May Roses in Cold December

By: Yhu

Ratings: Anywhere from Pg-13 to R.

This Chapter: PG-13

Warnings: Slash, bad poetry and a rather odd unconventional romance up ahead!

Pairing: Jericho/Mystery

Disclaimer: Don't own them

Genre: Romance

Flair stepped off the plane looking around. It was hot, the sun blareing down on him, making Ric wish he had prepared better for this trip. All he had with him was a suitcase with some clothes and necesities. He hadn't planned on staying in San Antonio for too long. It shouldn't take too long to convince Michaels to be madly in love with Chris. Shouldn't be so hard...

He walked over to the rent-a-car counter, glancing upward at the lists of what they offered.

"Can I help you sir?" The woman behind the counter asked.

Ric smirked slightly, ego inflated by the kiss he had shared with Chris still. "Well there darlin', how 'bout you give me your name and number?"

She frowned at him pointing to down her nameplate. "Charlene. And no thank you, I'm married. Did you want to rent a car or not? If not please just go!"

"Alright, I won't bother you anymore. A fine woman like your self must keep the man of the house pretty damn well pleased... What have ya got?"

Charlene blushed slightly, looking up information on the computer. "We have one pick up, one convertible, one Harly, and a few SUVs left." She took out a small piece of paper to write something on it. Ric tried to see what she was doing but with no luck.

"What a choice... I'll take the motorcycle." He winked at her taking the keys and small sheet of paper that she slid across the counter to him. Ric opened up his wallet, thumbing through some of the bills. He gave the woman the full amount. "See you later, baby doll." He winked going toward the back enterance. He opened up the paper, smirking at the words written on it.

554- 8765 (call me)

Ric folded it up into the pocket in his suit coat. "Still got it." He grinned walking out to the parkling lot. He had always loved motorcycles-- there was no way he was going to pass up this oppertunity. He sat down on it, taking out an address book. Shawn's was in there... Hopefully he hadn't moved since then.

Ric took off down the street, leaving behind the city of San Antonio. Shawn lived on the outskirts, away from the hustle. He cursed silently for not having changed into a pair of thicker pants, and gotten himself a helmet. The heat from the engine was burning at his thighs through his slacks, the dust was getting in his eyes and in his hair.

He went down the narrow road, eyeing the large mansion up ahead. It was so large... FOr just one person. Ric stopped the motorcycle, pulling out the address book to check with number on the post. 'Yeah, this is the place... What the hell does Shawn need this big of a place for? He's just one guy...' He shrugged, heading for the large gates. He turned off the bike once again, heading toward the intercom on the gate post. He hit the door bell, patting himself down, causing dust clouds to rise up off of him.

"Can I help you?"

Flair turned to the intercom, holding the speaker button down. "Hello Shawn, it's me. I've got to talk to you."

"Ric? What are you doing out here? Shouldn't you be with your family?"

"I'll explain later. Just let me in." Ric waited for the gates to swing open, riding inside. It took five minutes to ride up the long driveway. He parked his bike by the walk up to the front door.

Shawn opened up the door for Ric, a perplexed look on his face. He had on his riding clothes, a pair of beaten up jeans and plain tight white tee shirt. Ric walked in, letting out a low whistle.

"Impressive..." Ric murmured taking in the south western atmosphere. Shawn was definately a cowboy, tried and true... "I've never seen your house before."

"Thanks... Do you want a drink?"

"God I thought you'd never ask." Ric followed Shawn to a sitting room. He sat down in a chair, watching as he poured two small glasses of scotch.

"Hope you don't mind scotch." Shawn handed him the glass, sitting down on a chair next to Ric.

Ric shook his head and chugged it down. The drink would definitly help him with what he was about to say. "Shawn, I know what I'm about to say isn't exactly... uh... probably... what you don't want to hear at the moment."

Shawn frowned, looking over to the older man curiously. "Well, just come out with it then!" He too took a drink.

"Shawn, are you gay?"

The younger man spat out his scotch in surprise as he eyed Flair with huge eyes. "What?!"

"I know that was pretty blunt but I need to know. It's okay if you are. I myself am bisexual, and I know plenty of guys in the fed-"

"I KNOW it's okay!! But why did you come all the way out here to San Antonio to find out my sexuality?!"

"Well are you?!"

Shawn went silent for a long time. He ran his hand over his ponytail, remembering the last male/male relationship he had had a few years ago. Hunter broke his heart... It hurt so badly that he hadn't had any form of relationship beside causal sex since. But there was no denying it. "Yeah..."

"Alright then, we're in business! Shawn, Vince and Bischoff are at it again, playing their little mind games on unsuspecting people... I do believe you were once a victim of Vince's jokes and games too?"

He frowned in rememberance... Being tricked into thinking that Vince actually did care for him, when he was so cruelly dropped for another who tickled Vince's fancy. That was a long time ago... Back when he first entered the WWE. "Who is it this time?" He asked darkly.

"Chris Jericho."

Shawn looked over to Ric with a surprised expression. "Jericho? Vince with Jericho? ...Well I'm not surprised, the man has a weakness for blondes."

"That's partially true... Except it's not Vince this time... It's Bischoff. He started writting mushy poetry under the guise of some love sick fool to Chris in an attempt to get him in bed. They have some sort of bet going and I guess if he actually fucks Chris he gets a raise..."

Shawn finished off the rest of his scotch, tilting the little bit at the bottom of the glass. "Why are you telling me all this?"

"Because Chris... Chris has this thing... He loves you. Huge crush... And I was wondering if you maybe... Oh... Felt the same? Because that way, Chris wouldn't care about this poet anymore-"

"I'm sorry Ric, but this little set up of yours is not going to work. I'm not interested in any relationship."

"God damn it Shawn! Just because one relationship doesn't work out, doesn't mean you stop trying!" Ric stood up walking over to Shawn. He grabbed his chin and forced him to look up at him. "Do you want to live the rest of your life alone in this huge house?! You're a handsome man, Shawn! Don't let the rest of your life slip by because you're too afraid to try again! Don't make my mistake! If I was your age again I'd go for it! Hell, I'm not your age and I'm still going for it."

"And what makes you think I even give a shit about Chris anyway? I hate the guy! He's so damn annoying... All he thinks about is himself."

"That's not true! He's changed, he really he has... I was trying to help him find this poet, I spent time with him... He's different than everyone assumes. Shawn, if you won't do it for your sake, then do it for stopping another plan by Vince..."

Shawn didn't answer. He turned his head away from Ric, not wanting to look at him for he knew it was the right thing to do. if he could stop Vince or Bischoff from getting their jollies by taking advantage of trusting men and women then he knew what he had to do. But could he pretend to like Chris? Maybe if he did for a little bit, he could direct Chris to someone else.

"Well? Are you going to help or not?" Ric asked slightly frustrated. This was not going how he wanted it to... Shawn was supposed to leap to his feet at the oppertunity!

"Give me time to think this over." He muttered.

"Time is not something we have here Shawn. You know what? Forget it. Forget I came here. Forget I tried. Infact, don't help out. Just stay here in your mansion, all alone with your memories for the rest of your life. You're a waste of time. And you wonder why I favor Hunter over you... Good bye Shawn. Have a happy new year rattling around in your house." Flair shouted turning around, storming out of Shawn's home. He went to the door, mounting the bike. He took off toward the hotel where they were scheduled to stay at for the next show, aggrivated. What the hell was wrong with Shawn? Chris was so sexy, with his beautiful long golden hair, sweet curves, and soft kissable lips. The thought of them made Ric smile to himself for a few seconds. If only he was younger...