Chapter 11- Snapping out of it.

Outside of the locker room…

Kane, Taker and Jeff kept their distance from the door. Taker kept checking his watching and growling low towards it. It wasn't long though before Vince McMahon came strutting down the hall, he tired to open his office door and couldn't. "What the hell!" he growled, reaching for his keys he was about to unlock it before Kane pulled him away from the door.

"I don't think you want to go in there sir… Hunter and Stephanie are… busy" he explained.

Vince looked rather confused… but not as confused as Kane, he smelt something odd on his boss. Turning his attention back to Vince, he slowly inhaled the scent. Kane was puzzled. "Why do you smell like beer and Austin's… cheep…" Kane stopped himself, already knowing the answer. Taker's jaw dropped as he stared at Vince.

"EW!" Taker said aloud which brought Jeff into a fit of snickering. Never in his whole career has he heard the Undertaker announce 'Ew' and mean it.

"It's not what you think… it is just business" Vince said trying to defend his actions.

"Business my ass!" Taker growled. However he was more startled to see Vince look behind him and stare at his ass.

"Indeed" McMahon said with a sly grin before walking away.

Taker looked to Kane with the most mortified look. "I am never going to look at McMahon the same way again!"

"Same here, I swear I smelt lube on him too" Kane muttered.

Meanwhile…

It seemed like hours, Hunter only remembers passing out next to his wife, only to wake in a soft bed. Slowly he stirred, and then sat up in a cold sweat. "Hunter? What's wrong?" Stephanie asked.

Looking about he noticed he wasn't in a locker room; he was in a bed… a hotel room rather than a locker room. He smiled at first. "Nothing… I just had a strange dream is all… You know…" he said with a smile.

Stephanie sat up and eased him back down onto the bed. "How about we help you with some good dreams?" she asked. Her hands caressed his chest, but then he felt another hand… opposite to him caress him as well.

"Don't worry Hunter; I won't break your heart tonight"

"You never do Shawn" Hunter smiled back.

Shawn Michaels sat up in his bed, drenched in sweat; he looked about the room, his bed everywhere to make sure there was no one besides him in it. Muttering lowly next to him was John Cena who began to stir and wake. "Damn…" John growled as he sat up in bed. Looking beside him, he noticed Shawn wide awake and scared as hell. "What's with you man?"

"I… I don't know…" Shawn muttered lowly. "I had such a dream… it… almost felt real… I must be going crazy!"

John only shrugged his shoulders to him. "It's best to think it never happened. Just move on if it's one of those dreams you don't want to remember" he said.

Shawn agreed full heartedly, he lay back down on his bed yet remained awake. "John… Ever heard of Slash stories?" he asked.

"I'm heard of Slasher ones, the horror stories… but naw, not slash. Why?"

"Never mind, forget I said anything.