Hello!
I'm Miss Nightshadow and this is my first venture into this fandom.
Warning! This is a slash fiction boy x boy, if you do not like please go not further.
This is written at the insistence of my younger sibling.
Disclaimer: I mean no offence to relevant parties, this does not mean the actual 'characters' are like this. This is fiction and therefore not depicting real life (unless there are some pretty big secrets in really big closets). I make no money off this. I own the plot and any characters I create in it.
Pairing: Sheamus X Wade.
Anyway for those still here enjoy...
Operation: Get A Date Chapter 1
Vince McMahon sat in his office full of white walls, sleek black lines and posters of some of the more interesting wrestlers. Wade Barrett had caused quite a storm on many levels and Shea mus had been hit pretty damn hard.
Wade however was either still clueless about his effect on the others or ignored it. Now Vince knew the young man he knew he was just clueless about these things and even hard line flirters never got a rise out of him. The Brit was work, work, work and no play. The young Irish lad had shown a definite improvement in his work when Wade was around to be impressed. So far Wade treated him the same as everyone else which made Sheamus work harder.
'Must be the height thing,' Vince considered tapping his i-Pad, 'perhaps a place where they can be totally together without having to deal with work and I won't have to deal with the medical bills Sheamus keeps leaving the other side with. A vacation might just be what is in order.'
(Scene Change)
Wade could not figure out what was more annoying being in the intense Miami humidity or the Miami sun. Back home the humidity could be just as unbearable, pressing down on you as the heavy rain filled clouds pressed down the air. The sun just amplified everything against the tarmac of the private airport. How Sheamus walked around with that sweater on was beyond him.
"So what do ya think the ol' man is up to this time?" Sheamus asked barely able to contain his excitement.
"Steady on. Didn't your Ma tell you beware freebies?"
"It looks to me that you have issues with trust. The ol' man is just rewarding us for all our hard work."
Wade shook his head. "I don't know. I just have a feeling that this is a set up."
"Ah the spidey-sense is tingling. Never mind tha' ya should just enjoy yerself for once. Not everythin' come wi' strings attached. On to other thin's why is your case only half the size o'mine?"
Wade looked down at the tow-a-long suitcases. They did look like little and large, the bigger belonging to the smaller of the two of them. "How much of that's whiskey and Irish cream?"
"Are you accusin' me of being a shameless drunk Mr Barrett?"
"An Irishman without his favoured tipple is like Wimbledon without strawberries cream." Wade commented eyeing the small plane with no small ammount of caution. "Why do they always look so damn fragile?"
"It's a sturdy as any fine vessel to come out of Belfast's ship yards." The red head grinned.
"You still suffer with selective memory." Wade sighed.
"What selective memory?"
"The Titanic sailed out of Belfast's ship yards."
"There are exceptions t' every rule ya know. Hang on what the feck are they doin' on our plane?" Sheamus' mood took a turn for the worse.
Wade blinked, he had expected there would be others. He did not expect Randy, John and Chris. Those three plus Sheamus in any crampt place is a recipe for disaster and Vince McMahon wanted him to go in that crampt little plane with them for four to seven hours before they find themselves at an unknown destination?
"Come on! We're waiting on you!" Chris gestured frantically whilst keeping himself between Randy and the exit. John seemed to be trying to calm the 'apex-predator' or at least convince him not to go for Sheamus' throat. Considering what happened the last time Randy and Sheamus met he doubted even Army boy could do that by himself.
"That Bastard!" Sheamus' eyes blazed. "Of all the people he had to-"
"See what I mean about freebies?" Wade stepped in front of him and stayed in front of him even when they got to the door. Chris was fading fast and the closer the two got to each other the worse they became. "Gents what seems to be the problem?"
"You brought the problem with you!" Randy growled slipping into his 'Hunt' mode.
"The problem'll be gone soon as that thing is off the plane." Sheamus tried to barge passed.
Wade blocked him. "Look Randy," he waited for the predator's gaze to shift towards him before continuing, "I'll keep him by me and out of your way until we get to wherever we're going. John you mind sticking with Randy?"
"Nope." John agreed as Randy let him pull him back from the door. "It's good to have you with us Wade. You're always calm underfire."
"It's a gift." Wade put his hand against Chris' shoulder the blond looked fit to fall over. "You alright?"
"Better now. Come on the pilot's getting antsy." Chris part tumbled into the plane. "You guys heard where Vince is sending us?"
"He said somewhere nice with a beach." Wade ducked under the door. "God this ain't no Tardis is it?"
"Do I have to breathe the very same air as that prick?" Sheamus asked looking every part the reluctant puppy.
"Randy's asking himself the same thing now come on. I don't do well in these flying washing machines."
Sheamus did not look at Randy as he shuffled into his seat. "You think the ol' man would a' got a bigger plane."
Wade wanted to say, you think he wouldn't put you and Randy on the same plane, but went for. "I don't know but I've heard the size of the plane is comparable to the width of the runway."
Sheamus reached into the pocket of his suit case pulling out a tiny bottle of whiskey. "Here. You really don't like these little planes do you?"
Wade uncapped it and saluted the Irishman. "Ta much."
Draining the tiny bottle in one go Wade let out a sigh. It was going to be a long flight and Vince still did not think they needed to be told where they are going or why.
to be continued...
Next chapter: Reactions to the place they find themselves in.