Notes: Half of this (roughly) was written by Laurel and she created Amara. The start of this takes place before chapter 3. Sorry for the confusion

Amara Burke sat down at her desk as she flipped thru her Portfolio. She had just started with WCW as a photographer. She had been taking pictures in the area for a few years. She was 25 years old and somewhat tall at 5'9". Her black hair was pulled into a loose braid.

Most of the pictures were from the local wrestling shows in the West Georgia/East Alabama area. The most recent shot was a copy of Daniel Benoit flying thru the air doing the swan dive head butt to his opponent from his debut match Monday.

She smiled as she remembered Matt Hardy's expression when he had seen the shot. She gazed at it again when her eyes caught something. She wasn't quite sure what it was but something caught her eye that didn't seem to belong there.

She looked at it then went to her laptop where the newest photos were, she quickly went thru Daniel's photos then thru the photo's of the rest of the matches and there was a man with ice blue eyes staring at Daniel. There was something familiar about those eyes and the look in them made her pause.

"If looks could kill," she murmured before checking her email and the wrestling news sites when a name stuck out at her "Orton... Randy Orton." she found a picture of him then looked at it and the photo of Daniel. "Fuck!"

Matt Hardy rolled into his office after dropping Amy off at home. He needed some time to himself after that meeting with Jeff. He had known the meeting wouldn't go well, but he had been hoping for better then that. He guessed he would have to realize that things weren't going to be the same as they were 20 years ago.

A tape was sitting on his desk and he read the label with a smile. He'd have to give it to Daniel the next time he saw him. Though with the crazy week they had before they left for the European tour, he wasn't sure when he'd have a chance to see him. He decided to give it to Shane who he knew was missing half of the tour.

He flipped through the photo's that one of the new photographers had sent him of the dark matches. He stopped one that made him realize how much Daniel was truely his fathers son. This photographer had captured Daniel in mid flight as he leapt from the top rope and into a perfect diving head butt.

There was a knock on the door.

"Come in," he called. He smiled at the young woman who entered. "Ms. Burke to what do I owe this honor"

Amara held a small portfolio close to her chest. She had spent the night pacing and thinking and it showed, her hair normally pulled back into a braid was in a ponytail and the dark circles under eyes enhanced the paleness of her eyes. "Mr. Hardy. I was looking thru some photos and I believe Mr. Benoit is in danger. His dad testified against Hunter Helmsley right?"

Matt nodded so she continued.

"I found him looking at Danny with a look that would put him six feet under if looks could kill, and I found other photo's of him with looks that could kill. And To be honest I'm worried for him" She opened the portfolio and showed him the evidence. Her fingers were shaking, as if Orton himself was a killer.

Matt leaned forward in his chair to get a better look. "That's Randy Orton all right." He agreed. He looked a lot older but there was no mistaking him. As far as he knew Orton had left the sport shortly after the trials. Rumor was that WWF weren't thinking of resigning him.

He sat back thoughtfully. There was something strange about it.

Dustin Runnels came into the room with a disk in his hand. "Here's the video to promote the London Nitro." He said handing it to him. He looked at the folder. "What's this?"

"Pictures from Nitro." Amara answered. "I think Daniel Benoit's in trouble."

Dustin picked up the folder and leafed through the pictures. "Randy Orton." He said with a shake of his head. "I don't know." He said turning to the younger woman. "He's always had a bad attitude from what I heard. Matt you remember what he did to that woman's hand bag?"

"If he wasn't Hunter's friend he probably would have been fired a long time ago." He agreed. "But yeah I'm sure it's nothing. He may still be bitter about the possibility of not getting resigned. But I wouldn't worry about it."

Amara looked uncertain but nodded. They knew Orton better then she ever did. "If you say so."