Next chapter, hope you all enjoy! Thanks to everyone who has read, and a special thanks to those who review... It means a lot to me, really. Haha, hopefully I won't screw up at the end...

Oh, and I realize that the dates of the events don't make any sense at all but...well, let's pretend that they do for now. (smiles) You'll see, it'll work out later. Also, since this IS a wrestling fan fic, there's going to be some more wrestling coming up in the next chapter. And things are going to start moving a bit more quickly, because most of the story is done. (smiles proudly)

Alright, enough talking...enjoy!

Two months.

It had been two full months since Shawn had seen the Undertaker, and he felt every single day without him right down to his core.

It had even gotten to the point that he was starting to think about Mark more than Hunter.

'This is ridiculous,' he thought with a sigh as he stood in the warm water after a hard match. 'The Undertaker is my friend… Hunter is my boyfriend…' He sighed again, shaking his head slowly before climbing out of the shower.

"I miss them," he said aloud.

"Miss who?" a voice behind him asked, and he turned to see Cena standing there, apparently having just come from his own ordeal.

"It's nothing," Shawn said with a small smile. "I'm just thinking to much. And you know what happens when I dare to think."

John laughed, nodding his agreement. "Yeah, but you looked pretty sad there for a moment." His smile faded slightly. "And out there tonight, you didn't seem to be all there when you were facing Hardy. Something has to be wrong."

Shawn gave the younger man another smile, and touched his short hair lightly. "John, don't worry about me. I'll be fine, I promise."

"Yeah, but… I want to help out if I can." Cena looked away, blushing slightly. "You're a cool guy. And… You deserve to be happy, y'know?" His blue eyes widened when he heard Shawn Michaels laughing.

"You're a good kid," the HBK said fondly, chuckling at the light that came into the younger man's eyes. "A real good kid." He gave Cena a pat on the head before heading to his corner of the locker room, noticing after a minute that the younger man was still there. "Yeeeesssss?" he asked, turning back around.

Cena chuckled, putting his cap on. "Just wondering… Need a ride home tonight?"

The SmackDown roster was filled with an air of terror. For two months now, the Undertaker had been beating most of them senseless in the ring before vanishing without a trace. From Cruiserweights, to Super Heavyweights, and everyone in between--no one was safe from the Deadman's wrath except those fortunate enough to avoid him altogether.

Kane had been one such lucky individual, but he dared not ask his brother about it, because he knew the cause all too well. He hoped that the Undertaker's dark mood would pass, because if it didn't…

Well, the last thing the Big Red Machine wanted was a repeat of what happen the last time 'Taker had brooded for too long… Then no one would be safe, not even him.

Unfortunately, as he was thinking this, he heard a cry in the hallway. The voice, he realized, was from MVP, and it didn't sound very promising. Kane couldn't care less about the man in pain, though, as his mind raced ahead to the one causing the U.S. Champion to scream.

The door to the locker room opened, and the Undertaker walked in, expression passive as always. Glen backed away involuntarily.

"Hey Bro," he began, trying to hide his unease. "That punk in the way again?"

'Taker nodded. "As always. Damn kid should know to run by now."

Kane chuckled, wondering if his brother's bad mood had finally lifted. "So…" He coughed. "Do you want to hang out tonight?"

The look Mark gave him at that moment was priceless. "What?"

"Do you want to hang out?" Glen asked again with a slight blush. "I mean, you've been brooding for a while now… I thought maybe I could…" His words fell flat in the heavy silence, and he avoided those piercing green eyes for as long as he could.

"Are you pitying me?"

Glen flinched. "No, Brother, I--"

"I think you are." The voice was closer than it should be. Kane looked up and saw his big brother standing right in front of him, eyes locking with his.

"I promise you, there's nothing to pity," the Undertaker said in a low voice. He brought a hand up to his chest and placed it over his heart. "There's nothing in here to hurt, Kane. Nothing at all."

The Big Red Machine sighed. "Please don't pretend--"

"I'm not joking."

Kane shook his head. "I know, 'Taker, but… If you deny your emotions for too long…" He saw the hand slowly curling into a fist and swallowed hard. "You're already starting to sound like him," he said bluntly.

"Like who?"

"Him."

The Undertaker shook his head. "I don't know what you're talking about, Little Brother. You're not making any sense. " A slow, small smile crept across his face. "Then again, maybe I do know what you mean. But I can assure you, the one you speak of was me, just as I am him now… I'm always the same person."

"But--"

'Taker raised his other hand for silence, smile completely gone. "Don't pity me. Pity the ones who are going to suffer if they happen to cross my path." Hus green eyes glittered dangerously for a moment. "Including yourself, if you're not careful." He turned away from his wide-eyed brother. "If you'll excuse me," he said, walking out of the room with his bag.

Kane watched him go with sad eyes, shaking his head. He didn't know whether he's should be more afraid of what his brother would do to him…or what he could do to himself if he lost control.

'He's never taken a rejection this hard before… He must really love Shawn.' Glen shook his head again, leaning back against the lockers. At first, he had thought it was a crush, maybe even an obsession, but now he realized that his brother, the Undertaker, Mark, was actually in love with Shawn Michaels!

'And I think he realizes that for certain too, now, and it's killing him inside.' He felt a flash of anger, remembering his own rejections from the past, but pushed it down. Unlike his older sibling, he could control what he had appropriately called as a child "the Madness."

"I have to talk to Shawn, and soon," he said aloud. "Something has to be done."

Shawn had just stepped out of the shower when he heard someone enter the locker room. Quickly, he wrapped a towel around himself, running it once over his golden hair, annoyance evident in his blue eyes.

'Darn, I thought I could be alone for a while,' he thought with a sigh, stepping into the main area of the locker room where his bag was located. To his surprise, he didn't see anyone but… But he could feel a pair of eyes on him, and it was making him nervous.

Shawn pulled the white towel closer around his lean body. "Anyone here?" he asked, taking a quick glance around the room, still seeing no one. He started to walk towards the closed door when something caught his eye.

"What…on Earth…?" he bent down to look at the handle--It had a handprint melted into it!

The Heartbreak Kid's blue eyes widened as he touched it slightly, feeling the melted metal cool under his fingers. "Weird," he said softly, standing straight and turning around again.

And coming face-to-chest with Kane.

Shawn jumped about three feet in the air before taking several quick steps to the side and away from the Big Red Machine.

"Way to surprise me," Shawn said in a slightly annoyed voice, feeling his heart pounding in his chest. He dared not let his guard down, because you never could be sure with Kane, but for the moment, he was too distracted to really care. "What do you want?"

Kane waved a hand dismissively. "Calm down, I'm not here to beat you up. I just wanted to ask you something."

Shawn raised an eyebrow. "Okay…"

"Have you been watching SmackDown lately?"

The Heartbreak Kid looked off to the side, sighing heavily. "No," he answered simply. "I can't bring myself to…yet."

"Why?" Kane asked, surprised to see how quickly the light could leave Shawn's eyes. Something about his expression…

"Because your brother's on that show."

Kane couldn't stop the small smile that started to form. 'Shawn's just as broken up over this as Mark. Guess I won't have to muscle him into anything,' he thought, shaking his head, trying to plan his next move. His original plan had been to threaten Shawn into talking with 'Taker, so he could get over it, but now…

"Well, this may or may not interest you, but the Undertaker has been on a rampage, more or less, for the past two months." Shawn gave him a suspicious glance, but he kept going. "And I think I know why… More specifically, I think it involves you, Shawn Michaels."

"Me?" Shawn thought with a blush, shaking his head. He had almost gone a whole day without thinking about Mark…almost…and yet at the mention of his name, the man takes over his thoughts completely. "What did I do?"

'What didn't you do?' Kane thought, rolling his eyes. 'You made the Undertaker, of all people, fall madly in love with you, and then dropped him like a hot potato on a summer day. He's going mad thinking about you!'

But, the Big Red Machine held his tongue. "I don't know," he said simply. "But you should talk to him and find out. Remember what happened last time you pissed him off…"

Shawn shuddered slightly. He didn't need to be reminded of the very first Hell in a Cell match anymore than he needed to be reminded of his name.

"I guess I will," he said after a few moments of thought, ashamed at the sudden happy feeling he got at the thought of seeing Mark again. "There's a PPV in a week or two, right?"

Kane nodded. "Yes, in two weeks. And it's tri-branded. That's why I came to talk to you now. "

"Then I'll see him at the show." Shawn's blue eyes glittered for a moment, and a smile flickered across his lips. "I'll talk to Mark after our matches."

"Yes…that sounds good." Kane turned to leave the room, nodding slightly to Shawn, taking note of the slight bounce in the Heartbreak Kid's step as he reached into his gym bag.

"Those two idiots," he mumbled, shaking his head before getting into his car.

Review? Little brother to the rescue...or is he making things worse?