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A/N: So, SummerSlam was a lovely emotional roller coaster for me. How about you? I have decided that this story may reappear if Shawn does. Other than that, my last addition will be for the day after 8-26 Raw. To be posted…..whenever I finish. Soon, I promise.

I got home and then decided to call someone. Who would be the calmest person to deal with? Normally I would call Jesse, but he was with Scott and Scott is not calm at all. Not a chance of that. Kevin would be my second choice, but with Kid still hanging around him, nothing would get done with him constantly snatching the phone. I couldn't call Shawn. I wasn't quite sure how to explain why I walked out on him. Knowing him, he would think it was his fault entirely. So that left Billy. Mr. Ass. Maybe if I could just get his answering service.

No such luck.

"Chyna! Where on God's green earth have you been?" Billy never even said hello.

"Tulsa." Straight, short answers were best when talking to the blonde.

"And why was being there so important that you couldn't tell any of us where you were? We were worried sick, Mom. You know that Shawn really didn't need that. He was upset when he woke up that morning to find you walked out on him."

Geez, Billy. Talk about plunging the knife into my heart. "I know. I just couldn't handle seeing," I was at a loss, "that. I can't stand hearing Hunter talk like that."

He sighed. "I understand. I hate it and I'm not even a part of it."

"Not a part of it?!" I yelped. "Hell, Billy, we are all a part of it. Tell me that you didn't feel just as much pain as the rest of us. Baby, that's the reason I took off. Well, mostly. I had to remember that Hunter is family. We are a family. And I don't want to see my loves hurt one another."

"Too late for that. I wonder how Hunter would react to knowing what he's done to us."

I sat down on the couch. Serious time now. "He has to know what he's done. He threw a boulder into this calm little pond of mine. Billy, when Hunter said those things to Shawn, about his son, Cameron, for the first time in my life, I wanted to hurt him. No, I wanted to kill him. And frankly, having that reaction scared the crap out of me. You know my personal family history. DX is all I have. The Kliq is my family. And this is pulling me in two."

He was silent for a few moments. It was scary; I could hear the wheels turning in his head. "I know. That's what Kevin said to Shawn two days after you took off. Kev knew that you didn't run out to go to Hunter. You just need time. And it was a good idea to send Pac and Scott to help him train. Scott's dealt with this before. Luckily, Kevin and he got things straightened out."

"Do you ever think that Shawn and Hunter will work this out?" I held hope in my heart for that day.

"I really want to say yes, but I can't lie. I honestly don't know. Shawn's pretty upset."

I talked to Billy for a while longer, and then asked him to call the rest of the gang for me. I told them not to have them call me. I didn't feel up to taking too much of DX in one night. Especially after my little escaping episode.

That night I had a nightmare. The entire family had gotten together and bought us a little time on SummerSlam. Before the match we all came out in dark clothes. We told the crowd that we were having a funeral for our family member Hunter. A man known as The Game had killed him and Shawn was going to get revenge. We had then left and Shawn had proceeded in his match, which he won. Later that night as we celebrated, Bischoff had called Kevin to tell him that Hunter had shot and killed himself in the locker room after the pay per view.

I woke up crying.

Eventually I called the rest of the boys. Shawn I saved for last. I convinced him not to go to Raw that Monday. It was a good thing because all Hunter served to do was tell him that he was going to seriously injure him this time. Like the last time didn't hurt enough. Hell, Triple H had already taken Shawn's spirit and ripped it into bits, why not finish of his body too?

The Kid went home for a while and the next week I passed with Kevin. It was ironic that they gave him the same workout table that they gave Hunter when he came in with his quad injury. There happened to be a Triple H poster right above our heads. A sort of thank you to the staff who helped him through all the rehabilitation and made him wrestle again.

Kevin said it was motivation.

He told me that week that he was the one who called Hunter to help track me down. He figured that Hunt would know me best and that HHH was worried when Kevin said they couldn't find me. He quietly admitted to me that he had been talking to Hunter for a while. As much as we love Kevin, we don't know what he's going through with this injury and Hunter does. "He tells me to keep going when it hurts so bad I want to die. Hunter keeps reminding me that it hurt worse yesterday and it will hurt less tomorrow. Chyna, Hunter doesn't seem like the same guy talking to me as he does in the ring lately." He looked at me pitifully. "All I know is that we can't ostracize him. It gives me a bad feeling just to think of it."

I told him about my nightmare.

The next Monday, Jesse accompanied Shawn to Raw. Seeing as how he wasn't on the roster, he had to be like me last time and stay at the hotel. Which was fine for now. Shawn managed to attack Hunter and prove that he was ready to fight without sustaining damage. He had worked nonstop with Scott and Jesse. Billy had gone to see them a few times and ended up being Shawn's ring partner. Billy was the only one besides Hunter and I that had any chance of pulling off a decent Pedigree.

One day Kevin and I had the pleasure of listening to X-Pac's impression of J.R. while he was commenting on a match between Billy and Shawn. It was entertaining to say the least. "JR" kept comparing the moves to the 'educated feet of X-Pac' and everything came up short. Until Jesse smacked him over the head and took over as "Jerry Lawler." And at that point 'The King' was bemoaning the loss of my Playgirl Puppies. I laughed so hard I cried. Then the entire match had to be paused, due to hilarity, as Kevin asked "That reminds me, Chyna, do you think I could have another copy of that?"

"I suppose, why?" My response was innocent I tell you.

"Well, it's hard to pull the pages apart. It got all sticky."

I turned about seven shades of red. It was one thing to realize that that is probably what happened to a lot of those magazines, but to have it come from Kevin, my family, was another story. And, as I mentioned, the work in the ring had to stop as Billy, Shawn, Scott, Kid and Jesse heard us on the speakerphone.

After they finally got back to work, they finished a match and we discussed it. Shawn was up to taking two Pedigrees and getting up before the three count. Not bad for a guy who hadn't actively competed in four years.

SummerSlam was next.

To assuage my dream, only Kevin and I were accompanying Shawn.

And we weren't packing any black clothes.