Hello everyone! Did ya miss me? (smiles sheepishly) Honestly, I had to vanish for a while because I was at my parent's house for these past few weeks, and they only have dial up...on one computer. It's sad, and my laptop can't connect anyway, so there was no hope of updating.
But! I anticipated that and left you all with a nice little cliffhanger... Please don't kill me. (laughs) Your comments brought me much pleasure because, as I admitted earlier, I'm something of a sadist. Bad, bad, Lucinda. But, honestly, thanks for sicking with me 'till now. I really appreciate it.
Anyway, here's the next chapter, and, as a present to you all for me being such a bastard/evil woman, I'm going to post a "lost chapter" of To Be Loved as a separate story, so check it out!
Enjoy!
Triple H was so happy. He had waited forever, it seemed, for this day to come. Thoughts of returning to the ring, and more importantly, to Shawn, was what hastened his recovery, what drove him to push himself harder than ever in rehab. By the end, his quad was 100, and even the doctors were impressed.
But none of the mattered, at the moment. Hunter was back with Shawn--his Shawn--and that fact made everything seem suddenly and infinitely better.
"Wow, you look great Shawn," he said, laughing and pointing at HBK's unbuttoned jeans. "What, did you know I was coming?" He joked as hugged him again, kissing him on the forehead, crushing him against his chest. "God, I'm so glad to see you!" He nuzzled his face in Shawn's hair, having been bereft of the sweet scent for so long, and sighed happily.
Shawn, meanwhile, was horrified and stiff in his friend's embrace. "Ummm… Hunter," he began in a soft voice, trying to steer him out of the room, although once he got him outside, he had no idea what he was going to do. Miraculously, though, he hadn't seen Mark yet…
"What the hell?!" Triple H yelled all of a sudden, and Shawn felt the blood drain out of his face. "What the HELL IS THIS?! Is that the Undertaker?! In your bed?!" He pulled back and grabbed Shawn hard by the shoulders. "Shawn, what is this?!" When he received no answer, he shook him hard, and Shawn looked ready to cry. "Tell me this isn't what it looks like, " he pressed, unknowingly gripping the other man's arms even tighter. "Shawn…"
"Hey, leave him alone," the Undertaker ordered, having slipped into his pants again. He could see the pain in Shawn's eyes, the small bruises beginning to form on his arms, and it was making him furious.
Triple H turned his angry gaze on 'Taker and released Shawn.
"What the fuck is this?!" he yelled, stepping over to him, gesturing at the shirts on the floor, the buttons, and the tangled sheets. "Shawn is mine… What the hell are you doing here with him?! Were you two having sex?" His face reddened as he became more angry by the second. Desperately, he looked from the Undertaker to Shawn, and saaw the same expression on their faces. "I knew it! I fucking knew it!"
Shawn shook himself out of his frozen state. "No, Hunter, we haven't done anything yet!" He looked down at the floor, voice dropping to a whisper. "And I thought… I thought someone would have told you by now…" He looked up into Triple H's burning brown eyes. "Please, just hear me out--"
"Shawn Michaels, I'm going to kill you slowly," the Game seethed, and Shawn whimpered. "But first, I'm going to kill your slut over there."
"Slut?!" the Undertaker growled, stomping over to Triple H. "Who the hell do you think you're talking to?!"
Triple H smiled, a defiant grin, laced with malice. "I'm talking to you…Slut." Before he could say another word, the Undertaker's fist smashed into his face, and he was stumbling into the wall, feeling his head spin and blood pour from his nose. Growling, he tackled the Deadman down, both men punching at one another, both trying to gain the upper hand.
Shawn, watching all of this from the doorway, was horrified. Triple H was his best friend, he loved him…but he loved Mark too!…
"Stop it, you two!" he yelled, not daring to go near the scuffle at first. "Stop it! Stop fighting!" He saw Hunter's head get slammed into the dresser, and then watched with wide eyes as the Undertaker was hit with a vase. Blood trickled from his forehead onto the carpet.
'They're going to kill each other!' Shawn thought, panicking. 'I'm gonna be sick…' But as they continued to pummel one another, he began to get angry as well, and his fury was only growing as the two men on the floor continued to beat the hell out of one another.
Taking a deep breath, Shawn ran over to the fighting men and used all his strength to tear Triple H off of the Undertaker, surprising both of them as he sent the Game stumbling into the dresser.
"STOP IT, BOTH OF YOU!" he yelled, and both men froze completely. Shawn never yelled…not unless he was really, really pissed off.
With a look of perfect fury on his face, he slapped HHH hard, leaving a palm-sized red mark on his cheek, and then did the same to Undertaker, whose eyes went blank at the blow, and with enough force to turn his head.
"Look, both of you need to stop it! You're going to kill each other, and then neither of you can be with me! Do you think I want that? Do you think I want the two people I love most in the world killing one another? Over me? Me?!" He blinked back tears, scowling at them. "If you love me, if you both truly love me, you'll stop fighting so that I can explain things! Until you're ready to do that, I'm gone."
With those words, he stormed from the room, slamming the door, leaving a long and painful silence behind him.
The Undertaker blinked, placing his hand where Shawn had hit him. "Why'd he slap me?" he asked aloud, standing up slowly.
"Because he's my best friend, and you were attacking me," Triple H said, giving the Undertaker a dirty look.
"He slapped you too, asshole."
Hunter growled. "Fuck you," he mumbled, stumbling for the door. "Look, we can't start fighting again--we have to find Shawn. He's really mad."
The Undertaker sneered. "No shit, Helmsley. But what are we going to do when we find him? Apologize? I doubt that'll help things."
"Look, I don't know…let's just find him first!" The Game walked quickly from the room, stopping the flow of blood from his nose with a handkerchief, the Undertaker in close pursuit. He looked to the left and right, but saw no sign of Shawn. "Where do you think he is? This is a big hotel…"
The Deadman laughed. "Like I'd tell you. Go find him yourself, dumbass, I know where he is."
"Then I'll just follow you," HHH said with a smirk. "I want to find MY Shawn and tell him how sorry I am for hurting his slut." His grin widened as the Undertaker's eyes flashed with anger. "You know he's going to get rid of you now that I'm back, right? You're nothing more than a quick fuck to him. "
The Undertaker clenched his fists as his face reddened. Triple H had hit a soft spot. "We'll see about that," he said in a low, murderous whisper. Then a small, evil smile crossed his face. "And, from what Shawn has told me, I'm not the slut here. Tell me, Triple H, how was it that you got your 1st, 6th and 9th title reigns again, hmmm?"
Now Triple H reddened, and went to strike the Undertaker, but stopped. He could kick his ass later, or so he reasoned. Right now, he needed to talk to Shawn. "Fine then, we're both sluts." He chuckled at the thought, and it lightened his mood slightly. "Hey, I guess we're fighting to see who's going to be Shawn's slut now, eh?"
The Undertaker smiled, teeth flashing in the light. "Well, when you put it that way, I guess so." He nodded slowly. If HHH was willing to be a good sport about it, he was too. Not that he had any intention of losing Shawn. "Follow me," he said, turning around and walking down the hallway, making his way to the room he knew Shawn was taking refuge in.
When the voices outside vanished, the other doors opened, and several WWE Superstars looked out.
"Holy shit," Edge said aloud, voicing what everyone was thinking.
"Hunter's back," Randy whispered. "Did you hear that fight?"
Beth rolled her eyes. "Who didn't hear that fight?" she asked sarcastically, and everyone began talking at once.
"Damn, 'Taker is so dead; no one comes between Shawn and Triple H!"
"I still think Shawn's just fooling around with the Deadman. Hunter's right: Now that he's back, he's gonna drop 'Taker like bad habit."
"I don't know… They looked pretty serious to me."
"And what do you know?"
From his bed, Batista heard bits and pieces of the conversations, and couldn't stop a small smile from crossing his face.
And from his own room, Kane heard everything, and sighed, staring up at the ceiling.
He knew things would only get worse from here.
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