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
AN: In real life, Shawn can cook damn well or so I've heard... Even has a recipe for something in some book... BUT THIS IS FANFICTION!!! :)
Chapter 21
Inside the Hart House-
Helen Hart and Stu Hart looked out the kitchen window at the car which just pulled up in the driveway.
"Look Stu... Bret's finally come home to decorate with the family..." Helen smiled as she watched her son get out of the driver's side.
"The boy's a busy man, Helen. He can't just come home on a whim. He's going to be a big star in the WCW." Stu said proudly. "Huh- looks like he's bringing someone back with him..."
"Oh my, look at that. He's opening the passanger's side door... What a gentleman! We raised him so well."
"Maybe that boy's broughten home a girlfriend."
Helen held in a laugh. Or boyfriend... She knew about Bret's bisexuality... A mother always knew. "That would be nice... It's been awhile since Bret's had someone other than the family in his life."
Stu squinted at the figure. "It IS a girl. She's pretty tall... Must be a few inches over six feet tall. Then again, look at the heel on those sandles. Got a nice set of legs on her..."
Helen shook her head. "She must be half crazy- look at that dress! Wearing a sun dress in November..."
"But Bret's giving her his jacket. What a good man he is! I've never been so proud of him before." Stu smiled and crossed his arms. "I knew he'd turn out to be one hell of a great person."
"Look, they're looking over here! Wave!" She said waving happily to her son.
"Heh heh, the girl looks a little nervous... Oh, she's running away! He must have told her about Terrible Ted."
"That old bear couldn't hurt a fly." Helen sighed.
"Bret's chasing her around- Damn she's fast! Even in those shoes! Ah, there we go, he caught her."
"She sure is putting up a fight." She frowned, wondering what is going on. "Looks like he's trying to calm her down... Poor thing's shy! She keeps hiding her face... What an old fashioned girl..."
"With a nice set of legs..."
Helen smacked her husband on the back of the head. "Aww, Bret's kissing her... How sweet! Look at how much he cares for that girl. He's got her head burried in his shoulder protecting her face from the wind... Here they come, Stu! God, I'm so excited! Let's go meet him at the door!"
Stu and Helen quickly unlocked the kitchen door, standing eagerly to greet the couple. Bret went up the stairs with Shawn still pressed against his shoulder.
"Hey mom, dad...!" Bret said forcing a smile.
"Bret, it's so good to have you home!" Helen exclaimed kissing his face. "Whose your lady friend..?"
"Yeah, you picked yourself out a real amazon here! Look at those legs..."
"Would you quit it already?!" Helen hissed elbowing Stu in the side. "Yes dear, introduce us!" She said smiling sweetly to Bret.
"Now you see... Um... I... There's a... She's not really a... um.. er... if you saw her face you'd understand."
Shawn kicked Bret hard in the leg.
"AH GOD! SHAWN!!!" Bret shouted hopping up and down on one leg.
"Bret! That's not a nice thing to say!" Helen scolded angrily.
"Yeah son! What's the matter with you?! I hope she kicked you good!"
"Don't worry about that dad, she got me..." Bret grumbled. Shawn broke away from him, crouching down and burrying his face in his hands as he managed a couple of pretty realistic girly sobs.
"You made the poor girl cry! Bret. how could you do that to... to...What did you say her name was?" Helen asked, slightly embaressed.
"Shawn..." Bret said glareing down at the blonde.
"Oh, that's a pretty name for a girl! I always liked that name! If Owen turned out to be a girl, thats what we were going to name her." Helen exclaimed kneeling down next to Shawn. "Don't listen to Bret... I'm sure you're a very pretty girl!"
Bret coughed lightly and looked to his father. "About that... Dad, can I see you for a second?"
"Sure son- let's go to the parlor."
Helen smiled and helped Shawn up and to a chair at the table. "Shawn dear, it's okay... Let me see your pretty face."
Shawn shook his head 'no' wildly.
"Oh my, look at what lovely hair you have..! It's so healthy!" Helen was trying to get Shawn to relax a little. "Do you want something to drink?"
He nodded fiercely. It had been awhile since he had last eaten or drunk anything.
Helen got Shawn a glass of water, sitting it down next to him on the table. "Please dear, let me see your face. I want to see the person my son liked so much to bring home."
Shawn took a deep breath and sighed. He lowered his hands, looking up to her expecting to be shouted at for what he had done days ago at survivor series.
"Oh... dear..."
"Please mam'm, I can explain myself..." Shawn said quickly. "I'm in love with Bret."
"...Wh... What? How could you after what you did to him!"
Shawn flinched at her harsh tone. "I wanted to keep him in the fed with me, and I figured if I made him mad enough... He'd want to come back. I admired Bret, he was a true wrestler, and he loved what he did so much... He was so noble and smart. Everything I'm not. I just didn't want him to leave. Then he goes and kidnaps me-"
Helen's eyes widdened and she gave a slight gasp. "Kidnapped you?!"
"He had a good reason for it! He wanted to protect me from the Undertaker... And I guess along the way, I fell for him. He's so sweet to me. He gave me his jacket because I was cold out there. No man has ever treated me so well. Bret makes me feel good... I... I love him."
"You do, dear?" Helen asked, her voice soft.
"Ye-yeah... I do..." Shawn smiled and rubbed his arms.
"Oh that so wonderful... And what about Bret, how does he feel?" She asked inching her chair closer to Shawn.
"I'm not sure... I know I annoy the hell out of him all the time. And he thinks I'm pretty demanding- to put it nicely. But we have a good sex life, and at the very least, I think he likes me." He frowned sighing gently.
"Don't worry Shawn. I'm sure he'll come around. You just need to keep working on him. Bret's a stubborn man, but he'll cave."
"You think?"
Helen smiled and nodded.
"Good! Because I can see myself marrying him one day. And I really want to be married... It's always been my dream."
"Ooohh, that was my dream too..." Helen sighed happily. "It would be wonderful to see Bret get married."
In the parlor- Bret's POV-
"Okay Bret. What do you need to tell me?"
I ran my hand through my hair in thought. How the hell do I begin? "Dad... The woman out there... She's not a woman..." Come on, I can do this. I can do it! Just tell him... Once I tell him, the other major things I have to get off my chest should just come tumbling out, right? Like how I hired the Undertaker to take care of Shawn, me kidnapping Shawn, me falling in lo- LUST with Shawn... Oh and the ever popular, 'Hey dad, guess what? I'm bi and Shawn Michaels is my boyfriend.' How lovely.
"..."
"She's actually-"
Back in the kitchen-
"SHAWN MICHAELS!" Stu shouted and ran into the room. "Get your scrawny little ass over here!! I'll show you how to cheat my son!!!"
"STU!" Helen shouted and stood up, blocking Shawn from her angry husband.
"Dad, would you listen!" I cried as I tried to pull my dad away from strangling my lover.
"You're not welcome here, get the fuck out of my house before I really tear you apart!!!"
Shawn ran toward the door and dashed out of it as fast as those legs of his could carry him.
"God damn it!! Shawn wait!" I shouted and ran out after him. It was so cold, and Shawn wasn't wearing much to protect him. I had to find him before the sunset and it really got cold...
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
AN: In real life, Shawn can cook damn well or so I've heard... Even has a recipe for something in some book... BUT THIS IS FANFICTION!!! :)
Chapter 21
Inside the Hart House-
Helen Hart and Stu Hart looked out the kitchen window at the car which just pulled up in the driveway.
"Look Stu... Bret's finally come home to decorate with the family..." Helen smiled as she watched her son get out of the driver's side.
"The boy's a busy man, Helen. He can't just come home on a whim. He's going to be a big star in the WCW." Stu said proudly. "Huh- looks like he's bringing someone back with him..."
"Oh my, look at that. He's opening the passanger's side door... What a gentleman! We raised him so well."
"Maybe that boy's broughten home a girlfriend."
Helen held in a laugh. Or boyfriend... She knew about Bret's bisexuality... A mother always knew. "That would be nice... It's been awhile since Bret's had someone other than the family in his life."
Stu squinted at the figure. "It IS a girl. She's pretty tall... Must be a few inches over six feet tall. Then again, look at the heel on those sandles. Got a nice set of legs on her..."
Helen shook her head. "She must be half crazy- look at that dress! Wearing a sun dress in November..."
"But Bret's giving her his jacket. What a good man he is! I've never been so proud of him before." Stu smiled and crossed his arms. "I knew he'd turn out to be one hell of a great person."
"Look, they're looking over here! Wave!" She said waving happily to her son.
"Heh heh, the girl looks a little nervous... Oh, she's running away! He must have told her about Terrible Ted."
"That old bear couldn't hurt a fly." Helen sighed.
"Bret's chasing her around- Damn she's fast! Even in those shoes! Ah, there we go, he caught her."
"She sure is putting up a fight." She frowned, wondering what is going on. "Looks like he's trying to calm her down... Poor thing's shy! She keeps hiding her face... What an old fashioned girl..."
"With a nice set of legs..."
Helen smacked her husband on the back of the head. "Aww, Bret's kissing her... How sweet! Look at how much he cares for that girl. He's got her head burried in his shoulder protecting her face from the wind... Here they come, Stu! God, I'm so excited! Let's go meet him at the door!"
Stu and Helen quickly unlocked the kitchen door, standing eagerly to greet the couple. Bret went up the stairs with Shawn still pressed against his shoulder.
"Hey mom, dad...!" Bret said forcing a smile.
"Bret, it's so good to have you home!" Helen exclaimed kissing his face. "Whose your lady friend..?"
"Yeah, you picked yourself out a real amazon here! Look at those legs..."
"Would you quit it already?!" Helen hissed elbowing Stu in the side. "Yes dear, introduce us!" She said smiling sweetly to Bret.
"Now you see... Um... I... There's a... She's not really a... um.. er... if you saw her face you'd understand."
Shawn kicked Bret hard in the leg.
"AH GOD! SHAWN!!!" Bret shouted hopping up and down on one leg.
"Bret! That's not a nice thing to say!" Helen scolded angrily.
"Yeah son! What's the matter with you?! I hope she kicked you good!"
"Don't worry about that dad, she got me..." Bret grumbled. Shawn broke away from him, crouching down and burrying his face in his hands as he managed a couple of pretty realistic girly sobs.
"You made the poor girl cry! Bret. how could you do that to... to...What did you say her name was?" Helen asked, slightly embaressed.
"Shawn..." Bret said glareing down at the blonde.
"Oh, that's a pretty name for a girl! I always liked that name! If Owen turned out to be a girl, thats what we were going to name her." Helen exclaimed kneeling down next to Shawn. "Don't listen to Bret... I'm sure you're a very pretty girl!"
Bret coughed lightly and looked to his father. "About that... Dad, can I see you for a second?"
"Sure son- let's go to the parlor."
Helen smiled and helped Shawn up and to a chair at the table. "Shawn dear, it's okay... Let me see your pretty face."
Shawn shook his head 'no' wildly.
"Oh my, look at what lovely hair you have..! It's so healthy!" Helen was trying to get Shawn to relax a little. "Do you want something to drink?"
He nodded fiercely. It had been awhile since he had last eaten or drunk anything.
Helen got Shawn a glass of water, sitting it down next to him on the table. "Please dear, let me see your face. I want to see the person my son liked so much to bring home."
Shawn took a deep breath and sighed. He lowered his hands, looking up to her expecting to be shouted at for what he had done days ago at survivor series.
"Oh... dear..."
"Please mam'm, I can explain myself..." Shawn said quickly. "I'm in love with Bret."
"...Wh... What? How could you after what you did to him!"
Shawn flinched at her harsh tone. "I wanted to keep him in the fed with me, and I figured if I made him mad enough... He'd want to come back. I admired Bret, he was a true wrestler, and he loved what he did so much... He was so noble and smart. Everything I'm not. I just didn't want him to leave. Then he goes and kidnaps me-"
Helen's eyes widdened and she gave a slight gasp. "Kidnapped you?!"
"He had a good reason for it! He wanted to protect me from the Undertaker... And I guess along the way, I fell for him. He's so sweet to me. He gave me his jacket because I was cold out there. No man has ever treated me so well. Bret makes me feel good... I... I love him."
"You do, dear?" Helen asked, her voice soft.
"Ye-yeah... I do..." Shawn smiled and rubbed his arms.
"Oh that so wonderful... And what about Bret, how does he feel?" She asked inching her chair closer to Shawn.
"I'm not sure... I know I annoy the hell out of him all the time. And he thinks I'm pretty demanding- to put it nicely. But we have a good sex life, and at the very least, I think he likes me." He frowned sighing gently.
"Don't worry Shawn. I'm sure he'll come around. You just need to keep working on him. Bret's a stubborn man, but he'll cave."
"You think?"
Helen smiled and nodded.
"Good! Because I can see myself marrying him one day. And I really want to be married... It's always been my dream."
"Ooohh, that was my dream too..." Helen sighed happily. "It would be wonderful to see Bret get married."
In the parlor- Bret's POV-
"Okay Bret. What do you need to tell me?"
I ran my hand through my hair in thought. How the hell do I begin? "Dad... The woman out there... She's not a woman..." Come on, I can do this. I can do it! Just tell him... Once I tell him, the other major things I have to get off my chest should just come tumbling out, right? Like how I hired the Undertaker to take care of Shawn, me kidnapping Shawn, me falling in lo- LUST with Shawn... Oh and the ever popular, 'Hey dad, guess what? I'm bi and Shawn Michaels is my boyfriend.' How lovely.
"..."
"She's actually-"
Back in the kitchen-
"SHAWN MICHAELS!" Stu shouted and ran into the room. "Get your scrawny little ass over here!! I'll show you how to cheat my son!!!"
"STU!" Helen shouted and stood up, blocking Shawn from her angry husband.
"Dad, would you listen!" I cried as I tried to pull my dad away from strangling my lover.
"You're not welcome here, get the fuck out of my house before I really tear you apart!!!"
Shawn ran toward the door and dashed out of it as fast as those legs of his could carry him.
"God damn it!! Shawn wait!" I shouted and ran out after him. It was so cold, and Shawn wasn't wearing much to protect him. I had to find him before the sunset and it really got cold...
TBC