So so so sorry for the long hiatus…with all this icky stuff going around it seems like I got it all, I hope you enjoy this chapter, please Read and review!

Chapter 26

Michelle sat there with a shocked look on her face, she would have never have even mentioned it if she'd suspected that Scott was anywhere within earshot.

"Talking about…?" Michelle said, trying to play dumb.

"Oh no, you can't play me off like that I know exactly what I heard…this Shayla better be an old friend from Minnesota or something…" Scott said, looking mad enough to spit tacks. Michelle couldn't help but think of how intense he'd be in between the sheets right now. She shook the thought from her head; it was probably the last thing on his mind right now.

"Scott, really…there's no need to get all worked up…" Michelle started, standing as she held her hands up as if to hold back his reaction.

"No reason, my ass! I can't believe that boy would do something so stupid like this…" Scott swore to himself.

"Hey!" Michelle yelled, cutting him off, "He is not stupid, shit happens…you of all people would know that…ease off him…he's just a kid."

"That's my point! He ain't ready to be no Dad…" Scott yelled back.

Colleen looked worriedly at Mark. She knew this situation could dangerously escalate out of anyone's control and needed to be diffused as soon as possible.

"That's true, Scott, but really Michelle's right, there's no need to get out of control…we don't even know for sure if she is. We'll know for sure tomorrow. Until then, I think everyone needs to just chill." Colleen said, stepping between Michelle and Scott. Mark joined her, standing directly behind her.

"Yeah, buddy, it's no reason to get crazy, we've had enough shit tonight…let's wait and deal with it when we have to." Mark said, backing up Colleen, "Plus, no need to get on to feisty, over here, it ain't her fault." Mark said, smirking at her.

Slowly a smile came to both Scott and Michelle's faces.

"I guess you're right…I just hope it ain't true…" Scott said, shaking his head as he ran a hand over his hair.

"I know baby…just try not to think about it too much…" Michelle said, walking over to him, sliding an arm around his waist, "I know that sounds stupid, but I'm just trying to help…" Michelle said.

" I know, I know…" Scott said hugging her, "This has been one hell of a day and I am beat…" he said, his face looking extremely worn out, "Why don't we go on back to the house."

"Yeah, I'm tired, too…Colleen I'll see you in the mornin'" Michelle said hugging her friend, "I'll come over and check out the house, I don't have anything else to snoop around at Scott's so I'll just start on your house Reaper." Michelle teased.

"As long as you stay away from my Harley, I'll let it slide." Mark said, pulling Colleen to him.

"Harley?" Michelle said, her tone hinting toward a mischievous motive.

"Don't you even think…" Mark began, but Colleen cut him off.

"Baby, I'll make sure I keep an eye on her, I'll make her behave…" She tried to convince Mark.

"Yeah, right…" Scott said, holding Michelle around the waist.

After Scott and Michelle left, Colleen continued to grab a few things to take to Mark's that evening. Mark lay on the bed, propped up on one elbow, watching her with and amused expression as she stuffed several bras and panties in her bag.

"You know you aren't going to need those…I expect the next couple days to be spent in only a couple of rooms doing one in particular thing…" Mark said, cocking an eyebrow at her.

Colleen blushed deeply, thinking about the possibility of days on end wrapped in this man's arms, becoming one with him over and over.

"Well, just in case…" She said, leaning over the bed, planting a kiss on his lips.

"You know what I just thought of?" Mark said, pulling her down on the bed next to him before she could pull away.

"What's that?" Colleen said, playing with the few strands of hair that had fallen over his shoulder.

"We oughta at least break in your bed once before we shack up at my place." Mark said, softly, his low voice grumbling once again. Colleen felt a shiver radiate throughout her body as she could not control the wetness that appearing between her legs.

"Well…I can't say that I can argue with that…" Colleen said, pulling his head down to hers.

Scott walked Michelle back to his house through the darkened yards. Scott's head was spinning with everything he'd seen and heard in the past hour. His best friend had accosted the woman he loved; he found out that there was a possibility of him being a Grandpa…the last of which he feared entirely.

He wanted so much his children. He wanted them to have every advantage and opportunity at their fingertips. He wanted them to be able to do anything they set their mind to, without question or obstacle. Being a dad at 18 would severely limit Cody's chances of making something of himself to its full potential. The girl, Shayla, was alright and all. She'd been a real sweet girl every time he'd met her…she seemed grounded enough…but both of them were still beyond too young to even contemplate becoming parents. And Scott was far from being ready to become a grandfather.

"Scott, calm down…" Michelle said, grabbing for his hand, "Like I said, it's not for sure yet…just try to relax."

"I know, I know…" Scott said, heaving a breath, "Listen…I'm sorry about Kev back there…" Scott started.

"It isn't your fault, Scott, Kevin's a big boy…he should know what's right and what's wrong…" Michelle said flatly, wanting to get off the subject. Scott noticed her tone and for some reason it hit a nerve.

"There's no need to cop and attitude, I was just trying to apologize." Scott snapped back at her. Michelle stopped dead in her tracks, her arms crossed across her chest. Scott stopped a few paces ahead of her, turning around to face her.

"Don't tell me not to get an attitude…perhaps I need to refresh your memory about Kevin…we could start with the fact that he degraded me as much as he possibly could before he tried to force himself on me, then I had to wait for Colleen to rescue me only to have you come over and defend him…did that about cover it or did I miss something?" Michelle said, her eyes narrowed at him. She still loved Scott but he was being a royal asshole.

Scott could feel his anger boiling at her. All of his emotions over everything were getting all jumbled up and she was trying to ignite his short fuse. He was not interested in playing games tonight. Part of him was also feeling guilty that he'd let something like that happen to the woman he'd confessed to loving more than any other in the world.

"Well maybe you shouldn't have been over there…you knew that's where they were staying, if you knew Kevin didn't like you, then you should have just stayed out of his way." Scott said, crossing his own arms. At this point both of their tempers were threatening to burst, their voices becoming louder and agitated.

"Are you fucking kidding me?!?" Michelle said, basically yelling at this point, "You know what…fuck you, Scott Hall…I went over there to stay away from you guys, so that I didn't interrupt your precious male bonding time, I don't know how much more I could have stayed out of the way. I can't fuckin' help it when your friends act like their 15 year old boys who can't keep their hands to themselves!" Michelle said as he hands balled up.

Colleen and Mark were just starting to get hot and heavy when they heard the muffled ruckus coming from the backyard.

"What is that?" Colleen said, rolling off of straddling Mark. He groaned, almost whimpering wanting to continue their session.

They listened for a second more, recognizing Michelle's voice. Colleen groaned herself. She didn't know how much more instances she could stand today. She slipped her tank top back on as Mark re-buttoned his pants, slipping his shoes back on.

"This better be good, or I'm gonna take you as soon as we get back in the house…" Mark warned a playful smile on his face. Colleen could not help the sudden tingle in her stomach as he pulled her back against him, still feeling his hardness pressing through his jeans.

They heard the yelling again…this time recognizing Scott's voice. They looked at each other concerned and quickly made their way downstairs through the semi-darkness toward the sliding doors that led out to the deck. As soon as Colleen opened the glass door, the yelling could be heard clearly and harshly. What in the hell was going on? Colleen and Mark quickly made their way down the deck steps and half ran to where Scott and Michelle were arguing.

"I'm gonna talk to Scott…" Colleen said, "Take Michelle back to my place…get her to calm down." Colleen said as they approached the two.

"Why do I have to take Feisty?" Mark said, feeling his testicles were in grave danger.

"Because, Scott needs to talk to me when it's comes to Michelle…" Colleen answered him. They were at the scene before Mark could argue back.

"You knew we were drinking, maybe you shouldn't flaunt yourself around right under his nose." Scott spat at her. They got there just in time for Mark to hold Michelle back as she started for Scott after his low blow.

"Flaunt myself?!? That's it…"She started, struggling to release herself from Mark's grasp. "Put me down damn it!" Michelle spat.

"Ok you two, just calm down!" Colleen said yelling over the both of them, "Scott let's go this way…" She said, grabbing his arm, trying to lead him back down to his house. He glared one last time at Michelle before turning to follow Colleen's pleading.

"And you're coming with me, hardhead…" Mark said, not letting her down as he walked back up the deck steps and into Colleen's side of the house.

"Ok, I'm not an infant you can put me down now." She said as they entered the kitchen.

"Just makin' sure you don't run over to Scott's and castrate him." Mark said, flipping on the light, "need a drink?" He asked, trying to think of something to get her mind off Scott. He even had to admit Scott stepped over the line with the last comment. She shook her head sinking into one of the chairs at the table. She really wished she'd worn more; all she had on now was her bikini with her towel wrapped around her waist. Oh well, Mark had seen her that night for dinner…it was worse than this.

He sat down with an ice tea, setting one in front of her as well. She gave him a stubborn look, but took a long drink, setting it back down on the table.

"Better?" He asked, taking a drink from his own glass. She shrugged her shoulders.

"So what the hell happened, you two was just fine when you left here." Mark asked.

"Scott blamed me for what Kevin did…" She said, after taking another drink, crunching on an ice cube.

"Sounds kinda ass backwards to me…" Mark said, knowing that Scott was just upset about everything and often took it out on other people.

"What the hell? You takin' me side Reaper?" Michelle said sarcastically. Mark couldn't help but smile as he took another drink.

"Smart ass…" He said, smiling.

"I didn't mean to take it so personal…I know he's just upset about everything…" Michelle said, twisting her glass back and forth on the table. Mark was impressed. So this chick actually had taken the time to know Scott, figure him out, all his little quirks and habits. "The truth is, Mark, I'm not a fan of wrestling…" She said, smirking at him.

"You don't say…" He said, now being the sarcastic one.

"Well, what I mean is, everyone else in the world seems to know everything else about him…his past…everything…I don't have anything yet…"Michelle admitted. For a second she felt like pinching herself, was she really confessing herself to the Reaper? She must be getting soft.

"Well, he may like that, getting a chance to tell all his asinine stories to someone who hasn't heard them a million times." Mark offered.

"I know, but I just wanna know some basics…." Michelle said, looking up at him carefully. Mark knew that look…she was up to something, she wanted him to talk.

"Aw hell, Michelle, I don't know what all you wanna know." Mark said.

"No…I don't mean that, but well, Colleen has a bunch of old tapes WWF or whatever and that other one…WC whatever…maybe you could narrate or something for me…I never really could get into those."

Mark was relieved, now this he could do. He wasn't up to some mushy girly moment, but analyzing wrestling tapes for someone…that was a different story.

"I could do that…" Mark said, looking thoughtful.

"Great…I'll go dig them up…" Michelle said, getting up from the table.