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 7
The Main building for the WWF, around noonish-
"Mrs. Ainsly, please buzz in Hunter Helmsley, please." Vince said turning his chair around to look out at the city landscape from his huge window.
Hunter walked in, face wracked with worry... "I haven't heard word from Shawn yet, Mr. MacMahon. No calls or emails. Not even a ransom call."
"Do you honestly think Shawn was kidnapped, Hunter?"
"Yes! Because he wouldn't just walk out and leave everyone like this! He's not like that. Something horrible must have happened to him!"
"That's crossed my mind."
"We have to find him, Mr. MacMahon. He's the World Heavy Weight Champion!"
Vince tilted back in his chair slowly. A smile slowly spread on his thin lips. "Well... I was meaning to talk to you about that. Since Raw is tomorrow and our champion is missing in action... I think it's time for you to step and take the championship, Hunter. Shawn's a good champion... BUT... I think it's time we change up things a little around here.
"Wh-What are you talking about?"
"Hunter, I know you and Shawn are close- I've heard the stories and read what's written on the bathroom walls. But it's times like these where men have to decide... What's better for you Hunter? A cheap thrill with Shawn, or the glory of being the Heavy Weight Champion...?"
"Are you saying... I can be the champion while Shawn's away..?"
"And if he never comes back, I'm sure you'll be more than an above average substitute for HBK."
A smile slowly spread on Hunter's face. "I'm sure I will be. And between you and me, I hope the Harping-Bitch-Kid never comes back."
"You're going places in this company, Hunter. I'm damn proud of you... riding on the coat tails of someone else, only to ditch on them for your own good.. You're heading straight to the top!"
-
Shawn's POV
So Bret's got a thing for me hitting on him. It pisses him off SO much! He should know by now not to show me a weakness... Oh well its his own fault. He's going to get the teasing of a lifetime. I'm gonna be all over him like white on rice. He's not only going to suffer a LITTLE for kidnapping me, he's going to get the whole nine yards.
"Ohh Bret... You're going to protect me...?" I asked hugging on to his arm after he grabbed me by mine. "You're sooooo strong and brave, Bret..." I cooed resting my head on his shoulder.
"Knock it off!" He shouted shoving me away. "Yech, I'll have to amputate this arm now!"
"You don't like me...? You think I'm uglllyyy!!" I sobbed.
"No no! I don't think you're ugly! I just hate you! Shit... Don't cry..." He stammered searching the pockets of his jeans for what I assumed to be a tissue.
"Why do you hate me...?" I asked making my eyes mist up. Another thing he seems to not like. Crying. So, so far I've got... Me, me popping my jaw, me crying, me hitting on him, and throwing away old things on his 'I hate' list.
He started at me for a long time before saying anything. "I think you're a whiney, bitchy, VAIN, egotistical, snotty, snobby, rotten, SPOILED man! You need to grow up! And you screwed me out of my title, took credit for you being in the 'first' ladder match that I invented, when you KNOW the first ladder match was you and me, not you and Razor Ramon! You try to push your self to the top and you don't care WHO you step on! I liked you for awhile, but then I saw the real you, and you know what? I don't like it one bit! If was ever to go out with you, I'd probably throw myself off of a building after two days with you! If I ever had sex with you, it'd have to be doggie style because the last fucking thing I want to see is you having pleasure while I screw you for a change! You don't deserve to be happy, you little bitch! Because all you care about is yourself! Infact, if you were the last person on the face of the earth, all you would need is a mirror and you'd be happy! I think if your ego was shredded to ribbons then maybe you'd deserve to be happy but then you'd be so distraught that you probably wouldn't notice it! I bet if some one ACTUALLY loved you- if some one could love some one like you- that you'd be too stupid and wrapped up in yourself to notice them! You deserve someone as rotten as you, some one who'll make you feel like the piece of garbage that you are! You want to know WHY I didn't kiss you, Shawn? You wanna to know why, huh?"
I nodded my head feeling my bottom lip tremble uncontrolably.
"Because that would make the whole entire act of kissing VILE, Shawn. Me kissing you would ruin an intimate act forever... Because you ruin everything, Shawn."
Bret's POV-
My breathing which had gotten heavier slowed. I watched a wide variety of emotions cross his face. And finally... He crumpled to the ground. He covered his face his face with his hands, and turned around completely. I felt so much better after that- like a thousand pound weight was lifted from my back.
And then I didn't feel so good... I watched Shawn's shoulders shaking and his breathing become labored. And then I heard the sound of crying. ACTUAL crying. I made Shawn Michaels cry. Not just boo hoo, cry. I mean CRY cry. First it came out in little sobs... and then came the water works... I should feel good. This should be the best moment of my life and yeah... when I first heard him sobbing I did feel pretty good.
But now as I watched him really cry for the first time, and I think the first time ever... Knowing I caused it... Oh god, I made him cry... "Shawn..." I started, heading over to him.
"No!" He snapped at me. "Don't TALK to me Bret! because I just RUIN everything for you. I wreck EVERYTHING..."
"Come on..."
"I'll just wait in the car." Shawn muttered standing up. I caught a look of his tear streaked face. It was one of the most unbelievable things I have ever seen. Shawn Micahels was broken. I broke Shawn Michaels- and I'm not proud...
"No, you need to eat."
"I don't care! Just leave me the fuck alone!" He shouted in a strained voice. I watched him slowly walk to the car... He looked wobbly... And then proceeded to topple backward. I ran to him catching him before he hit the ground.
"As I said before, you need to eat, Shawn."
"And I said fuck off." He murmured looking away. "Just let me die in your backseat..."
"No... We're going to eat. If you want... You can hit me." I said quietly. I don't like seeing Shawn like this. For all the reasons I hate him, I hate him even more this way because I made him like this.
"H-hit you... You think hitting you is going to change what you just said to me?!"
"... Possibly..."
Shawn pulled away from me and punched me hard in my face. I felt the warm blood trickling down from my nose. "...I do feel better..."
"Goob ford you." I muttered as I covered my nose with a tissue. "Wild youd pleasbe comb getb dibber wid me?"
"What did you just say?"
"Getb dibber wid me."
"One more time."
"GETB DIBBER! FOOB! FOOB! NOW!" I shouted pointing to the restaurant.
Shawn frowned and whipped the tears away from his face. "Okay..." He murmured. "I'll probably just ruin that for you too." Shawn said quietly. He brushed past me, rubbing his arms as he went.
What have I done...
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 7
The Main building for the WWF, around noonish-
"Mrs. Ainsly, please buzz in Hunter Helmsley, please." Vince said turning his chair around to look out at the city landscape from his huge window.
Hunter walked in, face wracked with worry... "I haven't heard word from Shawn yet, Mr. MacMahon. No calls or emails. Not even a ransom call."
"Do you honestly think Shawn was kidnapped, Hunter?"
"Yes! Because he wouldn't just walk out and leave everyone like this! He's not like that. Something horrible must have happened to him!"
"That's crossed my mind."
"We have to find him, Mr. MacMahon. He's the World Heavy Weight Champion!"
Vince tilted back in his chair slowly. A smile slowly spread on his thin lips. "Well... I was meaning to talk to you about that. Since Raw is tomorrow and our champion is missing in action... I think it's time for you to step and take the championship, Hunter. Shawn's a good champion... BUT... I think it's time we change up things a little around here.
"Wh-What are you talking about?"
"Hunter, I know you and Shawn are close- I've heard the stories and read what's written on the bathroom walls. But it's times like these where men have to decide... What's better for you Hunter? A cheap thrill with Shawn, or the glory of being the Heavy Weight Champion...?"
"Are you saying... I can be the champion while Shawn's away..?"
"And if he never comes back, I'm sure you'll be more than an above average substitute for HBK."
A smile slowly spread on Hunter's face. "I'm sure I will be. And between you and me, I hope the Harping-Bitch-Kid never comes back."
"You're going places in this company, Hunter. I'm damn proud of you... riding on the coat tails of someone else, only to ditch on them for your own good.. You're heading straight to the top!"
-
Shawn's POV
So Bret's got a thing for me hitting on him. It pisses him off SO much! He should know by now not to show me a weakness... Oh well its his own fault. He's going to get the teasing of a lifetime. I'm gonna be all over him like white on rice. He's not only going to suffer a LITTLE for kidnapping me, he's going to get the whole nine yards.
"Ohh Bret... You're going to protect me...?" I asked hugging on to his arm after he grabbed me by mine. "You're sooooo strong and brave, Bret..." I cooed resting my head on his shoulder.
"Knock it off!" He shouted shoving me away. "Yech, I'll have to amputate this arm now!"
"You don't like me...? You think I'm uglllyyy!!" I sobbed.
"No no! I don't think you're ugly! I just hate you! Shit... Don't cry..." He stammered searching the pockets of his jeans for what I assumed to be a tissue.
"Why do you hate me...?" I asked making my eyes mist up. Another thing he seems to not like. Crying. So, so far I've got... Me, me popping my jaw, me crying, me hitting on him, and throwing away old things on his 'I hate' list.
He started at me for a long time before saying anything. "I think you're a whiney, bitchy, VAIN, egotistical, snotty, snobby, rotten, SPOILED man! You need to grow up! And you screwed me out of my title, took credit for you being in the 'first' ladder match that I invented, when you KNOW the first ladder match was you and me, not you and Razor Ramon! You try to push your self to the top and you don't care WHO you step on! I liked you for awhile, but then I saw the real you, and you know what? I don't like it one bit! If was ever to go out with you, I'd probably throw myself off of a building after two days with you! If I ever had sex with you, it'd have to be doggie style because the last fucking thing I want to see is you having pleasure while I screw you for a change! You don't deserve to be happy, you little bitch! Because all you care about is yourself! Infact, if you were the last person on the face of the earth, all you would need is a mirror and you'd be happy! I think if your ego was shredded to ribbons then maybe you'd deserve to be happy but then you'd be so distraught that you probably wouldn't notice it! I bet if some one ACTUALLY loved you- if some one could love some one like you- that you'd be too stupid and wrapped up in yourself to notice them! You deserve someone as rotten as you, some one who'll make you feel like the piece of garbage that you are! You want to know WHY I didn't kiss you, Shawn? You wanna to know why, huh?"
I nodded my head feeling my bottom lip tremble uncontrolably.
"Because that would make the whole entire act of kissing VILE, Shawn. Me kissing you would ruin an intimate act forever... Because you ruin everything, Shawn."
Bret's POV-
My breathing which had gotten heavier slowed. I watched a wide variety of emotions cross his face. And finally... He crumpled to the ground. He covered his face his face with his hands, and turned around completely. I felt so much better after that- like a thousand pound weight was lifted from my back.
And then I didn't feel so good... I watched Shawn's shoulders shaking and his breathing become labored. And then I heard the sound of crying. ACTUAL crying. I made Shawn Michaels cry. Not just boo hoo, cry. I mean CRY cry. First it came out in little sobs... and then came the water works... I should feel good. This should be the best moment of my life and yeah... when I first heard him sobbing I did feel pretty good.
But now as I watched him really cry for the first time, and I think the first time ever... Knowing I caused it... Oh god, I made him cry... "Shawn..." I started, heading over to him.
"No!" He snapped at me. "Don't TALK to me Bret! because I just RUIN everything for you. I wreck EVERYTHING..."
"Come on..."
"I'll just wait in the car." Shawn muttered standing up. I caught a look of his tear streaked face. It was one of the most unbelievable things I have ever seen. Shawn Micahels was broken. I broke Shawn Michaels- and I'm not proud...
"No, you need to eat."
"I don't care! Just leave me the fuck alone!" He shouted in a strained voice. I watched him slowly walk to the car... He looked wobbly... And then proceeded to topple backward. I ran to him catching him before he hit the ground.
"As I said before, you need to eat, Shawn."
"And I said fuck off." He murmured looking away. "Just let me die in your backseat..."
"No... We're going to eat. If you want... You can hit me." I said quietly. I don't like seeing Shawn like this. For all the reasons I hate him, I hate him even more this way because I made him like this.
"H-hit you... You think hitting you is going to change what you just said to me?!"
"... Possibly..."
Shawn pulled away from me and punched me hard in my face. I felt the warm blood trickling down from my nose. "...I do feel better..."
"Goob ford you." I muttered as I covered my nose with a tissue. "Wild youd pleasbe comb getb dibber wid me?"
"What did you just say?"
"Getb dibber wid me."
"One more time."
"GETB DIBBER! FOOB! FOOB! NOW!" I shouted pointing to the restaurant.
Shawn frowned and whipped the tears away from his face. "Okay..." He murmured. "I'll probably just ruin that for you too." Shawn said quietly. He brushed past me, rubbing his arms as he went.
What have I done...
TBC