Dark Saviour

Chapter 35 - What Took You So Long?

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Shawn sat in the hotel room with Rey, twiddling his fingers. Matt sat across from him, also twiddling his fingers. The television flickered in the corner, playing some sort of movie that neither man could identify. They were both waiting for Rey to show up since he had volunteered to stay behind at the arena and wait for Jeff. Matt could see that Shawn was very impatient for Rey to return.

"He'll be back shortly," Matt said, trying to calm Shawn down.

Shawn nodded slowly. "I know he'll be back soon. I just hate waiting for him."

Matt smiled at Shawn's obvious attempt to hide his worry. It was unusual for Shawn to travel anywhere without Rey at his side. The man could be severely injured and yet he would still travel around the world with Shawn. Matt guessed that it was more in the interest of watching over the more energetic man then merely to keep each other company.

Those two really do love each other. I hope Jeff can find someone that loves him like that, Matt thought to himself. At least someone who wouldn't get himself kicked off the show, he added as an afterthought.

"What are you smiling at?" Shawn asked suddenly.

Matt shook his head. "Just thinking about my brother."

"Oh? Do dish," Shawn chuckled, crossing his legs.

Matt smiled at Shawn's eagerness. "It's nothing really."

"Please?" Shawn pleaded, giving Matt the puppy dog eyes.

"Oh, all right," Matt rolled his eyes. "I was just hoping that he'd find someone as good to him as you are to Rey."

"You're joking."

"No, I'm not," Matt shook his head. "I'm telling the truth."

Shawn raised a doubtful eyebrow. "I don't think so."

"Ok, I was hoping that Jeff would find someone like Rey," Matt sighed, finally giving in to Shawn's pleading.

"Yeah, Jeff would be lucky to find someone as good as Rey." Shawn agreed. "I mean he does this one thing in bed . . ."

"Please don't tell me about your sex life," Matt interrupted quickly.

"Who says I was talking about my sex life?" Shawn asked, his curiousity peaked.

"Good guess," Matt shrugged.

"Yeah, it is a good guess," Shawn smiled. "Considering I wasn't talking about my sex life. I was talking about his cute sleeping habits."

Matt rolled his eyes; not believing for one second that, that was all Shawn was going to talk about. The man never talked about something that simple. "Of course you were."

Shawn was about to reply when the door opened and he let out a shrill squeal that reminded him of the teenage girls in high school that would squeal every time one of the popular guys walked by and happened to glance at them. Rey was clearly taken aback by the sudden noise, since he nearly fell on his back as Shawn jumped into his arms.

"Um . . . hi, Shawn," Rey stammered as he staggered under the sudden weight.

"Hello, sweetie!" Shawn smiled, holding onto Rey tightly.

"Uh," Rey said, looking at Matt for some clarification as to what was going on.

Matt merely shrugged his shoulders at the two of them. "Should I leave you two alone?" he asked innocently.

"That's not necessary," Rey replied as he tried to untangle himself from Shawn.

Matt raised a brow at Rey. "I doubt that you would like an audience."

Shawn turned slightly to look at Matt while still holding on to Rey as though his life depended on it. "I wouldn't mind an audience."

Both Rey and Matt turned a shade of crimson as they both blushed at Shawn's comment.

"Though you might like one, I don't want to be apart of that audience," Matt said slowly, trying not to choke on his words.

"Anyway," Rey said, rolling his eyes slightly. "Can we get off the topic?"

"Yes, please," Matt nodded in agreement.

"Oh, fine," Shawn pouted, finally letting go of Rey to cross his arms. "Rain on my parade."

Matt was about to roll his eyes before he realized something. "Um . . . Rey?"

"Yeah?" Rey asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Where's Jeff?"

"Uh . . ."

"Yeah, where is that guy?" Shawn asked, looking around the room. "Weren't you supposed to bring him back here?"

"I did," Rey said, looking away from both of them.

"Then where is he?" Matt asked.

"He . . . uh . . . he was tired so he went to his room to relax a bit," Rey replied, still not meeting the other men's gaze.

"I should go check up on him," Matt replied as he got up to head to the door.

"No," Rey said quickly, moving to stand in front of Matt. When the taller Superstar raised an eyebrow in confusion, he added, "Jeff said that he just wanted to rest for a bit and that you should stay here for supper."

Matt looked at Rey, not quite believing what he was being told. "I think I'm going to talk to Jeff first."

"Why don't you believe me?" Rey asked, looking hurt.

"I'm just worried about him."

"So, why don't you just trust me and take my word that he's safe?"

Matt sighed, knowing that he would never win this fight. Even though he knew that Rey was keeping something from him, he new Rey wouldn't budge on the topic.

Maybe Jeff's found some knew guy to hang out with and doesn't want to weird me out, Matt shook his head at that thought. If Jeff found someone to replace Mark, it would merely be as a fuck buddy and Jeff would never take a fuck buddy on. That's just not like him.

"So, what would you like for dinner?" Rey asked, rubbing his hands together.

"I know what I want but I'm not allowed to have it," Shawn pouted.

"We have company tonight, Shawn," Rey scolded softly.

Shawn shrugged. "So?"

Rey shook his head and looked up at Matt. "Do you have any real suggestions?"

Matt shrugged his shoulders. "I don't really know. We can always order in, I guess."

"Sounds like fun," Shawn's eyes shined mischievously.

"Get your mind out of the gutter," Rey chided.

Shawn pouted again in response, folding his arms over his chest with a huff. "I thought you liked my mind in the gutter."

"We have guests," Rey smiled at Shawn's behaviour.

"I thought we only had a guest, not multiple guests?" Shawn asked, tilting his head to one side.

"We do."

"Then why did you say guests?" Shawn asked, smiling. "That refers to more then one."

Rey rolled his eyes and instead of answering Shawn's question turned his attention back to Matt. "What would you like to order?"

Matt shook his head, startled slightly by the question. He hadn't been completely paying attention to all that had transpired, so he wasn't expecting Rey to turn his attention back to him. "Um . . ."

"I don't know if I can order that," Shawn smiled at Matt.

Rey rolled his eyes. "Would pizza satisfy everyone?"

Both Matt and Shawn nodded and Rey walked over to where the phone sat on the nightstand. As he was ordering them, Matt sat in a nearby chair, his head resting on his fists. He couldn't quite satisfy his curiousity as to what his brother was up too. Matt felt this persistent nagging in the back of his mind to go and check up on his brother.

"Hey man, what's eating you?" Shawn asked as he stretched out on the couch.

"Nothing," Matt shook his head.

It was Shawn's turn to roll his eyes. "Come on. I'm not that stupid."

Matt sighed as he sat up and leaned his head back. "It's just this stupid feeling I have."

"What feeling?"

Matt shook his head. "I'm just worrying about Jeff. I know I shouldn't be but . . ."

"Well if you're that worried, lets go see him," Shawn said, sitting up and slapping his knee in enthusiasm.

"Really?"

"Of course," Shawn smiled as he got up. "Let's go see Jeff."

"No!"

Both Matt and Shawn turned abruptly at Rey's sudden outburst.

"Why not?" Matt asked.

"Because . . ."

"Because what?" Shawn asked, an eyebrow raised.

"Well, uh, because he's doing something that he needs to do alone."

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Cena nodded at his companion as he took hold of Jeff's arm. As his goon left the two of them, Cena led Jeff up the stairway toward his room on the 3rd floor. Jeff knew what would likely happen once they reached his room, and yet he seemed incapable of doing anything else but follow.

I'm stronger then this. I know I am. I don't need anyone to come save me, Jeff thought bitterly to himself, trying to convince himself to make a move, to resist. I'm not some stinking damsel in distress that needs his dark knight to save him.

Jeff's thoughts scattered as Cena pulled him roughly into the corridor when he began to lag behind. Jeff could swear he heard his shoulder pop but luckily it didn't feel like it was broken or dislocated. Cena stopped abruptly outside Jeff's hotel room, causing the Charismatic Enigma to hiss slightly at the pain in his wrist.

Twisting slightly, Jeff tried to free himself from the vice like grip. However, for all his efforts, he found himself nearly thrown against the wall instead, while Cena grabbed the keys from his back pocket to unlock the door. Jeff truly hoped that his room was empty. He didn't want to see what would happen if Matt had gone to the room when he didn't show up with Rey.

As Cena shoved him into the room, Jeff tried to regain his footing but quickly found himself on the floor. Jeff shook his head as Cena grabbed him roughly by the arm and pulled Jeff to his feet.

Cena took Jeff's arm and brought him closer to whisper in his ear. "You that eager to be lying down?"

"What took you so long?"

Jeff swore he felt Cena jump at the sudden sound, giving the smaller man just enough time to wrench his arm away so that he could turn and see who had spoken. Jeff blinked once, than twice just to make sure he wasn't hallucinating.

"Why the hell are you here?" Cena asked, his voice eerily flat.

Undertaker merely sat there, his feet up on the bed with his hands behind his head. His eyes were closed, seeming to ignore Cena's question. The big man seemed so at home in that position that it was hard to tell if he was even awake.

"What the hell are you doing here, you bastard?" Cena snapped, pulling Jeff behind him.

"He hurt you, Jeff?" Taker asked, now obviously ignoring Cena's question.

Jeff tried to answer but was met with a glare from Cena, which made him close his mouth again, before he could answer the question. Cena turned on the Deadman again, his frustration at having his plans interrupted plainly evident.

"You just didn't learn the first time, did you?" Undertaker sighed, shaking his head as he stretched and set his feet on the ground.

"Learn what?" Cena asked, his brow rising slightly.

Taker sighed again as he stretched his arms before standing up. "You just never learn to take a hike."

"Why would I want to go hiking when I've got a good piece of ass to fuck all night?"

Undertaker moved to stand in front of Cena, towering over the smaller man, his distaste plainly evident. "Because if you want to compete at the Pay-Per View this weekend, you'll walk away and stay away."

"You don't scare me," Cena stated, his eyes narrowing in defiance.

"You don't want to push me, John," Taker growled softly. "Because once I'm done with you, you'll think hell is heaven."

"You wouldn't dare," Cena challenged.

"Give me one good reason to punch this guy's face in," Undertaker said to Jeff, though he never took his eyes off Cena's face.

Cena rolled his eyes, trying to keep his tough guy attitude strong. Though standing in the shadow of the Deadman didn't make it easy. "Can't find a good reason yourself?"

"I'd rather have an actual reason to kick your ass, rather then just say that your face revolted me," Taker replied, smiling inwardly as he saw Cena squirm slightly.

Cena seemed to want to reply but his voice quit on him. Jeff looked between the two men, not sure what was going on. However with the look that Taker was giving Cena at the moment, Jeff wasn't about to interrupt them.

Cena looked nervously between Undertaker and the door. Clearing his throat roughly, Cena backed away from the Deadman. "I'll be back," he snarled as he quickly headed out the door.

"You come back and I'll make sure you'll never walk away again." Undertaker replied before the door closed behind Cena. Nodding his head at Jeff, Taker headed for the door himself before he felt a hand timidly encircle his wrist. Turning, he saw Jeff's hazel eyes looking up at him, the confusion and hurt swimming in their depths.

"What did you really mean when you said that he didn't learn the first time?" Jeff asked quietly.

"I meant what I said," Undertaker answered simply. "He didn't learn the first time."

"What didn't he learn?"

"Not to piss me off."

Jeff opened his mouth to respond but found that he had nothing to say to that. So, instead he shut his mouth again and continued to stare up at the Deadman in disbelief. Finally he asked, "Were you the one who beat him up all those months ago?"

"Maybe," Taker shrugged, suddenly looking uncomfortable. "There are a lot of people who want to beat him up."

"But did you beat him up?" Jeff persisted. "Were you the badass he ran into that one night?"

"What if I was?" Undertaker shrugged. "What does it matter?"

"Does that mean that what he said about Chris was true too?"

"What did he say about Chris?" Taker asked slowly, trying to keep himself under control even as his heart clenched tightly in his chest.

"That you drove him insane," Jeff answered timidly.

"What?" Undertaker snapped, forgetting himself for a moment.

Jeff swallowed slowly, afraid of Taker suddenly. "He . . . he tried to tell me that you're the reason Chris did what he did."

"I'll kill that bastard," Undertaker growled softly, his gaze narrowing in hatred.

"So what he said was true?"

"No," Taker said, running his fingers through his hair in frustration. "The idiot is feeding you lies again."

"You sure about that?"

"Yes, goddamn it!"

Jeff stood back from the Phenom, feeling guilty for putting all the hurt he saw into the big man's eyes. Undertaker stood completely still for a moment before seeming to make up his mind and headed for the door again.

Jeff quickly grabbed Taker's hand, preventing the older man from leaving. "Where are you going?"

"To finish something I should have finished a long time ago."

"Don't go and do something stupid," Jeff replied.

"I won't."

Jeff somehow didn't believe Undertaker's response. "Why don't you just beat him up in the ring? Take the title away from him."

Taker rolled his eyes. "Because I'd rather fight him on my own terms."

"You can," Jeff replied. "Just talk to Vince. I'm sure he'd understand."

"I don't think so," Taker shook his head.

"Why not?"

"Because I'm not going to talk to him," Undertaker answered simply before turning and walking away again.

At those words, another thought came to Jeff's mind. "Why didn't you talk to Vince to confirm that you'd be here?" he asked, his voice low.

"Because he doesn't need to know that I'm in town," Undertaker replied.

"Of course he needs to know," Jeff retorted. "Otherwise he'll change the match. You won't return when you're scheduled to."

"Who says I want to return?"

"You have to come back, Mark!" Jeff exclaimed. "You have to come back."

"I'm not coming back, Jeff." Undertaker shook his head slowly. "I never planned to."

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A/N: Will Undertaker come back to the WWE or will he permanently leave the company forever?