"Kurt, Kurt what are you doing, man?" Diamond Dallas Page questioned, leaping from his seat, clutching at one of the Olympic Gold Medallist arms.

"I'm going to find them." he responded, pushing DDP's hands away, tying the rucksack to his back.

"You can't do that!" the Coach cried, knowing well enough that if Kurt went to help D Generation X, his plans would be completely ruined.

"Try and stop me." Kurt scowled, his eyes narrowing at Jonathans.

Heading towards the door, a voice called out behind him. "Wait up!" Turning around, Kurt raised his eye brows, a question present on his face.

"Why the frickin' hell should I do that?" the Wrestling Machine scorned, zipping his coat up as his eyes locked with the other blue pair directly in front of him.

"I feel bad," he replied timidly. "I want to make sure Shawn's ok."

"It's a bit late for that, Orton." Kurt snipped, slamming the door behind him as the other campers were left to figure out what was going on.

Randy wasn't going to take no for an answer. Grabbing his luggage, he pulled his coat on as hastily as he could, darting out of the door to catch up with the Pittsburgh native.

"Please, Kurt!" Randy begged, finally catching up with the other man. "I know I've been stupid and selfish and so much more but please, let me come with you. I never knew that Shawn would get hurt and I'm really sorry that he has. Just let me come with you?"

The Wrestling Machine spied the man in front of him. He couldn't believe that the Legend Killer was being so weak and in front of him. However, Angle rightfully suspected that there was more to his pleas than met the eye.

"Ok but, before we go any further, tell me your real intentions." Kurt sternly spoke.

"I have done; I want to make sure that Shawn's ok." the Legend Killer replied innocently, shifting nervously from one foot to the other.

However, Kurt had seen that look of mischief on the young Orton's face before. He knew that he was hiding something. "Randy?" he lowered his voice, folding his arms in front of him.

"Fine." Randy sighed thoughtfully, wanting the ground to swallow him whole right about now. "I want to see Hunter, ok?"

"Hunter? What has he got to do with this other than being with HBK?" Kurt asked curiously.

"You don't understand, man." Randy shook his head, beginning to stroll away from the Olympic Gold Medallist.

"Oh no, you're telling me exactly what is going on!" Kurt pulled the young man back, awaiting his answer.

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Crawling inside the now erect tent, the Icon laid dozily on his sleeping bag, his eyes only slightly open. He was getting more and more tired and knew that all he wanted at this precise moment was his home and his bed.

"Shawn, buddy." Hunter whispered, feeling a little alone. "Are you sure there is nothing you need?"

"No thanks." The Showstoppa' answered, wrapping the bedding around his cold body, the Game mimicking his actions.

DX knew that there was nothing more they could do than wait for help. Both of them were fed up with hanging around but what other choice did they have?

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"So, the only reason you are really following me like a lost puppy is because you are infatuated with Hunter?" Kurt clarified, rolling his eyes; he knew there was more than Orton was letting on.

"No, not that!" Randy caught up with him. "I just...like him. I need to check to see if Shawn's ok. I need to check that he will get better."

"Listen 'Randy'," Kurt glared, turning to face the third generation superstar. "I don't like you. I never liked you before but you have really pushed me to my limits." he honestly told, pointing aggressively at the younger man. "I knew you could stoop low but to be apart of a plan with the McMahon's and the Coach? Huh, give me a break!"

"I know, you have every reason to be mad at me," the Legend Killer spoke timidly. "But I want to put everything right. Please?"

Kurt paused. It was all down to him. Did he even want Orton near him? "Fine, but you listen and listen good." he snarled, demanding the third generation star's attention. "You follow me and only speak to me if I speak to you, got it?"

"Yes." Randy responded, as if he was talking to a teacher at school.

"Good." Angle nooded, beginning their journey. "Don't push me or I'll push you back twice as hard." Kurt promised in enragement, the men walking on to find Triple H and Shawn Michaels.

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Back at the hut, the superstars were left to deal with their own thoughts. They knew that there was nothing more they could possibly do at this moment in time so decided just to take the time to chill out.

As thoughts of money still dashed through his scarred head, Foley was still hell bent on beating his arch enemy, Ric Flair, at the only game he knew he could; Scrabble!

Joining them now were Carlito and the Hulkster. The four men sat around the table, all of them except Mr. Cool with their minds on one thing and one thing only; the prize money.

"Diamond, are you sure you don't wanna play instead of me?" Carlito quizzed. He was just getting fed up with the three other men; their sarcastic comments, their smug faces and their money obsessions.

"No, sorry son I'm not a gambling man!" DDP grinned cheerily, Carlito shuddering at the mere look on his face.

Suddenly, the phone began to ring. Being the person stood next to it, the Coach lifted the receiver to his ear, shocked to discover just who it was.

"Mr. McMahon!" he exclaimed in surprise. "What are you ringing me for at this unearthly hour?" It was now 4am.

"Coachman, what's this crap I hear about Shawn Michaels being injured and needing transport out of the woods?"

"Apparently, sir, he's badly hurt his ankle. Kurt said that he can't even move it for the pain."

"So he thinks he can get out of it that easily, huh?" Vince rubbed his chin, musing aloud to himself. "Where is he?"

"He's with Triple H in the deeps of the wood." the Coach told. "Kurt and Randy have gone to find them..."

"Triple H is with them? What about Randy, what happened to him, I thought he was the influential part of our plan?" the McMahon hastened an answer.

"Yeah, well, DX did fall out but have since made up," Coach gulped, hearing Vince's heavy breathing down the other end of the line. "Randy...he felt guilty about Shawn being hurt. He followed Kurt out of the door. We don't know where they are..."

"NOOOOO!" the older man cried, his deepest fears alive once again.

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After taking a few wrong turns, Kurt managed to lead Randy back to the area in which Shawn and Triple H would be. Seeing the tent all set up, the Olympic Medallist unzipped it, seeing them sleeping peacefully inside.

"You wait here and don't move a muscle." he firmly instructed Randy, hopping inside the tent and zipping it up again. "Hey guys." he whispered. "How ya doing?"

"We are ok." Hunter roused up. "You?"

"Yeah, I'm fine." he nodded, helping Shawn sit up. "Listen, keep very quiet. You should be out of here in the next few hours." he revealed.

"Great, thanks Kurt." Shawn acknowledged.

"No problem." he muttered, unzipping the tent. "Hunter, there's someone who wants to see you!" he called woodenly, inviting the Legend Killer into the miniscule tent.

"Hey, ummm, Trips, I mean, Triple H." Randy spoke coyly, his cheeks turning as red as a fire engine.

"Hi." the Game greeted half arsedly.

"Randy really likes you!" the Wrestling Machine divulged.

"Does he?" the King of King's going along with Kurt's little gag, noticing the young Orton's face screw up in despair.

"Oh yeah, he likes you...a lot!"

Seething, Randy clenched his fists, resisting with all of his might to punch the Pittsburgh native. Abruptly, a loud engine could be heard over head. Helping Shawn up from his bag and giving him is crutches made from thin tree branches, each man grabbed their stuff, excited to see the helicopter approaching them.

"Wow, great service!" Randy smiled, trying to divert the conversation.

"Yeah, it is isn't it?" Shawn grinned, dropping his crutches like a bad habit, hopping onto the ladder that was being lowered to the ground for them to climb up.

"You...what?" Randy stuttered. "I thought you was hurt!"

"Oh I was...pretending to be hurt!" the Heartbreak Kid let slip, climbing quickly onto the ladder.

"You see Randy," Hunter began, his tone slightly arrogant. "When you are the greatest faction in history, you know how to fix things in your favour." he spoke, following Shawn up the ladder.

"And we knew how to sort things out in our favour!" the Olympic Gold Medallist added, stepping onto the helicopter, waving goodbye as the ladder was ravelled back into the aircraft.

"Ready guys?" the gruff, Texan spoke who was driving the helicopter, imploring all of the guys to put their safety equipment on before they got going.

"Yeah." they replied in unison.

Randy was irate. The whole thing was a...set up? "WHAT ABOUT ME?" he yelled at the top of his voice, the other three just snickering at the third generation wrestler.

"There's someone who would like to talk to you." the driver spoke, handing the walkie talkie to the back.

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?" their boss roared, his face reddened, annoyed and exasperated.

"We got a helicopter to get us all home!" the Game informed.

"I THOUGHT MICHAELS WAS INJURED?"

"Oh I was." the Showstoppa' smirked. "My ankle miraculously healed in time for me to get on here." he ironically enlightened, the three other men on the craft smiling to themselves in glee.

"WHAT THE FUCK? YOU BASTARDS! IF YOU SEE THE COACH BEFORE I DO, TELL HIM HIS FIRED!" the Chairman bellowed, the four men on board tittering.

"C'mon guys, we've got to go!" the Stone Cold pilot encouraged.

"Sorry, Vince, we have to go but before we do we have two words for you." Hunter gestured towards his friends, as the black, skull encrusted aircraft flew away to a more loved destination.

"SUCK IT!"

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Ok, so that is the end of 'Good Intentions?'. Thank you to everyone that has read and reviewed not only this story, but the other two as part of the trilogy; 'Honey We Are Marooned!' and 'Things That Go Bump In The Night!'.

If there is a story you would like me to write for you, just contact me and I'll see if I can work it out. I may restart work on 'New Sensation' which has been shamelessly left for a year. Other than that, I have a few one shots in mind but longer stories such as this one wouldn't be able to be updated as regularly as this one due to school and other commitments. I have had a glorious 11 week holiday to devote time to this, which I have really enjoyed!

Thanks once again. If you want to know anything else or just want to chat, personal message me and I'd love to get to talk to you!