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A/N: ok this chapter and the next are going to be a little choppy. As I said, still trying to catch up. That and the fact that during a crisis, a fog seems to cover everything you do. So Chyna doesn't catalogue her entire day now, just the parts that stand out. Ummm… I'm glad everyone likes this. It makes me happy! Oh and Adrienne Drusilla Daae, let us know about that story. I am glad to think I inspired somebody. And this chapter wasn't beta read so please excuse the mistakes. Oh and I wrote this after 8-5 RAW. Let's just say I will applaud Shawn at the same time I worry about his back.

I rolled over to face the wall. It was Wednesday morning. Shawn had been Pedigreed by our best friend two days ago. The boys were arriving tonight. And Kevin and Scott were already here.

I lay there and listened to the silence of the house. Well, the almost silence. Scott snores like a train. Shawn had taken the single-bed room and Scott was sleeping in one of the twin rooms because it was closest to Kevin. He took his role as a nurse very seriously. I guess it was only fair. Kevin had cared for Scott during his hangovers and recovery programs. I'm glad that's over. I have never felt such fear as when Kevin called to tell me that Scott was drinking himself to death. I'm not scared now, just hurt.

I took a shower and then went to wake up Kev. Being said that he was on leave until Friday, and then had to go back for more therapy on that quad, I was taking it upon myself not to have him regress. We left the other two sleeping and carefully made our way down to my weight room. I knew that with it being only me, Kevin would actually tell me when it hurt and not try to macho out like he would around the guys.

We made it for about three hours before Scott stumbled down the steps. "Morning guys. How's the workout going?"

"Just done." I threw a towel over Kevin's face so he could scrub away the few tear tracks pain had caused. "He'll leave here ready to face those doc's in therapy Friday afternoon. I helped Hunter, now Kev. Maybe I should look into a new line of work."

They laughed and I heard another voice. Shawn. I turned to look at him. It was obvious he hadn't sleep last night. "No Chyna. You can't be a physical therapist. You're bodyguard material. Always have been."

And wouldn't you know, I hadn't been sleeping well either. And I'm sure you could tell that I was trying to take care of everyone and watching for outbursts. Well I guess I wasn't looking hard enough. Or at least I thought I had control of myself. "Well aren't I going a damn good job of guarding you? I talked to Hunter Saturday before the PPV and I didn't see it coming. I was close enough to actually go to Raw and be with you two, but I stayed here. And a fat lot of good it did. Hell I'm not even in the company. How the fuck am I supposed to protect you?!?" I think I actually twitched on that last part, but seeing as how I was raging mad anyway….

I saw shocked faces, but didn't care. This family was all I had. My actual family, well, best not to go there. But the guys, hell, they could do without me. I'm sure that they would miss me but, Kevin had a son, Scott was off and on with his lady, Shawn was married happily with a two-year-old son, Jesse and Kid were engaged to two wonderful girls, Billy was married, for all that talk about picking up chicks, he never would and Hunter had a wonderful family. He had just been through a shitty divorce, but no uncle could love nieces and nephews quite like he did. But now, Hunter had slammed out hearts, Kevin was hurt, Jesse was out of the business, Shawn had lost his comrade in arms, Pac was about to be released and Billy was low man on the totem pole in the business. Protect them? Hell, I can't ever stay in the business. I saw movement out of the corner of my eye. Bodies were moving back up the stairs. Good. I went straight to the punching bag, venting for a while. It didn't take long for the anger to leave and the sorrow set in. I held onto the punching bag as the tears ran down my face.

"Chyna."

The one word was full of emotions that I would not like to go into right now. All that mattered was that Kevin had somehow gotten his broke self halfway across the room, unaided, to wrap his arms around me and let me cry into his shoulder. What a nice guy. He's holding me like he thinks I'm going to break, and just as I'm about to tell him so I realize, damn, I did just break. Huh, imagine that. I start to calm myself down. Soon I'm just standing there.

"Feeling better?" I nod to him. "Good, because this is nice and all, but I really have to sit down before I fall down."

I chuckle and pull out of his arms, only to slide under an arm and wrap my strength around him so he can get back to the bench. I sit on the floor beside him as he puts his leg up on the bench in front of him. "Thanks."

"You are so very welcome. I figured it was about time. All of us hurting is putting some major strains on you." He began stroking my hair. "You aren't a superhero you know. Can't take care of everyone without taking some time for yourself."

I sat there, letting him brush his fingers through my hair, his voice rolling over me. He made sense you know. After all he was Shawn's first bodyguard, Diesel. And if his quad hadn't gone out on him, he would have been there with Shawn and Hunter.

We sat there for another hour or so before I could face my boys again. They ignored my outburst and I let them. Kevin had chased them out for the same reason I threw a towel over his head to hide tear tracks. We are a sad bunch.

The boys arrived later. I was still in a fog. The most I can really remember is finding an armful of Kid as he jumped onto me with a bear hug. Billy and Jesse had brought me a present, hot pink fuzzy dice. Gotta love those idiots. That and dinner is all my memory serves. Up until Shawn sat us all down in the living room around Kevin's bed and made his announcement.

"I'm going to challenge Hunter at Raw."

Time freeze.

I step out of myself for a moment and look around. Faces: Kid's in shock, Billy is pissed, Jesse is confused, Scott is angry, Kevin is…Kevin is looking at me, and I'm smiling. Hold on, I'm smiling? Why? Oh yes, I can feel it now.

Time begins.

Arguments erupt.

"You can't challenge him." Billy started.

"No way, Chico." That was Scott of course. "I 'm beginning to think that Pedigree screwed up your head."

Jesse rubbed his temples. "Why do you want to do that? Isn't there something else?"

"But you can't…your back?" Kid was as close as he ever came to stuttering.

I turned to see Kevin still looking. "What do you think?"

Turning to see Shawn I noticed that they were all staring at me. "I think it's a good idea." Jaws dropped everywhere, even Shawn's.

"You aren't going to fight me on this one mom?"

"Nope. Lets recap. Hunter Pedigreed you, therefore it makes sense for you to be to one to revenge on him. And, Hunter appeared to not want to hurt him that badly, as noted by the poorly executed Pedigree in question." Oh gees, I sound like a moron. But at least they are listening. "And finally, we all want to kick is ass and get some answers. Now, some of us can't go, we don't work there. Others have duties elsewhere. Besides, Hunter never could fool Shawn or vice versa. It's a good idea really. Can't say as I like it that much, but it has to happen."

There was silence and then the others reluctantly agreed with me. Kid spoke up. "Just be careful, Michaels. Don't let your pride send you to the hospital."

"Not a problem." Even I was surprised by the steel in my voice. "I'm going with him."