Part 8 of I've Lost My Smile

Author: Alliegirl4life

Warnings: slash mentioned frequently from now on….

Rating: M+

Pairings: Shawn/Bret

Summary: I think you get it by now…

Disclaimers: No own….and thanks for reading to all who care! Lol.

Note I: contains mature content from now on…..so you have been warned.

Note II: sorry haven't updated in a while, writer's block and I've been busy with other stories

Note III: this chapter is a rather serious one…..just keep reading and you'll see why.

Shawn opened his eyes and peered out through the window to discover that unlike the past two days that this day was cloudy. He hated cloudy days, it always seemed to make him feel more depressed than normal, which wouldn't be good in Bret's case; having to put up with him and all. It was only like nine am, but he wished it had been a lot later….he just couldn't wait to get back to work!

"Good morning….Bret….WAKE UP!" His voice boomed inside the older man's ear drum. Bret literally leaped out of the bed almost as if someone had just tried to kill him in his sleep!

"GOD DAMN you Shawn! Did you have to scare me like that?" Shawn gave him an evil grin in response.

"Yes, I did…..you know I love to pester you!"

"Well, yea….you're right," Bret commented softly while gazing into his eyes, "but for YOU that is never a hard thing to accomplish!" Shawn's grin disappeared quickly, letting Bret know that his comment was uncalled for. Then, the stinging sensation came back; although not as strong as it felt the night before, the damage Shawn had done to him was still prevalent. "Ouch! Sheesh! My god…."

"Bret," Shawn said, placing his arms around his shoulders, "are you ok?"

"Grrrr…." Bret let out while glancing at him, "no…..I think you screwed me too hard last night!" To that, Shawn couldn't help but laugh….. "Shut up! God, it's not funny! It really HURTS!"

"Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha! Wow, I must have done a damn good job then, huh?" Shawn managed to say beyond the laughter.

"NOT FUNNY!"

"YES IT IS! It is VERY FU-NN-Y!" Shawn moaned back.

"No it is NOT!" Bret argued sarcastically, "you screw faster than a damn jackrabbit in heat!"

"What-is that a bad thing?"

"…..No….I'm just saying…." Bret smiled in response.

"Good…." Shawn said, while looking down upon himself. "You want another go?" Shawn began to massage the older man's arm and just by looking into his eyes, Shawn knew what the answer was going to be. So he slowly lowered himself down below the cover of the hotel sheets and began to drag his hand up and down on Bret's now hard erection. And for some odd reason, even when Shawn had done nothing but just give Bret a slight tease, he found that Bret had been very, VERY easy to arouse! Wow, he couldn't even begin to imagine how things would have been say if he would have been accepted by the Hit Man a lot sooner. Just thinking about the possibilities made him even more aroused than he had previously been previously, and before he knew what he was doing, he reared up on Bret and began to get him from behind. To this, Bret began to moan loudly, but that still didn't seem to satisfy Shawn one bit. It was then that he decided that he wanted to try something new. "Hey, Bret…..move to the edge of the bed….." he demanded. To this, Bret turned and gave him a blank stare.

"Why?"

"JUST DO IT!" Shawn whined. Bret did as he was told and moved to the edge of the bed's frame. Shawn stepped off of the bed and proceeded to ride the Hit Man that way. However, right as they were both getting into it, Shawn accidentally bent his knees just a little too far and slammed his left, weaker knee against the solid wooden frame. Shawn let out one solid yelp before kneeling over in pain. Bret turned around just in time to see Shawn's legs buckle beneath him and fall to the floor in one huge heap. Panicked, Bret went over to check on him.

"Shawn, Shawn, are you alright…..talk to me, are you ok?" He could see the tears begin to fill the man's eyes and knew that it wasn't a good sign. Shawn then began to cry out loud.

"No! Ahh! No…..ouch!" He screamed, holding onto his left knee tightly. "Damn it, Bret….Damn it!"

"Shhhh…its ok, Shawn, just lie still and I'll go get some help…."

"GO GET HELP? Hello, we're butt ass naked in here! What are we supposed to tell anyone who walks in here?" Oh right…..Bret had forgotten about that…no one had known about the two of them yet….but hopefully that would change real soon…

"Oh yea….I forgot….ok….Shhhh….ok, I have an idea….here, put this on," Bret initiated, tossing him a t-shirt and a roughed up pair of jeans, "and I'll help you to the car…."

"Oh, alright…" Shawn complained. He pulled the shirt over his head and struggled to put the jeans on as he mumbled to himself. "Yea….this should be fun!"

"Huh, what did you say?"

"Oh, nothing….. help me up!" Bret grabbed him by the arm and hoisted him up on his feet while feeling weighted down by all of Shawn's 225 plus pounds of a body frame. Shawn let the tears fall as Bret helped down the stairs and out through the lobby, and both of them had hoped that nothing would be seriously wrong.

A While later….The Doctor's Office-

Bret's POV-

Darn it! Why now…..we only have two more days until we have to show up for Raw and this happens! It's my entire fault too, otherwise had it not been for me, he might not be stuck in this situation right now-him and his damn knee! How was I supposed to know that that thing was bothering him? Man, maybe I don't know everything about Shawn after all…I wish he would have told me about this…..maybe we could have prevented this, and the humiliation that comes with it….I look at the secretary sitting behind the large barrier directly in front of Shawn and I as she takes down some quick notes.

"Ok, so what is your problem, sir?" She asks Shawn, like as if she can't tell!

"Can't you see my knee is in pain, ma'am?" Shawn lets out while seething in pain. "My knee….damn it, my knee, you freaking asshole!" The secretary gasps in shock as I attempt to calm him down…I then look around to see everyone else inside the waiting room staring at us….Great!

"Listen, miss, we're terribly sorry, but can't you see he's in a hell of a lot of pain over here….so can we just send him to the emergency room?" Hoping the ditsy woman would finally get the point; I even point down to his knee and then glance back at the doctor making his way toward us. She gives us a rather nasty look before getting the doctor's attention.

"Excuse me, Doctor Bonnet," the woman calls out, "I think we have an emergency that needs taken care of…." She points to the both of us as if we're the problem…oh I don't think so, lady! But before I even get the chance to swing at her, the doctor finally allows Shawn to the back, while leaving me in the waiting room all on my own…..

Shawn's POV-

Ouch….man…this sucks! I don't want to be injured…not at this phase in my career….so much to live for, so little time…come on, just someone tell me it's not all that bad. I didn't mean to act that way in front of Bret just now, and hopefully he can forgive me, but that woman was just pissing me the hell off! I have secretly known about my knee for the past few months at least-this knee has been giving me the most problems….but it has never hurt this bad before. The doctor takes a quick look at it and just by the expression on his face, it doesn't look good. Oh no….please God, oh please….

"Mr. Michaels…..how long have you been wrestling for?" How on earth did he know I wrestled? I never listed that on the forms, did I?

"Uh, I'd say quite a while, why?" He doesn't need to know the exact number of years…and if he does, then he can just go SUCK IT! Not off of me though, that's for Bret….he-he-he….

"Well, odds are you might want to stop while you're still ahead…" WHAT? Oh HELL NO!

"What do you mean by that?"

"All I'm saying is that you'd better let me give you some X-Rays of this knee, because something tells me the damage is far worse than what we're seeing right now…." Oh my god…what an idiot! He makes it sound as if he has X-Ray vision or something….oh wait…maybe he does, I might want to be watching myself around this guy; and thinking for once, I decide to give in.

"Alright….do whatever you have to do, Doc…..I'll pay for it." I shrug my shoulders as he takes me into this one room where they do cat scans and stuff….don't ask me what it's called…I have no clue! All I know is that they wrap this lead thing around my leg and have some kind of machine –I suppose it's the X-Ray machine- surround my knee and take images of it….I'm sorry, but I'm in so much pain right now that I can't seem to think what is what around here. After several minutes of waiting, he comes back in and shows me the graphs….and they don't look good, in fact-they look horrible!

"I'm sorry, Shawn, but it looks like you have no ACL in that knee…."

"I know I don't have any ACL-I haven't had one in there for a while now."

"Well, I have to tell you one thing; I don't personally think you should wrestle anymore…." My jaw drops…I cannot believe what I hear coming out of this man's mouth.

"WHAT? But doctor…..I can't quit now….."

"Shawn, I'm sorry…..but I'll have to recommend that you stop doing possibly more damage to that knee…." Man, he looks devastated….I so want to cry…how to explain this to Bret-better yet, how to explain this to Vince. Oh boy, I can just imagine that conversation now….

"….Ok….." I manage to say beyond the tightening feeling in my throat. I then make my way out towards the waiting room to break the news to Bret….

"So…..how is it?" He asks, hopeful. I look at him and suddenly look away…I think he knows….. "Oh no….Shawn…what did he tell you?"

"I….I can't do it!" I lean my head against his shoulder and begin to sob….the secretary fills out the bill and lets us leave….while Bret helps to carry me through the door using all of his strength. Once out the door and into the parking lot…I finally break the bad news to him.

"Shawn….but what-what about us….? How is this going to affect us? If you have to leave wrestling….you'll have to leave me, and I don't want that to happen…."

"I know….but I don't know what else to do…..what is Vince going to say? I'm supposed to be the Champion for Pete's sake! And you know how much I love that!" I see Bret suddenly look away and roll his eyes slightly.

"Yea……I, I know…."

"Bret-what's wrong? What did you just roll your eyes at me for?"

"I didn't roll my eyes….. I'm just devastated, I don't want to leave you….and I don't want you to leave me, that's all." Wow, he really has grown attached to me in the last few days, hasn't he? Not like I haven't grown attached to him as well but something has been bothering me as of recent…..my mind hasn't been on the thought of Bret like it should be. Rather, it's on something else…..but I can't tell anyone, not even Bret…god, he'd kill me if I told him. Silence fills the car on the way back to the hotel as there is nothing else to say. My knee is throbbing but I guess I can tolerate it until Monday….heck, it's already what day of the month-like the end of January, isn't it? Man….so many weeks left until Wrestle Mania 13…..and I still have yet to tell him that I don't want to drop the belt to him ……I mean I love him, but I can't bear to part with my newly found prize that I've worked so hard to obtain. The car is put into park as I unlock my door and climb out of the car steadily. If only I hadn't become adventurous while in the bed earlier….me and my stupidity! "It's ok…I got you….hold on to me." I grab onto his waist as he helps me through the hotel and up the stairs into our room. It is such a hard stair case to climb, but I somehow manage….somehow. After what seems to take forever and a day, we finally make it through the front door of our room-thank god! I plop down upon the bed as Bret wraps the covers around me, helping me fall asleep faster. He wishes me sweet dreams before I close my eyes….but not before thinking of him first…yea…not before thinking of him…..and a smile sweeps my face as Bret makes his way into the bathroom, being completely unaware of the fact that the person I was just thinking about, wasn't him at all….But rather…someone else….

A/N: ok….end of part 8! Sorry such a sad chapter, I know…..but if you don't like this….it's only going to go down hill from here……any requests will still be taken…I'm always up for reviews as well, so how about you send me some! Thanks!