I'm alive! Okay well I wasn't really dead, I just disappeared for a bit, that's all.
This could be seen as a prequel to "A Deadly Game" since its how my Shawn/Triple H relationship came about, so you can read this one with that one in mind, but hopefully it'll stand up well enough on it's own.
I own no one involved, they all belong to the WWE and themselves.
Shawn whistled to himself as he walked down the hall, the cowboy hat on his head cocked to the side, his usual HBK tucked snuggly into his jeans. His boots clicked softly as he walked; his mind set on heading to the locker room and getting ready before beginning his search for Hunter. He always had to search for the man; he was never around when he was needed.
Shaking his head, Shawn walked into his locker room and over to his things, his whistling never stopping as he stripped out of his street clothes and pulled on his long wrestling pants, then the flashy chaps to wear over them. He grinned to himself as he strolled into the bathroom and grabbed the comb, wetting it down before running it through his hair. He secured his long brown hair back into a ponytail, then turned and returned to his bag, grabbing the shirt that was lying on top.
Turning, Shawn pulled the shirt on over his torso, smoothing own the material before leaving the room, the door swinging shut behind him. Now that he had changed, all he had to do now was find Hunter. That, Shawn realized over the years, wasn't as easy as some would expect.
"Hunter, oh Hunter?" called Shawn as he looked from one room to the other, a grin on his face as he tried to find his best friend.
"Where could that man be?" said Shawn to himself as he stood out on the stage looking out towards where the workers were setting up the ring.
Before Shawn could realize what was going on, a pair of hands covered his eyes, blocking his view. "You talking about me Shawny?" asked a voice in his ear.
Shawn smiled, reaching up and grabbing the person's wrists before putting their hands away from his face. He turned around, grinning even more when he saw Hunter standing behind him.
"Yes I was," he said with a soft laugh, "I guess your ears were burning, that's what they say happens when someone is talking about you."
Hunter cocked an eyebrow at Shawn before laughing softly, "Whatever you say cowboy," he said with a chuckle, "Now, why were you looking for me?"
"We need to go over plans for tonight with Legacy, you can't miss another meeting or Vince will have your head," said Shawn, grabbing Hunter's hand and leading him backstage once more.
Hunter smiled, following Shawn as they walked back to the locker room where Randy, Cody, and Ted were waiting.
"Hello boys," said Shawn with a grin as he sat down, tugging Hunter down into the chair next to him.
Randy looked over at them, "It's about time you found Hunter," said Randy, smirking over at his former partner.
Hunter rolled his eyes, "Shush Randy, it isn't my fault I get bored easily and have to find something to do," he said with a smile.
Shawn glanced at him, "Yes it is your fault," he said, "If you had just stuck around in the hotel room until I was ready to go you would have had a lot to do."
Ted looked at the two of them, his eyes wide, "Shawn seriously! Don't talk like that around innocent little kids," he said, gesturing towards Cody.
Cody pouted, looking at Ted, "I'm not a kid, I have chest hair!" he said, pointing at his chest but frowned again when he realized he didn't have any.
"Its okay kid," said Shawn, reaching over and messing up Cody's hair before leaning back in his seat, "We know you're a man, just a really young one."
"Yeah, a kid-like man," said Ted, snickering gently.
Cody nodded, before stopping and glaring over at Ted, "You know just for that, we're not playing tonight!" Cody remarked, crossing his arms over his chest and pouting once more.
"Are you done children?" asked Randy, looking over at Cody and Ted. Ted nodded, gesturing for Randy to start the discussion for their match later that evening.
"Shawn are you ready yet?" asked Hunter a few hours later as he sat in the locker room, waiting on Shawn to get out of the bathroom.
Their match had gone well that night; the fans had been into it, and everything. Now all Hunter wanted to go was go back to the hotel and rest. He sighed as he leaned against the lockers, waiting on Shawn. Shawn, he realized over the years, was always the last one out of the locker room, even if he wasn't doing anything but sitting around. Hunter had also realized years ago that it would be easier on him to just wait on Shawn as opposed to waiting impatiently back at the hotel.
Shawn walked out of the bathroom a few minutes later, looking over at Hunter, "Sorry I was having trouble with my hair," he said, running his hand back to his loose long brown hair. Hunter smiled, watching him. Many a night he had dreamt of running his own hands through Shawn's hair without any reason. He had touched Shawn's hair before, though that had usually been to put a bandaid on the man's head, or to help him get rid of a tough tangle.
"You're such a beauty queen sometimes," said Hunter teasingly, watching Shawn grab his bag before standing up and doing the same.
"And you love it," teased Shawn as he walked out of the locker room, and down the hall.
Hunter smiled, "More than you know," he said to the empty room before following Shawn down the hall.
A little while later, Hunter found himself sitting quietly in the dark of their hotel room as Shawn slept peacefully in the other bed. He looked over at the older man, smiling as he watched Shawn sleep for a few minutes before climbing into his own bed, and falling asleep, more than eager for the next morning when he could see Shawn's smiling face once more.
