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Part Thirteen
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"Jeff!" Lita didn't realise that she wasn't the only one to shout at the younger man, but she didn't really care as she leapt up from the bed towards Shawn.
"Ugh, Li, clothes, please!"
"Oh, God!" Lita stopped and turned around, pulling the sheet off the bed to wrap around her. She knew Jeff meant nothing by it, but for him, it was like seeing his sister naked. But she didn't care, because right now, she was incredibly angry with the younger man.
"Come on," he said, reaching to grab Lita's arm. "Let's go,"
"Jeff!" At the sound of Torrie's raised voice, a sound not often heard, and therefore something to stop at, they both turned to look at her. "He was sleeping on the couch, look!" She pointed at the ruffled sheets on the small couch and Jeff at least had the courtesy to look embarrassed.
"Oops."
"Oops?" Lita said, a little too loudly for her own head. "You just knocked him out!"
"Nope, no, I'm still awake. I can't guarantee I'm completely compos mentis, but still here."
"Oh, God, Shawn are you okay?" Lita asked, kneeling on the floor beside him and brushing the man's long hair away from his face.
"Eh, ask me again later?"
"I can't believe you just did that!" Lita said, hitting Jeff as he bent down to help Shawn up.
"What? I'm sorry okay, I just-"
"Just thought that I wasn't allowed to have relationships with anyone and just in case I'd gotten drunk and thrown myself at him, you had to come save me?"
"Eh, petal?"
"What?" Lita asked, still speaking too loudly as she turned to Shawn.
"Do you actually remember last night?"
Lita squirmed. "No, why?"
"Because, and not to blow my own trumpet or anything, but-" At the look on Lita's face he smirked. "That give you a nice mental image?"
Lita looked horrified. "I can't believe you just said that!"
"Neither can I, man, that's just wrong," Jeff said screwing up his face.
"And anatomically impossible," Torrie said matter-of-factly, before a grin spread onto her face. "Unless you have a very large-" As if realising what she was saying, the blonde woman clapped a hand over her mouth as she turned scarlet. "Not that I ever think about your-I mean, I mean-"
Shawn laughed, "I'm still drunk, sweetie, and I'd wager Li is as well, you don't have an excuse."
"I-"
"Oh, he's just teasing, Tor," Lita said and smacked his head.
"Ouch! Hangover and possible concussion doesn't make me appreciate that, honey."
"Oh, God, I'm so sorry!"
"That's okay."
"Uh, you were saying?"
"I was?" Shawn frowned. "Oh, yeah, sweetie, I don't want to be rude, but if I was anyone else, the situation was likely to be exactly what Jeff was afraid of. You were beyond drunk and if I had any less willpower, we'd both have been in that bed this morning. As it is, think you could get dressed before that willpower goes away completely?"
"Somehow, with Jeff and Torrie here, I doubt that'd happen," Lita said with a blush.
"Don't count on it." Shawn mumbled, but Jeff heard him and made a mental note to have a serious chat with the man. Preferably when Shawn was completely sober and not recovering from a thumping that Jeff himself had given him - actually the latter idea wasn't quite so bad.
Jeff sighed as he helped Shawn to a sitting position on the bed where Lita sat beside him. He looked at them both and couldn't help the smile on his lips. They did look lovely together, at least they would if his almost- sister would get dressed and Shawn put on a shirt. One of the main reasons Jeff wanted them not to be together yet was mainly because he hadn't had the chance to tease Lita about it yet, and that was a brother's prerogative.
"Ouch!" Lita and Shawn put their heads in their hands as the loud ring of the telephone cut into the room.
"Guess that means I should get it," Torrie said with a smile.
As Torrie answered the phone, Lita began to collect her clothing, studiously ignoring the smirks Shawn and Jeff were sending her way. There was a pause on the phone and they all turned to Torrie who had replaced the receiver and now had a very worried look on her face. Shawn instantly sobered.
"What is it? Who was it?"
"It was the hospital," she said biting her lower lip. "Your nephew is in intensive care, so is his father. As his guardian, they want you there immediately. It's really serious, Shawn."
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End of Part Thirteen
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Part Thirteen
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"Jeff!" Lita didn't realise that she wasn't the only one to shout at the younger man, but she didn't really care as she leapt up from the bed towards Shawn.
"Ugh, Li, clothes, please!"
"Oh, God!" Lita stopped and turned around, pulling the sheet off the bed to wrap around her. She knew Jeff meant nothing by it, but for him, it was like seeing his sister naked. But she didn't care, because right now, she was incredibly angry with the younger man.
"Come on," he said, reaching to grab Lita's arm. "Let's go,"
"Jeff!" At the sound of Torrie's raised voice, a sound not often heard, and therefore something to stop at, they both turned to look at her. "He was sleeping on the couch, look!" She pointed at the ruffled sheets on the small couch and Jeff at least had the courtesy to look embarrassed.
"Oops."
"Oops?" Lita said, a little too loudly for her own head. "You just knocked him out!"
"Nope, no, I'm still awake. I can't guarantee I'm completely compos mentis, but still here."
"Oh, God, Shawn are you okay?" Lita asked, kneeling on the floor beside him and brushing the man's long hair away from his face.
"Eh, ask me again later?"
"I can't believe you just did that!" Lita said, hitting Jeff as he bent down to help Shawn up.
"What? I'm sorry okay, I just-"
"Just thought that I wasn't allowed to have relationships with anyone and just in case I'd gotten drunk and thrown myself at him, you had to come save me?"
"Eh, petal?"
"What?" Lita asked, still speaking too loudly as she turned to Shawn.
"Do you actually remember last night?"
Lita squirmed. "No, why?"
"Because, and not to blow my own trumpet or anything, but-" At the look on Lita's face he smirked. "That give you a nice mental image?"
Lita looked horrified. "I can't believe you just said that!"
"Neither can I, man, that's just wrong," Jeff said screwing up his face.
"And anatomically impossible," Torrie said matter-of-factly, before a grin spread onto her face. "Unless you have a very large-" As if realising what she was saying, the blonde woman clapped a hand over her mouth as she turned scarlet. "Not that I ever think about your-I mean, I mean-"
Shawn laughed, "I'm still drunk, sweetie, and I'd wager Li is as well, you don't have an excuse."
"I-"
"Oh, he's just teasing, Tor," Lita said and smacked his head.
"Ouch! Hangover and possible concussion doesn't make me appreciate that, honey."
"Oh, God, I'm so sorry!"
"That's okay."
"Uh, you were saying?"
"I was?" Shawn frowned. "Oh, yeah, sweetie, I don't want to be rude, but if I was anyone else, the situation was likely to be exactly what Jeff was afraid of. You were beyond drunk and if I had any less willpower, we'd both have been in that bed this morning. As it is, think you could get dressed before that willpower goes away completely?"
"Somehow, with Jeff and Torrie here, I doubt that'd happen," Lita said with a blush.
"Don't count on it." Shawn mumbled, but Jeff heard him and made a mental note to have a serious chat with the man. Preferably when Shawn was completely sober and not recovering from a thumping that Jeff himself had given him - actually the latter idea wasn't quite so bad.
Jeff sighed as he helped Shawn to a sitting position on the bed where Lita sat beside him. He looked at them both and couldn't help the smile on his lips. They did look lovely together, at least they would if his almost- sister would get dressed and Shawn put on a shirt. One of the main reasons Jeff wanted them not to be together yet was mainly because he hadn't had the chance to tease Lita about it yet, and that was a brother's prerogative.
"Ouch!" Lita and Shawn put their heads in their hands as the loud ring of the telephone cut into the room.
"Guess that means I should get it," Torrie said with a smile.
As Torrie answered the phone, Lita began to collect her clothing, studiously ignoring the smirks Shawn and Jeff were sending her way. There was a pause on the phone and they all turned to Torrie who had replaced the receiver and now had a very worried look on her face. Shawn instantly sobered.
"What is it? Who was it?"
"It was the hospital," she said biting her lower lip. "Your nephew is in intensive care, so is his father. As his guardian, they want you there immediately. It's really serious, Shawn."
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End of Part Thirteen
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