Author: Alliegirl4life

Title: A Terrible Discovery

Genre: Mystery/Suspense/Romance

Disclaimers: No own, and I do not claim to know the wrestlers personally-so take that as you will.

Warnings: Slash pairing, mentions of alcohol, death, and strong language are contained within this fic. You HAVE BEEN WARNED!

Characters: Degeneration X, others mentioned

Note I: Written out of boredom, if you want to see more, all you have to do is ask.

Note II: DX pairing featured: HHH/HBK

A Terrible Discovery: Prologue:

Shawn sat at the table over to the left side of the room while watching him from afar. It had been so long since the both of them had been together….but hopefully that would all change after tonight.

"Want another round, Michaels?" The waiter asked him as he passed by with the tray in hand. Shawn nodded slightly.

"Yea, top it off." He said, tossing back the last of his fifth drink that night. "I can use it." He eyed the waiter cautiously as he placed down the expensive wine bottle upon the table.

"Here you go, sir. Anything else I can get you?"

"Nah thanks." Shawn signaled him off, allowing the waiter to leave in peace. Shawn then poured the red wine into his glass while someone slowly approached him from a few feet away.

"Hey Shawn," said the tall blonde, "nice party, huh?"

"Hi Edge," Shawn mumbled irritably, "yea…..you can say THAT again."

The blonde laughed a little and grabbed the hand of his girlfriend and former mistress, Lita. "Oh yea, babe, say hello to papa!" He said with a smirk. Shawn watched on as the two proceeded to make out right in front of him, wishing silently that the man who he wanted so badly would do that to him. Shawn then turned around to look for the man once more, and after a few precious moments, spotted him: directly across the room from where he himself sat. Edge and Lita finally departed, taking notice that Michaels wasn't really paying either of them any mind. Instead, he seemed to be staring off at someone else in the distance. Attempting to see who it was that Shawn had his eyes peeled on, Edge glanced around. But no one specific person came to mind. He turned back to face the Heart Break Kid again. "Hey Shawn-who are you looking for?" A solid minute passed by without a single word coming from the other man. "SHAWN!"

"Huh, oh, sorry," Shawn's attention snapped back to Edge and Lita, "who am I looking for?"

"Yea," Edge nodded in agreement.

Shawn shook his head. "No one." Lita gave him a wary look as she and Edge walked off to join the other wrestlers inside the party room. The WWE was hosting an after Wrestle Mania post party for the wrestlers; and Shawn had been included among them. Surprisingly, since his boss had threatened to fire his ass earlier that same evening. Though now, Shawn had little to nothing to worry about because Vince was now in a hospital somewhere getting his forehead stitched up. Shawn tossed back the rest of his drink and finally gathered enough courage to stand up from his seat and make his way over to the other side of the room; the other side of the room, where his crush remained standing, right beside the bar. "Hey Hunter." He greeted with a grin on his face. Hunter turned around to give him a quick acknowledging glance.

"Hey Shawn." He said, drinking some more of his Jack Daniels. "How's it going?"

"Good, I suppose….." The Heart Break Kid replied. He leaned in closer to Hunter, wrapping his arm around the small of Hunter's back. "How about you?" He saw the determining look in Hunter's eyes, and he knew that he wanted it; wanted HIM to be more specific.

"I'm doing alright." Hunter looked at Shawn through the corner of his eye. "What do you want?"

"What do ya think I want, Hunt? We haven't been with each other for so long…and after tonight's performance, I'd say you're willin' to get back together."

"You so sure about that?" Hunter questioned, growing aware of the people surrounding the both of them.

"Well, what do ya think?" Shawn said. Shawn knew he wanted Hunter so much, but Hunter, ever since the break up occurred between the two of them, had wanted nothing to do with him in return. It hurt him to be alone without anyone to call his own, but somehow throughout the past four years he had managed to deal with it. But now, seeing Hunter and knowing that they were both officially available, he had wished for another chance with him; and this might have just been the night he would get it. Trying not to push his luck too far, however, he let go of Hunter and let both of his arms drop to his sides. He suddenly caught a glance of what appeared to be disappointment in Hunter's facial expression. He felt a bit optimistic as he continued. "You don't seem so sure anymore. You know me, Hunter; I have wanted this for a long time now. Why can't we just work it out?"

"You want to know why?" Hunter questioned with an authoritative tone. "Because it hurt me to have to hurt you like I did. But you left me no other choice-since you screwed Bret, that is." Shawn winced at the mention of that very name. Even after all this time, he still could not believe he had done such a thing; and just to keep on McMahon's good side. He knew it had hurt Hunter to live with that sense of rejection, but back then, Shawn had felt there was no other choice. But it had been so long ago, Shawn had been hoping that Hunter would at least give him another shot. Even if it would be for one night only, it would be one more night-and that's all that Shawn could ever ask for. He thought for a moment before coming up with anything to say in response.

"Hunter, come on. I had no choice in that matter; both of us know that!" He watched as another diva walked passed him. "To pin that against me, is not fair. You know how I feel about you. Please….just give this-give US another try. I promise…..I'll make it up to you this time. Just please…." He gave Hunter a sad look, which he knew had always done the trick many times before. And it stunned him that it was apparently working now. Hunter thought for a moment, before placing the rest of his Jack Daniels down upon the bar counter and looked up at him.

"You know what, Shawn, I have been thinking as well. I have thought time and time again about all those fun times we had together. Knowing that one day, you'd be crawling back, asking, begging for more. I know you-that's your style. You want to get back with me…..we'll just have to see how tonight goes." Hunter got up from his seat. "Follow me." He commanded Shawn. Shawn did as he was told and followed his former lover out through the party room exit and down the hallway and into the elevator. Silence was heard for the longest time until Shawn spoke up.

"Where are we going?" Hunter smiled.

"Just where you want me to take you…..where else?" Shawn gave the Assassin a slight smirk. He'd be darned, Hunter knew him very well after all this time. They hit the elevator and rode it up to the fifth floor, where Hunter was staying for the night. After ten minutes, Hunter and Shawn stood before the hotel room door, both in complete disarray over what they were about to do. Hunter took his room key from his pocket and slid it in the lock….but he then noticed something was wrong. The key wouldn't go through. "What the hell?" He muttered to himself in confusion.

"What's wrong?" The Texan asked.

"The damn lock…..wait a minute." He hadn't thought of it before. He gave the door frame a slight push and the door slowly opened. The door had been unlocked the whole time! "But I fucking locked this sucker. What the hell? Whoever the hell unlocked it is…" He fell speechless as he took in the sight of the room around him. He entered with caution as he had made a horrible discovery. Everything inside the room was trashed. The night stand had been flipped over, clothes scattered about, and strangely enough, the window, which Hunter had securely closed, was now wide open. Hunter's jaw dropped as he stood there, looking around. As his eye fell to his bed, he saw it: a body of a woman covered in blood lay there, upon the once pure white sheets that were now stained with crimson red blood. Shawn looked on in horror as he too discovered what Hunter had already seen. Hunter almost felt sick to his stomach as he ordered Shawn to grab the extension and call for the police. Shawn did so, but not before realizing just what had taken place: a murder had occurred in Hunter's very own hotel room.

To Be Continued….

A/N: Hey to everyone who reads this! I know it's been a while since I have posted anything on here….and hopefully you don't mind that the slash for right now is implied….and does not go into detail. The characters may not be so accurately proclaimed as in some other stories, but yet again-that's what the disclaimer was for. So, tell me what you think-you think I should continue? Let me know, thanks!