I own none of the WWE superstars (but I'd love to own Mark for a night).

Two Weeks

After that morning in the back of Glen's Durango, everything started passing so quickly. That day went by fast, and the rest of that week went by just as fast. As a matter of fact, things were like a blur for me. The one week Mark was required to stay at our house turned into two, and two quickly multiplied into more, and so on. Mark and I got closer and closer, and life was good for us...well, as good as it could be, considering the shady circumstances.

Meanwhile, as Mark and I grew progressively closer, Glen concentrated on getting better. His eyes were no longer swollen shut, and breathing on his own was leading to a faster recovery. He wasn't bleeding internally anymore, and overall, he was healing very nicely. Well, physically, at least. Other parts of him weren't healing very well, and for good reason...

"Do you think he'll freak out if I come to see him?" Mark asked me. He leaned in the corner of the elevator and pulled me against him.

I rested my head against his solid chest and sighed. "I know he'll freak out. He's still pretty pissed off at me, but more so at you."

"I understand," he said quietly, letting me go as the elevator doors opened. "But if he mentions me, let him know that I still want to be his friend, ok?"

"I'll remember that, but if I just mention you then he'll know that I'm still in contact with you and he won't take very kindly to that bit of knowledge," I pointed out. We stepped out of the elevator together and headed for the waiting room.

"I'll be waiting right here for you, Jade," he said, sitting down in a chair. He looked so incredibly sad, like he had lost his best friend...and he had.

I wanted to comfort him, to just put my arms around him and let him stay there, but I knew I couldn't, at least not in public. So I just touched his shoulder, gave him a little smile, and started walking in the direction of Glen's room.

I knocked lightly on the door to Glen's room, which was closed. After a minute with no reply, I knocked again, this time a little louder.

"Go away already!" Glen yelled from inside.

I really wanted to do just that, go away and never come back. But I knew that I couldn't just leave him alone like that at the time...or at any time, for that matter. I'd just have to deal with it all...

I opened the door and peeked in. "You really want me to go away?" I asked softly.

Glen looked over at me from the bed with cold, hard eyes, but after a minute his eyes softened and he gave a defeated sigh. "Come on in."

I came all the way into the room and shut the door behind me. I pulled a chair over next to his bed and sat down in it. "Hi," I said quietly.

"Hey," he replied, not looking at me. He reached for the remote and turned the TV on. Then he just sat there, flipping through the channels, eyes glued to the TV.

"How are you?" I asked. It was a pitiful attempt at starting a conversation, but it was all I could think of, and therefore it would have to do.

"I think I'm doing good, physically," he said, eyes glued to the TV. "The bones and bruises are healing nicely."

"That's great," I said immediately. "I'm glad that you're getting better."

"Are you?" he asked. "I mean, are you genuinely happy that I'm getting better, or are you happy because you're obligated as my wife to feel that way?"

It was partly true, but I decided to deny it to the fullest. I did love him, so of course I was genuinely happy that he was rapidly progressing towards a clean bill of health. However, the closer he got to total recovery, the closer my time with Mark came to ending, and that bothered me. I didn't want my time with Mark to end, ever...

"Gonna answer my question?" Glen asked, interrupting my thoughts.

"Of course I'm genuinely happy," I said quickly. "As a matter of fact, the only thing that would make me feel better is knowing when you'll be up and out again." And able to take care of yourself, I added mentally, and immediately I felt even more guilty than before.

"Then you'll be glad to know that in about two weeks, I'll be ready to come home," he said. For the first time since he had turned on the TV, he looked over at me. He was waiting to see what my reaction to his news would be, I could tell.

"Two weeks?" I asked with a shaky voice.

"Yeah, two weeks," he repeated. He observed me. "You don't seem very happy to hear this."

"Oh, I am happy," I said as tears came to my eyes. As they started falling, I wiped them away and smiled at him. It was a forced smile. "See, I'm so happy that I'm crying."

He gave a small smile at that and reached out for my hand. When I gave it to him, he squeezed it lightly. "We're going to start all over again, and we're going to make it," he vowed.

"You think we can really make it?" I asked, secretly hoping he would say no.

"Yeah, I think we can," he said, nodding slowly.

"But I thought you were really upset with me," I pointed out. "Last time I came to visit you, you called me the most horrible names... More horrible names than Chris ever called Steph..."

He let my hand go. "I'm not going to lie to you, Jade. I'm hurt, and I'm angry, and part of that is because of you," he said. He stopped to clear his throat before continuing. "But I don't blame you. I blame Mark for all of this, for everything!"

"Don't blame Mark for everything," I said. "He's your friend...your best friend."

"Like hell he's my best friend!" he roared. "As far as I'm concerned, I am my best friend, and Mark... Mark no longer exists to me."

"How can you say that after all the years you've been best friends with him?" I asked. "I mean, you might not want to be friends with him, but he wants to fix everything with you."

"How would you know?" he asked, glaring at me. "You still talk to him even thought I specifically asked you not to?"

"He calls every so often to ask about your condition," I said softly. It was a lie, of course. Mark was always there. He was never far away from me... Neither of us could bear to put that much distance between us. I knew I would die whenever it was time for Mark to get back on the road with the WWE.

"Well next time he calls, you tell him I said to fuck off! I wouldn't be in this situation if it wasn't for him," he said, his voice cracking. He went on in a whisper. "We wouldn't be in this situation."

"Baby, he-" I started.

"Don't defend him. Just tell him for me that he no longer exists," he said. "I don't want anything to do with him. I'm going to concentrate on getting better and on mending our marriage...because, believe it or not...I still want you. I still need to be with you... I still love you..." His eyes were wet with unshed tears, and that sight scared me.

"I love you, too," I said, but it was more like natural instinct to say it. I looked at the clock and stood up. "I'll be seeing you, baby," I said quietly, leaning down to kiss him lightly on the cheek.

"I'll see you," he replied, looking intently at me.

I could feel his eyes on me as I left the room, but I didn't look back at him. I stepped out into the hallway and closed the door behind me. I leaned against the closed door and closed my eyes, trying to swallow the lump in my throat. Glen would be home in two weeks, two weeks, and... What would become of Mark? What would become of our little affair? Would it just...end? Fade away? The thought was too much for me to handle, too absurd for me to comprehend...

I hurried to the waiting room and there Mark was, sitting in the exact same spot I had left him in. He was tapping his finger nervously on the arm of the chair, and he was staring blankly in front of him. He looked to be very deep in thought, but the moment I stepped in front of him, his attention shifted to me.

"You ok?" he asked, noticing the look on my face.

"No," I said. "Come on... Let's go."

"Ok." He got up quickly and shoved his hands in his pockets, and we walked to the elevator. We only had to wait for a minute before the doors opened. We stepped into the elevator, and as soon as the doors closed, his arms were around me, pulling me to him. "You're upset... What happened? What's wrong?"

"Everything's wrong," I replied, holding on to him as if my life depended on it. "Glen blames this whole big mess on you. He says you no longer exist to him, and he wants to reconstruct our marriage."

"That sucks, but I'd already pretty much guessed he would feel that way," he said, rubbing my back gently.

"That's not all."

"What else is wrong?"

I looked up into his eyes, those green eyes I could get so easily lost in. "He's coming home in two weeks, Mark. He's coming home."

He opened his mouth to speak, to say something, but I guess words escaped him at the moment because he didn't say anything at first. He just pulled me tighter to him, so tight that I could barely breathe It was like he was trying to fuse our bodies together and make me a part of him.

"Two weeks, huh? All we've got left is two weeks?" he asked finally.

"Seems that way," I said quietly.

He sighed. The elevator doors opened and he let me go, but I knew he didn't want to. We walked together out of the hospital and into the dark parking garage. It was always dark, even during the daytime, so he slipped his arm around my shoulder as we walked together to my Land Rover. We walked in a heavy silence, but that silence was soon pierced by the ringing of his cell phone.

"Mark here," he answered as we kept walking. He listened for a while. "Oh really? Yeah, I'm feeling ok but... So there's no negotiating this? Yeah, I know I have a contract but... Ok, I will." He hung up the phone and slipped his cell phone into his pocket. "Guess who that was?"

"Sounded like a man, but I couldn't really tell," I said. "Who was it?"

"Vince McMahon, and he had some interesting things to say..." His voice trailed off.

"Like?"

"He wants me back on the road in a week."

I stopped walking. "A week?" I repeated, looking up at him.

"A week," he confirmed, touching my face. He rubbed my cheek with his thumb. "A week."

I could feel my lips quivering. Glen coming home in two weeks sucked, but Mark going back on the road in one week was even worse... I looked away from him before speaking. "Come on, let's...go."

The ride back to house was silent. He drove with one hand on the steering wheel and the other hand holding mine. He wouldn't let go and I didn't want him to...

At the house, he pulled into the garage and the garage door closed. We sat in the car and didn't speak. Then we looked at each other, really looked. I couldn't have looked away even if I had wanted to. The man had me totally mesmerized, and it was funny because we had hated each other for so long, and now here we were...in love?

I looked away as the first tear slithered down my face.

He got out of the car and walked around to my side. Opening my door, he pulled me into his warm embrace. "Quit crying, woman," he said softly. "I'm not going anywhere yet."

"Yet," I said, clinging to him. "I don't want you to go at all... I don't want to lose you."

"I don't want to lose you either, baby, but you're not mine to keep," he murmured against my ear. "You're...Glen's."

"But I want you," I said, pulling away to look into his eyes. I cupped his face and bit my lip. "I need you, don't you understand?"

"I feel the same way," he said shortly, right before he kissed me.

"I can't lose you, Mark," I whispered between kisses. "I need you in my life."

"I know," he whispered back. He pulled away and grabbed my hand. "Come on, let's go in the house."

We hurried into the house, but we didn't make it any further than the den. Clothes were flying in all directions, and before we knew what was happening, we tumbled onto the couch, wrapped up in each other. What felt like minutes later, I was on my back looking up at him as he hovered over me.

"I don't want to let you go," he said softly. "And it's not just because of the great sex..."

"I know," I said, running my hands up his muscular arms. I reached up and pulled his face closer to mine. "But let's not discuss it right now, Mark... I just want you to..."

"I know," he said, leaning down to kiss me.

And then no other words were spoken.

A/N: The end is near, I can feel it... And also, it's in the outline, LOL! I think there will be just a few more chapters and this story will be done... I still want to do the sequels and everything, but I can't start them right now because I have sooooo many other stories to update. I also have a few where I have to figure out how to take Eddie Guerrero out without completely ruining the story. His death is a horrible, horrible tragedy. Rest in peace, Eddie, you'll be missed...