A/N - This is done in a) third person b) as a series of flashbacks.
The night of Backlash 2002
"Hi baby! What are you doing here?" Mark took his wife in his arms, surprised to see her. "I thought I'd surprise you, seeing as its a PPV and everything." Mark smiled down at her grinning face. When he looked up he could see Trish watching him, a slight smile on her face. Then he saw Hunter come up, a sneer on his. Sara turned to see what her husband was staring at and she stiffened. Mark noticed this, instantly worried she was upset about Trish. Could she know? He worried as he looked down at her anxiously as she turned to face him. Suddenly he became terrified she knew but what she did confused him even more. She pulled him down and fiercely kissed him, a deep rough kiss that took his breath away. The she whispered "I love you" He smiled at her but her she frowned "Mark I mean it, I love you more than you could imagine" This time he kissed her, but his was a sweet gentle loving kiss. When they broke he whispered "I know"
A head stuck around the door "Hello Taker" Mark's body stiffened at the sound of Hunter's voice "What do you want?" He growled. Sometimes ego's rubbed up the wrong way and real life feuds and hate grew. Mark and Hunter had one such problem. "Just a little talk" "And why would I want to talk to you?" "Because I have some very personal information you might want to know" "Yeah?" He asked rising and standing toe to toe "And what might that be?" "Its about Sara" Mark's eyes darkened, and he glared at Hunter "You leave Sara alone" "Too late" "What have you done to her? If you've hurt her then I'll." "No I didn't hurt her." Hunter sneered. An evil callous look, full of superiority and hate. "Though she did scream a lot." "You." He begun to speak then realised what Hunter was implying. He sniggered "yeah, in your dreams" At this point Sara appeared at the door. "Hey Sara you'll never guess what." He trailed off when he saw her face, a mix of shame regret and fury. "Sara? You didn't? Please say." "How could you?" Sara screamed at Hunter "You said" hunter just shrugged "I lied, big deal!" Sara walked up, raised her arm and smacked Hunter across the face. The loud crack of flesh meeting flesh could be heard up the corridor. "How dare you"
Mark watched this as if it was a film. He wasn't a part of it, it wasn't his wife stood there it was someone else. He felt the sting of tears in his eyes, and an ache in his heart. How could she? Now Hunter was bent double groaning loudly in pain. Mark looked and saw Sara looking at him, tears in her eyes. "I'm sorry Mark, It didn't mean anything, it was a drunk mistake" In between the groans he could hear Hunter say "The first time atleast." "What? How many times?" "The once I." Sara started but then she thought better "A few"
Mark stared at her "It was nothing, a mistake I just." "You know," Mark said his voice not conveying the pain he felt "I could almost forgive it, if it was love I could understand" 'After all' he added to himself 'he did it' "But you just did it why? Cos you felt like it" Sara began to cry and took a step towards him, but he stepped back. She kept muttering I'm sorry, but he ignored it. He turned and walked out the room trying to salvage some of his dignity and the last pieces of his heart.
A/N - Artistic license here people. I am fully aware that no one with full mental capacity would want HHH when they had Taker, but it is Fiction so. Please review (Don't get away that easy)
The night of Backlash 2002
"Hi baby! What are you doing here?" Mark took his wife in his arms, surprised to see her. "I thought I'd surprise you, seeing as its a PPV and everything." Mark smiled down at her grinning face. When he looked up he could see Trish watching him, a slight smile on her face. Then he saw Hunter come up, a sneer on his. Sara turned to see what her husband was staring at and she stiffened. Mark noticed this, instantly worried she was upset about Trish. Could she know? He worried as he looked down at her anxiously as she turned to face him. Suddenly he became terrified she knew but what she did confused him even more. She pulled him down and fiercely kissed him, a deep rough kiss that took his breath away. The she whispered "I love you" He smiled at her but her she frowned "Mark I mean it, I love you more than you could imagine" This time he kissed her, but his was a sweet gentle loving kiss. When they broke he whispered "I know"
A head stuck around the door "Hello Taker" Mark's body stiffened at the sound of Hunter's voice "What do you want?" He growled. Sometimes ego's rubbed up the wrong way and real life feuds and hate grew. Mark and Hunter had one such problem. "Just a little talk" "And why would I want to talk to you?" "Because I have some very personal information you might want to know" "Yeah?" He asked rising and standing toe to toe "And what might that be?" "Its about Sara" Mark's eyes darkened, and he glared at Hunter "You leave Sara alone" "Too late" "What have you done to her? If you've hurt her then I'll." "No I didn't hurt her." Hunter sneered. An evil callous look, full of superiority and hate. "Though she did scream a lot." "You." He begun to speak then realised what Hunter was implying. He sniggered "yeah, in your dreams" At this point Sara appeared at the door. "Hey Sara you'll never guess what." He trailed off when he saw her face, a mix of shame regret and fury. "Sara? You didn't? Please say." "How could you?" Sara screamed at Hunter "You said" hunter just shrugged "I lied, big deal!" Sara walked up, raised her arm and smacked Hunter across the face. The loud crack of flesh meeting flesh could be heard up the corridor. "How dare you"
Mark watched this as if it was a film. He wasn't a part of it, it wasn't his wife stood there it was someone else. He felt the sting of tears in his eyes, and an ache in his heart. How could she? Now Hunter was bent double groaning loudly in pain. Mark looked and saw Sara looking at him, tears in her eyes. "I'm sorry Mark, It didn't mean anything, it was a drunk mistake" In between the groans he could hear Hunter say "The first time atleast." "What? How many times?" "The once I." Sara started but then she thought better "A few"
Mark stared at her "It was nothing, a mistake I just." "You know," Mark said his voice not conveying the pain he felt "I could almost forgive it, if it was love I could understand" 'After all' he added to himself 'he did it' "But you just did it why? Cos you felt like it" Sara began to cry and took a step towards him, but he stepped back. She kept muttering I'm sorry, but he ignored it. He turned and walked out the room trying to salvage some of his dignity and the last pieces of his heart.
A/N - Artistic license here people. I am fully aware that no one with full mental capacity would want HHH when they had Taker, but it is Fiction so. Please review (Don't get away that easy)