A/N: I do not own any of the characters or people in this story. It is all fiction, as in not real, just my imagination. Hope you all enjoy... =)

"Baby, what was Shane like growing up... you know, when he was with girls?" Paul asked his wife. They had just gotten home from the hospital, and Stephanie had went straight to preparing dinner since it was starting to get late. Paul was sitting at the kitchen table watching her, like he always did. It was something so theueputic and calming to him about watching Stephanie, when she was not business-Steph, but just Stephanie, his wife and best friend... His Stephanie. Watching Stephnaie was certainly working at calming him down right then as he thought about Shane possibly being abusive towards Lynn.

Stephanie furrowed her eyebrow in confusion, "What do you mean?"

"Like how was he in relationships?" He was trying to phrase his question lightly without flat out asking if Shane ever beat the shit out of any of his ex-girlfriends. "How did he court girls, and how did he treat the ones that he was in relationships with... was he a gentlemen, a player, a fraternity boy...?"

"Why are you asking me this?"

"Just asking. I was sitting here trying to picture what Shane was like with women as a youngster. Attempting to see how far he has come as a husband and father. Just pure curiosity."

"I see." The brunette was quiet for a moment, as she slowly thought back to her younger years around her older brother. "Shane was smooth with the ladies. Women flocked to Shane, because he was boyishly good looking and he was a gentlemen... at least when he was with them, but there were quite a few them."

"What do you mean? He went through a lot of women... or he had a lot at the same time?"

"Both. Shane would have at least three girlfriends at once, and yes he did go through quite a few women in his day."

"Wow."

"Yeah. Shane has always been a charmer with the ladies. He knows what to say and how to say it to win them and keep them. With Shane it was a matter of treating them with respect while he wanted to keep them around, but once he was done with them, it was time to treat them like sluts and leftovers."

"So he was a gentlemen to the ones he wanted to keep, but an asshole to the ones that he wanted to get rid of?" Paul asked, rhetorically. This was interesting information for him to find out, because maybe Shane didn't want to keep Lynn anymore. The asshole was probably ready to get rid of her. Paul was getting even more and more pissed, but he couldn't let Stephanie see that. God knows that woman could read him like a book. No matter how much he tried to hide his feelings and emotions, she would always call him on it.

"What's wrong, Paul?" The blonde man internally cursed himself. How ironic, he thought to himself.

"Nothing, why do you ask?" He tried to be smooth with it.

"You seem tense and plagued."

"How can you see that from way over there?"

"You're my husband... I can tell when something is wrong with you a mile away. Not to metnion that your jaw always sets when you get angry, and your shoulders bulk up like the hulk. Now stop trying to redirect the subject. What's going on?" He watched as his wife made her way over to him while drying her hands with the kitchen towel. She would definitely pick up on his anger once she got close up on him. He had to keep her off of his scent though, no matter how much she insisted that something was wrong. This was one time he would not give in... at least until he had solid, hard evidence.

"I'm just worried about Lynn that's all." Well, he wasn't completely lying. He had been worried about his sister, ever since he had received the phone call that she was in the hospital. He just could not kick the feeling that Shane had more to do with Lynn's visit to the hospital than he was letting on. Something in his gut was telling him that Shane Brandon McMahon was a conniving, sneaky, and abusive bastard that could not be trusted. Brother-in-law be damned.

"Yeah, I agree. I know how you feel. I can't stop thinking about the fact that she is in the hospital, unconscious, no less. Not to mention that she will suffer memory loss. I don't think that I will know how to handle being around her knowing that she doesn't remember me or any of the things that we have done together or been through together."

"Yeah that will be weird. It will take some getting used to... at least until her memory comes back. Plus you heard what the doctor said, we could help bring her memory back quicker by surrounding her with things and people that she is used to seeing. That would help jar her memory sooner rather than later. So we just have to follow the doctor's orders and pray for the best."

"Yeah, I guess you're right, baby."

The pair's attention was drawn to the living room area, as their doorbell sounded. Stephanie and Paul exchanged confused glances. They had not been expecting any company. Paul got to his feet to answer the door with Stephanie hot on his trail. As Paul opened the door to reveal their visitor, a scowl appeared, and just as quickly disappeared.

"Shane, what are you doing here?" Paul asked, attempting to keep the venom from his tone. He stepped back allowing his brother-in-law entrance into his home.

"Well with Lynn in the hospital, and Declan with mom and dad... I've been kind of lonely at home alone."

Paul bit his tongue at the obvious lie. Manipulative little bastard. Playing this role as a loving husband up for cover. He watched as Stephanie took the bait effortlessly.

"Awe, Shaner, come here. I'm so sorry about Lynn. I should have known how much of a toll this would take on you." The blonde man watched as the siblings embraced in a comforting hug. It made him sick to see Shane hugging his wife, brother or not.

Shane spoke after releasing his sister from their embrace. "I was just wondering if I could possibly stay the night... the doctor called earlier and said that Lynn may be released tomorrow afternoon or evening at the latest."

"Of course you can, Shane. You know you are always welcome here," Stephanie said quickly without a second thought.

"Yeah man you can stay the night. No big deal. That way we can all go and pick up Lynn together," Paul stated from his place near the front door.

The trio made their way into the living room to settle down and talk. Paul watched from his recliner chair as Shane took a seat on their couch. Paul wrapped his arms around Stephanie's waist as she settled into his lap facing her brother as well.

"So how are you two doing with everything that is going on?" Shane finallyy asked the silence got to be too much for him.

"Well how do think I feel Shane? Lynn is my sister. How would you feel if God frobif it was Stephanie in this situation?" Paul retorted, trying to contain his hostility towards the younger man.

"I hear ya' Paul. I understand, because I would be destroyed if that were Steph. Lynn is my wife, and I am suppose to be her protector, you know."

"Don't be so hard on yourself, Shane. This isn't your fault. Accidents happen. Paul and I are here for you if you need anything."

"Thanks sis. I really needed to hear that right about now."

"Your welcome and I mean it. Paul and I understand and we are here for you and Lynn."

The silence fell over all of them as each person lost themselves in their own thoughts.

"Is something on the stove, you guys?"

"Oh shit my steamed vegetables... I'll be back you two."

They watched as Stephanie made her way towards the kitchen. Paul's eyes fell onto Shane once Stephanie's was no longer in site. He sneered at the young male McMahon. He didn't try to hide the sneer when Shane's eyes met his.

"Paul, is something wrong?"

"I don't know, is something wrong? You tell me."

"What are you talking about?"

"What really happened to Lynn, Shane?"

"I already told you, she..."

"The truth, Shane. Not some lie that you had to think up on the spot."

"That is the truth."

"I don't think it is."

"What are you insinuating, Paul?"

"I think we both know what I'm insinuating, Shane."

"You think I did this to Lynn."

"Did you?"

"I would never hurt her."

"Never say never."

"I just did."

"Shane, what did you do to her?"

"Watch yourself, Paul!" Shane blurted loudly in anger.

"No, you had better watch yourself, Shane, because if I find out that you have hurt my sister in any way... I will make you pay for it."

Shane did not reply this time. The two men merely sat and stared daggers through each other from across the room. The tension eased slightly when Stephanie made her way back into the living room.

"So what is the topic of conversation now?"

"Nothing you would be interested in baby," Paul answered, before Shane could open his mouth.

"Try me..."

"It was just some man talk," Paul said, as he got to his feet and kissed her softly on the lips. "When will dinner be ready? I'm starving."

The couple made their way towards the kitchen. Shane sat silently in the living room thinking to himself. Paul was onto him now. Once Lynn got her memory back, he would have to make sure that she kept her fucking mouth shut about their little fights.