Title: In His Smile

Author: Diabolus Ruina

Pairing: John Cena/ Shawn Michaels

Disclaimer: I do not own any wrestlers; they all belong to the McMahon Empire. Except for Shawnie! He's mine -looks at scary lawyers- or not...

Warnings: This story is slash, people! If you didn't get that from the pairing, then there may not be any hope for you... If you flame me, please don't flame because of the slash. There will also be a fair bit of language used.

Summary: "It's the dimples... that's the reason. It has nothing to do with how blue his eyes are, or how built his body is, those dimples would melt anyone into a pile of goo."

Notes: Alright, I've changed my mind about a couple things. First of all, the roster split is in effect, there's just a few people I'm switching around. I've also changed this line from the last chapter: Everyone knew that Chris Benoit was one of the guys in the company who was always respectful to the Divas. 'As opposed to some of the other guys...' Shawn mused, thinking of guys like Copeland and Chris Masters who sometimes wouldn't take no for an answer when it came to the women in the company. I've changed Copeland to Snitzky because I decided there are an under abundance of fics where Edge is good. Therefore, he will be nice in this fic, and for future reference, the one John was so overjoyed to have beat the crap out of was Murdoch. I'm saying pretty almost everyone who is married in real life is not married in this fic, because, Hey! I can. For the purposes of this chapter, DX never went on Unlimited to acknowledge how Montreal seemed to forgive Shawn. I would also like to thank SRC for writing a wonderful Shawn/John fic and inspiring me to write this. Thanks a lot!

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"I do hope management puts us together more often," Shawn said as Amy walked away, having gotten the obligatory hugs and well wishes for her date. "I think the crowd reacted really well."

"Yeah," John agreed. "Extremely well, considering I got about 90 percent boos the first time I went out. Either they really like you guys, or they just took major exception to Adam dissin' Montreal."

"Well, this is Montreal, so I'm gonna go with the latter. They can't stand me here."

"At least you guys get positive reactions from more than just kids under seven and women. Not that you guys don't get the soprano squealers," John hastily added. "It's just that everyone else cheers you too." John wondered vaguely why his stomach seemed to clench at the thought of all of Shawn's female admirers. He decided he didn't really want to focus on that at the moment. The feeling felt a bit too much like jealousy for his peace of mind.

"Hey," Triple H said reassuringly as he patted John on the shoulder. "The fans are unpredictable. Not to mention, with people like Jeff and Rey on the roster, they tend to lean more towards wanting to see the high - flying, flippy daredevils. Hell, Rob gets so many cheers, pretty much anybody he faces ends up as a heel by default. Big, strong guys just aren't... 'in' right now, I guess." Neither John nor Hunter noticed the way Shawn was glaring at the Game's hand still on John's shoulder.

"Wow." John paused for a second. "You know Hunter, that was deep. I feel all warm and fuzzy inside now." He threw a smile at the Cerebral Assassin.

"Shut up!" Hunter said with a laugh and a shove to the shoulder his hand had been on. "You try being all insightful and supportive when your gimmick is to say 'suck it' to your bosses every week."

"You know, I would, but I'd get fired. Why wouldn't Vince just do that in the first place?" John mused aloud. "I mean, he articulates-"

"- Ooo, big word-"

"Shut up, Hunter, expresses every week that he's the owner of the company; why can't he just fire the both of you and be done with it?"

"Uh, because he's evil?" Shawn asked mockingly. "John, this is wrestling. It's not supposed to make sense. Ever wondered why we could hear Kane's voices before his movie released, even though technically if their his voices in his head, then why would we hear them if they're inside his head? Or what about-"

"Alright, I get it," John interrupted with a huff. "I was just thinking."

"Did it hurt?"

"Hunter," John began seriously. "I refuse to lower myself to exchanging 5th grade jokes with you. That said, guess what?"

"What?" Hunter drawled, suspicious as Shawn cringed in expectation.

"Chicken butt."

Shawn groaned and began heaving obviously fake sobs. "Oh, no, Johnny we've lost you! Oh, the pain, the tragedy..."

"To lose John?" The Game snorted. "More like 'the elation'."

"Yes, to lose John." Shawn waited a beat before punching Hunter's shoulder. "Jerk."

"You know, Shawn, you can call me an asshole. I promise, I won't bring the wrath of God down upon you."

"But Hunter!" Shawn made a scared face. "That's a bad word," he whispered before giving a laugh. "D'you think the fans will ever realize that's a gimmick? I'm dying to say 'shit' or something on camera just to see the fans faces."

"Shawn, these are the people who still think you're married. Somehow, I don't think they'll get the fake Christian thing," John said skeptically.

"Yeah," Hunter agreed after taking a glance at his watch. "Hey, I gotta go pick up Lilian." Hunter referred to his wife with a smile on his face. "But I'll see you guys next week. John, you have a Smackdown! appearance, right?"

"Yup." John nodded. "Hey, do you think Batista will be there-"

Hunter and Shawn both whapped him over the head.

"I was going to ask you to say 'hi' to him for me, but now I think you should just stay as far away from him as possible," Hunter concluded, still sending the grinning champion distrustful looks. "I don't trust you not to make him run away in terror."

"Awww, but Tripsy," John mock whined, smirking slightly.

"No." Hunter nodded his head decisively. "Just stay near Matt, Jerky, or Helms, and I'll have to hope they keep you distracted and out of trouble."

"Um, Hunt, Jericho'd probably encourage him," Shawn commented. "He might even, like, get Batista alone somewhere and shove him into a room and 'accidentally' lock him in so John can 'coincidentally' come upon him."

Hunter looked incredulous. "If Dave is stupid enough to go somewhere alone with Jericho, he deserves what he gets. See you guys later!"

"Yeah."

"See you," came the respective replies.

As Hunter left, John turned to Shawn with puppy dog eyes.

"I won't hurt him, I promise, Dave's my best buddy in the whole wide-"

"No!"

"Dammit, I thought you were out of earshot!" John scowled at Hunter, frustrated.

Hunter smirked deviously. "Never underestimate the power of the Game!" he said dramatically. His act was interrupted by a snort from John.

"Right, the power of the Game is absolutely awe inspiring. Really."

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I hope everyone enjoyed this chapter! If anyone sees any errors or has any suggestions for better titles, let me know. Hell, if you think the title's fine, let me know in a review! 97 hits and only 2 reviews -winces- Ouch... if you hated the story, you can tell me. I promise I won't cry... much. -sniffles-

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