Sing To Me My Blue Bird.
Chapter 3 : Open Up Your Eye's And Look AT Me

Mark groaned and rubbed his temple, leaning back in his seat. He couldn't believe that his younger brother and that goat face of a man had left (whoever that tattooed a like of Wade Barrett's was) behind in his house!. Looking down at the dirty clothed (and looking) man, Mark sighed. His old cold heart wouldn't allow him to leave the poor bloke that way, plus he was making the carpet dirty. Standing up then throwing the now empty bottle of whisky into the glass recycle bin, Mark picked "Wade" up and carryed him the way a husband would his bride on their first night together as a married couple.

Coming to the top of the stair's, Mark stopped and groaned again - he'd stupidly only brought a one bed roomed house, he'd never needed anymore. He and his former pet alway's sleep together.

Kicking open his bed room door, Mark walked in and placed "Wade" down on his bed. Leaning back up, the older man was thinking of what to do. The information that Kane had given him about Barrett being the Viper's pet had shock him, Randy was the one person he hated most in the wwe. After all Randy had taken away Marks pet. 'If I could, I would go back to the wwe and tomb stone that prick over and over again until he had no head left' Mark was brought back from his thought's as he heard a shiver (clattering teeth) and soft moan's.

Looking down at the bed he saw that Wade was trying to get some warmth from anywhere possible, the moan's sounded painful. 'Maybe he's hurt more then Kane first thought' Walking over, Mark pulled the blanket from underneath Wade, the Brit curled into it, but stayed asleep. Wade's one arm tangled around Mark's, the older stopped in shocked. And from the fact of how badly Wade actually looked this up close. He had light freckle's on his face (which was very cute) with a few scratch's, but the blood from his nose was finally drying up fully, but all in all - He still looked terrible.

'Randy must be the type of Semi to have more then one pet. From the look's of it, Wade mustn't have been his favorite, otherwise he wouldn't look as badly as he does now' Mark instinctively started to run a hand over Wade's face, his thumb lingered on Wade's lip's. The American's other hand had started to run down Wade's curled up side, the Brit's trembling figure was slowly stopping as the touch went on. Mark didn't know what happened, but he ended up getting into the bed and pulling Wade close to him. He guessed it was just in his 'master' type nature to feel the need to look after a pet.

Soon Wade's body was completely still up against Mark's, the warmth shared between them was a comfortable one and the undertaker found himself falling asleep listening to Wade's soft snore's.

Mark was slowly waken up by whimper's coming from the younger man he had gone to bed with. Opening his eye's fully Mark looked at the clock near by and rubbed a hand over his head, it was ten minute's past eight in the morning (8:10am) The whimper's continued so Mark turn and saw that he was alone in the bed. Rising an eye brow Mark crawled over to the one side where the whimper's were coming from and leaned over the side of the bed. Mark saw Wade twitching like a sleeping dog, the younger's whimper's were growing louder. Watching silently as Wade moaned in pain, muttering a 'stop'. Mark waited a few second's and finally took pity on the other man and got up and walked over to him. 'It's about time he woke up anyway' Grabbing Wade's arm's, Mark gently shook him.

"Hey, wake up" All that happened was that Wade started to cling to him, Mark didn't know what to do. To be honest he was more concerned about getting filthy. "Come on, up and at 'em" Moment's past yet still nothing happen. Growling out, Mark shook Wade harder. The Brit's eye's slowly began to open, blood-shot eye's met Mark's green one's. Wade's arm's were in tangled with the undertaker's, the younger man tilted his head to the one side looking rather confused up at Mark.

"Undertaker?" His thick Brit's accent sounded crocky due to lack of use. "Where am I?...Where's...Randy?..." Before Mark could answer, Wade passed out again, but his arm's were still tangled with Mark's. The Brit's head fall into Mark's free hand. Now he was sure that the man was indeed Wade Barrett - thank's to the accent. Mark sighed and untangled his arm's from Wade's grip, leaving the Brit there after putting him on the bed and went to go get something to eat. Also to call his doctor to see if he could come and check over Wade, just to make sure that the Brit was fully ok, no brain trauma, no broke bone's (step for his nose) No nothing. If Kane really wanted him to use this guy as a revenge plan, then Mark needed his in top condition, but then again, would it even work? After all, from the look's of it Randy didn't care all too much about the other. So would Mark actually be able to get his revenge with Wade Barrett?. 'Why am I even thinking about this, it wouldn't work. Randy stole my pet and I have to suffer for the rest of my life for not noticing it before it was to late'

Leaning against the far wall just outside of his bedroom, Mark waited for his friend (Who just happened to be a doctor) to come out. The doctor had been here for about an hour and half already, Mark would have gone in there with him, but the doctor had said it was best not to. patient, something whatever, privacy. Folding his arm's over his chest, Mark growled, this was taking far too long for his liking. 'What the heck is that man doing in there? How long does it take to look over someone?' Suddenly the door to his bed room opened and out walked his doctor. Mark raised an eye brow and waited for some sort of answer. The doctor took off he's see throw glove's and then rubbed the back of his neck.

"It doesn't look good Mark, the kid's been through some serious hurt here. You said he woke up and then passed out?"

"I did yes. How bad is it though?"

"Well, it appear's that after a took of his clothes that he's been raped over and over again. There's skin under his nail's giving me the impression that he tried to fight back, but...came out on the losing side of thing's. I'll need to check over him once's he's clean and actually awake to see it he has brain damage"

"When he woke up earlier he recalled who I was and asked where Randy was"

"Hmmm, maybe he'll be fine in the head then, but still, the kid's been through a lot Mark. He may need more than a hot bath to fix him. His broken nose I've left be after putting a plaster/bandage over it. The scrape's on his face should clear up after time, physically he should be fine, but mentally...it's hard to say."

"I understand. Thank's for the help Dye."

"No prob Mark, just go ease with this kid. He's something else, I can tell" Dye said as they shook hand's, saying their good bye's, Dye left the house. Groaning a little Mark walked into his bed room again. Wade was on the bed wrapped up in the blanket, still dirty but his clothes were on the floor near by. He was fast asleep still. Sitting down on his bed Mark looked at Wade.

"Your seeming more like trouble then you'll be worth to me"...

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