A/N: I didn't put this in the 1st or 2nd chappy, but I don't own anyone in this other than Fiona..at this point. Anyways enjoy everyone and thanks for all the wonderful reviews!

During the short tour of Iraq, the UK, Scotland, Ireland and Spain Glen managed to read every book by F. Daeganthat he could find. At any given time he andMickie could be found discussing the plot or character development. In fact they spent so much of their free time together that there were rumors flying aroundback stage that they were an item. Something that the both of them found extremely hilarious. On the flight back to the states Glen was rereading her first book, and he was convinced more than ever that she based her characters off of various wrestlers. Especially him and Mark, he could pick out traits from them in almost all her male leads. Mickie didn't think so, she was leaning towards Randy Orton and John Cena. The very thought of someone basing characters off of Cena and Orton made Glen laugh, but he didn't in front of Mickie.

Somewhere during chapter sixteen he nodded off, clutching the book to his chest. In his dreams he replayed scene's from the books, most of which had him twitching in his sleep. When he awoke some time later he stretched and rubbed the back of his head, the movement knocking the book to the floor with a dull 'thump'. Mark, whom had just woken up as well seen it fall and reached down to retrieve it. Glen turned a light shade of pink as Mark turned it over in his hands.

"Never pegged you as a smut reader." He said with a smirk as he opened to a random page.

"Uh-well, you know me, I'll read anything if I'm bored enough."

"You must be bored as hell to read this then." Mark closed the book and handed it back, noticing that once again his nails had been painted black. "Excuse me." He growled as he headed out to the isle. "HARDY!!!" He yelled.

"What?" Came two sleepy replies from somewhere in the back.

Mark didn't answer, he just took off towards the back row where Matt and Jeff were trying to get some sleep. Faintly Glen heard 'thump's, 'thwack's, and the occasional "OUCH!" With a small grin he picked up where he left off, the female lead had just discovered that male lead was trying to kill the queen. A few minutes later Mark climbed back over him and dropped down in his chair, wiping his hands on his jeans. Glen looked over and shook his head.

"You do know that you don't have to solve everything with violence...don't you?"

"Funny, this coming from someone that on live t.v. said that pulling the wings off of insects and small birds brings him pleasure. I thought you would love to hear the melodious groaning and whimpering of the Hardy boys as I pummel them both."

"Mm, hmm....wait, why did you pummel Matt. He didn't do anything....did he?"

"Nope, but I'd rather beat him to the punch...teach him a lesson before he gets it into his head to avenge his poor, beaten brother."

"In other words, Jeff pulled Matt in front of him to stop the beating."

"Pretty much."

Glen shook his head again and dived back into the book, even though he knew how it would end he still felt the excitement he felt the first time he read it. Mark tilted his seat back and was soon snoring. The rest of the plane ride was quiet and it gave Glen some time to reflect on the books. So far most of them contained, murder, conspiracy, and lots of sex between both male and female characters, female/female characters, and even one book had male and male characters going at it. To be able to write the scenes as explicitly as she had he wondered if she was getting laid regularly. He didn't think that he knew of any women that wanted to be handcuffed and whipped lightly with a cat-o-nine tails. And the way she described it was almost as if Glen could feel the leather slipping along his back, his sides and other places.

As they disembarked Glen felt a spasm go through his back and dropped his carry-on, wincing as he pushed against the lower part. The pain increased and he drew in a breath as he then tried to straighten up. He thought back over his matches, trying to figure out when this particular injury happened. The only one he could think of was when he was standing back first against the apron and Rey surprised him with a 619 to the face. It had been a tag match between him and Henry against Rey and Kofi. He and Kofi were on the outside and he had been standing near the ring as he stomped on Kofi's hands. Since he was on the floor it connected hard, sending him smashing into the apron. After a minute the pain subsided and he was able to walk the rest of the way into the terminal. Although once he got past the waiting area the pain seemed to return ten-fold.

With a gasp he dropped to his knees, sending even more pain radiating through his body. Tears leaked out from under his eyelids and he dimly heard people buzzing around him. The next thing he knew he was being lifted from both sides. He cracked one eye open and seen Mark on one side and Paul Wight on the other. Between the two they managed to get him back to the plastic seats and sat him down gingerly.

"Hey man, you alright?' Paul asked as Mark went and retrieved his back from where he dropped it.

"Yeah, I think I need to take some time off though." Glen said as the pain started again.

"Ya think? I haven't seen you go down that quickly since you passed out watching me get a tat done." Mark said was he joined them, setting his bag down on the chair next to him.

"So the sight of blood makes me a little squeamish." Glen grimaced as a another pain rocketed through him.

"How? After all the people that you've busted open, and all the times you've bled, how in the hell could the sight of blood make you sick?" Paul asked as he dropped down into a chair across from him.

"It just does, most of the time I'm able to ignore it but if there's too much I then I get sick."

"Alright enough chatter, I'm going to go get Vince so we can get this time off rolling." Mark headed over to the ticket counter where Vince was talking something over with one of the on site managers.

"How long are you wanting to be gone?" Paul asked quietly, not wanting to let everyone and their mama's know about it.

"I'm thinking after Backlash."

"Four months?"

"Yea, it'll give me time to rest up and heal everything."

"You're willingly going to miss Wrestlemania?"

"Yes. I don't have a big push happening this year like I did last year. And it's not like RAW will suffer. They have 'Mike Knox' to terrorize the roster. I'm just worn out, and if I don't let my back heal then it could take me out of the game for good."

"I guess you're right. But what are you going to do with all that time to yourself?"

"There are some things that I need to do around the house, but mostly I'm going to relax and just enjoy the quiet."

"Ok, Glen Vince is going to have one of the trainers look at you when we get back to HQ and then he said we'll go from there. Do you think you'll be able to make it out to the rental?"

"Yea, the pain's almost gone now."

Mark nodded but picked up his bag and walked behind him, Paul doing the same. Out in the car Mark put Glen in the back seat so he could lay down while he and Paul sat up front talking about upcoming shows and pay-per-veiws. Glen really didn't have much to contribute so he just rested his head on his hands and stared at the ceiling, mentally tallying up what he had to get done before the worse of winter hit. He knew he had to winterize his house and garage, then he had get the fluids changed in his SUV along with getting the snow tires put on. But other than that he honestly had nothing to do, and he relished the long stretch of down time he hoped he'd get. Soon they were walking in the double doors of TitanTowers and standing by the receptionist desk were two trainers waiting on them.

"Mr. Jacobs, Mr. McMahon called and wanted us to have a look at you. Seems you had a little mishap in the plane terminal." The older looking one said poiletly as they headed down the hall to the examination rooms.

"You could call it that. I had a tag match against Rey Mysterio and Kofi Kingston and Rey surprised me with a 619. It wasn't in the run through so I didn't expect it. I ended up lower back first into the ring apron." Glen explained.

"I see, are there any other injuries that you've had lately?"

"No big ones, my knee has been acting up a little here and there but nothing serious."

"Ok. Well go ahead and strip down to your boxers please, we're going to take a few x-rays and an MRI see if we can't pinpoint what's going on."

The two trainers left, talking amongst themselves quietly. Glen did as he was told and was soon sitting on the exam table swinging his legs back and forth in a bored manner. The walls in the room were a pale blue and there were some framed pictures on the wall, but it didn't distract from the hospital like feel of the room. After a few minutes the trainers came back into the room and preformed the routine blood pressure tests and what not, keeping up a light stream of conversation.

"So Mr. Jacobs..."

"Call me Glen please, Mr. Jacobs makes me feel old."

"Fine, Glen. The basics look good, seems you have been taking really good care of yourself in that respect. So how about we go and get the other stuff out of the way."

"Sounds good. You're not going to make me get in a wheel chair are you?"

"Do you want one?"

"No, I'd rather walk."

"Deal, well let's get going. Don't want to keep your friends waiting out there too long."

Forty-five minutes later Glen was back in the exam room talking to Mark. The trainers said that he could come in to keep Glen company as they looked at the results. Paul had left, but told Mark to tell Glen goodbye for him. Glen was back up on the exam table

"What's the first thing you're going to do when you get home?" Mark asked as Glen slipped his shirt on over his head.

"I'm going to the store."

"What for?"

"Food. There's none in the house, I haven't been home in little over three months. Well there might be a can of tuna in my cupboard. And I hate tuna." Glen said as he made a sour face. "I think that can came with the house. I don't remember buying it." Both of them were laughing when the trainers came back in.

"Glen."

"Yea?"

"We want to put you on leave for a while.."

"How long is a while?"

"Five months to start out with, and then after that we'll do some more tests and go from there. Is that going to be a problem?"

"No...so what's wrong?" Glen said as he felt another twinge.

"There's a disk in your back that's pinched, it's nothing serious but if you put too much pressure on it it'll herniate and then you'll have to go through surgery. But the good news is that if you just relax and stay away from strenuous activity it'll heal itself. Although if the pain starts to come back take two extra strength Tylenol and sit in a warm tub of water. Any other questions?"

"Why five months? John Cena was only out four months with surgery. Glen's not doing that so why five?" Mark asked as he scooted to the edge of his seat.

"Mr. Calaway, I'm sure that you know that Glen is older than Mr. Cena so he's going to need more time to recoup. But we're not only putting him on leave for the back, but his knee as well as some small injuries that have been recorded in his file. It's just a precautionary thing, that's all."

"Yea Mark, I'm no John Cena." Glen snickered as Mark pulled a face.

"Thank god."

"Alright gentlemen if that's all then you are free to leave, and remember no strenuous activity."

"Yes sir."

Glen slid off of the table and he and Mark headed out to the lobby. With a sigh Glen rubbed his lower back lightly, something that caught Mark's attention.

"Is it hurting again?"

"A little."

"Well let's get you home."

"Sounds like a plan." With a grin both men headed out into the cold Connenicut winter.