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 23
"Bret... We have to talk." My dad said to me, and there never was a more serious expression on his face before.
"Okay dad...." I gulped and set Shawn down. He looked to me for some kind of support, and all I could offer him was a clap on the shoulder. Mom was here, so Shawn was safe. I hope.
I followed my dad into the next room, feeling myself break into a slight sweat.
"Now... explain."
I took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. I stared at my dad for a long time before I finally spoke. "I screwed up, dad. I wanted the Undertaker to take care of Shawn Michaels- because I knew he'd be particularly nasty about it... But.. I couldn't let him go through with it. I was terrified that Shawn might end up more than just scared... So I took him. I wanted to make sure he was going to be safe..."
"Bret, I don't approve of you hiring someone else to deal with your problem."
I winced at my dad's tone, waiting for what I knew was coming.
"HOWEVER... You honestly wanted to help Shawn and felt guilty for what you have done... So I guess what you're doing is the correct thing. But why did you bring him here?!"
"The undertaker has found us everywhere we've gone. No matter where it is... This place is so secluded. No one could EVER find it. Besides, he's actually not all that bad, ya know... I've actually grown to..."
"Want to push him out of the car had better be the next words outta your mouth, boy or..." Dad growled dangerously.
"Um..." No. It's time to stop the lieing. I have to set things straight- "No dad, I don't want to throw Shawn out of my car. Along the way, I sort of did something stupid- I... well... Shawn's my boyfriend. I fell hard for the little bitch, and I'm not sure why. It scares me like you wouldn't believe. Between all the whining, complaining, selfishness and what ever makes up Shawn Michaels, there's someone who I like. Deep down, he's needy, sweet person." With a hot ass, a very hot ass, a beautifully hot ass...
"I can't believe what I'm hearing. Bret, you do know what this means right? You've lost your career in the WWF, you've been humilated, and the last thing people will remember about your 14 years is you getting screwed out of the title. And now you happen to be dating the man who didn't give you a proper send off- the one you deserved. How do you feel about yourself?"
I sighed softly. "If this were three days ago, I would have punched myself in my face. But... We talked on the way here. He apologized."
"An apology was all you got?!"
"Dad, he was crying! Saying that he never wanted me to leave him..."
My father looked annoyed at me, tisking and shaking his head. "I can't believe this... What's happened to you?!"
This was getting no were fast. I never liked resorting to the tactic, but... He won't listen to me any other way. "You're just mad because I'm bisexual." I said being forced to go into angsty teenage mode. "It's because I'm bi! Never mind anything else I've decided to do with my life, you focus on my sexuality! Can't you be happy for me...?"
"Not when you're throwing your life away being with that... that..."
"That person, dad? You know, if you JUST got to know him! You'll see he's not so bad! But you only focus everyone else because they have families and gave you grandkids. I'm sorry, but I can't! Just let me live my life, dad! Be happy for me!" God, I really owe a lot to those acting lesson. Though I was sincere about what I was saying, it's easier to pretend that I'm acting otherwise I'd be terrified right now.
I watched my dad's face. He went through a range of emotions, most were half angry... "Bret... Do you really have feelings for...." He cringed. "Shawn..?"
"Yeah, I do."
"Then... though I will light a candle in prayers for you... I.. I want you to be happy, Bret."
I smiled and nodded. "Thanks dad, that means alot."
"Just... one thing before we go back there..."
"Sure dad, what?"
"Why's he wearing a dress...?!"
I burst out laughing and holding my sides until I calmed down. "S-Sorry dad... It's a long, long story... It's not voluntary, I assure you."
He sighed and whiped his forhead. "I see. Will you get him into a pair of pants?! It's creepy seeing him in a dress, damn it!"
"He's got nice legs." I said in Shawn's defense.
"Yes, why do you think I want him in pants!"
I grinned broadly and walked back out with him to the kitchen. My eyes widdened broadly at the sight. Shawn was on the floor playing with my sister's kids. It was an amazing sight, Shawn fitting in so well so easily- and in under a half an hour of being here. He never looked more beautiful in my eyes. I caught a glimpse out of my eye of my dad smiling, just briefly, but he had. And then I caught Keith's eyes wandering up Shawn's legs- Okay, time to go upstairs. I pulled some of the kids off of my boyfriend and stood him up.
"Hi." He grinned, resting against me.
"Hello. Come on baby, let's get upstairs. You can borrow some of my clothes."
"Aren't you going to introduce me to everyone first?"
Probably a good idea... "You know my dad Stu, this is my mother Helen whom I'm sure you're had a good chance to talk to... This is my oldest brother bruce and his wife Andrea, and their five kids... Keith-" Who I shot a dirty look at for still blatently staring at Shawn's legs. "Is MARRIED, but his wife and kids couldn't be here... This Wayne, he's a referee for Stampede. You've met Dean outside..." Another man whom I'd like to punch for oogling Shawn. "These two lovely ladies are Ellie and her husband whom you know very well, Jim Neidhart, and their two kids... And this is Georgia, she's one year older than me. This is Allison, she's currently single- Right?" I got a nod from her, hell I can barely keep track of whose coming and going around this house. "That's Ross, a trainer for the dungeon. My youngest sister Diana, married to Davey- whom you know well too. And Owen, he's the youngest of us, and obviously not here. Did I forget anyone? No? Good." I said and panted to catch my breath.
Shawn looked around to the troop of adults and kids. "Can I ask a question?"
"Sure dear." My mother smiled.
"Would it be too much for everyone to wear nametags?"
We all enjoyed a good laugh at that one, me squeezing Shawn's hand in response to his slightly frazzled look. "We won't get mad at you if you forget, Shawn."
"Okay- because I was never very good with names..."
Before I could reply, my brothers decided to swarm around Shawn. Keith quickly took his arm. "Let me give you tour of the house. I'll show you a real easy way to learn everyone's names."
"And then I'll show you the stables out back!" Bruce offered eagerly.
"Your brothers are nice, Bret! So unlike you!" He teased from the circle of Harts.
"Okay, okay, okay... Shawn is my boyfriend... So I get to give him the tour. Don't you all have families to attend to?!" I said grumbling and pushing through them to pull Shawn back over to me. "we'll see you all later." I said and quickly pulled him down the hallway. Up we went to the second floor, to my old room. I opened the door and gasped. I had forgotten my parents hadn't changed it since I moved out. There were hockey posters all over the place, my old Star Wars comforter, Star Wars collectible toys, countless books and comics, and good lord... The cow boy stuff I had when I was a kid was still in the closet. My cheeks flushed with embaressment as I made an attempt to explain myself. "You see uh... Um..."
"Awww... How sweet... Your parents never changed your room... Mine made mine into a sewing room." Shawn said and made a face.
"I uh..."
Shawn flopped down on my old bed, crossing his legs as the fabric tumbled down toward his pelvic area. His long hair fanning out on my pillows, sticking out in sharp contrast to the dark blue of my old bedspread. "This is like me walking into some high school kid's room.."
Okay, look... Every high school kid has a fanasty. Not many of them come true. But mine just did. I had a sexy creature on my bed, in my room, which hasn't changed since high school. I was never this lucky in high school- most of the girls thought I was a looser. I think the only girl to make it into my room was Princess Leia. Man, that's pathetic.
"Well are you just going to stand there with a raging hard on in your pants or are you to get to second base with me...?" Shawn grinned and spread his legs all the way.
"Ohhh fuck." I groaned biting my lip. My family was downstairs. They could possibly hear us or walk in... CALM DOWN IN THERE! I shouted mentally to the less sensible part of my body. "L-Luh... Look Shawn... We can't really do this. My dad's got the best ears this side of-"
"Oh Bret, shut up. Don't you like to live dangerously? Come on and kiss me; let's give Wayne Gretzsky a show." He grinned and pointed to one of 50 posters him.
I pounced on him, tickling his sides. "You know who Wayne Gretzsky is?"
"Of course I do! Just because I live in Texas doesn't mean I don't apperciate the Great One." Shawn giggled, thrashing around beneath me.
"I love you." I grinned claiming his lips hungrily. Shawn pushed away from me, grabbing my face in his hands.
"You do?"
I looked at him confused. "Do what?"
"Love me!"
Crap. "I... I was just kidding..."
"No you weren't... Bret Hart's in looooooove..." Shawn smiled and mushed my face around.
"Shawn, knock it off!" I said trying to get my face back.
"I don't think so lovah boy!" He giggled and pushed me off of him. "You gotta catch me first!" Shawn opened the door and ran out.
Fuck, he's going to fit in better in the family than I thought. I climbed out of the bed and chased after him, cursing myself for uttering those three little words...
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 23
"Bret... We have to talk." My dad said to me, and there never was a more serious expression on his face before.
"Okay dad...." I gulped and set Shawn down. He looked to me for some kind of support, and all I could offer him was a clap on the shoulder. Mom was here, so Shawn was safe. I hope.
I followed my dad into the next room, feeling myself break into a slight sweat.
"Now... explain."
I took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. I stared at my dad for a long time before I finally spoke. "I screwed up, dad. I wanted the Undertaker to take care of Shawn Michaels- because I knew he'd be particularly nasty about it... But.. I couldn't let him go through with it. I was terrified that Shawn might end up more than just scared... So I took him. I wanted to make sure he was going to be safe..."
"Bret, I don't approve of you hiring someone else to deal with your problem."
I winced at my dad's tone, waiting for what I knew was coming.
"HOWEVER... You honestly wanted to help Shawn and felt guilty for what you have done... So I guess what you're doing is the correct thing. But why did you bring him here?!"
"The undertaker has found us everywhere we've gone. No matter where it is... This place is so secluded. No one could EVER find it. Besides, he's actually not all that bad, ya know... I've actually grown to..."
"Want to push him out of the car had better be the next words outta your mouth, boy or..." Dad growled dangerously.
"Um..." No. It's time to stop the lieing. I have to set things straight- "No dad, I don't want to throw Shawn out of my car. Along the way, I sort of did something stupid- I... well... Shawn's my boyfriend. I fell hard for the little bitch, and I'm not sure why. It scares me like you wouldn't believe. Between all the whining, complaining, selfishness and what ever makes up Shawn Michaels, there's someone who I like. Deep down, he's needy, sweet person." With a hot ass, a very hot ass, a beautifully hot ass...
"I can't believe what I'm hearing. Bret, you do know what this means right? You've lost your career in the WWF, you've been humilated, and the last thing people will remember about your 14 years is you getting screwed out of the title. And now you happen to be dating the man who didn't give you a proper send off- the one you deserved. How do you feel about yourself?"
I sighed softly. "If this were three days ago, I would have punched myself in my face. But... We talked on the way here. He apologized."
"An apology was all you got?!"
"Dad, he was crying! Saying that he never wanted me to leave him..."
My father looked annoyed at me, tisking and shaking his head. "I can't believe this... What's happened to you?!"
This was getting no were fast. I never liked resorting to the tactic, but... He won't listen to me any other way. "You're just mad because I'm bisexual." I said being forced to go into angsty teenage mode. "It's because I'm bi! Never mind anything else I've decided to do with my life, you focus on my sexuality! Can't you be happy for me...?"
"Not when you're throwing your life away being with that... that..."
"That person, dad? You know, if you JUST got to know him! You'll see he's not so bad! But you only focus everyone else because they have families and gave you grandkids. I'm sorry, but I can't! Just let me live my life, dad! Be happy for me!" God, I really owe a lot to those acting lesson. Though I was sincere about what I was saying, it's easier to pretend that I'm acting otherwise I'd be terrified right now.
I watched my dad's face. He went through a range of emotions, most were half angry... "Bret... Do you really have feelings for...." He cringed. "Shawn..?"
"Yeah, I do."
"Then... though I will light a candle in prayers for you... I.. I want you to be happy, Bret."
I smiled and nodded. "Thanks dad, that means alot."
"Just... one thing before we go back there..."
"Sure dad, what?"
"Why's he wearing a dress...?!"
I burst out laughing and holding my sides until I calmed down. "S-Sorry dad... It's a long, long story... It's not voluntary, I assure you."
He sighed and whiped his forhead. "I see. Will you get him into a pair of pants?! It's creepy seeing him in a dress, damn it!"
"He's got nice legs." I said in Shawn's defense.
"Yes, why do you think I want him in pants!"
I grinned broadly and walked back out with him to the kitchen. My eyes widdened broadly at the sight. Shawn was on the floor playing with my sister's kids. It was an amazing sight, Shawn fitting in so well so easily- and in under a half an hour of being here. He never looked more beautiful in my eyes. I caught a glimpse out of my eye of my dad smiling, just briefly, but he had. And then I caught Keith's eyes wandering up Shawn's legs- Okay, time to go upstairs. I pulled some of the kids off of my boyfriend and stood him up.
"Hi." He grinned, resting against me.
"Hello. Come on baby, let's get upstairs. You can borrow some of my clothes."
"Aren't you going to introduce me to everyone first?"
Probably a good idea... "You know my dad Stu, this is my mother Helen whom I'm sure you're had a good chance to talk to... This is my oldest brother bruce and his wife Andrea, and their five kids... Keith-" Who I shot a dirty look at for still blatently staring at Shawn's legs. "Is MARRIED, but his wife and kids couldn't be here... This Wayne, he's a referee for Stampede. You've met Dean outside..." Another man whom I'd like to punch for oogling Shawn. "These two lovely ladies are Ellie and her husband whom you know very well, Jim Neidhart, and their two kids... And this is Georgia, she's one year older than me. This is Allison, she's currently single- Right?" I got a nod from her, hell I can barely keep track of whose coming and going around this house. "That's Ross, a trainer for the dungeon. My youngest sister Diana, married to Davey- whom you know well too. And Owen, he's the youngest of us, and obviously not here. Did I forget anyone? No? Good." I said and panted to catch my breath.
Shawn looked around to the troop of adults and kids. "Can I ask a question?"
"Sure dear." My mother smiled.
"Would it be too much for everyone to wear nametags?"
We all enjoyed a good laugh at that one, me squeezing Shawn's hand in response to his slightly frazzled look. "We won't get mad at you if you forget, Shawn."
"Okay- because I was never very good with names..."
Before I could reply, my brothers decided to swarm around Shawn. Keith quickly took his arm. "Let me give you tour of the house. I'll show you a real easy way to learn everyone's names."
"And then I'll show you the stables out back!" Bruce offered eagerly.
"Your brothers are nice, Bret! So unlike you!" He teased from the circle of Harts.
"Okay, okay, okay... Shawn is my boyfriend... So I get to give him the tour. Don't you all have families to attend to?!" I said grumbling and pushing through them to pull Shawn back over to me. "we'll see you all later." I said and quickly pulled him down the hallway. Up we went to the second floor, to my old room. I opened the door and gasped. I had forgotten my parents hadn't changed it since I moved out. There were hockey posters all over the place, my old Star Wars comforter, Star Wars collectible toys, countless books and comics, and good lord... The cow boy stuff I had when I was a kid was still in the closet. My cheeks flushed with embaressment as I made an attempt to explain myself. "You see uh... Um..."
"Awww... How sweet... Your parents never changed your room... Mine made mine into a sewing room." Shawn said and made a face.
"I uh..."
Shawn flopped down on my old bed, crossing his legs as the fabric tumbled down toward his pelvic area. His long hair fanning out on my pillows, sticking out in sharp contrast to the dark blue of my old bedspread. "This is like me walking into some high school kid's room.."
Okay, look... Every high school kid has a fanasty. Not many of them come true. But mine just did. I had a sexy creature on my bed, in my room, which hasn't changed since high school. I was never this lucky in high school- most of the girls thought I was a looser. I think the only girl to make it into my room was Princess Leia. Man, that's pathetic.
"Well are you just going to stand there with a raging hard on in your pants or are you to get to second base with me...?" Shawn grinned and spread his legs all the way.
"Ohhh fuck." I groaned biting my lip. My family was downstairs. They could possibly hear us or walk in... CALM DOWN IN THERE! I shouted mentally to the less sensible part of my body. "L-Luh... Look Shawn... We can't really do this. My dad's got the best ears this side of-"
"Oh Bret, shut up. Don't you like to live dangerously? Come on and kiss me; let's give Wayne Gretzsky a show." He grinned and pointed to one of 50 posters him.
I pounced on him, tickling his sides. "You know who Wayne Gretzsky is?"
"Of course I do! Just because I live in Texas doesn't mean I don't apperciate the Great One." Shawn giggled, thrashing around beneath me.
"I love you." I grinned claiming his lips hungrily. Shawn pushed away from me, grabbing my face in his hands.
"You do?"
I looked at him confused. "Do what?"
"Love me!"
Crap. "I... I was just kidding..."
"No you weren't... Bret Hart's in looooooove..." Shawn smiled and mushed my face around.
"Shawn, knock it off!" I said trying to get my face back.
"I don't think so lovah boy!" He giggled and pushed me off of him. "You gotta catch me first!" Shawn opened the door and ran out.
Fuck, he's going to fit in better in the family than I thought. I climbed out of the bed and chased after him, cursing myself for uttering those three little words...
TBC