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A/N: I created two endings for this story, which ends after SummerSlam. The ends I have planned depend on the outcome of the match I never wanted to see, but will be glued to anyway.

I took Shawn back to my place Tuesday morning. To no surprise he didn't know what Hunter had done either. Thank goodness for the Internet. I found a video of the ending of Raw. Shock didn't even begin to cover HBK's expression.

"Maybe it was a good thing I was attacked."

My jaw dropped. "How could that be good? Impossible."

He turned to face me. "Well, would anything else make Hunter change his mind? He seemed like the old Hunt when he was calling for help. Like the time Mick Foley almost did me in. Remember that?"

I laughed. "Yeah. I miss those days. I wouldn't ask for them back though. No kids. Billy, Jesse and Pac are too much fun."

After settling him in The Bed, I went to check my messages. I almost died when I heard Hunter asking me to have Shawn call him. And there were a few more form him, all on the same subject. I told Shawn that and he took himself out of bed, at which I complained, but was just as disturbed as I. Then he went for his cell phone to check messages and lo and behold there were fifteen messages from Hunter. We talked and thought the best idea was to wait until we found the culprit before calling Hunter. We would also have to call the rest of the gang before we made such a move as well.

Shawn also talked to the Greensboro police. They said that they would be looking for the attacker. Apparently Bischoff was certain that whoever did this should be arrested or at least found. I was all for that. Find the bastard so I can damage him, or jail him so I can't get to him. The police took all the information that Shawn could give them and told us that they would be in touch. I would be shocked if they actually found the person before Shawn did. The Hardy's were huge Shawn fans and had called to say that they were asking around backstage as well. They promised to report their findings to the police, after they reported to me. Have I mentioned that I love being intimidating to guys? But after that I decided that Matt and Jeff were all right in my book.

I took Shawn home Wednesday. He made me pack enough things to stay with him for a few days. He said that he couldn't stand the thought of me being alone, but I think it was a decision based on the fact that I was there through all this. It felt strange to be in his house with a wife and kid there. I still wasn't used to Shawn being married. I loved Rebecca and all, but it just killed the HeartBreak Kid image. I think Becca was confused as to why Shawn had brought me with him. When he went off to play with his son, I took her aside and explained that Shawn was my family too and I was determined to be here for him, as I wasn't at the arena. We became allies that day.

Later we watched Scott get defeated by Jeff Jarrett again. Evidently, that boy hadn't learned his lesson from when I pounded him for the Intercontinental Championship. We called Scott and Jesse Thursday morning and held a rather good bitching session. It didn't take long for Shawn to use his conference calling system and get Kevin and Kid to talk to us. One sigh later, Jesse had reminded us to call his partner in crime. Billy was still an outraged little boy, but thankfully didn't say anything to me about guilt in front of the others.

Shawn and I spent time playing with his son, working out, and going to his training facility. I scared more than half of the poor boys learning in there. It was fun. I was also spending time with Rebecca getting Shawn to rest. He still looked pretty bad and sometimes the pain got past his facade and we sent him to bed. It was a good thing that there was two of us to accomplish the task.

It was Friday when the Greensboro police called.

They had found a camera in the arena's parking lot with a rather good view of Shawn's car and what happened. They sent the images via the Internet so Shawn could identify his attacker. The first clip they sent was worthless. It only served to anger me. You could see Shawn get hurt but nothing of the man. Then we viewed a second picture of the enlarged and unscrambled image. It turned out it was a damned good thing that we had never called Hunter back. This time, the pain was greater than when Hunter had first Pedigreed Shawn. At least then he was blatant about it. This lying around he had done this time was sickening. We had to calm down Rebecca first. She was all for going and destroying Hunter right then. After calming her and sending her out to watch their toddler, Shawn and me fumed and cried silently for a few minutes. We were losing hope of ever forgiving and forgetting.

Shawn turned to me, two tears still traveling down his face at Hunter's assault, and asked me for one thing. "Call Bischoff. I want time to talk on Monday."

After a few hours I finally managed to do just that. And I convinced him to set us up via satellite so that Shawn could be within the comfort of his home while he confronted his best friend. A few more convincing growls allowed Eric to 'forget' about the feed until we were ready. Yes, we. Do you really think I was going to leave Shawn until that was over? Eric only asked for one thing, that I stay off camera. I agreed, no use in getting fans' hopes up. I wasn't coming back. Or at least not now, things can always change.

At least I didn't have to call the boys for a change. Shawn did that on his own this time.

We slowly passed the time until Monday. Then it was time for Raw. Becca took their son to another section of the house. She didn't want to see what happened. And we would tell her later anyway. Hunter made us both sick with his innocence act. Claming to hunt down the culprit and make him pay, just as I had said. I suddenly wondered what I would do if I ran across Hunter. I had avoided thoughts like that like the plague, but now it was important. I knew, deep in me, that I couldn't do to him what I would do to another person who had hurt Shawn. But then it was nearing the end of the show and Shawn told me to call Eric. I did and soon after found a place out of camera shot while Shawn went live on television to air his dirty laundry.

Shawn was a very good actor, making Hunter think that he knew nothing. Then he showed him the footage that the police had sent us and the ass had the nerve to laugh. Then Hunter went on a little spiel on how Shawn could have just accepted his role and let Hunter protect him. How any other person would have crippled Shawn, but he didn't. That Shawn couldn't hack it in the ring anymore and needed Hunter to protect him. My mind wanted to claim protecting Shawn as my job, but my heart knew better. I had failed miserably.

 Shawn quickly shook me out of my funk as he challenged Hunter to a match at SummerSlam. I listened in disbelief as Hunter said things about Rebecca and the child. At that point, I could have given Hunter the beating of his life without any regret. Hunter finally accepted the match and Shawn made a claim to not wrestle, but fight. Then as he walked off leaving a smirking Hunter in the ring, I fought tears back again. I let Shawn go and talk to Rebecca alone.

My mommy-ness was coming back twofold. Shawn and Hunter were the first true family I had. My real family was shit. Those two gave me a career and a life. More importantly they gave me love and in return gave me someone to love. And if this had been any other person, Hunter would be with us and I would have no protests at this match. I couldn't go to the show and help Shawn to the ring, but Hunter would have. And now the two were fighting each other. Shawn hadn't been wrestling in four years. Sure he had gotten in the ring a few times at the training camp he ran, but this wasn't showing moves to some inexperienced kids. This was against a man who knew him inside and out. This was my family. I now knew how the Hardy Boys father had felt when Matt and Jeff got into it months ago. And I had to get away.

First I went to Shawn. I admit I gave him no clue as to the fact that I was leaving. I simply asked if he was sure he wanted to do this. At his affirmation I nodded and told him I was going to my room for a while. Beeca followed me out.

"You're leaving aren't you?" She wasn't pulling any punches.

I faced her and spoke quietly. "Yes. I can't be here. Don't let him know yet."

She sighed. "I wish you would stay. He needs training if he is going to stand a chance. I don't want him to come home bleeding again."

"Honey, I have been there when they have both come home bleeding. You get used to it." I turned. " I just don't want to see this. I may want to break Hunter in half right now, but those two gave me love and the fact that one of them will leave this fight broken and bleeding from a beating that the other gave them, breaks my damn heart."

She placed her hand on my shoulder. "I understand. I would feel the same if I had another child and the kids fought each other with all this honest hate. But, Shawn will be crushed if you leave."

I shrugged. "Then let him know that he still has my love." I began to walk off, but stopped and turned to her again. "But I'm not leaving him entirely alone. I will send some help for you."

I called Scott and Jesse later from my rental car, heading up the interstate. I told them in no uncertain terms, to get their asses down to San Antonio. They quickly agreed and told me they would see Shawn and me soon. I didn't bother to correct them. They would know that I had gone soon enough. Shawn would call them looking for me. At that I hung up and turned the phone off. I still had a couple of day's worth of clothes with me and determined that Tulsa would be a nice place to stay a week or so. Without telling anyone, I headed north.

Wednesday was the first day I decided to turn my phone on. I had a full mailbox of voice messages. I checked all I had. Each and every one was from one of the six. I called none and turned my phone off again. I hooked up my laptop and found an inbox with the same fullness from the guys and a few junk pieces. Again, I answered none. I made it through Thursday without watching SmackDown. I watched none of the Saturday shows and went out to eat while Sunday Night Heat was on. Monday I could take it no longer and turned on Raw. I gave up as soon as I heard Hunter claim that he and Shawn were never friends and that they had only used each other. I ended up watching a movie. Never friends my ass.

Tuesday I checked all my messages again. One was Billy saying that they were going to put out a missing person's report if I didn't call them soon. The only disturbing one was from Hunter of all people. It seems that the guys were so worried that they actually called him to see if he had any idea as to where I could be. The message went something like this:

"Chyna, listen I know that I am the last person you want to hear from but listen before you delete this okay. Please. Chy, the guys called me today, asking where you might be. They're very worried about you. Just taking off like this isn't you, Doll. Call them. And talk Shawn out of this madness. I will not stop this time. Don't let his pride do this to him. I know you hate me, but I'll say this anyway. I love you. Bye."

I booked a flight home for Wednesday morning.