Shawn walked by the doorway of the room that Rob was stretching in and then
walked backwards a few steps. Rob smiled, shaking his head slightly. It
amazed him that Shawn could make something that would look totally goofy if
someone else did it look graceful. Then he noticed the camera and he
quickly wiped the smile from his face.
Shawn grinned. "Hey Gumby, I've been lookin' all over for ya." He walked up to Rob, speaking in a slightly playful, teasing tone. "There's something that I want from you, young man."
Rob grinned. "Yeah, well, there's something that I want from you too." He knew fully well that people would assume that he meant the title. If they only knew.
"You know, you remind me of a younger. well, me. Except your missing one thing."
"Yeah, and what's that?" Rob was completely caught off guard when Shawn slapped him hard enough to make him reel. Instinct took over and Rob immediately backhanded him. Each of them drew himself up to full height, leaving the two of them glaring at one another as the camera faded out.
The camera and lighting people walked out immediately to go get ready to film elsewhere. Shawn kicked the door closed, and wrapped his arms around Rob. "Baby, I am so sorry. Bischoff put me up to it. he wanted to be sure that we could fight each other tonight."
"It's cool, Shawn. I'm sorry too. Looks like I nailed you pretty damn hard ." Shawn's face was still slightly red from the impact.
Shawn smiled, and leaned in, gently kissing him. After a moment he pulled back. "We okay?"
Rob smiled. " 'Course we are babe."
Rob pinned Shawn for the last time, avoiding his boyfriend's gaze as the referee began the three count. He and Shawn hadn't locked eyes all throughout the match, each knowing that if they did their concentration would be broken.
The referee had almost counted to three when Rob was yanked from the ring. He stood in front of Hunter a split second too long, his mind racing; this wasn't in the script.
Hunter punched the already weakened Rob Van Dam, and gave him the Pedigree. Rob, already exhausted, crumpled to the floor. He could distantly hear the crowd screaming as he lay there, barely coherent. He then heard a sickening thud as Hunter delivered the backbreaker to his boyfriend, on a steel chair.
Shawn Michaels lay on his bed and looked at the alarm clock, sighing as he read the time. Twelve fifteen in the fucking morning. He somehow knew that Rob wasn't asleep yet either, that the match had emotionally drained his boyfriend just as much as it had drained him.
He sat up and clicked on the bedside lamp, picking up a small slip of paper. Shawn hesitated a moment, praying that Glen wasn't asleep and wasn't going to be pissed that he was calling this late, and then picked up the phone in his hotel room, and dialed Rob's number.
Three rings. Just as he was about to hang up, he Glen picked up the phone. "Hello?"
He didn't sound like he had just rolled out of bed, but. "Glen, it's Shawn. Sorry if I just woke you up."
"Nah, you didn't. I'm glad you called." Glen's voice lowered a bit, "Rob's been crying all night, man. I was gonna call Chris, but he has no clue about you two. Then I was gonna call you, but I couldn't find your number."
"Alright man, I'll be right down." Shawn hung up the receiver without saying goodbye and then took a deep breath. After a moment, he hopped out of bed, pulling on the jeans that he had worn earlier, along with a clean t- shirt and a pair of sneakers. He ran a brush though his hair on his way to the door, tossing it over his shoulder as he walked out of his bedroom. He moved to the front door and walked out, making sure that he had his card key, and then closed it behind him.
Shawn opened the stairwell door and rushed down the stairs, taking two at a time, despite his back being sore. He sighed. Leave it up to his stubborn boyfriend not to write down his room number or call him when he was this upset. He tugged open the door at the right floor and ran quietly down the hall, not stopping until he reached Rob and Glen's room.
He knocked softly, unable to open it as he had no card key to get in. A very tired looking Glen opened it. He was wearing a pair of black sweatpants, and hadn't even bothered to grab a mask; his dark, curly hair fell into his face to hide his scars. He stepped aside to let Shawn into the room. "Thank God you're here."
Shawn sighed. "Where is he?"
Glen gestured towards the bedroom. "He's been crying since he got back. He refused to call you; said that you were stressed out and that he didn't want to add to it."
"I'll handle it."
"Good." Glen walked back to the couch and flopped down onto it, pulling a comforter over himself and sticking one arm beneath his pillow. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I need some sleep!"
Shawn shook his head and chuckled softly before moving to the open bedroom door. He could hear Rob faintly crying inside. Shawn took a deep breath and then knocked softly.
"I told you to go away, Glen." Rob turned and looked at the silouette that was outlined in the doorway. "Shawn?"
Shawn moved over to the queen-sized bed and sat down next to Rob, brushing a strand of hair from his boyfriend's face and smiling softly. "Yeah Gumby, I'm here."
Rob looked up at him, tears running down his cheeks. "I was so worried--"
Shawn put a finger to his lips. "I know. It's okay." He leaned down and gently kissed him and then pulled away, wiping the tears from his cheeks with one hand. "Don't you worry about a thing, love. Just get some sleep."
Rob smiled weakly. "Will you stay for a while?"
"Yeah, I'll stay. I'll stay as long as you want me to." Shawn kicked off his shoes, pulled off his t-shirt, and lay down in the bed next to Rob, flashing him a wry grin. "But I'm warnin' ya, I snore."
Rob chuckled softly, laying his head on Shawn's chest, and putting his arms around him. "I think I can deal with that. Night Shawn."
"Night Rob." Shawn smiled softly as his boyfriend fell asleep, snuggled up against him. It just didn't get any better than this.
Author's notes- Alright, alright, I know. It took me forever to get this chapter up. I was umm. busy.
Jericho muse: Noooo, I believe the correct term is. LAZY!!!
Author: ALRIGHT, I was lazy! Ya happy?
Jericho: **grins cockily** Extremely. I am after all, THE KING OF THE WORLD!!!
Author: Why would you want to use that dam line?! The character who said it died a horrible death!!! Wait a sec. this isn't even your story! Leave!
Jericho: Make me! I am A HUGE ROCK STAR!!! I can be in any story that I want.
Author: Damn muses. **sighs, smiling softly** I only keep him around because he's hot.
Jericho: **grins ** Yeah, I know I'm hot. **poses to show off his muscles**
Author: **rolls her eyes** Anywho, I should have the next chapter by later tonight, I hope.**knocks on wood** Actually, last Monday's events put me in the mood to write a definite Jericho/Christian fic. So that should be up eventually. Also, I am going to try to get up the next chapter in my story "Dreams Fulfilled" soon. Well, that's about all that I have to say for now.
Jericho: That's not all I have to say.
Author: Yes it is! We're done boring the readers to death!!! Keep the reviews and suggestions coming!!!!
Shawn grinned. "Hey Gumby, I've been lookin' all over for ya." He walked up to Rob, speaking in a slightly playful, teasing tone. "There's something that I want from you, young man."
Rob grinned. "Yeah, well, there's something that I want from you too." He knew fully well that people would assume that he meant the title. If they only knew.
"You know, you remind me of a younger. well, me. Except your missing one thing."
"Yeah, and what's that?" Rob was completely caught off guard when Shawn slapped him hard enough to make him reel. Instinct took over and Rob immediately backhanded him. Each of them drew himself up to full height, leaving the two of them glaring at one another as the camera faded out.
The camera and lighting people walked out immediately to go get ready to film elsewhere. Shawn kicked the door closed, and wrapped his arms around Rob. "Baby, I am so sorry. Bischoff put me up to it. he wanted to be sure that we could fight each other tonight."
"It's cool, Shawn. I'm sorry too. Looks like I nailed you pretty damn hard ." Shawn's face was still slightly red from the impact.
Shawn smiled, and leaned in, gently kissing him. After a moment he pulled back. "We okay?"
Rob smiled. " 'Course we are babe."
Rob pinned Shawn for the last time, avoiding his boyfriend's gaze as the referee began the three count. He and Shawn hadn't locked eyes all throughout the match, each knowing that if they did their concentration would be broken.
The referee had almost counted to three when Rob was yanked from the ring. He stood in front of Hunter a split second too long, his mind racing; this wasn't in the script.
Hunter punched the already weakened Rob Van Dam, and gave him the Pedigree. Rob, already exhausted, crumpled to the floor. He could distantly hear the crowd screaming as he lay there, barely coherent. He then heard a sickening thud as Hunter delivered the backbreaker to his boyfriend, on a steel chair.
Shawn Michaels lay on his bed and looked at the alarm clock, sighing as he read the time. Twelve fifteen in the fucking morning. He somehow knew that Rob wasn't asleep yet either, that the match had emotionally drained his boyfriend just as much as it had drained him.
He sat up and clicked on the bedside lamp, picking up a small slip of paper. Shawn hesitated a moment, praying that Glen wasn't asleep and wasn't going to be pissed that he was calling this late, and then picked up the phone in his hotel room, and dialed Rob's number.
Three rings. Just as he was about to hang up, he Glen picked up the phone. "Hello?"
He didn't sound like he had just rolled out of bed, but. "Glen, it's Shawn. Sorry if I just woke you up."
"Nah, you didn't. I'm glad you called." Glen's voice lowered a bit, "Rob's been crying all night, man. I was gonna call Chris, but he has no clue about you two. Then I was gonna call you, but I couldn't find your number."
"Alright man, I'll be right down." Shawn hung up the receiver without saying goodbye and then took a deep breath. After a moment, he hopped out of bed, pulling on the jeans that he had worn earlier, along with a clean t- shirt and a pair of sneakers. He ran a brush though his hair on his way to the door, tossing it over his shoulder as he walked out of his bedroom. He moved to the front door and walked out, making sure that he had his card key, and then closed it behind him.
Shawn opened the stairwell door and rushed down the stairs, taking two at a time, despite his back being sore. He sighed. Leave it up to his stubborn boyfriend not to write down his room number or call him when he was this upset. He tugged open the door at the right floor and ran quietly down the hall, not stopping until he reached Rob and Glen's room.
He knocked softly, unable to open it as he had no card key to get in. A very tired looking Glen opened it. He was wearing a pair of black sweatpants, and hadn't even bothered to grab a mask; his dark, curly hair fell into his face to hide his scars. He stepped aside to let Shawn into the room. "Thank God you're here."
Shawn sighed. "Where is he?"
Glen gestured towards the bedroom. "He's been crying since he got back. He refused to call you; said that you were stressed out and that he didn't want to add to it."
"I'll handle it."
"Good." Glen walked back to the couch and flopped down onto it, pulling a comforter over himself and sticking one arm beneath his pillow. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I need some sleep!"
Shawn shook his head and chuckled softly before moving to the open bedroom door. He could hear Rob faintly crying inside. Shawn took a deep breath and then knocked softly.
"I told you to go away, Glen." Rob turned and looked at the silouette that was outlined in the doorway. "Shawn?"
Shawn moved over to the queen-sized bed and sat down next to Rob, brushing a strand of hair from his boyfriend's face and smiling softly. "Yeah Gumby, I'm here."
Rob looked up at him, tears running down his cheeks. "I was so worried--"
Shawn put a finger to his lips. "I know. It's okay." He leaned down and gently kissed him and then pulled away, wiping the tears from his cheeks with one hand. "Don't you worry about a thing, love. Just get some sleep."
Rob smiled weakly. "Will you stay for a while?"
"Yeah, I'll stay. I'll stay as long as you want me to." Shawn kicked off his shoes, pulled off his t-shirt, and lay down in the bed next to Rob, flashing him a wry grin. "But I'm warnin' ya, I snore."
Rob chuckled softly, laying his head on Shawn's chest, and putting his arms around him. "I think I can deal with that. Night Shawn."
"Night Rob." Shawn smiled softly as his boyfriend fell asleep, snuggled up against him. It just didn't get any better than this.
Author's notes- Alright, alright, I know. It took me forever to get this chapter up. I was umm. busy.
Jericho muse: Noooo, I believe the correct term is. LAZY!!!
Author: ALRIGHT, I was lazy! Ya happy?
Jericho: **grins cockily** Extremely. I am after all, THE KING OF THE WORLD!!!
Author: Why would you want to use that dam line?! The character who said it died a horrible death!!! Wait a sec. this isn't even your story! Leave!
Jericho: Make me! I am A HUGE ROCK STAR!!! I can be in any story that I want.
Author: Damn muses. **sighs, smiling softly** I only keep him around because he's hot.
Jericho: **grins ** Yeah, I know I'm hot. **poses to show off his muscles**
Author: **rolls her eyes** Anywho, I should have the next chapter by later tonight, I hope.**knocks on wood** Actually, last Monday's events put me in the mood to write a definite Jericho/Christian fic. So that should be up eventually. Also, I am going to try to get up the next chapter in my story "Dreams Fulfilled" soon. Well, that's about all that I have to say for now.
Jericho: That's not all I have to say.
Author: Yes it is! We're done boring the readers to death!!! Keep the reviews and suggestions coming!!!!