A/N: All I own is the idea and a few posters. As always Enjoy! Interesting little side trip, every fanfic I have read tonight has had Mick Foley at the bottom. I think he's stalking me. Usually it changes with the chapters or stories, but nope Mick has been on the bottom of EVERY single page...it's like the PSC only reversed. O.O Super stars stalking fans...

Glen was sitting in the waiting area of the police station shaking his head. He couldn't believe that Mark and Kevin had gotten themselves arrested for Disorderly Conduct in a public area. Scott was sitting across from him, studiously staring anywhere else but at him. Glen chuckled and crossed his legs at the ankle as he laid his head against the back of the chair. As he stared at the ceiling he started thinking about what he and Scott had done, but for the life of him he couldn't figure out why it had happened.

He had meant it to be a scare tactic, but it had gotten out of hand quickly. The sheer strength that he had used and the calm, condescending tone he had used after sent waves of guilt crashing over him. He had been an ass and now his conscious was yelling at him to make amends. With a small grunt he got up from his chair and took a seat on the plastic bench next to Scott, forcing himself not to laugh as Scott tried to scoot away.

"Hey." He started.

"Hey." Scott's voice was low and he refused to look at Glen.

"Scott, I'm sorry." Glen said as he hung his head. "I'm not asking for your forgiveness..."

"Really? Because correct me if I'm wrong, but isn't that what saying you're sorry is for?" Scott bit out as he turned angry eyes on Glen.

"Look, I don't expect you to forgive me. I sure as hell wouldn't if I were you. But I do want you to know that I am sorry."

The sounds of locks sliding against metal interrupted them and as one they looked up as a door on the other side of the room swung open. Kevin was the first one out, a large grin on his face despite the blood on his shirt and in his hair. Mark came out scant minutes later, but he was escorted by two muscle bound guards and still had cuffs on.

"Which one of you are here for Calaway?" The guard on the left boomed.

"I am." Glen got to his feet and looked curiously at the cuffs as the guard pressed a key into his palm. "Is there a reason as to why he's still restrained?"

"He's a damned menace. He's done nothing but cuss and holler, and beat on things. Thought putting him in the happy chair, but it was already in use."

"The happy chair?" Glen questioned, tilting his head slightly to the side and staring at Mark.

"It's a chair that has restraints on the arms, legs and thick leather strap that holds the head erect. We normally only use it when an inmate tries to commit bodily harm to themselves or others. But if it had been free then he'd be sitting in right now."

During the conversation with the guards Scott and Kevin had slipped out, neither really wanting to be around when Mark was finally freed. The guards answered a couple more questions before they let Mark and Glen leave. As they walked out of the main entrance Mark turned and put both his hands up to stop him.

"Let me loose." He demanded.

"Ya know, maybe I should leave those on until after you talk to Vince."

"I don't want to talk to Vince."

"Too bad you have too. I got my ass reamed for this little 'adventure' you had today. I was pretty much told that if I don't bring you to him, then I'm out of a job."

"Yer enjoying this aren't you?" Mark ground out as Glen opened the car door for him.

"Maybe. Now why don't you tell me how this started."

"How about I don't."

"Umm, no. I want to know what made you take a cab over to Kevin's hotel and then precede to beat the holy hell out of him."

"How do you know I took a cab?"

"Because I drove here in the rental."

"Ass." He grumbled as he moved his hands to find a comfortable spot.

"I know." Glen smirked over at him. "Now tell me."

"Iwasworriedaboutyou." Mark said in one breath.

"What was that?"

"I was worried about you." This time Mark dropped his voice a notch and hung his head. "You've been acting strange ever since Nash and Hall showed up at that one house show. I just figured that he had something to do with it."

"So you went and beat the hell out of someone because you were worried about me?"

"Yea."

"Thank you." Glen's voice was low as well and he took one hand off the steering wheel and placed it gently on Mark's knee.

The rest of the drive was made in silence and soon they pulled up to the arena where Vince was waiting for Mark in his office. He raised his eyebrow at the cuffs, but curtly dismissed Glen. Glen turned and left, patting Mark on the shoulder as he left. Out in the hallway he seen Shawn and Hunter walking down towards catering and his stomach let out a loud growl; reminding him that he hadn't eaten anything yet. He headed down the hallway, thinking about what Mark had said in the car. He shook his head as he dissected Mark's reason for attacking Kevin. With a start it hit him that Mark cared about him, in more than a friendly capacity.

He stopped dead and ran everything from the past few months through his head. It became painfully obvious that Mark was infatuated with him, and he turned the air black with his mutterings as he turned around and headed back to Vince's office. His stomach hated the change in plans. He paced outside the door, his hands stuffed deep into his pockets and his head turned towards the floor. Every so often he would look at his watch and cuss then go right back to his pacing. So far Mark had been in Vince's office for a little over an hour and a half. Just when he thought that he couldn't take it anymore; the door swung open and Mark stepped out into the hallway, grumbling to himself.

"Well?" Glen asked as he stared at Mark.

"I'm being suspended for a couple weeks and I'm being jobbed out. Now will you uncuff me?" Mark asked as he raised his hands up and pulling a puppy dog look.

"S-sure." Glen took a deep breath as the look sent shivers radiating through out his body.

"What's the matter?" Mark tilted his head to the side, exposing his neck.

"Nothing..." Glen said as his stomach let out a loud rumble. "I'm just hungry. I haven't eaten anything." He grinned as he latched onto the easy way out.

"Well, lets get to catering. I'm hungry too."

Glen got the cuffs off and watched as Mark rubbed his wrists, wincing at the angry red welts. With another grin Mark headed towards catering, and Glen followed slowly behind; twirling the cuffs around his finger as he watched Mark's ass. He groaned and lifted his eyes to the ceiling, cursing whatever god was playing this trick on him. All he knew was that he had to sort things out with Kevin before he thought of bringing Mark into this mess. His mind replayed their romp in the bathroom and Glen slipped the cuffs into his back pocket with a smile.

"These just might be getting some more use here in the near future." He mumbled as he pushed the door open to catering.