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 12
The very next day I was released from the hospital. My voal chords had returned to their normal size, and I was itching to get out of there, considering Undertaker had some how found us again. We left the hospital in silence, me wondering if my accidental gropeing was what he needed to shut up. Shawn and I didn't speak to each other for the whole entire ride up to Owen's place.
As we pulled up in the driveway he finally turned to me. "...Were you really dreaming about your old girlfriend or were you dreaming about me. Tell me truthfully."
"I... uh... um..." I sighed and gave up. "Fine Shawn, I dreamt you came in to the hospital room."
"Is that it...?"
I took another deep breath. "No. You were in a nurse's uniform."
"... A sex-"
"A very sexy one. You wanted me to touch you."
"... Did you?"
"WHAT DO YOU THINK?!"
"YOU DISGUSTING PERVERT!!!" Shawn shouted and began to beat on me. "CREEP! CREEEEP!!!!!"
I just let him beat on me for a little while. I felt like he wasn't really trying that hard- Like he was just trying to blow off steam. After a few minutes, he stopped. "Finished?"
"...Yeah..." He muttered. "Do you think Owen'll have clothes that I can borrow?"
I gave a shurg. "Maybe. Usually he waits till he's worn everything and then washes it all at once."
"How lovely." Shawn grumbled and rolled his eyes. We got out of the car and started up toward the house. It was a good size, two bedrooms, big kitchen, living room, family room, bathroom.. And a study Owen turned into a massive music room. He kept it clean when he was here... and remembered to.
I picked up a sock that was laying on the floor in front of the stairs, and found another one a few feet away. "My guess is that Owen was in a hurry to wash his clothes..." I started following the trail down he hallway. "Got a phone call from the hosiptal..." I pointed to the phone dangling off the reciver in the kitchen. "And dropped his clothes right there." I said kicking a pair of boxer shorts off the huge mound of dirty clothing.
"By jove, Bretlock Homes! I think you've just solved the case of Owen the Slob! Arghhh..! Look at this kitchen!" Shawn cried picking up a plate with a half eaten pancake between his thumb and forefinger. It didn't move- at all. Well, maple surup worked like glue after awhile, I suppose. "OUT!" He shouted and started shoving me out of the kitchen. "A clean kitchen is a happy one!"
"You're going to clean Owen's kitchen?! God, if you were a woman, he'd marry you."
"Oh how sweet. NOW OUT!"
"Can I at least get a soda?!"
Shawn grunted softly and walked over to the fridge. He took out a can of coke and chucked it at me- which I caught of course. I walked upstairs to Owen's music room and popped in an old ACDC CD. With a sigh I threw myself on theleather couch to listen. It was almost two hours before I saw head nor hair of the brat... He must do one hell of a job cleaning... I stretched out a little, feeling myself drift off to sleep.
The next thing I knew, Shawn was sitting on my legs. I grumbled loudly and attempted to kick him off.
"It's not my fault you're taking up the whole entire couch!" Shawn muttered and got up.
That's when I reconized what he was wearing. My favorite Calgary Flames jersy. And from the looks of it-- nothing else. No pants-- and most likey no underwear either. "GET... OUT... OF MY.... JERSY!!" I shouted getting to my feet as well. "You can wear my clothes, you can wear my underwear.. BUT YOU CAN NOT WEAR THAT!" Do you know what I'm going to have to do to get it clean now?! It's got Shawn germs on it!! Naked Shawn germs, worse yet! I'll have to give it an honorable burning in the back yard!!!!
"Well, it's not like I've got anything else to wear in your suitcase! Everything needs to be washed! Besides the Flames suck ass!"
That was it. I've had it up to here with Mr. Heartbreak Diva and all of his nonsense! THIS IS TOO MUCH FOR ONE MAN TO BARE! "Do you have any... ANY idea of what you just said..?"
"I've told you hundreds of times before that the Flames suck so this should be old news to you. Geez, it looks like somebody has problems facing the truth." Shawn said and crossed his arms.
"You want the fucking truth, Shawn? Is that what you want?! Well I think you're the single most unattractive man in the universe! Sure ya look good on the outside, but inside you're the ugliest person I've met. Beauty is only skin deep, Shawn! No wonder why Hunter left you... He just couldn't take it anymore." Okay, I know I'm mad, and I know I REALLY enjoyed saying those things, but even I'm going to admit that it was just a little TOO mean maybe. For a second there, I thought I had made him cry-- But when he lunged at me, I knew it was going to be one hell of a night.
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 12
The very next day I was released from the hospital. My voal chords had returned to their normal size, and I was itching to get out of there, considering Undertaker had some how found us again. We left the hospital in silence, me wondering if my accidental gropeing was what he needed to shut up. Shawn and I didn't speak to each other for the whole entire ride up to Owen's place.
As we pulled up in the driveway he finally turned to me. "...Were you really dreaming about your old girlfriend or were you dreaming about me. Tell me truthfully."
"I... uh... um..." I sighed and gave up. "Fine Shawn, I dreamt you came in to the hospital room."
"Is that it...?"
I took another deep breath. "No. You were in a nurse's uniform."
"... A sex-"
"A very sexy one. You wanted me to touch you."
"... Did you?"
"WHAT DO YOU THINK?!"
"YOU DISGUSTING PERVERT!!!" Shawn shouted and began to beat on me. "CREEP! CREEEEP!!!!!"
I just let him beat on me for a little while. I felt like he wasn't really trying that hard- Like he was just trying to blow off steam. After a few minutes, he stopped. "Finished?"
"...Yeah..." He muttered. "Do you think Owen'll have clothes that I can borrow?"
I gave a shurg. "Maybe. Usually he waits till he's worn everything and then washes it all at once."
"How lovely." Shawn grumbled and rolled his eyes. We got out of the car and started up toward the house. It was a good size, two bedrooms, big kitchen, living room, family room, bathroom.. And a study Owen turned into a massive music room. He kept it clean when he was here... and remembered to.
I picked up a sock that was laying on the floor in front of the stairs, and found another one a few feet away. "My guess is that Owen was in a hurry to wash his clothes..." I started following the trail down he hallway. "Got a phone call from the hosiptal..." I pointed to the phone dangling off the reciver in the kitchen. "And dropped his clothes right there." I said kicking a pair of boxer shorts off the huge mound of dirty clothing.
"By jove, Bretlock Homes! I think you've just solved the case of Owen the Slob! Arghhh..! Look at this kitchen!" Shawn cried picking up a plate with a half eaten pancake between his thumb and forefinger. It didn't move- at all. Well, maple surup worked like glue after awhile, I suppose. "OUT!" He shouted and started shoving me out of the kitchen. "A clean kitchen is a happy one!"
"You're going to clean Owen's kitchen?! God, if you were a woman, he'd marry you."
"Oh how sweet. NOW OUT!"
"Can I at least get a soda?!"
Shawn grunted softly and walked over to the fridge. He took out a can of coke and chucked it at me- which I caught of course. I walked upstairs to Owen's music room and popped in an old ACDC CD. With a sigh I threw myself on theleather couch to listen. It was almost two hours before I saw head nor hair of the brat... He must do one hell of a job cleaning... I stretched out a little, feeling myself drift off to sleep.
The next thing I knew, Shawn was sitting on my legs. I grumbled loudly and attempted to kick him off.
"It's not my fault you're taking up the whole entire couch!" Shawn muttered and got up.
That's when I reconized what he was wearing. My favorite Calgary Flames jersy. And from the looks of it-- nothing else. No pants-- and most likey no underwear either. "GET... OUT... OF MY.... JERSY!!" I shouted getting to my feet as well. "You can wear my clothes, you can wear my underwear.. BUT YOU CAN NOT WEAR THAT!" Do you know what I'm going to have to do to get it clean now?! It's got Shawn germs on it!! Naked Shawn germs, worse yet! I'll have to give it an honorable burning in the back yard!!!!
"Well, it's not like I've got anything else to wear in your suitcase! Everything needs to be washed! Besides the Flames suck ass!"
That was it. I've had it up to here with Mr. Heartbreak Diva and all of his nonsense! THIS IS TOO MUCH FOR ONE MAN TO BARE! "Do you have any... ANY idea of what you just said..?"
"I've told you hundreds of times before that the Flames suck so this should be old news to you. Geez, it looks like somebody has problems facing the truth." Shawn said and crossed his arms.
"You want the fucking truth, Shawn? Is that what you want?! Well I think you're the single most unattractive man in the universe! Sure ya look good on the outside, but inside you're the ugliest person I've met. Beauty is only skin deep, Shawn! No wonder why Hunter left you... He just couldn't take it anymore." Okay, I know I'm mad, and I know I REALLY enjoyed saying those things, but even I'm going to admit that it was just a little TOO mean maybe. For a second there, I thought I had made him cry-- But when he lunged at me, I knew it was going to be one hell of a night.
TBC