I finally came across some of my old stories and I decided to post this one here. Some of you old timers may remember it. Keep in mind, this was an old Kane fic that I wrote several years ago, back when he still wore his mask. Hopefully, there are some newbies here who will enjoy it!

Disclaimer: I do not own Kane or Glen Jacobs, nor am I affiliated with the WWE in any way. This is purely for entertainment purposes.

Chapter 1

Susan sat alone in the dark booth of the hotel bar, trying to make sense of her life. She stared at her half-empty glass of wine as her mind relived the events of the past week. She had often thought she had the perfect life. She had a wonderful husband and a good marriage. But in a blink of an eye, her whole world had been turned upside down.

She still had a hard time believing what she had seen. She had come home early on Tuesday, only to find her husband in bed with another woman. She had been absolutely devastated. Apparently ten years of marriage meant nothing to the man. She had thrown the woman out of the house, but her husband had refused to leave. He had sworn to her that he still loved her and he wanted to work things out with her. He said that he wouldn't just walk away from ten years of marriage. Too bad he hadn't thought about that before he decided to sleep with someone else.

Susan had been furious with him for betraying her. She had stalked around the house for two days, refusing to speak to him at all, until her boss called her and offered her a chance to go on a business trip for him. She had gladly jumped at the chance, desperately needing to get away from everyone for a while. And now here she was, sitting alone in some old hotel bar, actually feeling sorry for herself.

She looked down at her hand, which looked naked without her wedding rings. She had taken them off before she left, unsure of whether or not she would even return to him. But as she sat there alone, she realized how much she still loved her husband. The truth was, she couldn't have asked for a better person to spend the rest of her life with. They had been childhood sweethearts and had married straight out of high school. At the time, they were only 18 years old. Everyone had assumed that at their age, their marriage wouldn't even last a year. But Susan had taken great pride in knowing they had proven everybody wrong. They were deeply in love with each other, and while there had been some difficult times, they were both committed to making the marriage work. Or so she thought.

Seeing David with another woman was like dumping a bucket of cold ice water on her head. When had their marriage gone so bad? Or had it been like that for a while and she had simply been too busy to notice?

The more she thought about it, the more she realized it wasn't completely David's fault. Even though it didn't give him an excuse to go running into the arms of another woman, she realized that she had been neglecting her husband. Her job had always been very demanding of her time and it had become even worse now that her company was in the midst of merging with their largest competitor. Susan worked as one of the top accountants for her firm and with all the negotiations going on between the companies, her overtime hours had skyrocketed. Susan was proud of the work she did. She had worked herself hard to graduate from college at the top of her class and to secure her first job as a corporate accountant. David had been very supportive of her for awhile too. But as the demands of her job increased, it started to place a strain on their marriage. He was unhappy with the amount of time she was spending away from home. He had told her many times exactly how he felt, but she had simply shrugged him off as being petty and jealous. Now she realized exactly how hurt he must have felt. She had chosen her job over her own husband, just like he had chosen another woman over her.

Realizing that both of them were to blame, Susan knew she couldn't simply walk away from their marriage. At least not without trying to work things out first. They both had issues that had to be dealt with, but if they could find the love that they once had for each other, she thought maybe they could survive together.

Susan looked back down at her hand, regretting her haste in removing her rings. This was the first time in ten years that she had ever taken them off. A pang of guilt hit her and she felt the sudden urge to call her husband. She had left without even saying a word to him and she figured that he was probably worried about her. She decided that she would head on up to her room and give him a call…let him know that they needed to have a serious talk when she got back home.

She stared at her glass for a moment, then raised it to her lips, finishing off the wine. As she gathered her things and prepared to leave, she was interrupted by a man who sat down in the booth across from her.

"Hey darlin'. What's a pretty thing like you doin' in a place like this all by yourself?" he asked. Susan realized immediately that the man was drunk.

"Uh…leaving." she replied, as she picked up her things and tried to stand up.

The man quickly reached out and grabbed her by the wrist, forcing her back down into her seat.

"Where do you think you're goin'? Don't you know it's rude to walk away from somebody when they're talkin' to ya."

Susan yanked on her arm, trying to get it free, but this only caused the man to tighten his hold on her.

"I think I'd like to get to know you a little better." the man growled as he moved around the table and sat down next to her, pinning her inside the booth. He leaned into her as he attempted to plant a drunken kiss on her lips.

"Get away from me!" she said, as she tried to shove the man off of her. She managed to knock him off balance for just a moment, but he quickly righted himself and leaned in toward her again.

Suddenly a large arm appeared out of nowhere and Susan saw the man being yanked from his seat and tossed on the ground.

"I think that means NO!" she heard a deep voice growl, as she looked at the mountain of a man towering over her.

"Sorry man. Didn't know she belonged to you." the drunk mumbled as he picked himself up off of the floor and staggered away.

"Are you alright?" the man asked softly, taking a seat across from her. "Did he hurt you?"

Susan looked up at the man sitting in front of her. He was a huge man, extremely muscular, with long, curly hair and gorgeous blue eyes. Her eyes met his and Susan felt a surge of energy course through her body. She was unable to speak as she continued to stare into his beautiful face.

"Ma'am?" he asked softly, when he finally regained his composure.

Whatever Susan was feeling, he was feeling it as well. It was like some kind of immediate connection between them.

He waved his hand slowly across her face, causing her to pull out of her shocked stupor.

"I'm fine." she whispered softly, when she realized the man was speaking to her. "I was just… heading back to my room."

Susan tried to gather her things together once more, but her hands were shaking so bad, she could barely hold them. The man noticed and reached out for one of her hands, engulfing it with his much larger one.

She closed her eyes at the contact, feeling another spark course through her. What was this man doing to her? She slowly opened her eyes and looked at him again.

"Seems to me like you could use another drink first." he said softly, noticing how badly she was shaking. "Let me buy you another one."

Unable to find her voice, she slowly nodded her head. The man left the table and headed to the bar to get their drinks and Susan stared at his broad shoulders as she watched him walk away. If she had been smart, she would have collected her things and left while he was gone. But she doubted if her legs would work right now. She sat there and watched the man gather their drinks and head back to the table.

He sat down across from her again and slid another glass of wine in front of her.

"Thanks." she replied, trying to calm herself down long enough to pick the glass up and take a drink.

"So, Miss..uh…"he stuttered, realizing that he didn't know her name.

"Oh, I'm so sorry! My name is Susan. Susan Chandler." she replied, reaching out to shake his hand.

"My name is Glen Jacobs. Nice to meet you." he replied, as he took her hand in his once more. He held it tightly for a moment before reluctantly letting it go.

"So, what are you doing in a place like this all alone?" he asked curiously, noticing that she wasn't wearing a wedding band.

"I'm actually in town on some business. The company that I work for is in the process of merging with it's largest competitor and with all of the negotiating going on, they're keeping me quite busy." she replied, beginning to feel at ease around this big man.

"And what exactly do you do?" he asked.

"I'm an accountant. One of the top accountants in the company as a matter of fact. So whenever there is a financial crisis of some kind, they call on me to straighten it all out."

"Sounds like a pretty difficult job." he replied.

"It can be pretty stressful at times. But I've always liked working with numbers and it's something that I do very well, so it's not that bad." she answered. "What do you do for a living, Mr. Jacobs?"

"Please call me Glen." he replied. He hesitated for a moment before answering her question.

"I work for the WWE." he whispered quietly, not wanting anyone else around them to overhear. The last thing he wanted right now was to be bombarded by fans.

"The WWE?" she repeated. "I'm afraid I've never heard of them before. Is it a fairly new company?"

Glen smiled. Apparently this woman had no idea who he was.

"Well, up until recently, it was known as the WWF, but a lawsuit forced them to change their initials."

Susan shook her head in confusion. She hadn't heard of the WWF either.

"WWE stands for World Wrestling Entertainment. I'm a professional wrestler." he stated softly, when he realized she had no idea what he was talking about.

Susan stared at him for a moment before she started laughing.

"Of course! The WWF." she replied. "God, you must think I've been living under a rock all my life. I know about the WWF. I used to watch a little wrestling when I was younger, but that's been so many years ago, I had completely forgotten about it."

She stopped and took another good look at him.

"You're certainly a lot bigger than any of the guys I remember seeing back then. Are they all your size now?" she joked.

Glen chuckled softly. "No. I'm one of the bigger guys around today. Although there are a few who are my size and some that are even bigger."

Susan laughed softly, thinking for a moment that he was simply joking with her. She couldn't imagine a man any bigger than the one she was talking to now.

"You're serious?" she asked, when she realized he wasn't joking.

Glen nodded his head and smiled. "You don't believe me do you?"

He slid to the edge of the booth and looked toward the corner of the room, before pointing in that direction. Susan peeked around the edge of the booth to see who he was pointing at and her eyes grew wide when she saw several large men sitting around the tables in the back of the room.

"You see that guy sitting against the wall?" he asked.

"The one with all the tattoos?" she replied.

"Yeah. His name is Mark Callaway, otherwise known as the Undertaker. Our characters are brothers." Glen stated.

She looked back at Glen and smiled.

"I can see the resemblance." she laughed, noticing that they appeared to be close to the same size.

"I don't think I've ever seen so many big men in one place like this before, but I guess if there all as nice as you, I don't have anything to worry about." she added with a smile.

Glen smiled as he took another drink of his beer. This was turning out to be a very interesting evening!