After the show Emily went out to the parking lot and confronted Christopher Daniels.

"What were you doing out there, Em?"

"Just watching," she answered, getting in her car. "I was really bored."

"You made me lose," he said angrily. "That match was for the X Division title. And what were you writing? A poem?"

"None of your business," she answered, and started her car. He looked at her suspiciously before going to his own car.

- - -

Next week, to be safer, she came out on a Women's match (which was infrequent nowadays in TNA) – Traci vs. Gail Kim. Gail looked rather pissed at her for interfering, and while Traci looked confused, she kept her balance and won the match. Em had plenty of notes on that match. She went backstage quickly after it was over, making sure Traci or Gail couldn't catch up to her.

She ran into Jeff Jarrett's crew instead and instantly tried to hide the notepad.

"What do you got there?" Jarrett asked, trying to look around Emily's back. "Nothing," she answered. "Leave me alone."

Coach D'Amore of Team Canada slapped her lightly on the face. "Don't think we didn't see you last week," he said. "You cost Daniels the title. And this week you cost Gail her match."

She backed away from them, somewhat frightened. "What's wrong?" Jarrett asked in a baby voice. "Are you scared?" He took a jab at her with his hand, and missed, but it made her scream. They all laughed.

"Don't hurt me," she said, holding up her hands.

"If you show us what you're doing, then we won't hurt you," D'Amore said. "We promise."

Em didn't want to show them the notes. Even if they didn't hurt her now, if they found out what she was doing they probably would sooner or later. Not fun. Her instincts told her to run.

She did, in a completely unexpected sprint towards the exit of the building. They yelled at her, but when she looked behind they weren't there. They must've decided that it wasn't worth it, and she hoped it stayed that way.

- - -

Emily went home that evening and took the next week off. She emailed McMahon everything she wrote down, and he gave her the pay. Nice pay. Money, she loved it.

She received a couple of phone calls that week from – believe it or not – Jarrett. How he got her phone number, she wasn't sure, but she was pissed off at him. She picked up the phone a couple of times, and he proceeded to ask her when she was coming back, and if she was bringing her little pen and paper with her.

Damn.

The calls slowed after a couple of days. Only when they stopped completely did she return to TNA.

She was there on Thursday for a taping, and was hiding in the Women's locker room most the time. This was sad in her case because she knew she had more to do than just being there. She had to follow storylines. Wrestle. All that different stuff. And she had to write on the matches, too – she can't take notes if she wasn't looking down on a match, now could she?

She came out on an Abyss vs. Rhino match. It took her awhile to find out that she was shaking violently while standing up there on the ramp, scared to death that these two huge, obviously ruthless men would attack her. James Mitchell, who was at ringside, noticed and yelled at her. She ignored him.

Abyss won the match. Rhino was left in the ring breathing heavily, and she kind of felt sorry for him. She went backstage again before Abyss and Mitchell could follow her.

She went to the Women's locker room and encountered Jackie Gayda.

"Sorry about Jeff and all," she said. "I think he was just curious. He seems to be over it now."

"It's alright," Emily responded. "I was getting kind of scared."

Jackie was silent for a moment.

"I must admit, what are you doing, interfering on those matches?"

Emily immediately got a little defensive. "That's my business and no one else's."

"C'mon," Jackie begged. "I won't tell anybody, I swear."

Tell her, the voice inside her head said. You want to tell her.

"Did Jarrett set this up?" Emily asked. "You're going to tell him afterwards, aren't you?"

"No!" Jackie said. "C'mon, Em. I know you're doing something wrong, because if you weren't, you wouldn't be so protective about it, would you? Show me the notes."

Emily had Jackie totally figured out. Like Jackie would give a crap if Em kept interfering in matches in the first place, and plus, if Jackie refused to ask Emily about the notes under Jarrett's orders, he would put the oh-so-mysterious-and-embarrassing tape on the internet.

"You're right," Emily said, breaking the silence. "I might be doing something against TNA's orders, but if I am, it's none of Jeff's business. Tell him I said that."

Before Jackie had a chance to respond, Emily turned her heel and left the room.

- - -

I'm a priest for the poorest sacrifice.
I am but a raft in a sea of sorrow and greed.
You bathed in my wine. Drank from my cup, mocked my rhyme.
You slit tongues licked my aching wounds.
Put a stake through my heart!
And drag me into sunlight.
So awake for your greed!
As you're slaying the dreamer.

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Author's Note: Okay, no AJ Styles yet! But he and Em catch each other's eyes in the next chapter. This story will probably be a lot shorter than my WWE ones because this is my first TNA fic. The song at the end is a song by female-fronted metal band Nightwish, and it's called Slaying the Dreamer. The song is awesome, and I thought it'd suit the moment. Well let me know what you guys think of this chapter!