A/N: Kane Muse has shown back up and I'm not quite sure where he's going with this side track with Scott, so please bear with me. And Enjoy!

Shawn and Hunter had been approached by zoo security and had been asked to leave. Apparently some people didn't know the difference between a fake hit and a real one. Shawn had been giving Hunter the silent treatment but looked up at him as he laughed to himself.

"This isn't a laughing matter Hunt. You got us kicked out of the zoo. THE ZOO Hunt." He admonished.

"I'm not laughing about that Shawn."

"Then what are you laughing at?" Shawn asked as he raised his eyebrow at the taller man.

"Look." Hunter said pointing in front of them.

Shawn followed Hunter's finger and sitting on a bench a few yards away were Glen and Scott. Glen was laughing as Scott gestured wildly with his hands, and Shawn's other eyebrow joined the one near his hairline. Even from where they were standing Shawn could see the comfortable camaraderie between the two, but what bothered him was the slight blush that colored Scott's face.

"This is bad." He murmured.

"Why? I think they look good together." Hunter said as he turned to face Shawn.

"Maybe so, but Glen is in love with Mark. At most Scott would be a rebound Hunt."

"So? There's nothing wrong with a rebound hook up."

"I don't want to see Scott hurt if Mark and Glen get back together."

"But what if they don't?"

"Then we'll deal with it then."

Shawn headed over to the two before Hunter could respond. He smiled as Glen blushed at something Scott had said, it was gift that Scott had. He could make anyone blush, and even Shawn had to admit that Glen was devilishly handsome smiling and his face a light pink color.

"Hey Shawn." Glen said between laughs.

"Hey. Y'all ready to leave?" Shawn asked with a smile.

"Awe Dad, do we have to?" Scott asked teasingly.

"Yea. Your little display with Hunt go us bounced."

"I'm sorry." Scott hung his head but his shoulders were shaking with laughter.

Soon the four were heading through the zoo's parking lot, Shawn walking between Glen and Scott. Hunter was on Glens' other side and kept shooting Shawn confused looks behind Glen's back. He couldn't understand why Shawn was trying to keep them apart. They made each other laugh and he couldn't remember seeing Glen laugh as much as he had today. They reached the cars and Hunter watched as Glen and Scott traded small smiles before they parted ways.


Mark was sitting in his hotel room with the shades drawn as he looked through the finished story line that Vince had had dropped off to him. Kane was going to debut in the Hell in a Cell match with him and Shawn. But the one thing that Mark had been looking for was missing. Was Kane going to help his brother or was he going to help Shawn? He growled and snapped the folder shut and tossed onto the table. It skidded a little bit, coming to rest just shy of the edge. He then propped his feet up on the table and leaned back in his chair, leaning his head back on his hands. His mind wandered, flashing back to the last time he had lain with Glen. There wasn't any conversation, just the slow exploration of each others bodies until they exploded in unison.

He had been putting alot of thought into what he was going to get Glen back. So far his mind had drawn a blank, he didn't understand why Glen had left in the first place. So he liked to be tied down, and Glen had enjoyed tieing him down. It wasn't as if he had been restrained kicking and screaming. It was voluntary on his part. Hell he couldn't even remember a more powerful orgasm then the one he had had that night. Even the ones he had with Kevin weren't that good and many times he had to take care of himself in the morning after Kevin left. At first he had feet awful about turning to Kevin, but in the end his mind had convinced him that he was using Kevin and nothing more.

He dropped his feet to the floor heavily and got to his feet, his mind running around in circles as he paced the room. He missed Glen, there was no denying that. His body craved Glen's gentle touches and breath in his ear at night. But he was damned if he was going to be the one to go crawling back, after all it had been Glen that walked away, not him. He dropped down onto the bed and pressed the heels of his hands into his eyes, the images of Scott and Glen burning holes into his brain. He growled again and changed quickly into his work out clothes, deciding that only intense psyhical activity was going to benefit his upset mind. He grabbed the key off the table and slammed the door behind him, causing a woman alittle ways down to jump as she tried to get into her own room.

Down in the gym he started with the punching bag, hitting it as hard as he could. He had been at it for over and hour when he heard the door to the gym open. He looked up and seen that Glen had entered, his workout bag slung over one arm and a towel around his neck. He was too busy watching him make his way across the gym that he forgot about the bag. It swung back and caught him full in the face, sending him down to the ground with a thud. He let out a pained groan and pressed his hand to forehead, cursing himself for being so stupid. He heard footsteps coming across the floor and when he opened his eyes he looked up and seen that Glen was standing above him.

"You ok?" He asked as Mark pushed himself into a sitting position.

"Yea."

"Hmm, are you done with the bag?"

"Yea."

Mark got to his feet and watched as Glen took a couple swings at the bad. He seemed to have tuned Mark out and with a low growl he put a hand on Glen's shoulder. Glen continued to punch at the bag but Mark felt the muscles bunching under his hands and it encouraged him. If Glen's body was still responding to his touch then maybe he still had a chance. He grabbed Glen's elbow and turned him around, then crashed his lips against Glen's before he could protest. He felt Glen struggle but ignored it and nipped at his bottom lip. Glen's hands came up and rested on Mark's chest and Mark thought that he had given in. He let his guard down and a minute later he found himself sitting on his ass as Glen rushed out of the gym.

"DAMMIT!" He growled as he slammed his fists down on the ground.


Scott headed back to his room feeling better than he had in over a month. Spending time with Glen and getting to know him made him smile, and he felt a calm sense of being that had been missing for awhile. He let himself in and headed in to take a shower, thinking about how easy it was to make Glen laugh and how handsome he looked when he smiled. After his shower he pulled on a pair of sweatpants and lounged on the bed, flipping channels until his eyes grew heavy. Soon he was snoozing lightly, the tv turner held loosely in his hand and a smile on his face. The smile only got bigger as he started to dream.

He was standing in the middle of ring. The arena was empty except for his opponent. Across the ring was Glen, wearing the Diesel costume and a smirk. No bell was needed, they started to circle one another. Glen tapped at his elbow a couple of times and he batted his hand away good naturedly. He was the first one to initiate the lock up but instead of breaking it right away Glen leaned in and pressed his lips to his. It stunned Scott at first but the he returned the kiss, tangling his tongue with Glen's as his hands threaded into Glen's hair. Glen straightened up and pulled him close, deepening the kiss and showing Scott who was in charge.

Glen pulled away and started to nip at his throat and pulse point as his hands slipped down into Scott's ring gear. With a moan that sounded decidedly unmanly he gripped Glen's shoulders and arched into his touch. Then almost in slow motion Glen lowered them to the mat and started to plant kisses laced with nips along his chest and stomach. He dipped even lower and Scott moaned as he felt the moist heat of Glen's mouth around him, teasing to aching hardness.

"Scott....Scott.........Scott.........SCOTT!"

Scott jerked back to wakefulness with a yelp. His eyes were unfocused and he his mind tried to catch up with what was going on. Standing at the edge of the bed was Kevin. He was staring down at Scott and he felt a blush creep up his body as Kevin eyed his obvious hard on. With a feral grin Kevin climbed up on the bed and pressed close to Scott, licking his lips.

"Kev, what are you doing?' Scott asked breathlessly.

"What do you want me to do?"

Before Scott could answer his phone went off and he picked it up and looked at the number. Glen was calling and he pushed Kevin to the side so he could answer it. Ignoring the low growl coming from Kevin he pulled on his sweatpants and headed out into the hallway to answer the phone.

"Hello?"

"Hey Scott. You want to go get something to eat?" There was something off in Glen's voice and made Scott frown.

"Sure. Where do you want to meet?"

"There's a steakhouse not to far from your hotel. How about there?"

"Sounds good."

They made plans to meet in an hour and Scott was determined to find out what was up. And he smiled as he imagined how the night could end.