New Jersey Airport, 9am Friday Morning:

Rebecca searched through her things inside her purse as her son, Cameron, kept asking and bombarding her with useless questions.

"Mommy, what time is it? Mommy, where is daddy? Mommy, why are we here?" All these questions were beginning to get on her nerves. She could no longer stand it, so she sighed and gave him one simple answer.

"Honey, we are here to see daddy, ok….now please…let me just grab my cell phone and we will be on our way to the hospital ok?" She took her cell phone out of her purse and decided to check the voice mail for any signs of life.

: NO MESSAGES AT THIS TIME: appeared before her eyes on the small blue screen.

'Darn it! I wish he would call already. I hope he's ok.' She leaned back in the small cushioned chair as her son continued to look around, curiously. After ten minutes, she had packed up everything and stood out of her seat, expecting Cameron to follow. But instead, he stood there, glaring at the other children running around him. She could see that he wanted to socialize, but now was not the time for that. She grabbed his hand and pulled him forward, heading straight for the parking lot.

The Hospital, 11 am est. Time:

Shawn was attempting to sit upright in his bed when the nurse suddenly came into the room.

"Mr. Michaels….someone's here to see you…" She stood there waiting for assurance. Shawn smiled and looked up at her.

"Bring 'em on in…." He then saw his wife and his son make their way towards him as he tried to smile to ease their worries.

"Honey…..oh my goodness….what did they do to you? Are you feeling alright….?" Rebecca's hand gently caressed the side of his face as a single tear fell down her face.

"Yea….I guess I'm doing alright….hey Cameron…." He said to the small child standing beside his bed, "how is my little man holding up?" Instead of giving a response, however, the son remained by his mother's side, while not making eye contact. Shawn sighed as he leaned back in his bed; it had been a long week, and hopefully, this would be the end of his troubles. His wife then asked him about what exactly happened at the house show the other night. He told her all the details that he could possibly remember at the given moment. But one thing just didn't make sense, who on earth would want him so critically injured, that he wouldn't be able to stand or to wrestle? To him it just didn't make any sense.

"I wouldn't know," Rebecca replied, "obviously I don't think its Kurt who wants to hurt you so bad, and if so, then he's already done his dirty work. But someone had to have told him to do so." On that occurring thought, Shawn suddenly had one man's name come up in his mind-and that name, was his boss, Vince. Without hesitation, he asked his wife one question.

"Honey, has Vince attempted to contact you in any way? You know, since I have been in this hospital?" to that, his wife shook her head 'no'. "Well, say if he does, do me a huge favor….if he tries to tell you anything, anything at all, will you please contact me?"

"But honey, why…?"

"Just do this for ME, ok? The doctor says I should be out of here by tonight…..maybe sooner." Shawn glanced down at his son who was still standing by the bed. "What I want you to do is to find a hotel room around this general area. Somewhere close…..I am supposed to be cleared for wrestling hopefully by next week. And something tells me this 'storyline' between Vince and I isn't over yet. What I am thinking is that he is going to try to do something here soon."

"What do you mean something soon? To who?"

"It is either going to be me or you……and whatever it is…..it isn't good. You always tell me how the lord shows us stuff when there is something bad that is going to happen, right? Well, you won't believe me, but I had this dream about Stephanie coming into this room. She told me not to mess with a McMahon…..so if Vince tries to tell you anything at all…..just tell me alright….now please….go." he looked away as his wife kissed his cheek and left the room with her son in hand. He had no idea what he was talking about, but something told him, his boss was up to something. This was probably a hell of a lot more, than just a normal storyline.

McMahon Mansion, Greenwich, Conn. 4pm est. Time:

Stephanie clicked her cell phone shut as she heard her mother making her way into the living room.

"Who was that, dear?" Linda asked as she whipped her hands clean with a dish towel rag.

"Oh, it was just Shane….you know checking on me like he always does."

"Oh, he is so caring; you know he'd do anything for you…" Linda couldn't help but smile-if only she'd known.

"Yea," Steph responded back with a sly grin from ear to ear, "I guess he is, isn't he?" She saw her mother smile as she walked out of the room, obviously, the mother couldn't have been any more clueless! Stephanie smiled as she pondered over her part of the plan once more: call Shawn, tell him about the skit they have in mind, and send him in for the kill. It seemed all too perfect….and that was just the way the Billion Dollar Princess liked it. She placed the cell phone into her pocket and then grabbed for her purse….almost show time, she thought to herself-only one more day to go.

The Hospital doors, 9pm est. Time:

Shawn flinched as he made his way into his car when his cell phone began to ring unexpectantly.

"Hello?"

"Hello, Shawn, oh, it's so good to hear from you once again! So I heard you're all cleared to wrestle!" The raspy feminine voice made over the line. The voice was unmistakable-Stephanie McMahon, Shawn thought to himself.

"Why hello, Stephanie, how may I be of service?" He joked for a moment. But he wasn't hearing laughter on the other end, not the type of Stephanie he had known for so many years. Odd, he recalled.

"Oh, you can be of service alright. Listen, will you be available tomorrow at noon perhaps?"

Shawn glanced down at his watch. Noon, tomorrow? What for?

"Yea, I guess I will be, why? What's up?"

"I seem to have a brilliant idea in mind, ok? Check this out, Candice Michelle, you know the diva? Well, she was wondering if she could go lingerie shopping tomorrow, and I thought, hey, what a great skit idea! So, you like it?" She had to keep her father's name out of the sequence of the conversation-one mention of her father and it could ruin the plan for good. Everyone within the company knew or at least had an idea of how smart and quick Shawn Michaels could be at any given time. And she was not willing to take the chance with him.

"Uh, yea, I don't see why not….although I am kind of dumbfounded as to why you would need me? Why not just have her go about it on her own?" Stephanie had to come up with a back up explanation and fast!

"Oh, Shawn, I thought we would need you because you are so popular, it would sell like mad, unlike her being alone. Besides, having a male with her, come on, think of the controversy that would create, huh?" Same old same old, the Icon thought. It was so like her to grab him out of the bunch because in a sense, she was right-he could sell practically anything she brought up to him. But right as he was about to approve of the meeting and plan for tomorrow, he rethought her words very quickly. 'Besides, having a male with her…..would bring controversy…' He couldn't help but think of Vince McMahon once again. Why this kept happening to him, he had no idea. But he had to question it nonetheless.

"Uh, Stephanie, if you don't mind me asking, would your father have anything to do with this plan of yours at all?"

"….Uh no, why? Why would he? I haven't heard from him in days." She felt her heart skip three whole beats….it wasn't like her to lie like this to a trusted employee, but at this time she had no other choice. She waited for his response, which seemed to take forever.

"Ok, it's a done deal…..where do you want me to meet you all?" She told him all he needed to know for the meeting and ended the call. Shawn pressed the 'end' button on his phone for a few moments while again thinking to himself. She had unremarkably stuttered when he had asked the last question. But yet again when did she NOT stutter? Just in case if something was aloof, however, he decided to make one more phone call. "Hello, Ric, yea, it's me, Shawn. Listen, have you heard from Shane, Stephanie or Vince at all since I got to the hospital?"

"No, why?"

"Do me a favor, find Angle for me, and ask him if he has talked to Vince at all….."

"Ok, any reason why?" Why was he so insistent on knowing the damn details?

"Ric, just do that for me, ok? Just ask him the question, and get back to me before noon tomorrow. I don't know why, but something is just not feeling right to me at all….if you catch my drift….Ric, are you there?" He waited for a few moments before another voice came over the line.

"Hey, you selfish son of a bitch!"

"KURT? What the god's gracious name are you…"

"Just listen to me…..you are going to pay….and so is Ric…..if you don't go through with Stephanie's plan tomorrow as your supposed to…expect Ric's career as well as his LIFE done for! Do you understand me?" Shawn hesitated. He was so shocked, what was he supposed to think or say at that particular time? Without acknowledging his instincts, he answered rather quickly.

"Yes, I understand. Just don't hurt him, alright Kurt….Kurt?" the line had cut off on him before he had a chance to say another word. Many thoughts began streaming across his brain, but what he lacked to think of is how he came to know of Stephanie's plan to begin with. But when it finally did come, there was no mistaking it, Kurt and Stephanie were in on something that had to do with him personally, and whatever that may have been, he was going to learn about it soon enough.

Author's Note: Hope you enjoyed! More coming soon!