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Warning(s): Slash, Violence, Mpreg

He was in so much pain. He could barely see straight.

Shawn felt his arm being twisted tighter and tighter by Brock Lesnar. He was waiting for his husband, Hunter, to save him from this beast. He had been waiting since Brock attacked him in his car. Still, Hunter was nowhere to be found…

"Stop it! Leave him alone, Brock!" someone yelled warningly. Shawn immediately recognized the voice as Hunter's. A sense of relief washed over him when it finally stuck into his frazzled brain that he had come to the rescue.

"Don't you move!" Paul Heyman announced through the microphone he was holding. Brock gripped Shawn's arm tighter, which sent a wave of pain coursing through his entire body. "Take one more step and I swear, Brock Lesnar will break your friend's arm!"

Shawn watched through the hair hanging in his face as Hunter hesitated. He made a move like he was going to run into the ring anyway, but Brock stopped him with a threatening tug on Shawn's arm. Hunter yanked at his hair and wiped his jaw.

"Help me, Hunter!" Shawn called loudly. "Please, God, help me!"

Before anybody could do anything, Brock snapped Shawn's arm backwards. The cracking of the bone in Shawn's ear sent shivers down his spine, and he quickly escaped from Brock's hold. Hunter instantly charged after Brock, who easily escaped with Paul by his side. Instead, Hunter ran into the ring and to Shawn's side.

Shawn had never felt more betrayed in his entire life. Fear still surged through his body. "Don't touch me!" he shrieked when Hunter tried to get near him. "Get away from me, please!"

"Shawn, I'm so sorry. This wasn't meant to happen, Shawn! Please, I'm so sorry."

"Get away," Shawn whined tiredly. A few trainers rushed into the ring to tend to his broken arm. Shawn vaguely felt people around him while he slipped in and out of consciousness a few times until everything was black.

Shawn Michaels-Helmsley and Hunter Helmsley had been married for eleven years now. Together, they had a beautiful four-year-old daughter named Hera. She had Shawn's blue eyes and blonde hair. Really, she was beautiful and perfect in every way.

While Shawn spent the night at the hospital so his doctor could keep an eye on him, all he thought about was his precious daughter. She was back home in Texas with his parents while he went on the road with WWE for a few weeks. He had never felt more paranoid or afraid of someone like he was with Brock Lesnar. As soon as he was medically cleared to leave the hospital, he was flying home to Texas and getting his baby girl. He didn't need to tell Hunter where he was going. No, Shawn was pissed with his husband. How could he have not saved him from the Ass Kicker? He was probably too busy stroking his own ego to even notice Shawn's disappearance.

"Good morning, Shawn," he heard suddenly. Stirred from his thoughts, he looked in the doorway to find Dr. Kelley paused there.

"Good morning, Dr. Kelley," he responded tiredly. She walked over to him and quickly gave him an exam.

"It looks like you're doing much better," she noted. He looked at her expectantly. "I think you're cleared to leave. If you have any problems or concerns, please don't hesitate to come back. Your arm was broken, as you know, so I'm going to write you a prescription for some pain killers just in case, okay?"

"Thank you, ma'am," Shawn said with a smile. Dr. Kelley quickly wrote him a prescription and handed it to him.

"Get changed and you're free to leave once you have," she said cheerfully. He shook her hand before she left the room.

Shawn slowly got out of the hospital bed and to where his clothes were folded under the window in the room. He picked them up and took them to the bathroom. He changed quickly and, prescription, wallet, and phone in his pockets, he left the hospital. After he ran to the hotel to get his belongings, he was off to the nearest airport home.

"Hera!" Shawn called out as he walked into his parent's house. A blast of cold air hit him full-force and he was reminded of the fact that his Ma and Dad liked to keep it like a mini-freezer in there.

"Daddy!" Hera dropped the doll that she was playing with and ran over to Shawn. The look of total excitement in her eyes made him feel absolutely amazing.

Hera stopped short when she saw the dark cast on her Daddy's arm. She didn't understand what it was, but she knew that it must mean that her Daddy had been hurt somehow. Slowly, she finished her walk over to him and took hold of his hand. Carefully, she turned it over and over. His hand and arm were still a little bruised and swollen, but he let her look it over so that she could see it for herself. Otherwise, he wasn't sure that she would understand.

Shawn patted her head and lifted her in his unharmed arm. She squealed and smiled, kicking her little legs before she put her little head on his shoulder. Shawn told his Ma and Dad that he would be taking Hera now and thanks for watching her. His Dad helped to carry all of her stuff out to the car, mostly because he knew that Shawn couldn't carry Hera and all of the stuff – and Hera had never been one to walk anywhere when her Daddy was around.

"Where are we going, Daddy?" Hera asked. She slithered out of Shawn's arms and down to the floor.

"We are gonna go far, far away from here. Maybe we'll live in California. You like the beach, don't you?" Shawn rambled as he tucked her into her car seat.

"But what about Daddy Hunter?" Hera asked tiredly. All of the excitement had tired her out.

"Daddy Hunter is too busy in his own little world to care about us, sweetie. So, you know what? We don't need him. We can make it on our own." Shawn told her, before he got in the car and started to drive off to their new future.