***Author's Notes: This is a fan fiction that is based on an ongoing Role Play so there is no end. To write this we get into a private chat room and just go at it, tossing things back and forth. Therefore a lot of it goes from one paragraph being what she said and thought to the other paragraph being what he said and thought. I am warning you now of this so that you don't go into it thinking that it is all from one point of view and therefore 'smoother' in the end result. Read no further if you don't like a good role play or 'he said/she said' bantering.***
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Mark was walking with Sara towards the parking area where his bike was waiting. He and Sara would have been gone to the hotel already if he hadn't of had to meet with Vince. Not that he minded much. It was a usual thing. He notices his brother walking towards him but other than that he just keeps on walking, nodding only slightly in Kane's direction. He doesn't see the look Sara gave him. He knew she was wondering what the hell had happened with him and Kane. It was really simple actually. Kane didn't like what he had done with JR. He honestly didn't like it when his brother was disappointed in him, funny don't you think? And having that coupled with the feeling of having no respect in the Federation he had just pretty much told Kane he couldn't care less what his LITTLE brother thought. He knew how Kane hated to be referred to as Undertaker's little brother. So they got into a huge ass argument, things were said, Taker mentioned a lot of how Kane always screwed up and never won his matches. It was a low blow but hey, he was angry. So Kane had stormed off and since then they didn't even speak one word to each other unless necessary. He walks out to the bike and straps his little gym bag to the back before getting on, expecting Sara to follow. When she doesn't he looks at her and raises a brow. "What?"
She stands there by the bike and watches him, her arms across her chest. He and Kane both had been acting like idiots. And she still couldn't get used to that military haircut of his. It just wasn't him. "What? WHAT?" She motions with her head towards the now gone Kane. "Kane is WHAT. You two have got to make up and play nice! This is getting to be ridiculous! I mean, come on Mark, you are brothers." She still doesn't get on the bike.
He smiles slightly as he watches her. He loved it when she got angry. "You know you look so sexy when you're angry." He sees the look she gives him and sighs, rolling his eyes at her. "Look. I know he is my brother, but he's also a grown man who can make his own decisions. And so am I, Little Girl. So we ain't talking to each other. It's happened before. It'll happen again. That's just the way Kane and me operate. We only deal with each other when we need the other's help or want a break from everything else. Now get on the bike before I throw you on it." He smirks and waits.
She keeps standing there. "For one, you wouldn't dare, for another, you should be talking to him. You are still brothers and you need to talk more then you do. You think that this silent treatment is going to last?"
He raises a brow, leaning forward on his bike and watching her. "Are you done yet? You don't know my brother, Sara. He gets these ways for a while till he needs me again. I just go with it. He may be my brother but that doesn't mean he has to be my best friend. At least I'm not in the ring fighting him." He bites back the word yet. He had been so close to adding that. "Now can you get on so we can go get something to eat? I'm starving!"
"You know what?" Then she shuts up, doesn't say a thing. Two could play at this game. She gets onto the back of the bike, wrapping her arms around his waist only tight enough to hang on, and waits.
He smiles when she drops it. "Good girl." He starts up the bike, revving it a bit before he takes off towards the street. He drives along till they get to one of the quiet little restaurants. He stops the bike out front, knowing not many people would be around who would know or care about bothering him for an autograph. He switches the bike off before getting off, stopping and looking at Sara. "Coming?" He holds his hand out to her to help her off the bike.
She takes his hand, still not saying a word and gets off the bike, walking with him into the restaurant, she lets him pull her seat out for her, and then takes the menu, looking it over, still not saying a word.
He picks up his menu, asking for a beer from the waiter. After they have ordered, he looks at Sara, watching her for a moment before sighing deeply and leaning back in his chair, his arms crossed over his chest. "Are you going to give me the silent treatment all night? Or are you going to tell me what is really bothering you?"
Ordering a beer as well, she waits till the waitress brings them before she even answers him. She looks at him and shrugs. "What do we have to talk about? I said my peace, you said yours, so be it." She takes a long drink, then looks around the place. She knew better then to argue with him. They rarely ever did, never even really fought, but they did have short disputes. This would be one of them, she knew that for sure.
He sighs deeply and drinks some of his beer. He then lets it go and grins at her. "See what I did to the little Dudley?"
She shakes her head. "No, sorry, missed that." She had seen it, but she was still upset with him over Kane and wasn't going to admit she was standing backstage watching. "I had to use the bathroom." It sounded so lame she just knew he would probably be able to tell she was lying, so she quickly averts her eyes, hoping that will help.
He sighs and shakes his head. "You suck at lying. Look, I'm not saying you have to stop talking to Kane. All I am saying is stop trying to get us to talk." He smirks as he remembers something he heard. "I heard that Page had a tooth capped." He snickers. "His perfect teeth ain't perfect anymore."
She raises a brow. "And who gave him the need to have one I wonder?" Then laughs. "You know that he isn't going to admit that. Even if the rumor gets out, he won't admit it." She hated him, with a passion and a slow grin spreads across her face. She looks away, so Mark wouldn't see, thinking.... yeah, the tabloids.
He smiles and watches her, knowing that would get her into a better mood. He leans back in his chair, as their food is put down on the table in front of them. He grabs his fork and knife and starts cutting into the steak he had ordered, stopping only to put some salt and pepper on it.
She watches him eat, then looks at her food, a pasta dish, and starts to eat. Eating in silence for several minutes, she finally speaks. "So... mind if I go see Kane tonight?"
He looks at her and raises a brow in question. "Why?" Then decides to also say something else, shrugging and cutting up some of his steak. "Like I said before, I never said you didn't have to not talk to him. So, yeah, sure. I don't mind."
She grins at him. "Well either you are going to have to take me or I will need to get home and go back out again." She takes a bite of pasta. "Because, I need to talk to him." She hopes he would offer to at least take her to Kane's.
He points his fork at her, shaking his head. "You know how I hate it when you go anywhere alone. Even IF the threat is gone. So, nope, I'll drive you. " He knows how she thinks so continues. "But that is all I am doing. How long will it take? Cause if it's gonna take a few hours," he eats some more of his steak, speaking around it, "I'll just take off and you can call me to come pick you up."
She groans and rolls her eyes at him. "Mark, it isn't going to hurt you to come in and sit there and do the silent treatment then too. Seeing I don't know." She takes another bite. "So, can't say when you could pick me up. Of course I could just get Kane to bring me home. Or take a cab."
He starts to laugh. "With the way Kane drives you'd be lucky to get all the way home. I swear that boy gets more speeding tickets then I do." He shakes his head and looks back at her. "No. I'll just drop you off."
She keeps eating for awhile then speaks. "And be stuck there? Why not just wait outside?"
He raises a brow. "Oh? Now what would be so bad about being stuck with my brother?"
She grins at him. "I don't know, why don't you answer that one?"
He sighs deeply and tries changing the subject. "So when are we gonna have some kids?" He grins and finishes off his steak.
She spits beer across the table at him, trying to grab for a napkin. "KIDS?"
He gets sprayed with beer and picks up his napkin, wiping off his shirt and arms. "Now I'm gonna smell like Steve." He smiles and looks at her. "Kids. You know, those little people who run around and make noise and such?"
She nods. "Yeah, I know about those things." The she picks up a napkin and wipes her mouth. "You never mentioned kids before."
"I figured you might not want any. Seeing you're only 24." He grins, watching her. She never had any problem with their age difference, since he was 39. But that didn't mean she didn't feel she was too young to have children.
He was getting up there in age but he hadn't said anything to her before. "Well it isn't me as much as you. I mean, do you even want to be a father?"
He smiles. "You forget, Little Girl, I was married once before. I already have been a father. I just figured you and I might like a baby."
She takes a drink of beer and nods. "Yeah, suppose we could do that. Have a baby together I mean."
He nods and finishes off his beer, smiling at her. "Good. So why don't we go home and get working on it?" He was trying to get her to forget about wanting to visit his brother. That way he wouldn't have to go see Kane too.
She knows just what he was doing. "Going home to work on it isn't about to work. If you just want an excuse to not see Kane, tell me, but don't start talking about babies."
He smiles. "Oh I didn't bring that up for a reason not to see Kane. Although I suggested we go home and work on it to avoid Kane. But I really did mean it. I'd like for us to have some kids."
She watches him closely. "Okay, well then, maybe we can have kids, but no we aren't going home to start on them right now."
"Awe why not? We could have a lot of fun." He grins. "Besides, what do you really need to see Kane for?"
She shrugs as she finishes her pasta. "So that you are forced to spend time with him."
He sighs deeply. "Why do I have to spend time with him? He's a big boy. He don't need me around anymore to look after him."
"Yes, he is. But the more I keep you two together, the more you won't forget that you ARE brothers."
"Sara, you KNOW that eventually my brother and I are going to be put up against each other in a match right?"
"Yes, and I KNOW that it would be better for both of you if you," she nods as she is asked if she wants another beer, "are both on SPEAKING terms before this happens."
He rolls his eyes at her. "Not gonna happen, Sara. So quit thinking it is. When the time comes we'll talk again. Till then leave it be."
She snorts. "Well how do you know that this." She takes her new beer, "isn't the time?" then takes a sip. "Hmmmmm?"
"Because my brother and I have been doing this for a while now. I just KNOW."
"And I know too, that you two are pigheaded. You sometimes need to be hit with something hard." She rolls her eyes at him.
He grins. "That's why I love you. You're so strong and stubborn!!! "
She sits back, sipping her beer, done. "Yes, well, since you know that and love it then live with it." Then grins playfully.
He grins and finishes off the food on his plate, pushing it aside and picking up his glass of beer, draining it of its contents and then setting the glass back down on the table. "You think I would have let you marry me if I wasn't ready to live with it?"
She nods firmly. "Then, you will be taking me to see Kane I take it." The grins slyly.
He sighs deeply and rolls his eyes again. "Yeah I guess. But don't try and get us talking again!"
She rolls her eyes back at him and makes a face. "I won't try to get you two talking. I proooooooomise."
He grins. "Good! Now that that is settled, do you want any dessert?"
She shakes her head. "No, not really," she grins. "But I am sure that you will get something." She smirks at him.
"How do you figure?"
"Because you can't keep your hands off food." She ducks the incoming napkin and laughs as he gets up and heads for the cashier without another word.
After paying for the meal, he heads out of the restaurant, putting his wallet into his back pocket, he then climbs onto his bike, waiting for Sara to get on before he starts the bike up.
Getting on, she puts on her helmet and wraps her arms around his waist and leans slightly against him. She thinks about what they had talked about... Kids... hmmm... she wanted kids... but ..... He sounded like he did.... Maybe she should talk to him more about it, make sure....
He continues along the road, stopping only at lights. He stops at one and puts his feet down, thinking of something and grinning. He talks into the mic in his helmet. "And what if my little brother isn't home? Do we have to wait around for him?" Although he knew Kane would probably be home. He never went anywhere except to take his dogs for walks.
"He will be home. He doesn't exactly date you know," she answers back.
"Yes I know he doesn't. But it doesn't mean that can't change." The light turns green so he heads off to the intersection, turning down the road that leads out of the town. Although he and Sara lived out of town that was in the opposite direction to Kane's place. Both brothers preferred to live away from the city on their own pieces of land. Kane especially, since being away from people made him feel safer.
She nods even if he can't see her. "That is right, it could. And I hope it does. He deserves it." She looks at the house as they near it and doesn't see Kane's truck.
He drives up to the house and stops the bike, turning it off and putting down the stand for it. "Well unless his truck is in the garage I don't think he is here. We could go inside and wait for him though. Bet the dogs are hungry." He could hear them barking from inside the small ranch house. He gets off the bike, opening up his duffel bag on the back and searching through it for the key Kane had given him.
She gets off the bike as well and looks at the house. "Yeah, probably should feed the dogs." She frowns slightly. "I hope he didn't get into any trouble at the arena. It isn't like him to be late getting back from a match." She moves away from him, heading for the front door and then over to a window, looking in. It was dark, with no sign he was there at all. She waits for him to come over and unlock the door, bracing her legs as he opens it, the dogs hurtling themselves at her. She laughs and pets them. "Down! Down! Yes, I know, you are hungry. Where is your Daddy? Hmmmm?" She walks into the house when she finally can get through the dogs.
He unlocks the door and opens it, also bracing himself for the onslaught of dogs. His brother owned 5 of them. How Kane could look after so many dogs was beyond him. He himself just had two and they were enough. And Kane's were all large dogs, just different breeds. There was an Alaskan Malamute named Boggs, a Rottweiler named Lucky, a German Shepherd named Shadow, a Golden Retriever named Chance, and a big black Newfoundland dog named of all things Mark. Yes, as a gift Mark had given him that dog and of course Kane had named the dog Mark. Mostly to annoy him. So every time someone said his real name the damn dog would come running.
He shakes his head, wading through the dogs and heading into the house. What was strange is that all the dogs got together. There was no fighting. They all seemed to like each other. Although, it was Boggs who seemed to be the pack leader. But still, there was no fighting. Anytime he saw the animals together it amazed him. He switches on some lights and heads down the hallway towards the room that Kane fed the dogs in. Kane should have been a dog trainer instead of a wrestler cause when he picked up that bag of dog food all five of those dogs sat down on the floor and waited for their bowls to be filled. And once they were all five dogs walks casually over to their bowls and began eating. It was amazing to watch. He watches the dogs for a little longer and then sets the huge bag of food back down in a corner. He then turns and looks at Sara. "Now why don't OUR dogs eat like that? We have 2 and they are a handful. He has five and they are perfect angels."
She walks around with him, checking the rooms. Finally stopping in the main living room. "He isn't here." She looks at Mark.
He nods, walking over to the backdoor and opening it to let the dogs out. He closes the door and then turns to look at her. "I can see that. So can we go yet?" He wasn't about to admit that he was worried about his little brother. Kane was always home after a show.
She frowns. "No. I don't want to leave yet." She starts to walk around the house, looking for any sign that he might have come and then left the house again. She ends up in the kitchen, and looks in his fridge. Damn the man needed to go shopping. He had enough frozen meals in the freezer, but he had hardly anything in the fridge. She looks over at Mark and raises a brow. "He eats worse then you did when I met you." She shakes her head and closes the fridge, walking over to the noteboard by the fridge and looking at it. "Nothing here." She frowns again. "Not even a shopping list..." She thumbs through some of the notes he had up, but there wasn't anything about any appointments today. She turns, crossing her arms over her chest. "Do you think he got hurt worse then we thought and had to be taken to the hospital or something?" She was slightly worried.
He watches her, rolling his eyes at the food comment. "I did not eat bad before I met you." He grins. "I just got a lot of take-out. And besides, Kane goes shopping. He just eats all he buys right away. I've seen him go through a whole large pizza on his own." He sees how worried she was getting and sighs, walking over to her and putting his hands on her shoulders. "Baby Girl he's fine. Kane's got a harder head then even I do. I'm sure he was just caught up. Or maybe he is out shopping now. Could have taken his shopping list with him you know."
Frowning, she nods in agreement. "Maybe. I mean, he could be shopping. Lord knows he needs the food in the house." She looks around. "We better let the dogs back in though. Or he will think something is wrong. And write a note too." She starts to move around the house, looking for a pad and pencil, she starts to jot down a note.
"Kane, came by to talk to you, but found you not here. Hope you are shopping as I can see you need the food. Mark and I let the dogs out and have fed them. CALL ME when you get home so I don't worry all night. Sara"
She puts the note on the fridge and turns to look at her husband. "Okay, think that should do it." Then she walks through the house, and to the back door, opening it, she calls the dogs, waiting for the thundering of their run to tell her they were on their way.
He pretty much just watches her, wincing as the dogs come running in and almost bowl her over. He whistles and the dogs quit trying to get her down on the floor. Instead they run over to him and start jumping up, figuring that like Kane, he had their treats in his hands. He snorts. "Hey! I don't have anything for you. Back!" When the dogs back off and sit down, although they still wiggle, he walks back to the room where they are fed and inside, returning a minute later with their treats. He tosses one to each dog and then looks at Sara. "So we gonna go now or are you gonna clean up and then write down a shopping list for him too?" He grins, loving to tease her about how she mother's Kane.
Getting her balance back, she looks around. "Well if he is shopping, then I don't have to make the list." She shakes her head. "No, I suppose that we can go." Taking what he was saying seriously. "The house isn't too dirty and I think he has a cleaning woman come in a few times a week." She nods, not really looking at him, but looking around the place. "Yeah, he will be okay, I am sure." She moves over to him and finally looks at him. "Besides, if he needs anything, he will tell me. But if we don't hear from him by midnight, I am going to come back." She nods firmly. "Understand?"
He rolls his eyes and nods, turning and walking over to the front door. "Yeah yeah. But I still say you're worrying about nothing. Come on. Let's get out of here." He opens the front door and blocks it so the dogs can't get out, telling them all to sit and wait. Once they do he leaves the house with Sara, locking the door behind them and then walking back over to the bike. He gets onto it and starts it up, waiting for Sara to get on before he starts driving down the driveway.
Wrapping her arms around his waist, she leans her head against his back again. The drive back to their house is mostly uneventful, except for a few fast turns she would have to talk to Mark about.
Climbing off the back as they park, she thrusts a hand into her pocket and pulls out her keys, taking the steps two at a time, she unlocks the door, rushing over to the wall to un-arm the alarm. She turns to Mark as he enters. "So, what did you want to do tonight?"
He walks into the house behind her after moving the bike into the garage next to all his others and grabbing his things off it. He shrugs and heads for the kitchen. "Don't know. Any ideas?"
She walks over to the fridge, opening it up and finding a lot of food there compared to Kane's. But then again, she made sure there was food there. "Well I thought at dinner you wanted to get started on something." She bends over, grabs a beer and straightens, popping the top and turning, slamming the fridge door shut with her foot, she takes a drink. "But a movie might be nice."
He walks over to her, takes her beer from her, downs some of it, leans down and kisses her, and then grabs her around the waist and hoists her up over his shoulder. He grins as she starts to struggle. "I say we get started on what we discussed in the restaurant." He then carries her away from the kitchen, not being even phased by her kicking and hitting. It was a game they played often. "You better watch where those feet are going or you won't be getting laid tonight."
She screams as he picks her up. "MARK!" She laughs, pounding on his back, her legs kicking till he says that last bit. "Oh really?" She giggles and doesn't stop kicking. But is more careful where she kicks, pounding on his back and wiggling around, trying to get loose. "Mark! Don't you want dinner? You sure that you just want to go have sex?"
He grins and shakes his head, carrying her into their bedroom and snapping his fingers of his free hand to get the two dogs off the bed. Once they are off and he is done getting them out of the room he walks back over to the bed and drops her on it, grinning at her. "You hungry? Cause I ain't hungry." He then jumps onto the bed with her and pins her hands down above her head. "Now don't fight if you know what's good for ya!"
"No, I am not hungry, I just ate. You did too, but that doesn't mean anything with you." She laughs, then hears the phone. "Oh the phone!" She struggles under him, trying to get to the phone, but he won't let her, and the answering machine catches it. "Mark!" she whines, laughing, then listens. "Oooooh good, Kane is home. Better call him back." She grins and finally wiggles out from under him, crawling fast across the bed, her hand on the phone. "He might need something."
Laughing, he hears the phone ring and grins, trying to keep her pinned to the bed so she doesn't have a chance to answer it. "Awe come on, Baby." He then hears the machine pick up and Kane speak and rolls his eyes, then looks back down at Sara just as she wiggles away from him. He turns over onto his back and props himself up on his elbows, watching her. "You know he's a big boy. He can go shopping for his own food if he wants to." Then grins. "So get your ass back over here. You are suppose to be playing with me!"
Laughing, she removes her hand from the phone and turns on the bed. "I suppose, since he did call, and he is okay, and he didn't say he needed me to call back.... That I could probably play with you." She is quickly back over to him, pinning him to the bed, sitting on his chest and smiling down at him. "Now who is in charge? Hmmm?" She grabs his arms and puts them over his head, grinning. "I am. Remember that." She smirks. "I am God!" She giggles.
He grins up at her, struggling but not really struggling. He would never admit it but he really did like having her in the dominant position. Well, sometimes. And today was one of those times. "Oh really? Well you just remember whose decade of destruction it was, Little Girl!" He smirks and starts play fighting with her.
A few hours later, she gets up and pads barefoot and naked across the room, tripping over one of his dogs. "DAMN!" She catches herself before she falls, hoping she didn't wake Mark... then heads out of the room and down the hall to the kitchen, opening the fridge door and pulling out some ice cream. She gets a bowl from the cupboard and piles it high with ice cream, then putting the carton back, she walks into the living room with it and sits on the couch, turning on the TV.
He wakes up when the bed moves, but doesn't make a sound. When he was sure she was out of the room he opens his eyes and looks around. He yawns and rubs at the back of his head, where there was now short hair. But he pays no attention to that. Instead he gets up, grabs his pants off the floor and pulls them on. He then leaves the bedroom, seeing the light on in the living room. He silently moves over to the open door and looks inside, rolling his eyes and smiling as he sees her with ice cream. He walks silently into the room, grinning from ear to ear. He stands right behind the couch and then speaks. "What're you doing?" He sees her jump and starts to laugh hard.
She about comes out of her skin when he speaks. She hadn't heard him coming in. She whirls around and smacks him on the chest. "That isn't funny, Mark! That is just rotten!" She puts her bowl on the table and hops up, standing on the couch and leaning in closer to him. "I needed some chocolate," she says grinning.
He continues to laugh, even after she has hit him. He finally stops and wipes at the tears in his eyes, grinning. "Why? You need the energy? We going at it again?"
"NO! I am not going to let you have another go at me." She grins and shakes her head. "Nope, I just wanted some ice cream." She kisses him and then hops off the couch, grabbing her bowl and heading out of the living room, yelling over her shoulder. "You suck!"
"Hey!!!! You better respect me!!!" He smirks and goes after her, grabbing her in the hall and wrestling her bowl of ice cream from her. He smirks and holds it above his head where she can't reach it. "Gonna respect me now?"
She jumps up trying to get the ice cream. "Hey! That is mine!" She shakes her head. "Nope, not gonna respect you. Never ever ever." Then smirks. "I am however going to get even if you don't give me back my ice cream."
He grins and raises a brow, looking skeptical. "Oh yeah?" He keeps the bowl of ice cream held way above her head. "How do you figure you'll be able to do that?"
She crosses her arms over her chest and smiles. "Oh that is easy. I just won't make love to you in the morning. .... or all week. You will be begging for me by the time you get it."
He glares at her playfully. "That's blackmail!" Then he grins. "And who says you won't be itching for it too? I know you Sara. You just can't get enough of me!" He smirks, looking really smug.
A slow smile spreads across her face. "Oh, but Mark... I know you. You can never keep your hands off me." She turns and walks towards the bedroom. "If you want to push it. Okay. I will go back to bed," she calls back to him. "You can sleep on the couch with the ice cream."
He thinks about it all of a second, then grumbles and follows her, cursing that she could control him with sex. "Okay, okay! You can have your ice cream back!
She crawls into the bed, smiling over at him. "Ooooooooo now you are going to give it back. Maybe I don't want it back now?" She would never have cut him off, but he didn't know that.
He smiles seductively at him, holding out the bowl, "Oh but you want it, I know you want it." He strips down again before sliding into the bed as she grabs the bowl from him. "And I get mine in the morning." He can't help but laugh at her look.