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 10
AN: Bret's speech is severly garbled in this chapter due to his reaction. Most of what he says ins't important, so don't worry if it seems unintelligable in some places. Anything important I've made a little more clear.
Lights. The smell of sterility. And... Owen? "Garrgh?" I tried to speak when I saw my brother but it sure as hell didn't sound like anything unintelligable.
"Don't try to talk, Bret. I know." Owen said and patted my hand. "It's going to be okay. The swellings gone down a bit. Can you breath a little better?"
I nodded and adjusted myself in the bed a little. "Gar is Fawn?"
"...Wha?"
"Fawn! Fawn!" I tried to shout.
"Shawn...?" Owen asked as he attempted to understand insane ramblings.
"Geyah!" I shouted.
"I made him go down and get something to eat from the cafeteria... He hasn't eaten since you came here- and that was two days ago."
I tried to get out of the bed- Taker could go and grab Shawn while he was practically anywhere out of this room. Owen grabbed my shoulders and held me down. "Calm down Bret!!" He shouted. "I've got some questions for you." He gave me a pad and pen and sat beside the bed. "Why did you kidnap Shawn? Are you SERIOUSLY going to try and make him your lover or something? Because if the answer to that is yes I'm going to smack you- and then have a discussion about taste in people you let near your dick. I.E. ones that aren't Shawn Michaels!"
I quickly wrote my answer down on the note pad and gave it to him.
I watched his eyes get bigger... and bigger... "Oh fuck. Oh fuck, Bret! You idiot!" He shouted and smacked me on the head. "I'd better go find him..."
"Find who, Owen?" Shawn asked as he peered over my brother's shoulder. "Bret! You're awake! Oh my god, I'm so sorry.. I had no idea that you were allergic to peaches... I went and bought some candy bars for you in the vending machines. What they've been feeding you in the tubes can't be too tasty."
"Ell garth rehhy." I said shaking my head. I had no idea what they have been feeding me, I really didn't care. "Here monegy frb cani?"
"Your wallet." Shawn said simply.
"How did you..." Owen murmured nearly in shock.
"My brother's allergic to strawberries. The same thing happened to him once. I picked up on it pretty fast, actually!"
I glanced over at the huge pile of candy on the bedside table and gaped. "GOW NUSH MONEY IDD UIW TAKE?!"
"Only a twenty... Clark bar?" He offered sitting on the side of the bed and waving it in my face.
Okay, now I was crying. Only Shawn could spend twenty dollars on CANDY!
"Awww don't cry Bret! I'm sorry I did this to you! Here have the hersy bar I was saving for myself." He unwrapped it and stuck it in my mouth. "Chocolate makes everything all better." He said happily.
I chewed miserably. This is quite possibly the WORST GOD DAMN DAY of my life. And worse yet, Owen's here too. He's being a witness to my misery.
"I stayed by your side Bret... I was terrified that you were doing to die because of my stupid peach cobbler." Shawn dabbed away my tears with a tissue. "I'm so happy you're alive now... I'm going to take good care of you until the hospital clears you!" He swore taking my hand and squeezed it.
Lovely. I'm miserable, I have twenty dollars worth of candy from a vending machine, and now Shawn is going to take care of me. Oh happy... happy... HAPPY DAY. I'm terrified, and wouldn't you be?
Apparently Owen found the whole thing highly amusing as he started laughing in hysterics.
A nurse carrying a bowl of soup stood in the door way, poking her head in. "Oh good Mr. Hart! You're awake!"
I nodded unhappily.
"That's wonderful! The doctor said you can have soup so I brought a bowl just incase you were up."
Shawn smiled and went over to her. "Thank you! I'll take it from here though! I'm taking care of him." He said rather curtly, took the bowl, and shut the door in her face. He started over to me, and for just the briefest second I thought MAYBE (and give me a break, I don't know what happened to me here..) it would be nice to have someone take care of me. That abruptly ended when Shawn tripped over something... Sending the bowl sailing through the air.
My god, I must have a bullseye painted on my crotch... Because guess where that bowl landed? Yeah, RIGHT there. "NERGGGHHHAAGGGHHHH!!!!" I screamed which was only a hair louder than Owen's howls of laughter.
"Oh shit! Bret, I'm so sorry..." Shawn said as he frantically tried to clean up the soup on my lap. He got most of it up thank god... "There was a wire and I-"
"Mis ok... Mis ok..." I said holding up my hands.
Shawn still looked up at me and smiled softly. "You're so forgiving, I don't think I wou-" He stopped and placed his hand back down in my lap. "Y-You're... Oh my god... OH MY GOD!" He exclaimed loudly.
Owen stopped laughing, his breath rather labored as he looked over at us. "What...?"
"...Huge..." Shawn squeaked as he scrambled between my legs and pulled up the hem of my hospital gown. "YOU'RE LIKE A FOOT LONG!"
"Geb outta dere!" I shouted kicking him in the face.
"No wonder why you have so many fans..." Shawn whispered in awe. "That's the biggest I've ever seen..!"
"No one's seen more cock than you, Shawn..." Owen grumbled from the floor.
Shawn kicked him in the head. "I..I... I'm amazed..." He murmued inching closer to me. "Hey Bret...?"
"I fon't fink so!" I shouted pushing him away with my foot. "Gof playf wid urself!"
He pouted softly and sat down in the chair by my bed. "You're no fun, Bret."
I flicked him off and crossed my legs. What's the big deal anyway? Sure, to some size may matter, but if relationship depends on sex then it's not really a real relationship at all. Those were the types I tried to avoid. Life's too short for meaningless sex.
"Why don't you and Shawn stay with me for a few days?" Owen offered. "I have a place not far from here... no one knows about it."
"Fhanks!" I said happily. That would give me a chance to recover some more. And have some one else to pawn Shawn off on.
"It's 9... You guys want to watch RAW?" Owen asked as he moved next to me on the other side.
"OH SHIT!" Shawn exclaimed standing up. "I'm missing the show! I'm supposed to have a celebration tonight!"
The three of us turned to look up at the tv as Vince's music started... Hunter was coming out behind him, the world heavyweight championship belt on his shoulder.
"That's my belt!" Shawn shouted his fists clenching.
"FUck yu! Faft's supposed tob be mnhy belt!" I growled at him.
"Ladies and gentlemen..." Vince began looking around at the crowd. "A few days ago... Shawn Michaels has either been kidnapped or has simply vanished. This is no joke. We've recieved no calls from the kidnapper, or from Shawn. So... In his absence... We've decided to give the belt to someone more deserving than even Shawn himself."
"Me! If shoul be mnine!" I shouted at the screen.
Shawn reached over and punched me in the shoulder. "Shut up... I want to hear this."
"Triple H." Vince clapped and stepped aside giving the mike to the tall blonde.
"Thank you!" Hunter said waving to the crowd- which was to say the least giving mixed reactions. "I've been dieing to hold this belt... I've suffered through Shawn Michaels enough to know what I want. And I don't want the Harping Bitch Kid anymore. So Shawn, if you're out there... I'm serious about what I'm saying... DON'T come back. I don't want your skanky ass anymore. We're officially over..."
He was serious. I knew it. I knew he was only into Shawn because he was the champion. My heart gave a horrible pang as I watched the wave of expressions cross his face. "Fawn... Don lisfen to himn. He's a loousher."
"Yeah, Shawn..." Owen began walking over to him. "Hunter's garbage. You don't need him." He squeezed Shawn's shoulder's tightly. "You can find someone twice as good..."
"You don't understand!" Shawn started sobbing loudly, taking the tissue box I offered him. "We were engaged to be in engaged!!"
Owen and I exchanged glances and rolled our eyes.
"We were going to get married in a couple of years... I was so excited... I've wanted to get married for the longest time." He murmured. "Excuse me, I need to be alone..." He sniffled and shoved away from OWen.
"Fawn! Don go!" I shouted trying to get out of the bed.
"I'll get him..." Owen grumbled and started off for Shawn.
I battled the sudden urge to go off and find Hunter. Maybe break his legs. With a baseball bat.
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 10
AN: Bret's speech is severly garbled in this chapter due to his reaction. Most of what he says ins't important, so don't worry if it seems unintelligable in some places. Anything important I've made a little more clear.
Lights. The smell of sterility. And... Owen? "Garrgh?" I tried to speak when I saw my brother but it sure as hell didn't sound like anything unintelligable.
"Don't try to talk, Bret. I know." Owen said and patted my hand. "It's going to be okay. The swellings gone down a bit. Can you breath a little better?"
I nodded and adjusted myself in the bed a little. "Gar is Fawn?"
"...Wha?"
"Fawn! Fawn!" I tried to shout.
"Shawn...?" Owen asked as he attempted to understand insane ramblings.
"Geyah!" I shouted.
"I made him go down and get something to eat from the cafeteria... He hasn't eaten since you came here- and that was two days ago."
I tried to get out of the bed- Taker could go and grab Shawn while he was practically anywhere out of this room. Owen grabbed my shoulders and held me down. "Calm down Bret!!" He shouted. "I've got some questions for you." He gave me a pad and pen and sat beside the bed. "Why did you kidnap Shawn? Are you SERIOUSLY going to try and make him your lover or something? Because if the answer to that is yes I'm going to smack you- and then have a discussion about taste in people you let near your dick. I.E. ones that aren't Shawn Michaels!"
I quickly wrote my answer down on the note pad and gave it to him.
I watched his eyes get bigger... and bigger... "Oh fuck. Oh fuck, Bret! You idiot!" He shouted and smacked me on the head. "I'd better go find him..."
"Find who, Owen?" Shawn asked as he peered over my brother's shoulder. "Bret! You're awake! Oh my god, I'm so sorry.. I had no idea that you were allergic to peaches... I went and bought some candy bars for you in the vending machines. What they've been feeding you in the tubes can't be too tasty."
"Ell garth rehhy." I said shaking my head. I had no idea what they have been feeding me, I really didn't care. "Here monegy frb cani?"
"Your wallet." Shawn said simply.
"How did you..." Owen murmured nearly in shock.
"My brother's allergic to strawberries. The same thing happened to him once. I picked up on it pretty fast, actually!"
I glanced over at the huge pile of candy on the bedside table and gaped. "GOW NUSH MONEY IDD UIW TAKE?!"
"Only a twenty... Clark bar?" He offered sitting on the side of the bed and waving it in my face.
Okay, now I was crying. Only Shawn could spend twenty dollars on CANDY!
"Awww don't cry Bret! I'm sorry I did this to you! Here have the hersy bar I was saving for myself." He unwrapped it and stuck it in my mouth. "Chocolate makes everything all better." He said happily.
I chewed miserably. This is quite possibly the WORST GOD DAMN DAY of my life. And worse yet, Owen's here too. He's being a witness to my misery.
"I stayed by your side Bret... I was terrified that you were doing to die because of my stupid peach cobbler." Shawn dabbed away my tears with a tissue. "I'm so happy you're alive now... I'm going to take good care of you until the hospital clears you!" He swore taking my hand and squeezed it.
Lovely. I'm miserable, I have twenty dollars worth of candy from a vending machine, and now Shawn is going to take care of me. Oh happy... happy... HAPPY DAY. I'm terrified, and wouldn't you be?
Apparently Owen found the whole thing highly amusing as he started laughing in hysterics.
A nurse carrying a bowl of soup stood in the door way, poking her head in. "Oh good Mr. Hart! You're awake!"
I nodded unhappily.
"That's wonderful! The doctor said you can have soup so I brought a bowl just incase you were up."
Shawn smiled and went over to her. "Thank you! I'll take it from here though! I'm taking care of him." He said rather curtly, took the bowl, and shut the door in her face. He started over to me, and for just the briefest second I thought MAYBE (and give me a break, I don't know what happened to me here..) it would be nice to have someone take care of me. That abruptly ended when Shawn tripped over something... Sending the bowl sailing through the air.
My god, I must have a bullseye painted on my crotch... Because guess where that bowl landed? Yeah, RIGHT there. "NERGGGHHHAAGGGHHHH!!!!" I screamed which was only a hair louder than Owen's howls of laughter.
"Oh shit! Bret, I'm so sorry..." Shawn said as he frantically tried to clean up the soup on my lap. He got most of it up thank god... "There was a wire and I-"
"Mis ok... Mis ok..." I said holding up my hands.
Shawn still looked up at me and smiled softly. "You're so forgiving, I don't think I wou-" He stopped and placed his hand back down in my lap. "Y-You're... Oh my god... OH MY GOD!" He exclaimed loudly.
Owen stopped laughing, his breath rather labored as he looked over at us. "What...?"
"...Huge..." Shawn squeaked as he scrambled between my legs and pulled up the hem of my hospital gown. "YOU'RE LIKE A FOOT LONG!"
"Geb outta dere!" I shouted kicking him in the face.
"No wonder why you have so many fans..." Shawn whispered in awe. "That's the biggest I've ever seen..!"
"No one's seen more cock than you, Shawn..." Owen grumbled from the floor.
Shawn kicked him in the head. "I..I... I'm amazed..." He murmued inching closer to me. "Hey Bret...?"
"I fon't fink so!" I shouted pushing him away with my foot. "Gof playf wid urself!"
He pouted softly and sat down in the chair by my bed. "You're no fun, Bret."
I flicked him off and crossed my legs. What's the big deal anyway? Sure, to some size may matter, but if relationship depends on sex then it's not really a real relationship at all. Those were the types I tried to avoid. Life's too short for meaningless sex.
"Why don't you and Shawn stay with me for a few days?" Owen offered. "I have a place not far from here... no one knows about it."
"Fhanks!" I said happily. That would give me a chance to recover some more. And have some one else to pawn Shawn off on.
"It's 9... You guys want to watch RAW?" Owen asked as he moved next to me on the other side.
"OH SHIT!" Shawn exclaimed standing up. "I'm missing the show! I'm supposed to have a celebration tonight!"
The three of us turned to look up at the tv as Vince's music started... Hunter was coming out behind him, the world heavyweight championship belt on his shoulder.
"That's my belt!" Shawn shouted his fists clenching.
"FUck yu! Faft's supposed tob be mnhy belt!" I growled at him.
"Ladies and gentlemen..." Vince began looking around at the crowd. "A few days ago... Shawn Michaels has either been kidnapped or has simply vanished. This is no joke. We've recieved no calls from the kidnapper, or from Shawn. So... In his absence... We've decided to give the belt to someone more deserving than even Shawn himself."
"Me! If shoul be mnine!" I shouted at the screen.
Shawn reached over and punched me in the shoulder. "Shut up... I want to hear this."
"Triple H." Vince clapped and stepped aside giving the mike to the tall blonde.
"Thank you!" Hunter said waving to the crowd- which was to say the least giving mixed reactions. "I've been dieing to hold this belt... I've suffered through Shawn Michaels enough to know what I want. And I don't want the Harping Bitch Kid anymore. So Shawn, if you're out there... I'm serious about what I'm saying... DON'T come back. I don't want your skanky ass anymore. We're officially over..."
He was serious. I knew it. I knew he was only into Shawn because he was the champion. My heart gave a horrible pang as I watched the wave of expressions cross his face. "Fawn... Don lisfen to himn. He's a loousher."
"Yeah, Shawn..." Owen began walking over to him. "Hunter's garbage. You don't need him." He squeezed Shawn's shoulder's tightly. "You can find someone twice as good..."
"You don't understand!" Shawn started sobbing loudly, taking the tissue box I offered him. "We were engaged to be in engaged!!"
Owen and I exchanged glances and rolled our eyes.
"We were going to get married in a couple of years... I was so excited... I've wanted to get married for the longest time." He murmured. "Excuse me, I need to be alone..." He sniffled and shoved away from OWen.
"Fawn! Don go!" I shouted trying to get out of the bed.
"I'll get him..." Owen grumbled and started off for Shawn.
I battled the sudden urge to go off and find Hunter. Maybe break his legs. With a baseball bat.
TBC