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A/N: This is the end of the road. Thanks for coming along. I sincerely apologize for the total lack of the last chapter. I thought it had been uploaded, but after an email from a friend who quickly explained to me the situation, I re-uploaded. And as a sort of apology, I added an epilogue.

"Hi Chyna."

I growled. "What are you doing here?"

He sighed and sat down heavily on one of the chairs. I leaned against the wall, trying not to act like he was shocking me by simply showing his face at all. So I simply studied him, and quickly came to a conclusion I didn't like at all.

Hunter was hurting.

But I was tired too. Too tired to deal with any crap. And I didn't want to feel anything for the man before me; the one that had sent Shawn to the hospital again. Hat do you want, Triple H?"

"Man I have screwed up," he muttered. He winced a bit and turned so he could put his leg up on the bench beside him. "She calls me Triple H and not Hunter. Like she doesn't know me."

I went for Shawn's bag, and really felt like being a bitch. "I don't know you." He jerked like he had been shot. "Well, let's face it, I don't know this version of 'The Game.' I knew Hunter Hearst Helmsley, loved him too. But I also know that you slowly began to kill that man the night you married a McMahon. And then, when you discovered the truth about that fiasco, I though Hunter may be fighting back. But, no, you killed him the night you Pedigreed Shawn." I was screaming at this point. By God, the boy was going to her me now. "Then you decide to attack him, to send him to the hospital. Damn it not only did The Game kill Hunter, he tried to kill Shawn."

Hunter sat, well, stunned was putting it mildly. "You are talking like I'm dead." He was so quiet.

My dream came back in full force now. The one where DX held a memorial for our friend, then he… I couldn't even mention it to myself. That dream and my horror at what I had just said ran all the anger out of me and left me with nothing. I took Shawn's stuff and headed for the door. "I'm sorry Hunter. I didn't mean that, I'm just confused, and, hurt." I was halfway out the door when I heard his whimper.

"Don't be sorry Chyna. I know you meant it." I felt him walk up behind me. "Wait and just talk to me or at least listen to what I have to say."

I nodded. Isn't this what I had wanted after all? Some answers? Well, here was his shot. "I'm warning you now, if your reasoning isn't sound with me, the pain you feel now will be the best you will feel all night."

He sighed as he sat down. "It can't beat the guilt."

I remained standing. I lifted an eyebrow at him, choosing to doubt him without saying a word.

"Yeah. I uh, talked to Big Kev the other day. Well, actually, he talked, I listened." Hunter cleared his throat and looked away from me. "Kevin kind of told me how upset you were. That I had made you cry." He looked up. "You never cry."

Yep, Kevin was going to die.

He winced again, his body obviously tensing after the match. It always did. "I'm sorry."

I had to know, but first… I moved to the side and unsnapped his knee brace, just to remove the pressure. Oh man, I was going soft. "Why Hunter? Why hurt the DX and Kliq this way?"

"I just wanted Shawn back."

Awww. . . . Wait just a second. "Hunter, that was not exactly the way to go about it?"

He shrugged. "Well at first I did want to recreate DX and raise Bishoff's blood pressure. But then, as he walked out on that idea, it occurred to me. What kind of jerk was I to offer him a chance to be near the ring but not wrestle? He lived to wrestle Chyna. Then when his back took it away, I nearly died because my best friend in the world was hurting and I couldn't fix it. Also, honestly, it wouldn't have been DX without you either."

I rolled my eyes. "Thanks for the consideration, but seeing you two team up would have more than made up for my pain at not being there. But continue, why attack Shawn?"

He was silent for a minute and I was about to get pissed because I just knew he didn't have a good answer, but Hunter can be a surprising guy. "Chyna, who else would put their career on the line to wrestle someone they could injure permanently?"

Well, how does one respond to that line?

Hunter continued. "I had asked Bishoff earlier if he would allow Shawn to wrestle again. He denied the request because of the injury factor. It is far to easy to hurt Shawn's back now. And Shawn would know that it was true, not wrestle for fear of injury, and be miserable, even though he was with me."

I sighed and sat beside him. Yeah, he proved a good reason. "Shawn would be just like that."

"So I had to piss him off enough to want to fight me. I knew he could surpass the injury and I could find ways to hurt him, without damaging him. Hell, I know the injuries to that back like his doctor I studied them so much." He leaned against me. "I wouldn't put him down forever."

"I know."

"But, I can't do it anymore." He sounded strained. "I am hurting everyone. Shawn's wrestling me, great. But, I think I'm doing more damage than good."

"So that would be why you didn't tell the family, huh? Shawn wouldn't wrestle you for fear of injury. So, don't tell us and piss him off even more. Well, it worked."

"I just can't do it anymore." Whoa, did my Hunter sound like he was about to cry. Ok, time to nip that in the bud.

"Tell you what, you can call me and tell me all about it when it gets hard to hurt him. Hunter he is thriving on this through the pain. Take it far enough and he will learn he can wrestle again. Then, well, we will see what happens."

He stood up. "I'll take that deal." He walked to the corner of the room and picked up something. "There is something I want you to give him, as incentive."

He turned around.

I laughed.

A sledgehammer.