Dark Saviour

Chapter 37 - Don't Annoy the Little Guy.

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"You've got to come."

"No, I don't."

"Yes, you do."

"No, I don't."

"Yes, Mark, you have to come back!" Rey snapped. He was really getting sick of arguing with the man about this.

"No, Rey. I don't have to come back," Undertaker insisted. "There is no reason for me to return to that business."

"For the last time, I'm not talking about you returning to wrestle," Rey sighed. "I'm talking about you coming back and protecting Jeff."

"I didn't leave so that I could become a bodyguard," Taker growled.

"I'm not asking you to be a bodyguard."

"Then what are you asking?"

"Look," Rey sighed again. "There's something going on here that I know you know about."

"How do you know I know anything about what's going on over there? If you haven't noticed, I was never in the loop and that hasn't changed since I left."

"Yeah, well, when it comes to Jeff, I think you know more then you ever let on," Rey retorted bitterly.

"I doubt that," Undertaker scoffed. "He doesn't tell anyone anything. You should know that at least."

"How do you know things haven't changed?"

"Those things never change."

"It's been eight months, Mark," Rey insisted. "Things can change in that amount of time."

"Not Jeff."

Rey sighed, his frustration growing. "What if I told you John was involved?"

"John who?" Undertaker asked, his voice taking on a deadly sound.

Rey brightened a little at the sudden change in the Deadman's tone. "I think you know which John I'm talking about, Mark."

Undertaker cleared his throat roughly. "There are too many John's in that company to know which one you're talking about."

"Don't give me that bull shit," Rey snapped. "You know damn well who I'm talking about and why I'm talking about him. Now get your fat ass over here or I'll come over there and drag it here myself."

"I'd like to see you try," Taker challenged.

"Don't push me, Mark."

"I won't. Bye Rey."

"Don't you dare hang . . ." Rey paused as the dial tone sounded. "Up," he muttered bitterly as he glared at the phone.

"I take it the conversation didn't go over all that well?" Shawn asked as he stepped out of the bathroom, his damp hair clingy to his bareback.

"I don't know how Chris managed to deal with him," Rey sighed, tossing his phone aside.

"Aw, my poor Rey," Shawn pouted as he wrapped his arms around the smaller man, resting his chin on Rey's shoulder.

Rey sighed as he wrapped his arms over Shawn's. "What am I going to do with that big dummy?"

"I hope you're not talking about me," Shawn smiled playfully.

Rey chuckled softly. "No, I'm not," he said, resting his head against Shawn's.

"That's good," Shawn replied, kissing the top of Rey's head. "So, what's the battle plan now?"

Rey shook his head. "I don't know."

"You must have something in mind."

Rey shrugged his shoulders. "How can I have something in mind when I'm working with two thick headed idiots who can't see what's right in front of them?"

Shawn nodded in agreement. "That is a tough one."

Rey rubbed at his eyes, though it was made a bit awkward considering his arms were pinned under Shawn's. "I guess I'll have to try and talk to Jeff again."

"That doesn't sound like fun," Shawn pouted.

"I know, I know," Rey smiled, patting Shawn's arm. "But you know that we have to put things right."

"Yeah, I know," Shawn smiled. "I just never thought it would affect our alone time so much."

"Just think, once we crack open their heads, we will have all the alone time we want."

"Yay!" Shawn cheered.

Rey laughed as he kissed Shawn's cheek. "I knew that would cheer you up."

Shawn kissed Rey back. "You know just the thought of us alone together cheers me up."

"That's a good thing."

"But, I do have a question."

"What's that?"

"When did you start playing matchmaker with those two?" Shawn asked, his brow furrowed in confusion, even though a smile still played on his lips.

Rey shook his head and shoved at Shawn playfully. "You know that I've only wanted the best for Mark."

"That doesn't explain why you're trying to set him up."

Rey pursed his lips before replying, "Well, I would have left him alone if he wasn't being such a hard ass."

"Rey!" Shawn gasped. "Such language."

"Yeah well, he is," Rey said in his defense.

"Oh, I definitely agree with you," Shawn smiled. "I just never thought I'd hear you say it."

"Even I have my limits," Rey admitted.

"And am I ever glad that I've never found it."

Rey chuckled. "Oh, Shawn."

"Yes?" Shawn answered sheepishly.

Rey was about to respond when there was a sudden knock on the door. Both Rey and Shawn stared at the door in bewilderment. Nobody had said that they were stopping by and they very rarely received visitors' unannounced. As the seconds ticked by, both Rey and Shawn thought that their unknown knocker had left but then the knock came again and quickly grew into a pounding.

"Okay, okay, keep your shirt on," Shawn yelled over the pounding.

"Shawn? Is Rey with you?"

"Adam?" Rey asked, looking at Shawn in confusion.

"Yeah, it's me," Edge called back.

"Let him in," Rey said to Shawn, nodding at the door.

"So much for our alone time," Shawn grumbled as he opened the door to admit Edge into the room. "Why were you pounding on the door?"

"I needed to talk to Rey," Edge replied.

"I gathered that, but you could have called," Shawn retorted. "We could have been in the middle of something."

Edge looked at Shawn, who was only wearing a pair of pants and whose hair was starting to poof out slightly as it dried. "It doesn't look like you were doing anything important."

Shawn folded his arms across his chest. "I said we could have been," he huffed.

"Not with that attitude, you wouldn't be," Edge chided.

"How would you know?"

"I doubt Rey would want to sleep with you when your giving off that kind of attitude," Edge replied.

"Hey," Rey yelled. "I am in the room you know."

"I know," Edge smiled.

"Then don't talk as though I'm not here."

Edge shrugged. "I was only stating my opinion."

"Well, we don't want your opinion," Shawn muttered as he took his spot back behind Rey. As he put his arms back around Rey protectively, he asked, "So what do you want?"

"What?" Edge said, confused.

"You said you wanted to talk to me, so what did you want to talk about?" Rey asked, looking up at Edge.

"Oh, right," Edge chuckled as he ran his fingers nervously through his hair.

"Spit it out already," Shawn urged.

"Calm down, Shawn," Rey replied quietly. "Go ahead, Adam. I'm listening."

"Yeah, well, you see . . ."

"Yes?" Rey prompted.

"You know this was so much easier to talk about with Hunter."

Shawn chuckled. "Yeah, right. Like he's an easy one to talk to."

"He is," Edge insisted.

"Adam, I worked with him for over 10 years. I know what the man is like," Shawn reminded Edge.

"Yeah well, you never slept with him, did you?" Edge retorted.

Shawn tired to reply, but came up empty. Rey took this break to remind Edge why he was here.

"Right," Edge smiled. "I'm here because of Jeff."

"Why Jeff? Are you trying to date him too?" Shawn asked.

"No, not exactly," Edge replied.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Rey inquired, confusion in his eyes.

"What I mean is that I . . . I mean we . . . Hunter and I . . ."

"Oh spit it out already," Rey sighed, throwing his hands up in the air. "I'm not getting any younger."

"We think Jeff's in trouble," Edge admitted finally.

"What makes you think that?" Rey asked cautiously.

Edge looked around him nervously, as though afraid someone might hear him. "Hunter and I have heard some things."

"What things?" Shawn replied.

"We . . . we over heard Dave and JBL talking one night," Edge said.

"What were they talking about?" Rey asked.

"They were specifically talking about taking out Mark," Edge replied, looking between the two men. "And I think, in an offhand kind of way, they were talking about hurting Jeff."

"Why do they want to take out Mark and Jeff?" Rey wondered aloud.

"Well, Layfield was asking Dave why he hadn't taken them out yet. He was wondering why Mark still breathed," Edge answered.

"That's odd," Shawn said, looking between the other two men.

"It definitely is," Rey nodded. "I wonder what Mark did to them to make them angry."

"I don't know," Edge shrugged. "But they mentioned John . . ."

"John?" both Shawn and Rey asked in unison. "John who?"

Edge shook his head. "I don't know, but my guess would be Cena."

"Why Cena?" Rey asked.

"There have been little clues," Edge answered hesitantly.

"Like what?" Shawn said, his curiousity getting the better of him.

"Well," Edge paused. "I can't really go into details, but, most of my suspicions came from Mark when we last worked together."

"You mean when you got him kicked out of the WWE?" Rey retorted bitterly.

"That wasn't my idea," Edge said defensively. "Mark came to me with a request and I helped him with it."

"What did he tell you?" Rey asked, trying to keep his temper in check. Although after dealing with Jeff last night and Mark this morning, I don't know how much more I can take.

"He said that if I helped him, I would be helping Jeff," Edge answered slowly.

"How would you be helping Jeff by taking him out?" Shawn asked, his brow furrowed in confusion.

"Why do you think Cena is involved?" Rey said, interrupting Edge from responding to Shawn's question.

"It's part of why I came up here in the first place," Edge replied. "I didn't know what else to do."

"What do you mean?"

"Both John's, Cena and Layfield, have Jeff practically cornered downstairs."

"What?" Rey yelled, his temper mounting.

Edge shrank back a little at Rey's outburst. "I wouldn't actually say cornered, but, they are sitting on either side of him in the restaurant downstairs."

"Is he okay?" Rey asked quickly.

Edge shrugged, trying to dislodge some of the fear he felt. "He seemed to be, although he did look a little uncomfortable."

"If he's okay, then why did you pound on our door?" Shawn inquired, raising an eyebrow at Edge.

"Because I'm worried that something will happen to him," Edge admitted.

"Not if I have anything to say about it," Rey stated simply as he got up and purposefully made his way to the door.

"Where are you going, Rey?" Shawn asked, getting up to follow him.

"If Mark isn't going to do anything about this, then I will," Rey answered as he marched down the hall toward the stairs.

"Wouldn't the elevator be faster?" Edge asked as he trailed behind Shawn.

Rey shook his head without breaking his stride. "No."

Edge and Shawn exchanged looks before following Rey down the stairs.

"What don't I know here?" Edge asked Shawn.

Shawn merely shrugged his shoulders. "Rey knows more about this then I do."

"He hasn't told you anything?"

"Oh, he's told me things, just not everything yet," Shawn answered simply. "He hasn't had a chance to."

Edge merely nodded in understanding. As the trio walked into the lobby, Rey took the first right and walked with determined strides into the restaurant. After looking around the packed room for a few moments, Edge came forward and pointed out a booth in the back of the restaurant where three individuals were sitting with their backs to the entrance. One of the three, the one sitting in the middle, had multicoloured hair. Rey nodded in thanks before silently making his way through the throng of people and tables until he came upon the intended booth.

"Excuse me ladies," Rey said, a fake smile on his face as he draped one arm over Cena's shoulder and the other across Jeff's.

"We're having a private meal here, Rey," Cena replied coolly, clearly not happy with the interruption.

"Well, I'm just going to have to interrupt your dinner plans, John," Rey said politely. "Jeff, would you come with me please?"

"He's not going anywhere," Cena snapped, glaring at Jeff to keep him quiet.

"Now, now, John," Rey tsked softly. "You're not Jeff's mother. I think he can make those decisions himself."

"I'll talk to you later. Okay, Rey," Jeff whispered as he slid further down into his seat.

"Sorry, that won't do," Rey said, shaking his head. "I need to talk to you on a matter of great importance right now."

"He said he will talk to you later," Layfield growled.

"I wasn't talking to you either, asshole," Rey smiled, speaking as politely as he could, even though he desperately wanted to beat the two John's into a bloody mass. "Jeff, please come with me."

Nodding, Jeff quickly stood and hopped over the back of the booth.

"I wouldn't go with him if I were you, Jeff," Cena warned as he met Jeff's gaze.

"And I'd keep my mouth shut if I were you, John," Rey retorted sweetly. "Or I'll have Shawn here shut your mouth permanently."

With that, Rey grabbed hold of Jeff's arm and steered him out of the restaurant.

"Thanks, Rey," Jeff whispered.

"Don't thank me yet," Rey growled. "We're going to have a nice long talk, you and I."

Edge gulped as he watched Rey and Jeff disappear into the elevator before turning to look at Shawn. "Man, am I glad I'm not the one dating him."

Shawn nodded. "He can be scary sometimes."

"I'll say," Edge grimaced in agreement. "Damn am I'm glad that I'm not Jeff right now either."

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A/N: Thank goodness for Rey. He is ever the valiant hero . . .