Disclaimer: I do not own anything dealing with WWE or the rights to any products or persons mentioned in the story as well.

Warning: There is harsh language and adult themes as well as slash between some of the characters (mostly M/M).

Song: "The Power of Good-Bye" - Madonna

Chapter Ten

Mike walked through the stables, mind on the task that he had to do before surrounding his heart and soul completely to Mark. His hand traced the love bite on his neck and he smiled. He could hear footsteps behind him and was tackled but not thrown off of his feet.

"Bro," Alex greeted.

"Hi, Alex," Mike said.

"What's on your mind?"

Mike was silent before saying, "I'm going home."

"What?" Alex pulled away from his older brother to stare at him. "Why?"

"I'm in love."

"With Morrison? Still?" He let his brother go to stare at him completely. "After he cheated on you and still probably is?"

"Really, Alex?" Mike made a face. "With Mark, you idiot."

"Oh." He took notice of the hickey. "Thank God. So, you're really going to do it? You're really going to break up with JoMo?"

Mike nodded.

"Do you want me to come with you?"

"Huh? Why?"

Alex skirted his hand over the top of his head. "Because he hit you."

Mike studied his brother for awhile. "Thank you for the offer, but I can handle myself."

"Mike...you're really not a fighter. I don't want him laying his hands on my brother again."

"He hit you?" John asked stepping out of a stall further ahead.

Both young men stared at him.

"Um..." fell from Alex's lips. He slowly backed away from Mike, but Mike shot his hand out and got a hold of his brother's belt.

"He hit me once, Johnny," Mike explained. "Just once."

"Excuse me?"

"It was only once."

John nodded as he placed his hands on his hips. "I'm going to kill him."

"John, stop it!" Mike commanded.

"But—"

"Johnathan Felix Anthony Cena!"

Cena stared at him and folded his arms over his chest. "You always ruin my fun, dawg."

"I can handle myself."

"Yeah, swe—Cena," Alex agreed.

John's eyes grew wide for a moment, hoping that Mike did not catch the term of endearment nearly falling from Alex's lips.

"When's your flight?" Alex asked, quickly covering up his mistake.

"Tomorrow afternoon," Mike replied. "I'm going to spend some time with Mark and he'll drive me up to the airport."

The other two nodded.

"Speaking of which, I need to find him," Mike said as he turned around to leave.

Alex and John stood staring at each other. They both smiled and followed. They allowed their hands to brush against each other as they walked.

Mark came out of Gewitter's stall. His fists clenched and his face set in stone. He could not believe what he had just heard. He slowed his breathing, trying to keep his temper in check. He loved Mike and felt happy that once everything was over with his love's former life, they could be together. He decided that he needed to go ahead and let the young man find him, so he left the stables.

Mike searched every where for Mark for an hour even going as far as calling the older man's cellphone. He nearly gave up until he saw Mark standing in the doorway of his cabin. He jogged up to the tall man and threw his arms around him. Mark wrapped his muscular arms around the smaller man and just held him.

"I love you," Mike mumbled into his chest.

"I love you too, Angel," Mark replied.

"I'm going to miss you." He lifted his head. "Will you miss me?"

"Of course." Mark pulled his lover into his cabin and closed the door behind them.

"You gonna help me pack?"

"Maybe I'll just be a distraction for you."

Mike chuckled and looked to his bags. He quirked an eyebrow.

"You're welcome," Mark said.

Mike stared at him lovingly.

"I want to spend as much time with you as I possibly can."

Mike nodded as Mark took the blond's shirt off of his body. He ran his hands over his chest and down to his pants. Those too were taken off along with his boxers, shoes, and socks. Mike helped Mark with his clothes as well. They stood naked in front of each other. Their eyes drank in each other's image before Mark pulled his lover to the bed.

Their hands explored each other's bodies taking in the feel. Soft kisses placed where their lips could reach savoring the taste of their lover's body. This slow ministration of memorization was not only the act of love but of need and want. Mike would be gone for awhile and they needed to remember something: the feel of their bodies against one another, the taste of their skin and kiss, the sight of their naked bodies, the smell of their scents intermingling trying to become one, and hearing each other's moans and declaration of love. They craved it like drug addicts. Love was a drug, an addiction to them and anyone else that knew the affects that it has on the body, heart, mind, and soul.

For hours, this act of love making without intercourse went on. It was intimacy at its best. Couples tend to neglect intimate moments and go straight into the act. Moments like theirs brought their hearts closer together in a bond stronger than marriage. They knew that no matter where one was at, the other will always think of them. You can say that they were true soul-mates.

Mike lay in Mark's arms, tracing his tattoos. His lover observed him as a smile played on his lips and eyes twinkling.

A knock came at the door and both men look to it.

Mike turned to the alarm clock. "Wow. At least they didn't interrupt us earlier."

Mark just nodded and watched as Mike put on some pants. He made his way to the door and saw a letter had been slipped underneath the crack. He picked it up, opened it, and read. He chuckled.

"Let's get dressed then," Mike sighed with a smile. "They want us at dinner."

Mark rolled his eyes and they both got dressed. They got to the restaurant and stopped short. The room was decorated with streamers, flowers, and balloons. Everyone stood with smiles on their faces and a round of applause echoed.

Shawn and Hunter followed by Alex, Kofi, and Cena went up to Mike.

Shawn took his son's hands into his own. "Baby boy, I love you and I'm glad that you've found someone to truly love you."

Mike smiled.

"This is a celebration for you both," Kofi explained.

"An ending of an old life and a beginning of a great future," Alex added.

Mike leaned into his love. "Thank you, guys."

"Enough of this sappy shit," Cena said. "Let's party!"

The party went on even after Mark dragged Mike back to his cabin to get a good night's rest for his flight tomorrow. He held the young man in his arms savoring this moment before his return. His mind wandered to the conversation that Mike, John, and Alex had. He did not want his love to go, but he knew Mike must deal with it himself. Mark chewed on his bottom lip as he thought about how Mike might be attacked if he should break up with his boyfriend. Then, he thought of the night the drunk went after his boyfriend and Mike laid him out flat. He chuckled and knew that his Angel would be just fine.

The next day was the hardest for both men. They clung to each other and mumbled phrases of endearment to each other. Kofi, John, Alex, Shawn, Hunter, and Glenn stood aside watching them with their hearts heavy with sadness.

"I put three of my shirts in your bag," Mark informed his lover.

"Really?" Mike asked.

His boyfriend nodded.

"Good, I left a few of my things in your room like my violin and a few articles of clothing."

Mark lowly growled. "I'm going to miss you."

"I'm going to miss you too, love."

His boarding call came and Mike reluctantly let Mark go. He said good-byes to everyone and boarded. He held his bear close to his chest.

"Alright, little Mark," Mike whispered, "we'll get through this and then we can come back home."

Mike's flight landed several hours later and he took a cab back to the condo. He stood in the doorway slowly breathing as he clutched his prized teddy bear. The blond made his way throughout his soon to be former home. He looked at all the pictures and decorations. He made mental notes of what he would be taking with him and what he would be leaving behind. He decided that in the morning he would go to a moving center like U-haul and get boxes.

Meanwhile, Mark sat in a bar nursing his sad heart. He missed his love and wanted him more than the drink before him. He was the only one besides the bartender in the small hole-in the wall place. He did felt grateful to be left alone with his thoughts.

"So, what's on your mind, friend?" the bartender asked.

Mark looked up to the man and gave him a weak smile. "Am I that easy to read, Lawler?"

"I've been your ear for over twenty years. So, yeah, it's that easy to read you."

Mark folded his arms in front of him as he leaned forward. "I'm in love."

Blue eyes stared at him. "Well, I'm be damned. Who's the lucky girl...or fellow?"

"Michael...Mike."

"Okay." Lawler poured Mark another drink and himself one. "Let's celebrate new love."

The men toasted and down their drinks.

"So, Mike...how did you meet him?" Lawler asked.

"I found him in the woods."

Lawler chuckled. "Repeat that."

"He got lost and a bear was about to attack him."

"Oh, a knight in black cowboy boots." Lawler studied his friend. "Why so sad?"

"Well, he has a boyfriend and he went back to break it off."

The bartender pulled up a stool and sat down. "Okay, explain to me why you're getting involved with a taken person."

Mark motioned for another drink and Lawler happily obliged. They sat in silence while Mark gathered his thoughts.

"To be honest, I don't know," Mark answered. "When I look at him, I see a future together. When I'm near him, my heart flutters. When I'm away from him, it feels like the world is crumbling."

"Oh my God, you are in love." Lawler poured himself another drink and chugged it. "I've known you and your brother for a long time. You don't fall in love very easily. You have it hard, boy."

Mark merely nodded.

"Damn, you have it harder for this Mike than you did for May Anne."

The younger man grumbled.

Lawler studied him for a bit. "Is she coming onto you again?"

"Like always. She even tried when Mike was here."

"That bitch is bold."

Mark nodded as he downed his drink. "Can I get a beer?"

Lawler went to the fridge, grabbed a bottle, and popped the top for Mark. "She still talks about you, you know."

"I don't care."

"Well, you're kind of doing the same thing with this Mike guy that May Anne did to you. He's with someone and you two are fucking behind his boyfriend's...girlfriend's back."

"I haven't had sex with him yet."

Lawler nearly slipped off the stool.

Mark watched as his friend took his seat again.

"You haven't..."

"We haven't gone all the way yet."

Lawler blinked. "Wow."

"And I love him."

"Okay...situation is the same and yet different."

Mark quirked an eyebrow.

"I mean, he is with someone like May Anne was with you, but he is going to break up with his boyfriend to be fully yours instead of just fucking around like May Anne did. He's gaining some respect from me. How old is he?"

"About thirty."

"Cradle robber," Lawler chuckled.

"I'm not a cradle robber. He can buy his own alcohol."

"I'll give you that."

The men sat in silence. The door opened and Lawler immediately sat up. His eyes bugged out a bit and they darted to Mark.

"Well, hi, sweetie," May Anne greeted as she walked over to Mark. She gave him a hug.

He stiffened in the embrace. "Evening."

"What brings you here?"

"Getting a drink."

She nodded while she took a seat next to him. "A beer."

Lawler got her order and went to wipe down the tables. He kept his eyes on them.

"Where's your boyfriend?"

"He had to take care of some business," Mark stated.

"Sorry to hear that." She rubbed his back. "How long will he be gone?"

"As long as it takes." Mark pulled out his wallet and paid his tab with a little extra.

"You leaving already?"

"I just stopped by for a drink and a talk." Mark grabbed his hat, tipped a good-bye to Lawler, and left. He had just climbed into his truck when May Anne came out and tapped on the window. He rolled it down.

"I was wondering about that lunch," she said.

Mark wiped his mouth and looked forward. He sat silent for five minutes.

"Mark, please?"

He nodded, "Around noon tomorrow at Shelly's Grill," he drily replied.

"Thanks, Mark."

He grunted and placed his vehicle in gear. He drove off, leaving May Anne standing with a smile on her face.

Tomorrow came and Mike started to work in his office. He took down all his posters, books, and pictures with only him in them. He packed up his desk, leaving his computer. He figured that he'll just get a new one. His violin and cello, stands, sheet music, and everything else that was his was packed up. It took him under four hours to get his office in order and packed.

He looked at his phone and made a call.

"This is Mark. You know the drill."

"Hey, sweetie. Just calling to give you an update. I got one of the rooms packed up. Miss you. Love you."

Mike sighed. His stomach rumbled and he chuckled.

Mark sat in the little eatery looking over the menu. He could feel eyes on him and knew that May Anne had just entered. She took a seat across from him and smiled.

"Afternoon," he said.

"Afternoon," she merrily greeted.

A waitress came and got their drink order.

"So, how have you been?" May Anne asked.

"Good."

She nodded and scanned her menu.

The waitress came back with their drinks and got their order.

"So...whatcha wanna talk about?" Mark bluntly asked.

She sighed, "I just wanted to see you and talk with you."

"I'm here. Talk."

"Please, be somewhat civil, Mark."

"Trying."

Eyes flickered to them once in awhile. This was not a small city like Mayberry but it was not New York City as well. People knew people either personally or by name. They were curious about the two. Few knew that they were once together. Most heard that she was an adulterer and that Mark turned to men because of a broken heart that she caused. Those who knew them personally either wanted them back together or hoped that they moved on with somebody else.

"I wanted to explain myself," May Anne said.

Mark nodded.

"I know what I did was wrong and I can't change that. I mean, I love you, Mark. I still love you. The thing with Scott was a mistake, a mistake that I have lived with since the day it started and I will continue living with. The reason why I did what I did was because I wanted to feel loved. I never thought that you loved me, Mark. I mean, you never told me you loved me and you never mentioned a life together. How was I supposed to know your feelings for me? How?"

Mark took in what she said. She was right, he never did tell her his feelings for her and he never mentioned marriage. It was his outlook on love that caused him to evaluate her for the longest time. He thought long and hard about this woman before him and did come to the conclusion that he loved her and wanted her to be his wife at one point in his life.

"I don't know what to tell you, May Anne," Mark began. "I did love you a long time ago. I'm sorry I never told you that. I thought that maybe you would have guessed it by my actions and affections. You know my family history."

She nodded.

"Just because I didn't tell you 'I love you' didn't mean I wasn't in love with you. I was with you for ten years."

Their food came but was not touched.

"I wanted to marry you, May Anne," Mark said.

"I'm sorry," she breathed.

"I know you are. I can see it in your eyes." He shifted in his seat and replied, "Let's just enjoy lunch."

They silently ate; his eyes on his plate while hers were on him.

When they finished, Mark looked at her and asked, "What is it that you really want?"

May Anne fiddled with a napkin. "I want you back, Mark."

Mark sighed, "I cannot do that, May Anne."

"Why not? Is it because of that boy?"

"He's not a boy."

"Sorry, young man. Everyone knows that this is just a fling."

"A fling?"

She nodded. "Everyone knows that you swing both ways and the thing with men is just a fling. You never go after a relationship with them. A month...maybe three with a woman until you move on."

Mark chuckled as he stood. He took out his wallet and paid for both meals plus tip. He said loud enough for most of the customers to hear, "You don't know shit, May Anne. You hear the rumors of nosy busybodies and accept their lies for truth. You know nothing of Michael and me. I love him and he loves me. We plan on being together for a long time. So if you will excuse me, I have things to do today."

Mark briskly walked to his truck trying to calm his anger. He sat in his vehicle with his head on the steering wheel and A/C on to cool off. There was a tap at his window. He shook his head and opened his eyes to cut them sideways. May Anne stood there, glaring in at him. He stepped out.

"What now?" he barked.

"What do you mean you love him?" she spat. "You don't even know him."

"That may be true, but I know enough. Michael Mizanin means a lot to me and I'm going to make it work." He climbed back into the cab, backed out of the spot, and drove away.

"Michael Mizanin?" she breathed.

…

It took Mike three days to gather, pack, and load all of his things into the U-haul he rented. He tried calling Morrison but could not bring himself to talk to him in fear of John changing the blond's mind. He stood in his former home with mixed emotions but loving thoughts of being with Mark. He went into the kitchen and left a note with a small ring box on top. He knew that it would be another week or two before Morrison came back, but he did not care. He wanted out and this was his way.

He locked the place up, climbed into the U-haul, set the GPS, and went on his way. The trip would take about 18 hrs to get back to the ranch. He looked at his time: six thirty-nine in the evening. He decided to make the most of it and if he should get tired, he'll find a motel. He put on some music to pass the time. After five hours of driving, Mike decided to find a motel. He smiled when one came into view as he got to Las Vegas, NV. Pulling into a parking spot, he went to check in. He got his key and went back to the truck to get little Mark, his toiletry bag, and an overnight bag that he packed just in case he had to stop for a night or two.

Mike opened his door and locked it after he entered. He did his nightly routines, dressed in one of Mark's shirts minus boxers, and grabbed little Mark to hold him tightly as he went to bed. He sighed happily as he inhaled Mark's scent. Mark had not called him back but that was fine. Mike knew his lover was busy at the ranch dealing with his parents and teaching Kofi and Cena. Alex went back to Atlanta to do training for the upcoming football season. He wondered about John and his brother and if they were in a relationship.

His cell went off and he grabbed it. He smiled and answered, "Hey, sweetie."

"Hey, Angel," Mark greeted. "How are things?"

"I'm on my way back up."

"Did it go well?"

"Well, the packing went well. I couldn't get a hold of him...so I left a letter explaining everything."

"You think that's a smart move?"

Mike shrugged his shoulder, "Not really, but it'll have to do. If he has questions, he can call me."

"Okay. Sorry, I didn't get to call you back."

The blond got more comfortable. "It's fine, sweetie." He listened to his love breathing and sensed something wrong. "What's on your mind?"

"The reason I didn't call you back was because the day you called I had lunch with May Anne."

"Oh." He felt a little hurt.

"She got me upset. I had to let my mind clear before I talked to you."

"Well, what did she say?"

Mark sighed and rubbed his forehead. "She claims that this relationship between you and me is just a fling."

"Do you think so?"

"Fuck no. You want to know why."

"Why?"

"Because you're coming back to me."

Mike smiled. "Yes, I'm coming home to you."

Mark leaned back into his pillows. "That makes me happy."

"You make me happy."

"What time do you plan on getting here?"

"Let's see. I have another thirteen hours to go, so sometime in the evening."

"I can't wait," Mark breathed.

"I'm wearing one of your shirts. It helps me sleep at night along with little Mark."

A low chuckle.

"Tell me about yourself, Mark. I want to hear your voice a little longer."

"Well, I'm the eldest of two. My father cheated on my mother and left her for his mistress because she was pregnant. I became rebellious at an earlier age, but I was there for Glenn when he needed me. I went to college for a business degree."

"Me too."

"Really?"

"Yeah, I love music, I just needed something to fall back on just in case, you know?"

"Understandable. The degree came in handy when Dad with Mom, Glenn's mom, retired and me and Glenn took over. I didn't want to, but Glenn asked for my help."

"I'm glad that you did. If you didn't, I would have never met you. Have you heard that song, 'Rain' by Madonna?"

"No."

"Rain, feel it on my finger tips, hear it on my windowpane. Your love's coming down like, Rain. Take away my sorrow, wash away my pain. Your love's coming down, Rain," Mike sang.

"That's beautiful."

"Your love's like that, Mark. It takes away all my pain and sorrow. For the first time in a very long time, I feel wanted...needed...loved." Mike wiped away a tear. "Thank you for loving me."

"Angel, thank you for opening my heart up again."

Mike chuckled. "I need to get to bed. I love you."

"Love you too, Angel."

Mike plugged his phone up and settled down to sleep.

…

Mike drove on for another six hours and he had another eight hours or so to go. He was excited that he was going to be with Mark again. He had been thinking about finally giving himself fully to the man he loved. He shuddered a bit. Mark was a big guy. Mike had no problem in taking his boyfriend with his mouth. He was afraid but interested in how it would feel inside of him.

Mike looked at the CD player and changed the song. He looked up to see an 18-wheeler in his lane barreling towards him. He jerked the steering wheel to swerve, giving the side of the U-haul toward the machine. Unbeknownst to him, another 18-wheeler was behind him and Mike was hit from both sides.

…

Morrison came home earlier than expected. He moved around the home noticing things missing, the office void of Mike's things, and all of his clothes gone.

"What the fuck?" he breathed.

He went into the kitchen and saw the ring box on top of the envelope. He stared at both items. He ripped open the envelope to read the hand written letter.

My dearest John,

I guess you noticed all of my things are gone. I'm sorry that I'm doing it this way instead of telling you face to face. Part of me fears that you'll change my mind or hit me again. I looked at my phone time and time again while I was packing but couldn't bring myself to hear your voice. I didn't want to do that to myself.

I love you, John, but I don't think you love me though. If you did, you wouldn't have cheated on me. I suspected but never had any proof. I was going to ask you to marry me the night I got you that lead in "Long Hard Road." I heard you and saw you fucking someone else in our bed. John-John, I felt so hurt, so betrayed. I don't know why I didn't stop you. I just left and went to the one person that would mend my heart. Cena was there for me. He has always been there for me. He even stopped me from killing myself for the second time in my life.

Baby, what happened to us? What happened to the love that we once had? I never did anything to hurt you. I tried to give you the world, but you spat in my face with your lies, your flirting, your infidelity...your unwillingness to stand by me when I wanted to pursue my dream.

There's nothing left for me with you. I know you'll be better off with one of your whores or your main fuck. I've found someone. No, it's not Cena, but he had a hand in helping me find this new love. His name is Mark and he loves me. He cherishes the moments we spend together. Not once has he tried to force himself on me. He just holds me, cuddles with me, touches me, kisses me. I can't get enough of him. When I look at him, I see a future. When I look at you, I see darkness.

I'm sorry, John-John. I'm sorry that I'm doing this. I'm sorry that I'm leaving you. I'm sorry for not telling you face to face. I'm sorry for holding you back in some way. But I'm not sorry for loving you.

I signed over everything to you, the condo, the bank account, everything. I don't need them anymore. I have my own accounts that I can live off of for awhile and Mark is willing to help me as well. I made sure to get an agent to help you schedule everything for you. I know how you are with those sort of things. I'm leaving you the ring as well. Keep it, sell it, give it away...I don't care. It's yours.

My heart is no longer yours. You'll still have a place there, but you can no longer break it time and time again.

I love you, John-John, but this is good-bye.

Love,

Mike

Morrison read the letter over and over again before breaking down. Mike knew and now he left him. His love left him for someone else, someone who loved Mike more than he did.

His cell went off. "Hell-hello?"

"Mr. Morrison?"

"Y-yes."

"I'm sorry to inform you, sir, but Mr. Mizanin has been in a car accident. He's alive but is in surgery. You were listed as an emergency contact in his cellphone. Is there any way you can get to Salt Lake City, Utah?"

…

Mark looked over jewelry trying to find the right gift for his love. His eyes fell on several items. "I would like those, please."

He made his purchase, waited for the engraving, and left the store. He sat in his truck with the door open.

"Mark!" May Anne called.

He rolled his eyes and asked, "What now?"

"Your Michael has a boyfriend," she answered.

"Had," corrected Mark. "He went home to break it off with him."

"Oh, so you think that you're in the right for fucking up someone else's relationship?"

Mark slowly breathed. "I didn't fuck up anyone's relationship. Unlike you and Scott, I have enough control over my urges."

"What does that mean?"

"We didn't fuck around," he growled. "We have yet to have sexual intercourse. You get my meaning now?"

May Anne's jaw dropped.

His cell went off. "Hey, Glenn." He listened to his brother. "What?"

…

Everyone was at the hospital that Mike was located in a matter of hours. Hunter held Shawn, Kofi and Kevin went to get coffee, Glenn lowly reassured Mark, and John sat with his hands clasped in prayer. Even Morrison showed up. He sat away from everyone else. They eyed him, but he showed no emotion. May Anne was there to be nosy.

Alex ran to them. "What the hell? What happened?"

Shawn stood and went to his son. He hugged him tightly. "Mike's in surgery right now. They're trying to relieve the pressure in his skull for his brain. They're also trying to stop internal bleeding and reset bones on the left side of his body."

"What happened?" Alex asked again.

"An 18-wheeler was being chased by the police and ended up in Mike's lane. He tried to swerve to get out of its path. Luckily, he turned the U-haul around enough so the side of it could take the impact. There was another truck behind him that hit him as well. The second truck didn't have a trailer, so the impact wasn't as bad as the first one's," Shawn answered.

"Will he make it?"

"We're not sure."

Alex nodded, trying hard not to break down.

John stood and went to him. He took Alex from Shawn's arms. He held onto him and let him cry as tears welled in his eyes. "It's okay, sweetheart," John whispered. "He'll be fine."

Mark glanced at Morrison from time to time while Glenn talked to him. He had no opinions on the young man. His thoughts were on his Mike.

Kevin and Kofi came back and everyone drank their coffee and waited.

A doctor came and looked to the group. "Mr. Michaels-Helmsley?"

Shawn and Hunter went to him. The doctor led them to a private room to explain everything they did to Mike and give his chances of survival. They nodded and sat talking with each other after the doctor left. They came back and gave weak smiles to everyone.

"They got the swelling done but they're going to wait and see if it starts again before placing the portion of the skull they took off back," Hunter replied. "They were able to stop the internal bleeding. They reexamined the X-rays and found that there wasn't too much damage to his left side as they first thought. His arm is broken as well as his wrist. His femur is cracked in several places. Three of his ribs are broken. His whole body is bruised and will be very sore."

"Mike's in a medically induced coma right now," Shawn added. "They'll let us see him in two hours. His chances are very good."

Everyone nodded and waited until they got to see him. They were glad that he was going to make it.

Mike was in the hospital for two weeks before they pulled him out of the coma. His brain did not swell again after a few days and so they replaced the portion of his skull back. He had yet to open his eyes and the doctors explained that it will take awhile. He will come around on his own. People came in and out of his room, talking with him, reading to him, or just sat with him.

Morrison sat with him, watching Mike breath, taking in his broken form. He did not know why he was here. Mike did break up with him, but part of him did not want their relationship to end. The other part said 'Fuck it. Fuck him. Go to Cody.' Yet, he was there by Mike's side.

Mark entered and stared down at him. "John Morrison, right?"

The brunette nodded. "Who are you?"

"I'm Mark."

"Oh." Morrison stood up. "You're the one that my Mike is in love with."

Mark clenched his teeth. "Yeah, I am."

Both men stared at each other for a few minutes before Morrison left the room. Mark took the vacated seat and gazed upon his love. His eyes began to flutter causing Mark to stand and move closer. Ice blues peered up at him. They were blank and then a flash of recognition came to them. They twinkled with love and happiness.

Mark smiled and leaned down to kiss Mike's forehead. "I'm glad that you're awake. You had everyone worried." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a box. He opened it and pulled out a necklace with a half heart pendant. He clasped it around Mike's neck before pulling the other half from under his shirt. "You have my heart and I have yours."

Mike slowly smiled up at him. 'I love you,' he mouthed.

"I love you too, Angel."

Morrison stood watching them. He saw the love in Mike's eyes. They were once his and he lost that love that Mike had. He nodded and turned to leave. He bumped into May Anne and quietly excused himself.

May Anne folded her arms over her chest, watching them as a scowl formed on her face. She just could not believe what she was seeing nor could she accept it. She shook her head and walked away.