Title: Together We'll Mend Your Heart

Summary: Aimee Brady starts working for the WWE, and it isn't long before she catches the eye of some of her co-workers.

Pairing: HBK/OC. (Het, no slash!)

Notes and Warnings This is a joint fic written by Alexis30 and Therm. There's a certain picture of Bret Hart that gets painted here and for any Bret fans reading, please don't be offended. We don't hate Bret but for a story set at this time, there has to be some tension between the two and just thought, 'Ah what the hell, Bret and Shawn fan's pretty much hate each other any way'. Sorry if this offends anyone, it's honestly not meant to.
There may be some slight sexual situations, but nothing too heavy (depending on how Alexis30 feels!). Cuss words are as certain as DX saying 'Suck it' during a promo.

The title comes from the song 'Umbrella' by Rhianna.

Please enjoy. Reviews and concrit are welcome.

1.

Holding the card in his hand, he looked at the printed message on the front. It said 'Love is not a feeling it's a sensation'. If that were true, then he was numb.

The dressing room door opened and Kevin Nash walked in. "Whatcha got there?" He asked, seeing Shawn close the card and put it back in the envelope.

"It's nothing." Shawn replied.

Kevin sat down opposite Shawn, looking at him expectantly. He knew if he sat there long enough, Shawn would talk to him. Sure enough, a few seconds passed and Shawn began to talk to him. "It's the anniversary card Teresa sent me a week ago." Shawn passed the envelope over to Kevin.

Taking it, Kevin pulled the card out and opened it. He read the hand-written words inside, which simply said 'To Shawn, From Theresa'. To say it was cold was an understatement.

"You ever think you just married the wrong person?" Shawn asked. He knew Kevin didn't think that though. He loved his wife and she loved him. "I know you don't." Shawn answered his own question. Shawn took the card back off Kevin and shoved it in the bag that was at his feet. "We going out tonight?"

"Yeah, Scotty wanted to grab some beers." Kevin answered, rolling with the whatever Shawn wanted to talk about.

Shawn half listened as Kevin started to tell him some story about some of the boys back in WCW. As much as his home life sucked, work had become something he loved more than ever. He'd always feel passionate about this sport but rather than just being a job, it was something he looked forward to. It was lonely travelling the road most of the year and even though he had his family in Texas, it wasn't the same. He loved his parents and his siblings, and he used to love his wife. But when you loved something as much as he loved wrestling and the person you were supposed to be spending your life with didn't get that commitment, well it just made life so much harder. Sometimes unbearable.

But for the first time in a long while, he had someone on his side. And not just a drinking buddy. Someone who genuinely cared for him. Who wouldn't just ride with him, he'd look out for him.

Having someone on your side was one thing, but knowing they'd do anything they could to help you and look after you was something else.

A knock at the door bought Shawn out of his dream like state and Kevin stopped his story to say a loud "Come in."

Vince McMahon opened the door. "Sorry to interrupt fellas, I'm just showing our new employee around. This is Aimee Brady. Aimee, this is Shawn and Kevin."

"Hi." She said.

Shawn went to turn round to greet the guest, but knocked the bottle of water by his side on the floor. "Damn." He muttered as he swung round on the bench to pick it up.

"I'll get that." She said.

And the first look he ever got of Aimee Brady was of her long, gently tanned legs mere inches from him. And he didn't feel quite a numb as did.