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Elizabeth was stretching her arms when she woke up. Looking over at the clock she saw that it was seven am. She crawled out of the bed and padded to the bathroom. She looked in the mirror and for the first time in years she didn't see Elizabeth she saw Kimberly. Kimberly had been the girl that had killed her adoptive father in self defense. The girl that had almost killed her older brother. The man that she considered her brother that is, when he had raped her. She had been fifteen when she killed her adoptive father in self defense. She had attacked her brother when he raped her, she had been nineteen. And she had thought she put Kimberly behind her, but her she was starring at her in the mirror. Elizabeth sighed and took her brush and pulled her long brown hair back into a ponytail at the nape of her neck. She was going to go to the store and get some hair dye. She hadn't dyed her hair in eight years.

She grabbed her makeup kit out from under the sink and applied the light green eye shadow that accented her brown eyes. She applied mascara and blush. Then she dug through to the bottom of the kit until she found her shimmering peach lipstick. She pulled on her faded blue jeans and a strapless bar. Standing in front of her closet she looked for her favorite top. Finally finding it she pulled it on. It was a black halter top that stopped just above her pierced naval. Looking back in the mirror she saw the woman that she was today. She put everything away and walked downstairs. She pulled on her black knee high boots and grabbing her car keys she left the house after making sure that her cell phone was in her purse. She smiled to herself after she locked her door. She had three stops to make. One was to the Carmichael Detective Agency; another was to Camdyn Memorial Cemetery. The third was the store.

She started her car and was happy to hear a familiar radio station. She loved all types of music but today she wanted to listen to rock. So she changed the station from country to Rock. And she got lucky when her favorite song by Trapt came on the second she fixed the station. She sang along to the music as she drove.

Back off I'll take you on

Headstrong to take on anyone

I know that you are wrong

Headstrong we're Headstrong

Back off I'll take you on

Headstrong to take on anyone

I know that you are wrong and this is not where you belong

I can't give everything away

I won't give everything away

She felt as if the song was about her. She finished the song and continued to drive. She pulled up in front of the agency. Stepping out of her car she heard wolf whistles. She shook her head. She knew how she looked, and there were times that she used it. She opened the door to the agency; the assistant looked up and nodded her head toward the door where Jackson Carmichael was waiting for her. She walked right in.

"Good morning Ms. Macarthur. I see you are one that prefers to be on time."

"Yes I have very little free time for this. I have a hectic schedule."

"I'm sure you do. So I will make this meeting easy for you. It didn't take much to discover who your parents really are. With access to records from the agency up there I was able to learn that your parents are from Connecticut. You have a brother and a sister, but they are several years older than you. Your parents didn't have room for a third child so and they didn't have time for a third child as they as well had busy schedules. Running a multimillion dollar company."

"Okay enough of this. Are you going to tell me who they are or not."

"Your mother however did name you Kimberly before she gave you up. Your full name was Kimberly Marie McMahon."

"MCMAHON!?"

"Yes, you've heard of them? Well wait don't answer that everyone has heard of them. They own the WWE."

"You positive about this?"

"Yes, why?"

"Well damn you're the detective, one would think that you know what company I employed by."

"I didn't dig into that…"

"I am a sound technician, and I sometimes help the stage crew. I am employed by the WWE."

"So you at least know Vince McMahon."

"No, I have never seen him, or talked to him I was hired by the general tech manager. Thank you for your time. You have my address send me the bill." Elizabeth walked out of the office pissed. She slammed her car door and drove to the cemetery with Pink blaring from the CD player in her car. Her friends called her angry chick music. When she neared the cemetery she turned the system down and when she pulled in. She didn't have far to drive so she parked almost immediately. She walked the short distance to her son's grave. She had moved to Texas when she turned twenty. She had been three months pregnant.

Just turned twenty when she found out she was pregnant. It may have been Jason Macarthur's son, but she had kept the baby. After all it wasn't really her brother's son. It was a man that had known that she wasn't his little sister and used it against her. She had given birth to a healthy baby boy. She had named him Adam Charles Macarthur. He died when he was two years old. Elizabeth had been in a car accident one night on her way home from the baby sitters house and the car had hit her car on the side Adam was on. He was pronounced dead on the scene. She stopped in front of her sons grave and squatted down in front of it.

She stayed that way with the tears falling down her face. If he was alive he would be seven today. The tears were falling harder, and her mascara began to run down her face. She wasn't ready to face the people that had given her away but she had to for him. So that she would be able to face her fears. If she could face them then she could face the bastard that had killed her baby. She knew that the man in the other car had been Jason, her adoptive brother. She hadn't had the guts to go and face him. She wondered if she ever would. She walked back to her car and looking in the mirror she wiped her face clean and reapplied her make up. She pulled out of the cemetery and drove to the store. She only needed to buy hair dye.

Walking into the store she wondered to the hair care isle. She was browsing the shelves when she saw a man she knew from work. She grabbed three of the burgundy hair dyes and two boxes of electric blue. She turned and began to walk the other way when he called her name.

"Elizabeth." She turned and saw him walk to her.

"Shawn, nice to see you."

"Yeah I was just getting a few things before I headed up to Connecticut."

"Your going this early?"

"Yeah I figured I would hit a few of the gyms up there and take my family as well sort of like a vacation."

"Oh, well I guess I'll see you up there next week. Just don't look for a long haired brunette."

"Obviously." He replied nodding his head toward the boxes of dye she was carrying. She laughed and walked away. She paid for her hair dye and the candy bar she grabbed at the counter. She opened it as she walked out the door. She went straight home and did her hair. She would leave for Connecticut that day. She called the airport and made reservations. And when she got home she made hotel reservations. She had parents to face.

Stephanie McMahon woke up in the morning covered in cold sweat. She looked over at her husband and got up to walk to the bathroom, and then at the clock. It was five thirty in the morning. She had had the nightmare again and she didn't like it. It had been years since she had it. The nightmare first came to her when her little sister would've been fourteen. Her parents had given up Kimberly when she was only a year old. They had had complications in trying to raise a baby when they had a business to run and two older children to take care of. Now almost fourteen years since she'd had that first nightmare she was having it again. The dream had been full of pain and darkness. Looking into the mirror the brunette sighed and pulled her hair back into a pony tail at the nape of her neck. She had a bad feeling that her life was about to be turned upside down. She walked back into her bedroom and kissed the fore head of her sleeping husband. She walked to the dresser and grabbed the note pad that she had left there last night, and wrote him a note to tell him that she was going jogging. She grabbed her shorts and a tank top and changed in the bathroom down the hall from her room.

At the same time Elizabeth Marie Macarthur was stepping off of a plane. She hadn't been in Connecticut before but she had gotten her parents address from Jackson Carmichael. She had already had a rental car reserved for her. Walking to the rental agency she got the keys to her car. She was nervous as hell. As she walked through the airport she got strange looks from people because of her hair. It was burgundy, and had electric blue streaks throughout it. She had on a light green tank top and black cargo pants. She was wearing sneakers for the first time in years. She got to her rental and she pulled the map she had printed out of her purse. She didn't know if she was going to go straight there or to the hotel first. She decided on the hotel. It took her half an hour to get there. She checked in and went to her room.

Stephanie ended her jog and walked the last mile home. She was no where near exhausted but she need to clear her head before facing Hunter. He was the one person that didn't know about Kimberly. The two of them were supposed to go to her parents house that day. She wanted to talk to her mother about Kimberly and find out if they had ever tried to find her. She got home and Hunter was in the kitchen getting ready to face the day. He had already taken a shower and you could tell that he was concerned. She only went for a morning run when something was bothering her. He said nothing though when she walked in. She headed straight up to the shower and when she came back down she was wearing Capri's and a t-shirt. She was ready to go. Her brown hair was pulled back in a messy knot. She slipped her flip flops on and waited for Hunter to get his car keys.

Stepping out of the shower Elizabeth felt better. She felt more relaxed and ready to face what she needed to face. She pulled her jean shorts out of her duffel bag and pulled them on. She also pulled her Crew t-shirt on. She was going there as herself. So she was wearing her backstage crew shirt she would have plenty of time to clean it. She left the hotel room and walked down to her car. She had memorized the map to her destination. She drove to a local McDonalds and got something to eat. She also got a Large Cappuccino. She ate in the car as she drove. She pulled up in front of the house almost an hour later. She had been stalling and trying to talk her self out of this. She stepped out of the car and Linda McMahon who had gone outside to get the morning paper stopped dead in her tracks. Even with the eccentrically colored hair she recognized the woman standing before her. She didn't recognize her as Elizabeth the sound tech but as some one else.

"Kimberly…" Linda said. Elizabeth hadn't gone by that name in years. Elizabeth was shocked that the woman would recognize her.

"I go by Elizabeth now." Was the only thing she could think of to say. The front door of the house opened and Shane and Stephanie stepped out.

"Mom is everything ok?" Shane asked.

"Mom… Oh My God!!" Stephanie exclaimed. She recognized her.

A/N Some one has some explaining to do…