A/N: Hmmm, been a couple of chapters since I disclaimed, so here I go. I own nothing and no one. Alright here we go guys, still not sure where Kane's going with this it's promising to be a fun ride. Enjoy!

Scott fidgeted in his chair as he waited for Glen to show up. He had made it to the restaurant ten minutes early due to his nervousness. He wasn't dressy, dressy but he looked good enough. He was wearing black slacks with a maroon button up shirt that had the top two buttons undone and the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He had thought about putting his gold chain on, but decided against it he wanted to look sophisticated.

"You look nice."

Scott jumped startled and looked up. Glen was taking his seat, a small grin on his face. His hair was pulled back into a half pony tail and he had on a black shirt whose sleeves clung to his biceps, to finish the look was a pair of black cargos. Combined with Glen's strong features the look screamed 'dangerous'. With a slight grin he noticed that Glen was tugging on the sleeves trying to loosen them.

"You let Hunter and Shawn dress you, didn't ya."

"Hunter." Glen mumbled.

"Poor guy." Scott snorted.

Glen smiled at Scott before looking over the menu. For a moment Scott just stared, his eyes drinking in every detail and committing it to memory.

"So. We're splitting trails for a while." He said lowly as he picked up his own menu.

"Really?" Glen looked back up, a slight frown twisting his lips.

"Yea. You all are heading north and we're heading south." Scott's voice dropped a notch and he watched Glen quietly.

"Hmm. Well I guess I'll just give you these." Glen pulled out two pictures, both courtesy of Hunter, and handed them to Scott.

One was of Glen and Shawn on the bench at the zoo, Shawn making a face and Glen looking stoic as usual. The second one made Scott's breath catch in throat. It was taken from the side, Glen was standing in front of the tiger cage, gazing down as a tiger stretched in the background. His hair looked like it had been blowing around his face, but left a perfect view of his face other than a couple strands marring his features. There was a sad beauty to the picture and Scott slowly placed them down on the table, his eyes never leaving the tiger picture.

"Thanks." He said softly.

"Well Hunter suggested it." Glen said as he turned a faint pink.

He looked so uncomfortable that Scott hurriedly thought of something to change the topic.

"So, rumor has it that you're getting a gimmick change soon." He tried tentatively, not sure how much Glen would divulge to him.

"Yea."

"Well tell me about it." Scott teased as he took a sip from his water.

"I'm the demented younger brother of The Undertaker, supposedly killed in a fire set by 'Taker that engulfed his childhood home. I'm the love child of 'Paul Bearer' and Taker's mother."

"Sounds interesting. So are you teaming with Taker to dominate the tag team division or what?"

"No." Glen's answer was short and he took a long drink of his water to avoid elaborating.

"Well? What are you going to do?" Scott pressed.

"Stomp his ass into and through the ring." Glen growled.

His eyes flashed for a minute and his hand clenched until his knuckles were white around his glass. He took a couple of deep breaths and closed his eyes, a frown on his face again. Scott stayed quiet, wondering what he had triggered with his questions. After a few minutes Glen opened his eyes and focused on Scott's face, his frown turning into a small smirk.

"Sorry about that."

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"No. Let's just say that it's a part of my past that needs to stay there."

"Well if you need to talk, you have my number."

"I know."

They lapsed into silence again but it was a comfortable silence. Every once in a while one of them would look up and catch the other staring and they both would look away, blushes covering both faces.


Mark had trailed Glen to the restaurant, wanting to know where he was going looking dressed to the nines. He asked to be seated four tables away and out of line of vision of both men. He ordered a steak and frowned as it seemed that the two men were getting to know each other better. The napkin that sat next to his plate bore the brunt of damage. Even though it was cloth it was lying in pieces on the table and in his lap when his dinner came. At one point he had to stop himself from going over and interrupting their meal. Scott had reached over the table and lightly held Glens' hand for a brief second. With a growl he stabbed his knife into his steak harder than needed.

"Isn't it dead enough for you?"

Mark jumped and jerked his head up. Standing next to the table stood Shawn. He smiled brightly and pulled the chair out across from Mark. Without asking if he could sit, Shawn dropped down on the chair and grabbed Mark's glass of wine, swallowing half of it.

"What are you doing here Micheals?" He growled.

"Same thing you are." He said with a knowing smile.

"I don't know what yer talking about."

"Mark. You're more transparent right now than your skin is when you're in the ring." Mark cut into his steak again and ignored Shawn. "Fine be a hard headed ass. I'm trying to keep Glen and Scott apart."

"Why? Want him for yerself?" He practically snarled.

"What?!?"

"Can't handle having yer lover stray?"

"Hunter has nothing to do with this." Shawn said, his eyebrows drawing together in confusion.

"Shawn quit playing dumb. I know that yer sleeping with Glen." He hissed, trying to avoid drawing attention to himself.

Shawn sat there for a minute and just stared at Mark. Then he busted out laughing. The sound was so loud that it drew the notice of the tables around them, including Scott and Glen. Mark looked up and seen that Glen was staring at him, a mixture of hurt and fury on his face. He dropped his head down into his hands and silently cursed the day that Shawn Micheals was born.

"Sir, if you can't quiet it down I'm going to have to ask you to leave." Said the dour faced owner.

"I'm sorry sir." Shawn said through his laughter.

The man gave Shawn one last glare before walking off. Mark then turned his gaze onto the smaller man and snarled.

"Micheals, if you get me tossed outta here, I'm going to personally send yer sorry ass to hell."

"Awe come on now big guy. Is that any way to treat the one man who's trying to get you and Glen back together."

"Whaddya mean? We were never together."

"Keeping lying Mark. But I know when two people are head over heels for one another."

"Yer off yer damned rocker Shawn. Glen was nothing more than a passing fancy." Mark scoffed.

"And you're an asshole Mark." Shawn said with a frown.

Shawn then got to his feet and headed towards the door. Mark glanced over towards the table where Glen and Scott had been sitting and his shoulders slumped. The table was empty. The steak tasted like ash in his mouth and he signaled for the waiter to bring the check. He has screwed up royally this time, and he didn't know if he'd be able to fix it. After paying his bill he gathered his things and headed towards the door, not knowing that he had parked just a few spaces away from Scott's rental. He fished through his pockets for his keys and when he brought his head up he seen Glen and Scott engaged in a gentle but passionate kiss.


Glen couldn't believe it, Mark had followed him. Why he didn't know, but it hurt just the same to see him there looking as handsome as ever. When he had heard Shawn laugh and looked up to see him sitting with Mark his heart stopped for moment. Scott had looked as well and gently gripped his hand, as if he knew what Glen was feeling. With a grateful smile to him he squeezed Scott's hand gently and motioned for the waiter. He handed the man his credit card and got up to go say something to Shawn but as he drew near the table he heard Mark say that he was nothing more than a passing fancy. Those words sliced deep and he pulled back before he even let them know he was there.

Scott had shown up at his back and put a hand on his shoulder, looking worried. Glen forced a smile and headed back to the table, leaving a nice tip for the waiter when he returned with his credit card. He started towards the door, walking slow enough for Scott to join him. He had know deep down that Mark wasn't serious about him, but to hear him say that about him to Shawn, caused the little flame that had still burned for him to die out. He took a deep breath of the night air and waited for Scott just outside the door. A minute later Scott joined him and they walked quietly over to Scott's car.

"Well, it was nice quiet dinner up until the end." Scott said with a small smile.

"Yea..." Glen trailed off, closing his eyes as the pain washed over him again.

He startled a moment later when he felt lips on his and when he opened his eyes Scott had his hands on either side of his and was staring deep into his eyes. There was confusion and little bit of fear in Scott's eyes and Glen allowed himself a small smile. Scott was worried that he would reject him. He placed his hand on the back of Scott's neck and pulled him in for another kiss, feeling both depressed and happy at the same time. He nipped lightly at Scott's bottom lip and when he sighed slipped his tongue into Scott's mouth, tentatively scouting the new territory. As much as he wanted he couldn't get fully into the kiss and after a minute or two pulled away and pulled Scott against his chest, resting his chin on the top of Scott's head.

"So I take it that you're going to miss me." Scott said, his voice teasing.

"I guess you could say that."

"You know, we could take this back your hotel room and explore a little bit."

"It's too soon. And I don't want to jinx whatever this is that we have."

Scott took a step back and nodded. He understood where Glen was coming from, but he still craved more of the tall man before him. He dug through his pockets and pulled out his keys, a slight smile on his face.

"Well, I'll see you later."

"Guess so. Unless you watch RAW and pay for Summerslam and Bad Blood."

"You want me to buy a pay-per-view for a rival company as well as watch their shows when I can?"

"Who know's maybe I'll watch WCW."

"Maybe." Scott smiled as Glen smirked at him, he knew that Scott would do it, and Scott knew that Glen knew.

They kissed one last time and Glen took a step back and watched as Scott climbed into his rental and pulled out of the parking lot. His heart was telling him that he had done the right thing, but his mind was calling all kinds of stupid. He had desperately wanted to take Scott up on his offer, hell his body was telling him that needed too. But he knew that it wouldn't be right to Scott. He'd just be filling the hole that Mark had left. Something that he was starting to feel was impossible. He sighed and turned to head to his car, his mind on everything except on what was around him. He had just gotten his door open when he felt a hand on his shoulder.

Thinking that Scott had returned he turned around with a smile on his face, but that smile dropped off quickly when he seen Mark standing there. Face set in a scowl he crossed his arms over his chest and just stared at him. Mark shifted from foot to foot, looking everywhere but directly at Glen. Seeing that this wasn't getting anywhere fast Glen broke the silence.

"What do you want Mark?" He demanded.

"Just to talk."

"What about?"

"Us." That simple word had Glen laughing bitterly at Mark, and he glared slightly at Glen. "I'm serious Glen."

"Mark there is no us. There never was an us. I was nothing more than a passing fancy, remember." Mark winced as his words were thrown back at him, and Glen grinned grimly.

"I didn't mean it, Glen." Glen snorted and looked over Mark's shoulder. "Dammit I miss you."

"Could've fooled me."

"It's true." Mark persisted.

He moved forwards and tried to place his hands on Glen's shoulders and it pushed Glen over the edge. He shoved Mark hard and growled as he spoke.

"So fucking Kevin is your way of missing me?!?!" He seen Mark's eyes get big but didn't give him the chance to say anything. "That's right. I know about you two. After all the shit that he done to us you go and FUCK him. What did he tie you down like you like? Or does he let you tie him up?"

"Glen...."

"No Mark. Don't. come. near. me." He said slowly as his eyes flashed. "In fact I don't want to see you unless it's in the ring."

"Glen...."

Glen wrenched his door open and climbed in, ignoring Mark completely. He turned the engine over then roared out of the parking lot, leaving Mark standing in the parking lot by himself.