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A/N: Ok this chapter is a bit different… And yes, the chapters are getting shorter. So is my time span.

We landed in Greensboro Sunday night. Shawn went to the arena to check on some things and to schedule a little time in for calling out Hunter. But Eric wouldn't give him time. So when he complained to me later, I gave him one simple answer, "Take the time."

So when Raw rolled around, I was not surprised to see Shawn interrupt those Canadian assholes. But that comment about Bret Hart made me cry with laughter. Don't get me wrong, I wish Bret no harm. I hope he gets better and soon. He's not after my boys anymore so we're okay. I still cringed when he said that he was out to get Hunter, either a match or some answers. Hell, Shawn, we all want answers!

So I puttered around the room, watching and waiting.

And waiting a bit more.

So when Hunter finally came out I was nervous. It had taken him long enough. But he was talking and I listened. And for some reason, part of what he was saying made sense. I shouldn't have encouraged Shawn to take him on. What if he did re-injure himself? I admit Shawn's pride made him difficult and he could have just accepted being Hunter's manager. I had done it for them, it wasn't that hard. But for Shawn, being by the ring and not in it was painful. That I could understand. However, Hunter had gone about telling him this stuff all the wrong way. At this point, his actions were still forgivable.

Until the stage manager got his attention.

Until he went racing backstage.

A body.

Shawn.

Blood.

Glass.

Fear.

I don't remember going to the hospital. Or even how I knew where to go. I hope I hadn't driven. God only knows what kind of havoc I caused getting to Shawn. My mind kicked in when the doctor started talking to me. Shawn had a concussion and lacerations, but would be fine. He let me in so see him. "Hey Sunshine." I spoke softly.

"So have you killed anyone yet?" came the weak voice from the bed.

I pulled the chair close to the bed and took his hand in mine. "No, but you tell me who and it will be done."

He sighed. "I wish I knew. Some guy jumped me from behind, too quick to get a look. My head hurts. Have you called Rebecca? She's bound to be worried. And the guys; oh I'm glad you're calling them. My head is killing me." He narrowed his eyes at me. "Concussion right?"

"Yep, along with a few wonderful lacerations." I grinned. "You look like shit Shawn. But you look better than you did after Hell in a Cell with Taker."

"At least then I knew who jumped me."

The doctor came back in. Shawn was doing fine and, after watching him overnight, he would be released in the morning. Good. I could tell everyone that when I made my calls. Which reminded me to do so. "Hey, I'm going step outside and make those calls."

"Why don't you just go back to the hotel and call? Get some sleep. You don't need to be here with me all night. I'm not going anywhere." Shawn made a shooing motion with his hands. "Go on. I'll be fine."

I rolled my eyes and made a joke of my pain, "Shawn this is two nights in a row I've been close enough to do something and haven't. My pride wouldn't stand another blow." I grinned for his sake and listened to him snicker as I walked out. But once outside the hospital, I collapsed onto the bench. This made it twice. At least for Shawn. I haven't been there for my guys at all. I'm failing my family. They are all I have.

After a few moments of panic, I hear my cell phone go off. "Hello?"

"I love you Mom. How's Shawn?" Jesse came through loud and clear.

"He's ok Jesse. A few lacerations, a concussion, and one hell of a revenge coming his way." I growled. "Whoever did this is going to get one bad ass beating when I find him."

"He doesn't know?" Jesse sounded shocked.

I sighed. "Nope. He was attacked out of the blue from behind. The culprit is a mystery to us."

I heard him curse. "Well, I guess I'll go tell Scott. He went for e punching bag when we saw Shawn on the ground like that. Weird what Hunter did huh?"

I thought for a minute. "What did Hunter do? I'm afraid I missed that."

"How?" He replied in a shocked tone.

"Come on Jesse. I'm five minutes from the arena, you think I didn't rush down here without a second look at the show."

He chuckled. "Oh yeah. I forgot that. Anyway, Hunter went ballistic over Shawn. He ran backstage and was calling for help. He freaked. And then he said fuck you to Eric, when Bischoff accused him of doing it."

I admit, I was stunned. "Wow. Maybe this will help Hunter's delusions. I must say that I understood his reasons though. Shawn's pride is bigger than all of us."

"But Hunter's, umm…. call it, enlightening methods, really need work." He huffed. I almost laughed. Jesse huffed like a pouty child. Wait, he was a pouty child.

I finished the conversation with a promise to call if we found who it was. In return he was to keep Scott from coming up here and dealing with it personally. I called Kevin and Pac and had them tell me the same thing about Hunter. Strange. And Billy tried to convince me that I needed him more than SmackDown did. Note I said tried. And even though I passed by with the others Billy was the one who told me that this wasn't my fault. I couldn't have been there to help. Well, that's what he said anyway. I didn't say that I believed him. And when I called Becca, Shawn's wife, well, she was a basket case. I had to promise to bring Shawn home as soon as possible. And I did. I called the airport and got two first class tickets to San Antonio, Texas for Wednesday morning. We would make it to Shawn's place in enough time to watch Scott wrestle.

I spent the rest of the night keeping Shawn awake, until the doctors, in all their infinite wisdom, decided he could sleep. I sat in the chair, pulled beside the window, and wondered what I was going to do with myself.