A/N: Apparently my Musi have decided that they are on vacation concerning my other fics. And look someone back from the dead! lol.

So the day hadn't been a total loss. Shawn and Hunter had drug Glen to a near by zoo and had managed to make him forget his heartache for a few minutes. He was currently sitting on a bench near the lion cage as Hunter and Shawn alternately posed in front of it. With a smile he held his hand up when Hunter turned the camera his way.

"Awe, you're no fun." Shawn called out with a pout.

"Never claimed to be." Glen called back.

Shawn and Hunter turned back to the cage and Glen pulled his hair off of his neck, sighing as the air breezed across the sweat dotted area. He heard a giggle and looked up as Hunter snapped the picture. Shawn sat down next to him and looked up, a slight smile on his face. Hunter snapped a few pictures of the two before he turned his attention back to the lion.

"Why do you torture me so?" Glen asked with a smirk.

"You know you like it." Shawn said playfully as he smacked Glen's arm. "But seriously, it's because I hate seeing my friends mopey."

"Hmm."

"It's true. I hate mopey."

"I'm not mopey."

"Are too."

Glen looked over and smiled at Shawn, there was no way he was going to win this argument so he let it drop. Quietness engulfed them and they watched as Hunter taunted the lion with his poses. Shawn snickered quietly and Glen couldn't help but laugh as the lion yawned boredly. Hunter turned around and shot them a goofy grin before he headed over to where they sat.

"Ya know Hunt I don't think that the King of the Jungle was impressed with you." Shawn said with a smirk on his face.

"Eh, I could beat him any day of the week."

"Nah, I think you'd become kitty chow." Glen threw in a with grin.

"Two against one...that's not right." Hunter protested. "Shawn you're supposed to be on my side."

"But Glenny has a point."

"Glenny?" Glen asked as he quirked his eyebrow at Shawn.

"Yup. It's your new nickname."

"Thanks, I think."

"Come on guys I'm bored." Hunter said as he started to walk away.

"How do you deal with him?" Glen asked as he and Shawn got to their feet and followed slowly behind Hunter.

"Easy. I love him." Shawn smiled as he watched Hunter weave his way through the crowds. "For all his flaws and all the fights I love him. And that's all that matters. Why?"

"Just wondering. Ain't I allowed to wonder." Glen said, but he couldn't stop the defensiveness from creeping into his voice.

"You miss him don't you." Shawn said quietly.

"Who?"

"Mark."

Glen fell silent, nothing he could say would be true, he did miss Mark but it was apparent that Mark wasn't missing him. With a deep heart felt sigh he looked over at Shawn, his pain in his eyes. A silent understanding passed between the two men and Shawn wrapped his arm around Glen's waist and walked, knowing that the taller man needed comfort. And for Glen's part he let Shawn do it, the small gesture speaking more than words ever could.


Mark had trailed them to the zoo and was keeping his distance, his anger doubling with each smile and laugh that passed between Shawn and Glen. Hunter hadn't really spent much time with Glen so in Mark's eyes he was spared, for now. He had spent most of the morning trying to come up with a way to talk to Glen without his new friends. He followed discreetly as they made their way through the crowds and he growled when Shawn wrapped his arm around Glen's waist. They were too close for his liking, and only cemented in his mind that Glen had been spending his nights with Shawn and Hunter. He followed them into the snake house and moved as close as he dared. Shawn and Glen were whispering as Hunter made lewd jokes about the sizes of the snakes.

The house was was built in a large circle and Mark managed to hide in a spot near the exit, the low lighting of the house aiding his endeavor. After a few minutes he started to get restless. The snake house didn't look that big, so they should have done passed back by. He checked his watch and looked back up, it had been a little over twenty minutes.

"What's taking them so long?" He thought as he shifted his stance.

He looked around for a bench or something on which he could sit, but the only two that he seen were bathed in sunlight, and he didn't want them to see him before he seen them. He continued to look around for something to sit down on, growling when nothing seemed to be on hand. Although had he been looking up he would have seen Scott Hall walk in talking on his cell phone.


He didn't know why he accepted Hunter's offer, but it beat sitting in the hotel room doing nothing. Kevin had left after taking a shower and Scott hated the fact that he felt left out. He seen Hunter standing near a cage looking in at a rather large python and he snapped his phone shut. With a small smirk he snuck up on Hunter and grabbed his waist with a loud 'HAH!" Hunter whirled around and Scott doubled over laughing at the look on his face. With a playful growl Hunter lunged at him and they both went down to the ground. They rolled around a little bit, laughing as they traded weak blows.

"Think we oughta break them up?"

"Nah."

Scott looked up and paled at the sight of Glen staring down at him with a smile on his face. He stilled and Hunted landed a good hit on his nose while he was distracted. Pain shot through his face and grabbed his nose and moaned. Hunter jumped up and moved back with his hands held out in front of him and his eyes wide.

"I didn't mean to do it." He said.

"Hey, need a hand?" Scott looked up and seen that Glen had extended his hand to help.

Gingerly he gripped Glen's hand and grunted as he got to his feet. His nose ached and he softly touched it with the back of his hand, pulling it away to see if any blood was on it. There wasn't but the simple contact had him wincing in pain.

"Hey, lemme look at that." Glen pulled him close and tilted his head to the side so that he could see the nose in the low light. "Hmmm, let's go outside so I can take a better look."

Glen turned to say something to Shawn and Hunter but they were engrossed in a conversation with Hunter hanging his head and looking very much like a school boy being scolded. Scott felt Glen take his hand gently and pull him out to the front of the snake house. He didn't fight it, after all he had already had one display of Glen's strength and he really wasn't looking for another one. They passed through the doors and stopped out in the bright sunlight, both men squinting until their eyes adjusted. Glen brought his hands up to cup Scott's face and Scott fought the urge to flinch, after all Glen wasn't doing anything to hurt him He tilted Scott's head this way and that, squinting at his nose at difference angles. He let his hands drop and whistled lowly, shaking his head slowly.

"What?" Scott asked, afraid that he was going to tell him that his nose was broken.

"Well, it's a nose." Glen said with a small smirk.

"I know that. Is it broken?"

"No. It's swollen, but it'll be fine."

Scott smacked Glen's arm before he could stop himself and backed up, expecting the big man to take a swing at him. Glen just laughed and shoved his hands deep into his pockets, turning his head to look at the door of the snake house. Flabbergasted Scott stood there gazing at him. Was this the same man that had forcibly taken him against the wall a little over two months ago? He looked much different than he had that day, he was wearing a white t-shirt that clung to his muscles like a second skin and a pair of jeans that looked like they had been spray painted on. He was rocking back and forth slightly from the balls of his feet to his heels.

"Would you like a picture?"

The question was asked quietly and Scott jumped, he had realized that Glen had turned his attention back to him. With a slight blush he ducked his head and shoved his hands into his pockets.

"Well?" There was a smile on Glen's face and Scott's blush deepened.

"No..."

"Why don't we go get something to drink. Those two obviously ain't coming out any time soon."

"S-sure."

They walked away from the snake house, looking for either a rolling cart or a booth where they could get something to drink. As they walked Scott stole glances out of the corner of his eyes. He was taking one of those glances when Glen turned his head and caught him. He stopped and put a hand on Scott's shoulder stopping him dead.

"I'm not going to attack you Scott. You don't have to keep watching me."

"What? No, it's not that." Scott protested.

"Then what?"

Scott couldn't answer, instead he ducked his head again and scuffed his feet against the concrete. For the second time that day he cursed himself for taking Hunter up on his offer. A little ways behind them Mark hung his head and walked away, his hands balled at his sides and a plan running through his head.