A/N: Again, I own nothing. No one you recognize belongs to me. I would really appreciate reviews…please and thank you. (PS- Because this is a shorty, I am double updating)

Hunter and Shawn were packing up their bags to head to the arena. Imara was fresh out of the shower and had fresh clothes on. She watched the men busy themselves around the room to the soundtrack on her MP3 player. It was almost comical, really.
In the midst of packing, Hunter's phone went off, nearly buzzing itself off of the bedside table.
"This is Hunter…oh hey Shane…yeah Imara's fine…yeah um listen, could you swing some downtime for me...Well I was thinking she could stay with me for a while until we can get her somewhere safe…yeah of course…of course Shane, yeah we are leaving here in a few minutes…alright…yeah…bye." Hunter hung up and turned to Shawn. "So, how are we going to keep her safe at the arena? We really can't afford for other people to know, it's not a smart idea for them or us. The less people know the better."
"I agree, but Vince will be gunning for us tonight, man. We have to remain available and ignorant as much as possible."

"What about John? He isn't a huge McMahon fan and I know he can keep a secret." Hunter offered.
"Yeah, okay. Can we call him?" Shawn responded.
Imara took off her head phones and joined in; after all it was her welfare they were concerning themselves with. "Um, guys? Can't I just hide in your locker room like I did before? I'll keep it locked and you can have someone check up on me if you're gonna be gone. I don't really want to include anyone else. I don't want anyone else to get caught up."
"Imara, it's different now. Vince knows where to look for you. He knows that we have you. He won't care about the locked door, he'll just plow through it like its nothing." Imara laughed to herself. She was all too familiar with her fathers disregard for doors.
"Hunter...what if I got on a plane and went back. He would never know I was there, it would be the last place he would look."
"Imara, don't you think he has someone paying attention to whether or not you come home?"
All she could do was sigh. She was so tired of running. Never was she more ready for it to be over, no matter what that meant, than right now. This was becoming ridiculous.
"Imara listen. We just have to get through tonight. Then I'm going to take a break for a while and you are coming with me. You are going to come and stay with me for a while until we can figure something more permanent out."
"Hunter, you want me to come stay with you at your 'bachelor pad'?"
Shawn chuckled. "Imara, Hunter's house is no bachelor pad what-so-ever."
"Hey! It's a nice house." Hunter defended his million dollar estate. "Yes Imara, I want you to come stay with me. Shane supports the idea as well. It will only be temporary."
Imara chuckled. "Hunter…is that really a good idea? Seriously?"
"Imara, it's the only option we have right now. It will only be temporary, and the house is big enough, you will hardly notice the big guy there." Shawn attempted to sell her the idea. He knew there was not another option but he wanted her to want to go along with it.
Imara quickly realized she was fighting a loosing battle and her only option at this point was to go along with their scheme. She shrugged her shoulders in compliance and replaced her head phones. After gathering her stuff they all started to the arena.

Vince was now pacing the floor of his office. He had caught wind of Hunter requesting his due down time and was smart enough to know the girl had something to do with it.
"This is the last straw. First she humiliates me on national television and now she is costing me an indeterminate amount of main events! She won't know WHAT hit her!" He roared, sweeping everything off of his desk in one fluid motion sending the contents crashing to the floor. Various breakables began flying against the office walls causing them to shatter to the ground. This raging anger could be heard throughout. After everything in sight had been destroyed, Mr. McMahon regained his composure and went on with the program. He had a new plan.

Hunter's story went without a hitch. A fellow superstar known for taking down the legends left him unconscious in the center of the squared circle, apparently with a concussion. As he "stumbled" back up the ramp to the backstage area he caught a glimpse of Mr. McMahon hiding in the shadows. The two locked eyes and never said a word. Hunter's eyes offered a challenge to find her again and Vince's eyes looked back with a nonchalance that implied he didn't care. He would find her. He always did.