Chasing Shawn
Rating: R
Pairings: Bret Hart/Shawn Michaels
Summary: Bret hires the Undertaker after the 97' Survivor Series Screw job to take care of Shawn... BUT his conscience starts to get to him... Based on the events of 1997, altered a little of course :)
Genre: Suspense/romance
Warnings: Slash
Chapter 6
I looked over at Shawn. He was trying to PRETEND to sleep. Oh well, looks like it's metal time! No more of this shitty alternative crap. I thought cheerfully. But when I went to turn it, I found I couldn't. I put my hand back on the wheel and sighed. Was it guilt? Yeah, I think it must be.
I pulled up into a truck stop. I was feeling tired too- we've been driving for hours... But did I trust Shawn not to run away? Do you people think I'm stupid?
"Okay, I know you're not sleeping Shawn." I said as I turned the car off. But... I'm exhausted. And I need to sleep."
Shawn turned to look at me and sighed. "Okay. Then what do you want me to do about it?"
"I want to lay in the back, and I don't want you to run away."
"Fine, then I'll lay with you."
"You were just sleeping!" I protested. I didn't want to sleep with him! He'd have to be all pressed up against me.
"I was pretending because I was mad at you!"
"Because I didn't kiss you?!"
Shawn turned pink at that. "N-no. Because you... You're a jerk!!"
"I think it's because I didn't kiss you." I said smugly.
"Well you're wrong."
I went in the back and laid down. I stretched out in the back seat, trying hard not to make a face as Shawn climbed in too. My back seat wasn't too big so I had to lay on my back, and let him lay on top of me. Shawn Michaels was no light guy either.
Shawn yawned curling his neck down and resting his head on my chest. His hand reached up and rested down on my chest- much to my dismay over my nipple. I knocked it away and gave him a dirty look which he returned with one of innocence. Little dumb ass thinks he's clever. He shifted around again, laying on his stomach. He let his leg slip between mine rubbing his knee against my crotch.
"Alright that's it!" I shouted and rolled him off and on to the ground. "Lay down there."
"Fine! God, I was just trying to get comfortable."
I can't tell if he was serious... Who tries to molest people when they try to get comfortable!? Maybe it's because Shawn is a slut. Maybe that's how he gets comfortable. I sat up and patted my leg. "Get up. You can sleep with you head on my lap. But one more strike-"
"And I'm out. I got it." Shawn sighed but did climb up on the seat with me. With his head on my lap, he gave a happy sigh and closed his eyes.
I leaned myself up against the side and sighed myself.
-
It was hot- like desert hot. I recognized the settings... It was western town, like the ones they have in Texas. And here I was, sitting pretty on top a white horse. I felt ridiculas... not to mention HIGHLY confused.
I adjusted the hat on the top of my head as I looked around. It was virtually deserted. I wondered what was going on, and made the horse start trotting.
"You!" I called looking over to the only figure I saw on the street. It was the one man I didn't want to see- The pudgy Paul Bearer. "Where is eveyone..?"
"My son's having a wedding. Down over at the old church house."
I wrinkled my nose at him- something struck me as odd... "...So why are you out here?"
"Waiting for you."
I blinked in amazement at that, climbing down from my horse. "I wasn't aware that I was invited."
"Request of the bride, Bret Hart."
I followed behind him as he waddled ahead of me. Bride? I wasn't even aware that the Undertaker had a love interest. We walked into the chapel, and I took a seat in the back pew. I took off my cowboy hat, plopping it into my lap. Soon enough, the music started... and there they were.
I shrank back when I saw Undertaker- he was more stoic and cold than ever... But his bride... She was pretty tall for a chick, with dirty blonde hair trailing behind as she walked. As she passed by me, she pulled up her veil.
"SHAWN!" I shouted and stood up.
"Help me... Save me... I really want you, Bret..."
Undertaker turned around to look at me and grinned... And that was the scariest thing I have ever witnessed. His arm wrapped around Shawn's waist, pulling him close.
"BRET!! BRET!!!!" He cried, looking back at me helpless and scared.
"Get away from him!" I shouted and then sat up. I blinked softly, finding myself in my car. I must have gotten into a reclining position durinng my nap because I was on my side holding Shawn against me. .......... We were spooning.....
"Uhhh... Sorry... It was more comfortable like this..." Shawn murmured as he sat up. "What time's it?"
"Seven..." I said glancing at my watch. "Slept for like three hours I guess..." I was still shaken from that dream. Could that be what Mark wants to do to Shawn? Make him his bride... Well that's an interesting way of taking care of my problem. But that doesn't mean I can let it happen. Shawn was so scared... He needed me to save him.
"I'm hungry Bret. Feed me."
And not to feed him. "Fine. Do you have any cash on you?"
"Nope. You kidnapped me! Like I had a chance to pack the nessecary items one needs on everyday life... And it wasn't as if you were so kind as to pack me a bag..."
"I wasn't about to go through your ten friggen bags of luggage. You're worse than a girl with that!"
Shawn rolled his eyes. "Bret... A person posessing the looks I have... We NEED 10 cases. 7 for clothes... 1 for personal hygenine products... and 2 for your hair care necessities."
"You need two cases for your hair."
"Don't give me that look Bret." Shawn warned. "It's worth me carrying around two cases... Just look at my beautiful hair! It's perfect. Not like that mass of grease and spilt ends that you like to call hair. What do you do when you shower, use generic shampoo? Please tell me you use conditioner."
"Well I..I..." Wait. There is no reason for me to feel inadequete about my hair. It's PERFECTLY fine. So it doesn't shimmer and bounce... or smell like kiwi... WAIT. Why am I thinking about this?! "It doesn't matter. Because while I have money for food... You have no money at all."
"You wouldn't let me starve!"
"You'd be easier to move if you lost a few pounds."
"...Are you saying I'm fat?"
Uh oh. There goes that evil bitchy stare again. "Um... No. You're not fat..."
"You don't sound convincing! Bret Hart, I-"
I watched his bottom lip tremble slowly... Oh crap. I hate it when people cry. "I think you're cute!" I blurted out stupidly. It was the only thing I could think of.
"You do..?"
"Yes?" I said not sure of if I'll get slapped or not.
"Thank you!"
I looked at his smiling face, and felt my heart quicken pace. I'm not sure as to why... "You're welcome."
"So, feed me Canada Boy. I'm not gonna be cute much longer if
I don't get something in me soon."
"I'll make you pay me back later." I sighed getting out of the car. We should have enough time to eat... We've got to be careful though. I didn't bring a ton of money on me, and my credit sucks. Great planning on my part huh...
As we walked up to the truck stop... I reached out and grabbed Shawn by the arm. "Hey, watch your mouth in there. Looks like we're heading into a rough joint..."
"Oh, so you're going to protect me..."
"Unfortunately..." I muttered beneath my breath. The last thing I need is to have Shawn get dragged off by some trucker named Butch.
TBC
Rating: R
Pairings: Bret Hart/Shawn Michaels
Summary: Bret hires the Undertaker after the 97' Survivor Series Screw job to take care of Shawn... BUT his conscience starts to get to him... Based on the events of 1997, altered a little of course :)
Genre: Suspense/romance
Warnings: Slash
Chapter 6
I looked over at Shawn. He was trying to PRETEND to sleep. Oh well, looks like it's metal time! No more of this shitty alternative crap. I thought cheerfully. But when I went to turn it, I found I couldn't. I put my hand back on the wheel and sighed. Was it guilt? Yeah, I think it must be.
I pulled up into a truck stop. I was feeling tired too- we've been driving for hours... But did I trust Shawn not to run away? Do you people think I'm stupid?
"Okay, I know you're not sleeping Shawn." I said as I turned the car off. But... I'm exhausted. And I need to sleep."
Shawn turned to look at me and sighed. "Okay. Then what do you want me to do about it?"
"I want to lay in the back, and I don't want you to run away."
"Fine, then I'll lay with you."
"You were just sleeping!" I protested. I didn't want to sleep with him! He'd have to be all pressed up against me.
"I was pretending because I was mad at you!"
"Because I didn't kiss you?!"
Shawn turned pink at that. "N-no. Because you... You're a jerk!!"
"I think it's because I didn't kiss you." I said smugly.
"Well you're wrong."
I went in the back and laid down. I stretched out in the back seat, trying hard not to make a face as Shawn climbed in too. My back seat wasn't too big so I had to lay on my back, and let him lay on top of me. Shawn Michaels was no light guy either.
Shawn yawned curling his neck down and resting his head on my chest. His hand reached up and rested down on my chest- much to my dismay over my nipple. I knocked it away and gave him a dirty look which he returned with one of innocence. Little dumb ass thinks he's clever. He shifted around again, laying on his stomach. He let his leg slip between mine rubbing his knee against my crotch.
"Alright that's it!" I shouted and rolled him off and on to the ground. "Lay down there."
"Fine! God, I was just trying to get comfortable."
I can't tell if he was serious... Who tries to molest people when they try to get comfortable!? Maybe it's because Shawn is a slut. Maybe that's how he gets comfortable. I sat up and patted my leg. "Get up. You can sleep with you head on my lap. But one more strike-"
"And I'm out. I got it." Shawn sighed but did climb up on the seat with me. With his head on my lap, he gave a happy sigh and closed his eyes.
I leaned myself up against the side and sighed myself.
-
It was hot- like desert hot. I recognized the settings... It was western town, like the ones they have in Texas. And here I was, sitting pretty on top a white horse. I felt ridiculas... not to mention HIGHLY confused.
I adjusted the hat on the top of my head as I looked around. It was virtually deserted. I wondered what was going on, and made the horse start trotting.
"You!" I called looking over to the only figure I saw on the street. It was the one man I didn't want to see- The pudgy Paul Bearer. "Where is eveyone..?"
"My son's having a wedding. Down over at the old church house."
I wrinkled my nose at him- something struck me as odd... "...So why are you out here?"
"Waiting for you."
I blinked in amazement at that, climbing down from my horse. "I wasn't aware that I was invited."
"Request of the bride, Bret Hart."
I followed behind him as he waddled ahead of me. Bride? I wasn't even aware that the Undertaker had a love interest. We walked into the chapel, and I took a seat in the back pew. I took off my cowboy hat, plopping it into my lap. Soon enough, the music started... and there they were.
I shrank back when I saw Undertaker- he was more stoic and cold than ever... But his bride... She was pretty tall for a chick, with dirty blonde hair trailing behind as she walked. As she passed by me, she pulled up her veil.
"SHAWN!" I shouted and stood up.
"Help me... Save me... I really want you, Bret..."
Undertaker turned around to look at me and grinned... And that was the scariest thing I have ever witnessed. His arm wrapped around Shawn's waist, pulling him close.
"BRET!! BRET!!!!" He cried, looking back at me helpless and scared.
"Get away from him!" I shouted and then sat up. I blinked softly, finding myself in my car. I must have gotten into a reclining position durinng my nap because I was on my side holding Shawn against me. .......... We were spooning.....
"Uhhh... Sorry... It was more comfortable like this..." Shawn murmured as he sat up. "What time's it?"
"Seven..." I said glancing at my watch. "Slept for like three hours I guess..." I was still shaken from that dream. Could that be what Mark wants to do to Shawn? Make him his bride... Well that's an interesting way of taking care of my problem. But that doesn't mean I can let it happen. Shawn was so scared... He needed me to save him.
"I'm hungry Bret. Feed me."
And not to feed him. "Fine. Do you have any cash on you?"
"Nope. You kidnapped me! Like I had a chance to pack the nessecary items one needs on everyday life... And it wasn't as if you were so kind as to pack me a bag..."
"I wasn't about to go through your ten friggen bags of luggage. You're worse than a girl with that!"
Shawn rolled his eyes. "Bret... A person posessing the looks I have... We NEED 10 cases. 7 for clothes... 1 for personal hygenine products... and 2 for your hair care necessities."
"You need two cases for your hair."
"Don't give me that look Bret." Shawn warned. "It's worth me carrying around two cases... Just look at my beautiful hair! It's perfect. Not like that mass of grease and spilt ends that you like to call hair. What do you do when you shower, use generic shampoo? Please tell me you use conditioner."
"Well I..I..." Wait. There is no reason for me to feel inadequete about my hair. It's PERFECTLY fine. So it doesn't shimmer and bounce... or smell like kiwi... WAIT. Why am I thinking about this?! "It doesn't matter. Because while I have money for food... You have no money at all."
"You wouldn't let me starve!"
"You'd be easier to move if you lost a few pounds."
"...Are you saying I'm fat?"
Uh oh. There goes that evil bitchy stare again. "Um... No. You're not fat..."
"You don't sound convincing! Bret Hart, I-"
I watched his bottom lip tremble slowly... Oh crap. I hate it when people cry. "I think you're cute!" I blurted out stupidly. It was the only thing I could think of.
"You do..?"
"Yes?" I said not sure of if I'll get slapped or not.
"Thank you!"
I looked at his smiling face, and felt my heart quicken pace. I'm not sure as to why... "You're welcome."
"So, feed me Canada Boy. I'm not gonna be cute much longer if
I don't get something in me soon."
"I'll make you pay me back later." I sighed getting out of the car. We should have enough time to eat... We've got to be careful though. I didn't bring a ton of money on me, and my credit sucks. Great planning on my part huh...
As we walked up to the truck stop... I reached out and grabbed Shawn by the arm. "Hey, watch your mouth in there. Looks like we're heading into a rough joint..."
"Oh, so you're going to protect me..."
"Unfortunately..." I muttered beneath my breath. The last thing I need is to have Shawn get dragged off by some trucker named Butch.
TBC