*It was quite a way to Minnesota, but Hunter didn't really care about the length of the journey. Let's face it, he didn't have much of a reason to stay at home any more. What else was he going to do besides travel long distances to see his friends, especially when his wife was at the house moving out her things, which he most definitely didn't want to be around for. Besides, there was something he needed to take care of...something that needed to be solved before it blew up in everyone’s faces, and while he had never been good at solving any marital difficulties he might have, he had always been a good friend to those who had broken through his armor. So, he walked up Sean Waltman's driveway, stopped in front of the door and rang the doorbell*

Syxx: *Sean opened the door and saw Hunter* Hunter? To what do I owe the surprise?

Triple H: I don't need an excuse to drop by do I?

Syxx: Absolutely not. *Syxx moved aside to let Hunter in*

Triple H: *he walked through the door and into the living room, where he and Sean both take a seat* I didn't think so, but I had one anyway. Look, the other night was...weird, to say the least.

Syxx: Yeah...uhh...weird is a good word for it.

Triple H: Well yeah, and I pretty much acted like an ass, so I wanted to apologize before it all got blown out of proportion...this shit tends to blow up if it's left unattended. See your misunderstanding with Shawn for reference.

Syxx: Don't worry about it man...I know you didn't mean any harm. It's just this whole situation with Joanie is a little awkward.

Triple H: *he leaned back in his seat and sighed* You wanna know the truth, man?

Syxx: Yes, I do.

Triple H: When we were outside, she freaked out and told me she hadn't taken her medication in weeks, and she wasn't herself at all...she was talking about how she had ruined my life and stuff. I was worried about her, and I was pissed off that you hadn't noticed she wasn't taking them.

Syxx: She seemed pretty convinced she didn't need them anymore so I pretty much stopped paying attention to it...perhaps I should have been more careful.

Triple H: There's a reason doctors give her those things.

Syxx: I never believed in that shit...then again my methods of "solving" my problems aren't exactly the greatest either.

Triple H: Well whether you believe it or not, it works for her otherwise she wouldn't act the way she did on Saturday without them. But she's fine now, and that's what matters. I'm sorry I snapped at you. If it makes you feel any better I pretty much threw Shawn into the wall when I moved him out of the way to give her the pills.

Syxx: I noticed, it wasn’t personal, and it’s cool. Again, don't worry about it...I'm sorry I didn't take better care of her, I know she's important to you...

Triple H: It's not your fault, I know that now, I just didn't realize it at the time. She can do a damn good job of pretending like everything's okay when she wants to.

Syxx: Don't I know it...oh yeah Hunter...do they post bail for homicide?

Triple H: Fuck if I know. But I can buy you a good lawyer. Who are you planning on killing?

Syxx: I don't plan on killing anyone, but I've been having a dream that I kill Hollywood Hogan every night for the past week and I'm afraid that one day I may forget I'm awake and actually do it.

Triple H: Yeah? I fucking hate that guy, too...if you ever wake up and want to give it a shot, call me first so I can lend you a sledgehammer.

Syxx: Thanks bro I appreciate it...I saw that tape. I was already furious at him for taking my spot in the nWo but this I thought was below even him.

Triple H: If I've learned anything it's that nothing is below Hulk Hogan. Remember when he ran off like a fucking baby cause Vince asked him to put Shawn over in the Summerslam rematch?

Syxx: Yeah because god forbid Hogan lose a fucking match...even if he can barely walk. He just thinks he can pick up where he left off anywhere he goes...no matter how long he has been gone. Last I checked you kicked his ass out of the nWo, yet next time I see him he's back in black.

Triple H: Well I kicked myself out of the nWo too, so it's not really my place to decide any more.

Syxx: Yeah well it wasn't my choice to leave...but now when I look at that group I feel like I don't even know them anymore.

Triple H: I feel the same way. And what's worse is that Kev and Scott don't seem to give a shit. But look, if they don't care, I'm not gonna waste my time crying over it. Shawn sent you that tape for a reason, you know...we got a shot at Hogan at Mania, albeit a short-lived one. I think Shawn sent the tape because he knew it was your place to defend her...we kinda expected you to show up out there.

Syxx: I actually just watched the tape...I was staying blissfully ignorant to who it was because I didn't want to see that it was Kevin or Scott. They don't seem to have any beef with any of us but they are endorsing the man that truly does...and Vampiro...I don't even need to get started on him. I should have been out there...I just...well...as much as it concerns me I still feel disconnected from the entire situation.

Triple H: Yeah that's kind of what I'm here to fix. We've never been enemies...we stayed away from each other on-screen because we didn't want to be enemies and at the time we were pretty much too opposite not to be enemies on-screen if we didn’t ignore each other. And, from looking at the situation, it doesn't seem to me that we have that problem any more.

Syxx: I stuck with the "bad guys"...and the only "bad guys" who ever gave a shit about me are now "good guys". It's like the world is turning upside down...but you and I always seem to know where the other stands.

Triple H: Right...and I'm telling you that you can stand with us any day of the week, if that's what you want.

Syxx: Are you saying what I think you are saying?

Triple H: Probably. But the Kid doesn’t need an invitation.

Syxx: Aww man I thought you would never ask *Syxx smiled* but I'm kind of one half of the tag team champions.

Triple H: And I already opted out of that rematch...I have no beef with Jeff. This isn't the black and white, it doesn't have to be one or the other… And I think Joanie would like it...sometimes I get the feeling she's kind of torn over where she should be.

Syxx: I think I've proved to Jeff that I have his back no matter what colors I'm wearing. What the hell...I'm in.

Triple H: Glad to hear it. I'll spread the word amongst the troops. Well, troop. I'll let you tell the other one.

Syxx: *Sean smiled* I still think I have a long future of "X-Pac sucks" chants ahead of me.

Triple H: X-Who?

Syxx: Fuck that guy, he's a pussy!

Triple H: I'm sure that Paul Levesque guy I keep hearing about is one, too.

Syxx: Who the fuck is that? Maybe he's related to that Jean-Paul Levesque character you used to play.

Triple H: Dude, I had buried that bad memory! …Fuckin' horrible character, even if I did do a mean French accent.

Syxx: At least you have a set stage name...back in my first WWF run no one knew what the hell to call me because I'd have a different name each week. Come to think of it people still don't know what to call me.

Triple H: Yeah, well Shawn is pretty much resigned to the fact that he's gonna have to be "Michael" from now on. Hates it though. I might call him Mike or Mikey just to irritate him even more.

Syxx: My name is closer to Shawn Michaels than his is. *Syxx laughed*

Triple H: Don't tell Michael Shawn that...amusing though it may be.

Syxx: Sean Michael, Michael Shawn, and we were both porn stars at one point in our lives. Him and I have been in the nWo together twice but previously had never been together in DX, should be one hell of a ride.

Triple H: Should save us some gas, too.

Syxx: I wouldn't mind another stable of the year award either. *Sean smiled*

Triple H: Technically a list of about fifteen people won that award this year, too bad so much was sacrificed for it...but that whole "you can make friends or money" concept is bullshit anyway. We'll win it the right way this time, deal?

Syxx: Deal, you could use a three-peat anyway.

Triple H: And this time I'm the one promising you it's gonna be fun instead of the other way round. Difference is I'll live up to my end of the bargain.

Syxx: You didn't have fun? Oh well...we'll make up for it this time around.

Triple H: Yeah, and seriously there's no hard feelings, I just get volatile at times. When I see her like that it brings shit a little close to home.

Syxx: I know this. And you have really changed your tone on this "having fun" issue since our little talk about you joining the nWo.

Triple H: I think you have Shawn to thank for that...having him around again kinda reminded me I've spent almost all of my career being super serious... but I've done it all before. Twelve world title reigns, two King of the Rings, One Royal Rumble…I might as well spend the time I have left enjoying myself.

Syxx: He always seems to have a positive effect on people...well he is fucking Superman after all. Between you and me I think the world title would look a hell of a lot better around your waste than Shelley's though.

Triple H: That's cause the title I carry doesn't look like it has a silver goldfish bowl glued to the middle of it

Syxx: Do you have any idea how hard it is to scrub black spray paint off of a title belt? Now I'm beginning to understand why we were so much of an annoyance. *Sean laughed*

Triple H: Paint thinner, bro.

Syxx: Fuck! Man I wish I knew that sooner, guess I've never really been on the other side of this shit before.

Triple H: Well now you know for next time...just for fuck's sake don't sniff it.

Syxx: Yeah I have enough people who think I'm a drug addict, mainly my ex-wife.

Triple H: Aw Christ...speaking of which, I'd better get back to my empty house: literally...I'm sure she's taken half the furniture.

Syxx: Shit man I really feel for you here...I've been through it. But It was nice seeing you.

Triple H: Yeah...I'm actually surprisingly fine about it. The only thing that worries me is how my daughter is going to feel about her part time daddy.

Syxx: Part time is better than no time at all, but I really hope she understands...when she's old enough to.

Triple H: Me too...we'll talk more soon. There'll be plenty of time on the road.

Syxx: I'm looking forward to it.

Triple H: Me too. Give Joanie my best.

Syxx: Will do, take it easy.

Triple H: Will do too. Later man.

*Hunter and Sean exchanged the “2 sweet” hand gesture before Hunter left the living room. He stepped outside into the open air and shivered. Why was it always so fucking cold in Minnesota? Wasn’t it meant to be Spring by now? There might have been another reason he stiffened up though, because as he was walking to his car, another car pulled up. Hunter stopped. If he left without speaking to her, she was going to think he was avoiding her, and would probably come to the conclusion that he was an even bigger ass than she usually thought he was. Joanie got out of her car and looked at him, taking a few steps towards him.*

Chyna: Hunter.

Triple H: Joanie. Hey.

Chyna: Long way to travel for a social visit.

Triple H: I’m a social guy.

Chyna: Why don’t I believe that?

Triple H: Probably because it’s a lie.

Chyna: *She let out a soft sigh, like the words she uttered were difficult to say* Then you’re here to talk about… that night. Hunter I can explain everything…

Triple H: I actually came to talk to Sean. About that night and about something else. And no, you don’t need to explain. I’ve known you long enough to get used to you talking crazy from time to time.

*Hunter couldn’t tell if she was insulted or relieved*

Chyna: What does that mean?

Triple H: It means…no matter how much we both change, certain things never will. You’re the same Joanie who says one thing and thirty minutes later means something else. I know not to take you seriously when you’re like that.

Chyna: And you’re the same Hunter who hides from his problems.

Triple H: I’m not hiding, I’m being honest. Are you going to tell me I’m wrong?

Chyna: I didn’t mean with me. I meant your marriage. Are you even going to try to fix it or are you going to fly across the country whenever she comes over?

Triple H: How do you know she came over?

Chyna: I just do. Are you going to answer me?

Triple H: Why do you even care?

Chyna: You’re right…why should I care when you don’t. *She shook her head* I care because I’m worried, ok?!

Triple H: That’s nice and all…but I really don’t need anyone to worry about me. I’m fine, and everything is going to be just fine. I didn’t come here to talk about this.

Chyna: Of course. You came here to avoid talking about it, and now you’re pissed cause you ended up having the conversation anyway, except with the wrong person.

Triple H: *he laughed slightly, he didn’t know why…probably because she had such a good handle on him* Nah I’m not pissed. Just surprised you’re trying to play Doctor Phil after the other night… but we’re good. Just go inside and talk to Sean, I’ll go home and try to talk to Megan. Sound fair?

Chyna: Uhhuh, except you’re not trying to persuade me to talk to Sean as much as you’re trying to persuade me not to talk to you.

Triple H: Nooo, that isn’t it. Talk to me as much as you want…just not about what to do with my marriage.

Chyna: I’m not trying to tell you what to do, Hunter…I just don’t want you to wake up one day and wonder what happened to your life.

Triple H: *He softened slightly, because he knew she was only trying to help* I know…and I appreciate you worrying. I’ll handle it, ok? Now go on inside…aren’t you cold?

Chyna: It’s always cold here, you get used to it. Are you mad at me about something?

Triple H: Why would you even ask that? I’m not mad…I always act like this. *he spoke in a more light hearted way* How many times do I have to tell you that Sean is inside, probably looking out the window at us waiting for you to go inside so he can tell you what we talked about? *He smiled slightly and half-hugged her with one arm* You’re going to like the conversation, I promise. I’m not trying to get rid of you…exactly the opposite.

Chyna: And you’re not going to tell me, are you?

Triple H: Nope. He is. Now go...please?

Chyna: *She smiled and started to walk the door. Hunter started to walk to his car. After a few steps she stopped and turned her head to look at him* Hunter?

Triple H: *he stopped and looked back too* Yeah?

Chyna: If you try and fix it, make sure you do it for you.

Triple H: I will.

*She nodded, and then kept walking, so he did the same. He got into his rented car and began the drive to the airport. He didn’t know what he was going to do when he got home, and he wasn’t really thinking about it either. All he knew for sure was that his life on the road was about to get a hell of a lot better…and he couldn’t wait.*