A/N: Don't own 'em, just that I'd clear that up if anyone thought any differently...lol. WAIT! I do own someone, I have Bam's picture on my cell phone, along with Taker and Kane...so HA! As always reviews are welcome as is constructive criticism but obvious flames will be iggied or used to set Adam on fire...lol.

Brian's POV

I was extremely worried. Matthew was sitting in the car with a feral like grin on his face as he stared out of the windshield. This couldn't be good. Ever since that phone call and the news about the fight between Mark and Glen he'd been off in left field. I really think I started something by telling him that. But he looked so down and lost after the call that I wanted to make him smile. And for some reason I thought that the image of Glen and Mark beating the holy hell out of one another would do that. They say hindsight is 20/20 and right now that fact was glaringly clear.

As we headed to the airport I felt my mind click into gear. I had to fix this before Matthew found himself on the receiving end of another beating. Although this time I think that Mark and Glen would be administering it together. Question was, what in the hell was I going to do to fix this? I glared over at Matthew, this would be so much easier if he was dating one of the Divas. Then all I would have to do is just set him up with one of the other Divas or even a ring rat. The girls would then fight it out and Matthew could just stand back and enjoy the sight. Hell I know I would enjoy watching two women fighting over me, only I'd find a way to get them both back into my room afterwards.

A content sigh from his direction brought my thoughts back to the task at hand. There was no way in hell that I was going to be able to do this by myself. But who was I going to get to help me? I didn't know anyone that walked that side of the track other than Justin and Matthew, and Mark and Glen but I had never talked to them on a regular basis. In fact I tend to go out of my way to steer clear of them, I see no reason to unintentionally piss off two of the higher thought of superstars on payroll.

"Mmmm maybe I could get Justin to help me." I thought as I tapped my fingers on the steering wheel. "On second thought, maybe not. I do not want Glen and Mark thinking that I'm coming on to him too." This was too far over my head, I needed help, but where to turn, where to turn.

The rest of the ride to airport was silent, Matthew had fallen asleep and that grin still there. I had no doubt that he was dreaming of Justin. He talks in his sleep. I woke him when we got to airport and in alittle under an hour we were boarding our plane. I nestled down in my seat and looked over at Matthew, I had wanted to ask him why he had asked Vince to bring back before he could go back into the ring. But he was asleep already. I grinned slightly as I motioned for one of the stewardesses. I gave her an impish grin and asked for two blankets, my grin getting wider when she let me know discreetly that she had a break soon. Needless to say, I joined the mile-high club twenty minutes later.

I slept the rest of the flight and all too soon the plane touched down. The stewardess from earlier shook me and Matthew awake and after slipping her number into my hand we disembarked. Matthew was rubbing the sleep out of his eyes when he walked into the terminal so he didn't see Adam waiting on us near the counter.

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Adam's POV

I watched as Matthew and Brian weaved their way through the crowd. Brain looked relaxed and entering something into his cell from a small scrap of paper, probably a number from a fan that was on the plane. That boy has more luck with the ladies than anyone else I know, and that includes John Cena. Matthew on the other hand looked like he hadn't slept in days, his hair was sticking up at odd angles and he some serious stubble going on. When they finally made it over to me, Matthew raised his head and stared at me as if he was trying to remember my name.

"Coffee." He croaked.

"Sure boys." I started walking over to the Starbucks with them trailing behind me like well trained puppies. "So Brian, how did you enjoy your time off?" I asked as I jumped in line.

"It was good, I got some well deserved rest." He smiled as he crumpled the paper and tossed it into the nearest trash bin.

"What about you Matthew?"

He just grunted at me and tried to smooth his hair down when he caught sight of it in one of the sterling silver napkin holders. It wasn't helping, and in the end it stood up even more. With a growl he headed into the bathroom after telling me that he wanted a strong black coffee. I looked over at Brian with questioning eyes.

"I have no clue. He was fine when we left his place this morning. Whatever set him off had to have happened on the plane."

I shrugged it off, more than likely Matthew was just worried about what Mark and Glen were going to do to him when they seen that he had returned. I was next up and ordered the drinks and had just picked them up when Matthew rejoined us. I handed him his coffee and tried not to laugh. His hair was dripping wet but still managed to stick up in some places.

"Didja fall in or something?" I asked as the smirk I was trying so hard to suppress slipped out.

He didn't say anything, he just glared at me and with a small snicker I lead the boys out to my rental. Matthew claimed the backseat and stretched out, falling to sleep within seconds of me starting the car. Brian settled down in his seat and stared out the window, a thoughtful expression on his face. I had the feeling I was going to regret it, but I decided to see what he was thinking about.

"Whatcha thinking about?"

"Justin." Oh no, not him too.

"Really?"

"Yea." His voice was heavy with feeling as he glanced back at Matthew.

"Why are you thinking about him for? You got the hots for him too?"

"WHAT!" He screeched, I mentally laughed at his affronted face. "Hell no! Not that there's anything wrong with liking men. I just don't. I'm wondering what Matthew is going to do once he gets back."

"Whaddya mean?"

"I think the only reason that he asked Vince to come back is that he still wants Justin. I'm worried that the next time Mark and Glen go after him that they might just kill him."

"They say love hurts." I said as I watched him out of the corner of my eye.

"But he's not in love. He's infatuated. I don't think he'd know what to do with Justin if he ever did manage to tempt him away."

"So what are you planning to do."

"I don't know."

"We'll figure something out."

"I hope so."

Secretly I did too.