A/N: Not sure where this idea came from, but it's a good one in my mind so except quite a few updates every other day or so. I own no one, they own themselves or VKM does, either way I don't. Enjoy the story!

The cold rain pierced his skin as he stood out on the balcony of his hotel room, his hands clenched tightly around the railing that kept him from falling over and to the ground miles below him. He stared out at the dark gray clouds, his normally cheerful bright eyes now worn with time. Tears rolled down his cheeks, mixing into the rain as it traveled down his pale complexion. His body ached, his heart ached, and yet he didn't feel a thing. He didn't care that he was risking the chance of getting sick by standing out in the rain; he didn't care about a thing. He was lost in his own little world where nothing could hurt him, nothing could get him.

Only thing was, something could get him. As he stood there in the rain, he felt a pair of large hands place themselves on his shoulders. He could feel whoever it was pull him back into the room and shut the door. He didn't even bother seeing who it was, he knew who it was. Shawn could feel his body being placed down on the bed and covers placed over his shivering body. He turned on his side away from the person and closed his red eyes, falling into a dreamless slumber.

The person that had placed him into his bed, better known as Hunter watched his weak friend from the other bed, his brown eyes locked on Shawn's figure. He didn't know what was going on with the older man, and although he really wanted to know, he never pushed Shawn to tell him. He didn't want to force it out of him because he knew Shawn would come to him if necessary in time. With a soft sigh, he fell back on the bed, and pulled the covers up around himself before closing his eyes and drifting off to sleep.

The next morning, Shawn rolled over in his bed and stared up at the ceiling. His eyes ached from crying last night, and his body still ached from his match the night before. He sat up slowly and stretched his back, grimacing at the sickening crack. He pulled himself out of his bed and walked to the bathroom as quietly as possible so he didn't wake Hunter along the way. He turned on the shower and stepped underneath the water once the water was near burning temperature. His mind drifted off as he stood there, his skin turning red as time passed. Shawn was yanked a while later from his thoughts though as the now cold water splashed against his skin. He stepped out of the shower and got dressed then turned to stare at his reflection in the mirror.

Bloodshot eyes and red skin stared back at him, a reflection that he hadn't seen for years. He sighed faintly and turned, leaving the bathroom. He walked back to his bed and sat down, not even noticing Hunter watching him until he glanced over at him. He stared at Hunter silently for a minute before getting up and leaving the hotel room, not even saying a word to Hunter. Hunter watched Shawn leave, worried even more than he was last night. He quickly got dressed and left the hotel room as well, eager to find out what was bothering Shawn.

After searching all through the hotel, Hunter found himself at the arena sitting in the locker room as he changed for his practice match with Orton. He stared off at the floor after changing, not really listening to anything until he felt someone smack him on the arm. He jumped and turned his attention to Randy Orton who was standing over him with a confused expression.

"Hunter? You okay? You were supposed to meet me in the ring fifteen minutes ago," said Randy, the confusion that was written on his face showing vibrantly in his words.

"Sorry, I was just thinking about something," he responded as he rose from the chair and made his way out of the locker room with Randy behind him. They walked to the ring and began their practice. Hunter's mind, however, wasn't on the match and he kept botching the moves.

After screwing up his pedigree more than once, Hunter stepped out of the ring, giving up for the day. Randy watched Hunter walk away with the same confused expression still written across his face. Hunter changed back to his street clothes in the locker room and walked out of the room, sighing heavily. He didn't know what to do with Shawn. Hell, he didn't even know anyone that could even help him. Well, no that was wrong. He knew one person, but he wasn't sure where he was. With a heavy sigh, Hunter walked off to find the boss. He turned a corner near catering and walked on, spotting Vince McMahon up ahead of him.

"Hey Vince," he called, jogging slightly to catch up to the chairman. Vince stopped, allowing for Hunter to catch up before turning his complete attention to his son-in-law. "Where's Smackdown this week?"

Vince stared at his son-in-law with a quizzical look before flipping through the papers in his hand to find the answer. "Smackdown is in Georgia this week," he answered, looking back at Hunter. "Why? Do you need to get to Smackdown?"

"No, I just need to get in contact with someone," Hunter responded before walking off. He walked down the hall and stepped out of the arena through a side door, glancing around to see if he was alone. When he was sure that he was, he pulled out his cell phone and quickly scanned through the numbers before selecting who he needed. He held the phone to his ear as he listened to the rings before a voice came on from the other side.

"Hello?" came a male voice after the third ring.

"Hey there Mark, it's Hunter. Look I'm sorry to bother you while you're in Georgia but see, I need you to come to Raw for a bit." said Hunter, trying his best to think of a way to tell the older man why he wanted him there so that he would come and not back out of the idea.

"Why? Is something going on?" questioned Mark, his voice showing a slight hint of worry.

"It's Shawn. He's not injured or anything, but look he won't talk to me at all. I caught him outside last night just standing in the rain and I'm afraid he might be getting depressed again," answered Hunter, his worry and panic beginning to appear in his own voice. "We're in Alabama this week so it shouldn't be too far for you," he quickly added.

"Alright, I'm not needed until the PPV, I'll ask Long for some time off and I'll travel with you guys for a while," said Mark after a few minutes, a heavy sigh following his response.

"Thanks Mark," he said before hanging up his phone. He wasn't sure if he was doing the right thing, but he knew he couldn't take care of Shawn on his own. He needed help and who better than someone Shawn had spent the better part of twenty years with. Hunter sighed heavily and returned inside, hoping more than anything that he could help The Heartbreak Kid.