Disclaimer: I own nothing of the WWE. I am not getting paid for any of this.
A/N: Here are the warnings. This fic was written based on a dream. The characters in this will be ooc, mainly due to the fact that I don't actually know these people personally and I don't know how they act when they're not their characters. This involves a lot of dudes and I will do my best to keep them Dudes. We all know some guys get really feminine in fics and I'm gonna try to stear clear of that. I'm hoping it will be easy cuz let's face it, I'm a guy but if you notice something please say so and I'll check it out and change it if I feel there is a need. There will be certain elements of keyfabe but a lot of that will be in the use of names. This timeline is a bit screwed up, okay a lot screwed up but it's a fic and it doesn't need to be perfect. There will be slash. If you have any questions or comments just let me know and I should get back to you if not personally then at the beginning of the next chapter tho I would like to avoid that. Enjoy.
Ch.1 Messy Rooms
Shawn had just gotten to the hotel and he was exhausted. It had been a long night at work. It was always a long night when he went up against the Undertaker. There was a distinct 50% chance that he would receive a choke slam, a tombstone piledriver or, more than likely, both all in one night. This night that's exactly what had happened. Sadly that wasn't all that had happened. Not only did he get a choke slam but taker had delivered a boot straight to his face, jumped over the top rope right into him and then, once he had limped back into the ring, the Deadman had Tomstoned him. He was a very sore and tired person.
Now as he trudged slowly down the hall to his room he just wanted to sleep. He just did not want to be awake anymore. Rummaging around in his jean pockets he pulled out his room key, inserted it into the door lock and popped it open, closing the door quietly after slipping in.
Shawn dropped his bag and stretched before pulling off his shirt, toeing off his shoes and unbuttoning his pants as he walked to, what he assumed was, his nice warm bed. It was quite a shock to the heartbreaker when, instead of landing face first on a nice soft bed, he landed face first on a live, now flailing, human.
He sprang off the bed, crashing to the floor on his ass as he stared up at John Cena with a gaping mouth. Not able to contain his shock or temper he clambered to his feet.
"The fuck are you doing in my bed, Cena?" He shouted gesturing wildly at both John and the bed in which he sat.
John, having just been quite rudely awakened from, in his opinion, a lovely dream about a certain Bella Twin, was both confused and rather annoyed.
"Dude, what are you talking about? This is my room. I got the key this morning at the desk." He slid out of the bed clicking on the bedside lamp as he went to his discarded clothing and produced another room key and showed it to Shawn. "See? I've got a key and everything."
Shawn looked from John's face to John's key then back to John's face pulling his own room key from his pocket and holding it up for John to see. "I've got one too."
John sighed and plopped back down on his bed. With a tired yawn he said to Shawn "Why don't you just call the people who booked the rooms and see what's going on. Maybe the hotel Fucked up or something."
Shawn groaned and fell into the chair by the small table that resided in the room. Letting out his own sigh he pulled his phone from his pocket and punched in the number for their hotel booking service. After two rings someone answered.
"WWE Lodging Service, this is Adrian Gerhard how can I help you tonight?"
Shawn raised an eyebrow, "Yeah, this is Shawn Michaels, there's a problem with my room." He heard some typing and a "One moment Mr. Michaels." Then after a few seconds of typing noises he heard a sigh. "Mr. Michaels, is the problem with your room that John Cena is staying there as well?"
Shawn brought his eyebrows together in confusion. "Yeah, actually that is my current problem, how did you know?"
There was a slight growling noise on the other side of the phone which made him smile slightly in amusement before the voice, he couldn't really tell if this Adrian was male or female, spoke again, "There was an issue with the previous booking agent, I don't know if you ever spoke with Mia Lowens" he nodded as if the agent could see him" but she was recently fired and upon learning that she was about to be unemployed decided to tamper with the bookings." He rolled his eyes skyward and slumped his head back, "We've actually had about 10 people, not including yourself and Mr. Cena, with the same problem." Shawn groaned again and glanced at John who was looking both tired and curious as he sat up on the bed. He spoke into the phone " Is there anything you can do for us?" There was a hesitation on the other end of the line and an unpleasant lack of typing in the silence before Adrian cleared their throat, "Actually, um, There is a bit of a problem." Shawn groaned once more and tipped forward putting his head in his free hand, elbow resting on the table top. "And the problem would be?" Another hesitation on his/her end. "Well Mr. Michaels—" Shawn cut her off gently "Shawn, just Shawn is fine." John, who had popped up an eyebrow when Shawn had put his face in his palm, raised his other eyebrow at this. "Well, Shawn, the issue is that because of all this we've had to lease out other rooms in your current hotel and a few surrounding it. I would be happy to do this for either you or Mr. Cena but," she paused and sucked in a quick breath, "the problem with that is, not only is WWE in town at this moment but the Texas International Comicon is also taking place as we speak." Shawn closed his eyes muttering an expletive as he did so. Adrian spoke again with what sounded suspiciously like a smirk. "Exactly. And it gets worse. We were only just able to situate our last Superstar into the only vacant room on this side of town." Shawn gave a sigh as he sat back in the chair. "So what can we do Mr. Ah Gearhardt was it?" There was a chuckle on the other end. " It's Gerhard actually, Ms. Gerhard, but Adrian is fine." Shawns face reddened in embarrassment, " Oh my god, I am so sorry." Adrian laughed. "It's perfectly fine Shawn, happens all the time." Shawn laughed at himself and brought his hand down his face. "So, Adrian, what is there to be done?" He heard her sigh. "Well, Shawn, I can either call the hotel and get another bed sent up to that room," Shawn looked around the small room and then at John who seemed to be falling asleep sitting up "or—" Shawn spoke into the phone "I like or." Adrian chuckled on the other end. "Or I can see if I can set you up with someone who lives in the area and have you stay in their house for the weekend." Shawn thought for a bit looking at John again who jerked himself awake having nodded off in his sitting position almost tipping off the bed. Making up his mind he told Adrian "Let's go with or, my current roommate is about to fall asleep and I don't wanna keep him up any longer than I have too." John smiled sleepily at him giving him a thumbs up before covering his mouth as he gave a wide yawn. Shawn smiled, shaking his head. Adrian had a smile in her voice as she responded. " Okay, you can either give me your number and I'll call you back when I have something or I can put you on hold." Shawn nodded and gave her his number ending the call.
He sighed, leaned back in his chair crossing his legs at the ankles. John sat forward slightly and asked "So what's goin' on?" Shawn sighed and sat back up, stretching his aching back. "Well turns out this isn't an isolated incident." John raised his eyebrows and crossed his legs Indian style, placing his elbows on his knees and looking at Shawn, he continued, "Looks like the chick, Mia, who used to book our rooms, got fired and instead of going peacefully decided to fuck up a bunch of our hotel bookings." Johns eyebrows raised and his eyes widened at this news, "Are you kidding me? That's ridiculous!" Shawn just nodded in agreement. " Yeah turns out at least 10 of us were booked in the same room. Who knows how many it actually was considering some of us are young enough not to care about sleeping on the ground or crowding a room with another bed or cot." John nodded with a wince at the thought of spending a night on a cot and the ramifications it would have for either him or Shawn if they'd have to sleep on one. Shawn noticed the wince and caught on to the train of thought, "Yeah so, Adrian, the new booking agent, is trying to set me up with someone who lives in town so I can bunk with them." John sighed and shook his head. "Man this sucks." Shawn could only nod in agreement. John looked over at him. "So we're just playing the waiting game to see what happens then?" Shawn nodded again. "Yeah, I wonder who she'll find."
On the other side of the line Adrian sighed. It had been a long day for her, trying to fix what Mia had done and now Shawn Michaels, The Heartbreak Kid, Mr. WrestleMania himself, needed somewhere to stay. She sighed again trying to think of anyone who lived, or had a house, in Houston. Her eyes widened and she lunged for her phone, an idea popping in her head, it might be odd for them to room together, Adrian didn't know of their personal feelings for each other or if there even were any negative or positive feelings at all outside of the ring, but it was the only idea she could come up with. She punched in a number and waited for them to pick up, which they did on the second ring
"Julian?"
A sleepy voice answered "Yeah?"
"Hey, it's Adrian from WWE?"
Julian yawned on the other end " Yeah, I know who you are. You don't have to introduce yourself every time."
Adrian grinned "Sorry, habit. I'm actually calling because I have a bit of a problem." She explained the situation to him, ending with "So I need to find Shawn Michaels a place to stay and I thought you could help."
Julian paused for a second "And how's that?"
Adrian bit her bottom lip and spoke "Well—" She blurted out her plan quickly and crossed her fingers.
Julian sighed "I wouldn't normally do this and I doubt I ever will again but does need a place to stay... Let's hope this works." He gave her the number.
Adrian jotted it down on her notepad, beaming "Thank you so much, I owe you one."
"Yeah, Yeah and I'll collect."
They ended the call quickly and Adrian stared at the number for a moment before steeling herself and dialing it.
"Hello?" A surprisingly non sleepy voice answered the phone.
Though nervous Adrian didn't let it show in her voice. " This is Adrian Gerhard with the WWE Lodging Service." She paused wondering how to broach the subject.
" Okay." He sounded vaguely amused.
Adrian sighed and decided to just get directly to the issue. "Okay see we have this problem." She explained the situation once again, "and we were hoping that you would be willing to put Shawn up for at least tonight assuming we can find him a room by tomorrow night." She waited for his response once again biting her bottom lip.
The man was quiet on the other side before he sighed and asked "Will he need a ride? If he does I can pick him up in about 10."
Adrian let out the breath she was holding and grinned, "Let me just ring him up and check." She put the man on hold and called Shawn. He answered on the first ring with a "Hey, Adrian, got something good for me?"
Adrian, still grinning, told him, "I've got you somewhere to stay tonight. Will you need a ride or do I have to get directions?"
Shawn gave a loud whoop followed by a 'sorry John' and then said "Yeah if they can pick me up here, that'd be great."
Adrian chuckled "Alright, he said he could be there in 10 just be ready outside the hotel, okay?" Shawn agreed and they ended the call. Going back to the other man Adrian said "Okay, he'll be waiting outside the hotel for you. You know how to get there?" He answered to the affirmative and they ended the call.
Adrian leaned back with a happy sigh, mentally patting herself on the back.
Shawn told John the good news as he pulled his shirt and shoes back on and picked his bag back up. He tossed the key on the table and smiled at John, "Sorry for the rude awakening, John. I'll see you tomorrow." John just nodded and fell back into his bed waving a goodbye to Shawn, hoping he might be able to get back to that dream he was having.
Outside in the hall, Shawn slung his bag onto his shoulder grimacing when his back gave a twinge. He made his way down to the lobby and out of the hotel.
He stood outside waiting for a few minutes rocking back and forth with a song in his head until a large black truck rolled up to the curb. Shawn grinned assuming this was his ride. He jogged forward happily to the truck throwing his bag into the bed and opening the door to climbing inside.
He was smiling as he started to talk to the driver, his savior, "Thank you so much for putting me up tonight. This whole thing is a little crazy doncha think?" With this last question he buckled his seatbelt and finally looked over at the driver. His eyes widened in shock, eyebrows going high and bottom jaw hanging.
Sitting in the drivers seat with possibly the most amused expression that face had ever held was the current reason for Shawn's sore back, Mark Calaway, The Phenom, The Undertaker.
A/N: That is the end of chapter 1. Please review after reading, all comments are welcome. Hope to see you again in chapter 2.