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, sex, kinky sex... Dominatrix!Shawn
Chapter 28
I picked up Shawn about half way up the hill and was carrying him in my arms. "I can't believe I said it..."
"Feels good to be in love, huh Bret?" Shawn asked as he threaded his fingers through my hair.
"Yeah- shoulda said it alot sooner."
"Yes you should have ya big ass hole!" Shawn smacked me on the back of my head. "You said you loved me and then ya took it back! Who does that outside of Mr. Shefield on The Nanny! And he's a TV character!"
I winced, yeah he had a point. I can't help it, I get scared when I fall in love, I don't want to get hurt. I always do. "I'm sorry for being a bastard about it. I really am, Shawn."
"It's okay Bret! I knew you'd come through for me one day..."
We spent all day toegther, stealing Christmas cookies while my mom wasn't looking, stealing kisses when my dad wasn't looking. My god, I've never been so happy... As we lay in bed, me holding him tight in my arms, I made up my mind. I had to be with him. Forever. I moved out of the bed, kissing his forhead gently. I smoothed some hair from out of his face and moved out of the bed.
Shawn stirred slightly but didn't awaken. Good thing too. I left thr room quietly and headed to my parent's room. I knocked on the door lightly and waited.
My dad opened the door- he looked pretty ticked. Well, I guess I'd be too considering I'm waking him up at oh... 2 AM? "Dad, I gotta talk to you..."
"This better be good, boy." He said and shut the door over. "What do you need?"
"I love Shawn, dad." I said as we walked down the hall. It wasn't too cold outside so we sat down on the porch. It was a clear night- the sky dark and dotted with stars and lights from Calgary in the distance. Beautiful. I loved nights like this one, and it seemed like one that was going to be burned in my mind forever.
"So you love him?" My dad sat on a rocking chair, while I took a spot on the stairs.
"Yeah, I do. With all my heart. I love him so much it almost hurts to look at him. So I was going to ask you... Do you still have great grandma's ring?"
Dad sighed heavily, rocking back and forth. "I've been waiting for this day along time when one of you kids would come looking for the ring... You're going to make your folly with Shawn an actual relations ship. You love him so much you want to marry him."
I rested my head against the porch, shutting my eyes in thought. "I do want to marry him. It's scares the ever loving hell out of me, but I do."
"Mmhmm. So my son wants to get married. I've been wondering when you'd get along to tieing the knot with somebody. I remember when you and your brothers would run around the house with your cowboy hats and the little plastic guns. You wanted to be a cowboy so bad when you were five. Never did I ever imagine that you'd want to marry a yahoo from Texas... But here you are, ready to marry Shawn Michaels."
I laughed a little. "Yeah, who would have thought that?"
The door opened, and Shawn came out on to the porch in a full length robe, slippers, one of my jackets on and another one in his arms. "If you're going to be crazy and sit out here in the cold in the dead of night- at least wear a jacket, okay?" He padded over to me and drapped the jacket around my shoulders. "Crazy Canadians." He said with a sigh and hugged my coat closer to his body as he went back inside.
"Thanks Shawn!" I called after him.
"Doesn't like the cold much now does he?"
"Nah... But he lives in a place that's at least 80 degrees at all times. Heh. I remember this one time when we were in Maine in the middle of winter... He was so cold he wore two pairs of pants and three sweaters the whole entire time. I shared a room with him during that tour- I think during the night he came over and stole a whole bunch of my blankets off of my bed. So I guess we'll be looking for a house in a warmer climate than Calgary- unfortunately." That kind of made me a little sad... I love this place with all my heart.
"Well maybe you can make a comprimise. Marriage is all about comprimise, Bret. Now, lets go get your great grandmother's ring before Shawn gets wind of what we're talking about."
I followed my dad back into the house, and down to the dungeon. He moved a side a panel, revealing a small wall safe. After a few minutes of fiddling, my dad had pulled out a faded velvet box. "I figured Bruce would want this... And then Keith- but your older brothers surprised me. They all wanted new rings."
He gave me the box and I eagerly opened it up. It was absolutely stunning- a claddagh ring in silver with a bloodstone heart. "It's beautiful..."
"And about 100 years old, Bret."
I fingered the box for a second then put it in my pajama pants. "Thanks dad. This means alot."
He put a hand on my shoulder and squeezed it a little. "I'm proud of you. Now go up there and make me prouder."
I grinned and nodded. Of course I wasn't going to ask him now- Tomorrow. At the carnival. I have never been so excited in all my life! Not even when I got my first title run... This pales in comparison to that, and that's one of my favorite memories!
Shawn's POV-
I went upstairs and back to Bret's room. Geez, they must have a second layer of protective layer of skin or something. Brr.. It's way too cold out here! I don't know how they survive it. I curled into the bed, thrwing every blanket on top of me. I snuggled down deep, falling asleep quickly.
It was so dark.. Dark inside my dream. I was all alone, until I felt his arms tight around my waist. "Bret..." I sighed happily, sinking into his embrace. I felt his arms leaving me slowly, and then darkness slowly began to over take me. I sunk down deep into blackness until I could see or hear nor more. I stayed there alone, painfully alone and terrfied. Until I saw something off in the distance. It looked something was burning... It was coming closer... Oh god, I know what that is. It was infront of me now- Undertaker's bizzare symbol, burning in in white, red, and black flames. I choked on my breath and screamed.
I woke up thrashing about, and felt arms holding me tight. I whimpered and opened my eyes, coming face to face with Bret. My god, I almost started crying I was so happy to see him...
"Shhh, baby... Shh.. I'm here okay?"
"It was so scary, Bret.."
"It was just a nightmare Shawn. It's all over..."
I just hugged on to him tighter... Was it really over? Taker was never going to stop until he had me. There was nothing Bret could do to save me either.
TBC
Genre: Suspense/romance Warnings: Slash, sex, kinky sex... Dominatrix!Shawn
Chapter 28
I picked up Shawn about half way up the hill and was carrying him in my arms. "I can't believe I said it..."
"Feels good to be in love, huh Bret?" Shawn asked as he threaded his fingers through my hair.
"Yeah- shoulda said it alot sooner."
"Yes you should have ya big ass hole!" Shawn smacked me on the back of my head. "You said you loved me and then ya took it back! Who does that outside of Mr. Shefield on The Nanny! And he's a TV character!"
I winced, yeah he had a point. I can't help it, I get scared when I fall in love, I don't want to get hurt. I always do. "I'm sorry for being a bastard about it. I really am, Shawn."
"It's okay Bret! I knew you'd come through for me one day..."
We spent all day toegther, stealing Christmas cookies while my mom wasn't looking, stealing kisses when my dad wasn't looking. My god, I've never been so happy... As we lay in bed, me holding him tight in my arms, I made up my mind. I had to be with him. Forever. I moved out of the bed, kissing his forhead gently. I smoothed some hair from out of his face and moved out of the bed.
Shawn stirred slightly but didn't awaken. Good thing too. I left thr room quietly and headed to my parent's room. I knocked on the door lightly and waited.
My dad opened the door- he looked pretty ticked. Well, I guess I'd be too considering I'm waking him up at oh... 2 AM? "Dad, I gotta talk to you..."
"This better be good, boy." He said and shut the door over. "What do you need?"
"I love Shawn, dad." I said as we walked down the hall. It wasn't too cold outside so we sat down on the porch. It was a clear night- the sky dark and dotted with stars and lights from Calgary in the distance. Beautiful. I loved nights like this one, and it seemed like one that was going to be burned in my mind forever.
"So you love him?" My dad sat on a rocking chair, while I took a spot on the stairs.
"Yeah, I do. With all my heart. I love him so much it almost hurts to look at him. So I was going to ask you... Do you still have great grandma's ring?"
Dad sighed heavily, rocking back and forth. "I've been waiting for this day along time when one of you kids would come looking for the ring... You're going to make your folly with Shawn an actual relations ship. You love him so much you want to marry him."
I rested my head against the porch, shutting my eyes in thought. "I do want to marry him. It's scares the ever loving hell out of me, but I do."
"Mmhmm. So my son wants to get married. I've been wondering when you'd get along to tieing the knot with somebody. I remember when you and your brothers would run around the house with your cowboy hats and the little plastic guns. You wanted to be a cowboy so bad when you were five. Never did I ever imagine that you'd want to marry a yahoo from Texas... But here you are, ready to marry Shawn Michaels."
I laughed a little. "Yeah, who would have thought that?"
The door opened, and Shawn came out on to the porch in a full length robe, slippers, one of my jackets on and another one in his arms. "If you're going to be crazy and sit out here in the cold in the dead of night- at least wear a jacket, okay?" He padded over to me and drapped the jacket around my shoulders. "Crazy Canadians." He said with a sigh and hugged my coat closer to his body as he went back inside.
"Thanks Shawn!" I called after him.
"Doesn't like the cold much now does he?"
"Nah... But he lives in a place that's at least 80 degrees at all times. Heh. I remember this one time when we were in Maine in the middle of winter... He was so cold he wore two pairs of pants and three sweaters the whole entire time. I shared a room with him during that tour- I think during the night he came over and stole a whole bunch of my blankets off of my bed. So I guess we'll be looking for a house in a warmer climate than Calgary- unfortunately." That kind of made me a little sad... I love this place with all my heart.
"Well maybe you can make a comprimise. Marriage is all about comprimise, Bret. Now, lets go get your great grandmother's ring before Shawn gets wind of what we're talking about."
I followed my dad back into the house, and down to the dungeon. He moved a side a panel, revealing a small wall safe. After a few minutes of fiddling, my dad had pulled out a faded velvet box. "I figured Bruce would want this... And then Keith- but your older brothers surprised me. They all wanted new rings."
He gave me the box and I eagerly opened it up. It was absolutely stunning- a claddagh ring in silver with a bloodstone heart. "It's beautiful..."
"And about 100 years old, Bret."
I fingered the box for a second then put it in my pajama pants. "Thanks dad. This means alot."
He put a hand on my shoulder and squeezed it a little. "I'm proud of you. Now go up there and make me prouder."
I grinned and nodded. Of course I wasn't going to ask him now- Tomorrow. At the carnival. I have never been so excited in all my life! Not even when I got my first title run... This pales in comparison to that, and that's one of my favorite memories!
Shawn's POV-
I went upstairs and back to Bret's room. Geez, they must have a second layer of protective layer of skin or something. Brr.. It's way too cold out here! I don't know how they survive it. I curled into the bed, thrwing every blanket on top of me. I snuggled down deep, falling asleep quickly.
It was so dark.. Dark inside my dream. I was all alone, until I felt his arms tight around my waist. "Bret..." I sighed happily, sinking into his embrace. I felt his arms leaving me slowly, and then darkness slowly began to over take me. I sunk down deep into blackness until I could see or hear nor more. I stayed there alone, painfully alone and terrfied. Until I saw something off in the distance. It looked something was burning... It was coming closer... Oh god, I know what that is. It was infront of me now- Undertaker's bizzare symbol, burning in in white, red, and black flames. I choked on my breath and screamed.
I woke up thrashing about, and felt arms holding me tight. I whimpered and opened my eyes, coming face to face with Bret. My god, I almost started crying I was so happy to see him...
"Shhh, baby... Shh.. I'm here okay?"
"It was so scary, Bret.."
"It was just a nightmare Shawn. It's all over..."
I just hugged on to him tighter... Was it really over? Taker was never going to stop until he had me. There was nothing Bret could do to save me either.
TBC