A/N

Again, I do not own anyone you recognize. I will say it again here for those just starting…this is set in no specific time period. All I am assuming is that DX is together. Triple H is not with Stephanie and I guess that's about it…thank you to jada951 for reviewing…Enjoy this next chapter!

Mr. McMahon grumbled a low, threatening growl. His morning had not gone well. His shaving cream exploded into a white mist all over his favorite suit, and to top it off, his new crocodile skin shoes now were caked in dog feces from the rude neighbors who left the surprise for him on his front lawn. As he strutted his way into the arena in a suit he hated and shoes he didn't want to wear, he had one thing on his mind.
"Where is that damned girl. She had something to do with this I am sure." he plowed through assistants and writers and trainers all the while mumbling angry utterances under his breath.
Shane saw his dad storming down the hall way. Oh shit, he thought to himself.
"Shane!!! Where is she?" Vince shouted, loud enough to shake the walls.
"Dad, hey, I don't actually know where she ran off to, I'm sure she's around here somewhere." He lied.
Mr. McMahon shoved his son out of his way and continued to storm down the hall way.

Imara was sitting with HHH on the couch when she heard the familiar stomping. Her whole body tightened. Hunter, noticing the quick rise in room tension, wrapped an arm around her in an attempt to comfort her. She jerked quickly at the touch.
"Imara," he whispered, "don't worry, it will be fine. I'm bigger than he is, remember that." He started to stand.
"Hunter, what are you doing?" She began to worry as he turned towards the door.
"Imara, you are going to have to really trust me on this one." He grabbed a DX head band and a green belt that was lying around, messy boys, and walked back over to Imara. "Okay, I am going to make it look like I have kidnapped you and am holding you for the ransom of a title shot. Play along okay?" He reached for her wrists to begin binding them with the belt.
"You think my dad won't knock you over when he sees me in here like this?" She looked at him with pleading eyes.
"No because he will see it on the giant tritantron via Polaroid picture."
Shawn walked in just now, witnessing the ploy.
"Hunter, did Vince come in or something?" He let his stuff fall to the ground as he walked over to Imara.
"Or something, he stormed by here. You could tell he was not happy. Figured we'd better get ready and get her good and hidden."
"Okay, I'll go get the camera and call Shane." Shawn disappeared.
"Alright Imara, let's get this head band on and get this over with okay?"
"Yeah, okay." She sighed, her hands now tightly bound. She felt silly but more than silly she was scared. Deceiving her father was not a good way to get him to leave her alone. It was, in fact, inviting bigger problems.
Shawn returned with the camera in one hand and Shane via cell phone in the other. "Yeah dude, you should sneak over here." He folded the phone shut, disconnecting. "Shane's coming over." He handed the camera to Hunter.
Hunter took the camera and turned back to Imara. She was sitting there, bound in green memorabilia just looking up at him. Her eyes held so much pain. He could see her attempts at covering the hurt with strength, however reality still shown through.
"Okay Imara, sit up strait with your hands on your lap and try and give a pleading look in your eye." He knew it wouldn't be hard for her to accomplish that look but wanted to at least make her feel like she hid it well. She followed his instruction and assumed the position. With a brief click and flash of light, it was over. Shawn immediately went to her and began untying the belt and removed the head band from her mouth.
"Wow, never thought I'd have the pleasure of tasting sweat." She joked, spitting off to the side.
Leave it to this girl to make a joke through all of this.
"Hey, some girl's would do anything to taste anything off of this body." Shawn spat back, rubbing himself as he delivered is comedy.
"Yeah, I'm sure."
Shane walked through the door at the tail of the jokes and was relieved to see smiles all around. "Hey Ima, how you doin'?" He sat next to his sister, offering some comfort.
"Oh, I'm alright. Hunter did a good job of keeping me company while the rest of you were gone. Shane, what's going to happen next?"
"Don't worry about Ima. Everything will be fine. The show's about to start so you hang out here, just watch the T.V., and be ready to leave quickly." Shane kissed her forehead. "I gotta run, I have to make sure everything's is ready and get this picture to the camera and tech crew. I'll see you in a while." He squeezed her hand as he got up, taking the picture and let himself out of the locker room.
Imara turned to Hunter, "I do not see this ending well."
Hunter sat beside her again. "Imara, I know it's hard but you have got to trust us, everything will be fine."

"Yeah, we promise. Nothing is going to ever happen to you again," Shawn added.
Imara sank back into the couch. There truly was no turning back now. Should she ever find herself in the way of her father, it would be the last time.