A/N: I ONLY OWN MY ORIGINAL CHARACTERS, ANY ONE THAT IS RECOGNIZABLE IS OWNED BY THEMSELVES AND OR RESPECTFUL OWNERS. COPYRIGHT INFRINGEMENT IS OT INTENDED. I AM MAKING ABSOLUTELY NOTHING FOR WRITING THIS. ONLY ENTERTAINING MYSELF, AND HOPEFULLY OTHERS...OH BEFORE I FORGET... THIS DOES NOT FOLLOW ANY CURRENT STORYLINES OF THE WWE. Also I have gone back to most of the original story, oh and one more thing... TIMBER IS BACK! :)
As he sat in the office of his new home, Glen Jacobs stared at the home page of his laptop. Bored out of his mind and wondering what he could do about that. Whenever he didn't do anything, it gave him time to think. Too much time to think. About things that were better left undisturbed. Like his divorce, that was finalized about three months ago.
Since he had injured his knee, which required surgery, he found himself with alot more down time. Which is exactly why Mark Calloway, better known as The Undertaker, and his wife Michelle, better known as Michelle McCool, had decided to take him to Vegas for a week. Which was great considering that he had woken up the second morning in bed with some one, which he had no memory of the night before. Guess you shouldn't drink when your on pain killers.
Thank God it had been Timber Mitchell. She practically grew up with his girls, well ex-step daughters if you want to get technical about it, Devan and Arista. They had all played league softball together since they were in the third grade. At least it hadn't been a complete stranger.
He shifted on the bed and realized that he had all of his clothing on from the night before, except for his pants, he was now wearing a pair of comfortable shorts. Oh thank you god! Maybe this can all be explained as a friend making sure that another friend was you could take the chicken shit way out...Not an option.
Since Timber was laying on his right shoulder, he ran his left hand, in a tired manner, over his face. Something didn't feel right, he thought he felt a scrape of metal. So he ran his hand over his face again. Still there. Afraid of what he might find, Glenn turned his hand over slowly, only to see a simple silver band around his ring finger. Looking down at Timber, he saw that she had her right hand splayed across his chest and her left hand up by her face.
Reaching over as quietly and gently as he could he lifted her left hand just enough to confirm his fears. I married my daughters' best friend...so much for explaining it away. At least it had been someone that he knew.
Deciding to check his email, he shook the memory away and signed onto his yahoo account. 'This ought to kill some time.' "Wow. Now I know I'm loved." No new emails. "You have no unread messages in your inbox. Typical."
Just as he started to navigate away from the page, He glanced up at the inbox count and noticed that it had changed. "Hmm...Probably spam, but I'll check you out anyway."
After clicking on the appropriate tab, he realized that it was from his little sister."Lulu, what are you up to?" Opening the email, he began reading.
Glen,
Hey I know that it's been a while since we have actually spoken to each other. You are a very difficult man to get into contact with mister. *insert mock angry face* Anyway, I'm sure that Mom has already told you, but I'm pregnant... yet again. *Claps enthusiasticly* Unfortunatly, thanks to my diabetes, complications have arose already. My doctors think that it's in my best intrest, as well as the baby's, that I go on bed rest. At least untill it's born, which is roughly going to be around seven months from now. So there will be no one to take care of my classes. I need your help. You are the smartest person that I know...Wow, that could be really good or really bad...take it how you will. I need a really big favor of you. I know that you have some free time on your hands since you're injured, but you don't have to help me if you don't want to... my feelings wont be hurt... *bats eyelashes really fast* Okay I know that you can't actually see me doing that, but you can use your imagination right? Right. Bear, there is no one else that I trust those kids with.
All my love;
Lulu
"She had to play the Bear card." His little sister April had called him that ever since she could talk. No one knows why. He didn't even think that she knew why she did it. Either way, the entire family knew that he has been wrapped around her little finger since the moment she was brought home. There was never anything that he wouldn't do for her. There still wasn't.
He clicked reply and responded to her message. After telling her that she was a dirty fighter, he hit he send button. "What am I getting myself into?" It didn't take long for him to get a response. If he were being honest... he was a little afraid to open this one.
After clicking on it, he let it pop up.
YEA! I knew that you would help me. Okay so I have already graded the most recent papers. I'll leave all of my lesson plans and some notes for you in my desk. I don't think that there's anything that you need to pick up, but then again I know, that you know what your're going to need. If you have any questions regaurding the class, about their behavior or whatever. Such as ' Does John Doe Always act this way or is he just trying to see how far he can push me?' Just shoot me an email or something. Anyway I'll let the principle and the other staff members that need to know what's going on know that I found a replacement.
Thanks so much for doing this Bear... I love you.
Lulu
After banging his head on the desk, he closed out of the email and pulled up a search engine. "Staples..." Right after he had clicked the search button, exactly what he had been looking for popped up. "That was easy." Glen had been so interested in what he had been doing, that he had not noticed Timber standing in his office door way.
'Auditioning for a comercial are we?" The sudden sound of her voice caused Glen to jump. Which resulted in him banging his injured knee on the underside of the desk, resulting in him clutching it. Doubling over and his face going red from a mixture of pain as well as lack of oxygen. "Oh my god Glenn! I am so sorry I thought you had heard me knock. Are you okay?"
Moving over to the desk, Timber pu ther hand on his rather large shoulder. "It's okay." His wife looked at the screen and then back at Glenn. "So what were you doing anyway?" That question caused Glen top run his hand over his face. "Probably biting of way more than I can Chew at the moment. Do you remember how my sister is a teacher?"
She looked at him and nodded."April right?"
"Yeah that's the one. Well she just emailed me and asked me to take over her class for the next, oh say nine months. She's not going to be able to teach, because she's pregnant and her doctors have put her on bed rest. So looks like I'm going to be your English four teacher for the year."
He saw Timber's face brighten a little. "When do you start?" He got an evil grin on his face. "Same day you do... tomorrow. So what's up? DId you need something?" Timber shook her head. "No, but I wanted to tell you that dinner is ready."
Glen nodded and got up to follow her down stairs. "I guess we need to run over to Staples or something after we get done. I know you don't have anything survival items I mean supplies, for tomorrow either."
"Haha, sopunds good. Hey Vince isn't going to be pissed about this is he?" They sat down at the tablw and continued their conversation through uot dinner. "No he shouldn't. Right now the doctors gave me a return to training date about six months from now and I wont be able to go back for at LEAST another two so It'll actually work out... I hope."