ms. Whispers, Undertaker, Mr. Whispers." He greeted each one with slight nod.

"Alright Mr. McMahon, to what do I owe the pleasure of this meeting." Her voice was cool and to the point.

"Ms. Whispers, I am putting you on suspension for the bodily harm that you did to Bam Neely."

"After what the little roach did to her, he's lucky that I didn't get a hold of him!" Taker's voice was forceful and his eyes hard as he stared down his boss.

"Be that as it may, I am suspending her for a period of three weeks. I have fired people for less, so I believe that I'm being fair here. Bam was beaten within an inch of his life and the doctors aren't sure if he'll ever regain use of his right hand again."

"I understand, sir. So what am I going to be doing in this three week time."

"Well since you can't be anywhere near the company while suspended, I guess you go home until it's over."

"Oh no, we're going to be in Texas for the next three weeks, so you can stay at my place." Taker threw in quickly.

"What you guys decide is on you, I have said my piece so good day." Vince got to his feet and left the area quickly, glad that it had gone the way it had.

After seeing what she was capable of during a rage, he didn't want to find himself on the receiving end, and he pitied the next person who willingly or unwillingly put themselves in that position.