When Hunter returned from his match he was surprised to find the locker room empty. Thinking that Shawn had gone to catering, Hunter jumped in the shower, figuring that Shawn would be back before he was done. After drying off and getting dressed and seeing that Shawn still hadn't shown up, Hunter started to worry. It wasn't like Shawn to just up and disappear. He always left something letting Hunter know where he'd gone.

With that in mind Hunter searched the locker room frantically, turning every little thing over. Finally he ran across Shawn's note. With a sigh of relief he read through it quickly. His sigh then turned into a growl and he wadded the paper up and threw it as hard as he could across the room. Grabbing his bag and gear he hurried from the room, intent on finding Glen. Unfortunately for him, Glen was in the ring torturing some local that night. He dropped down onto a crate and waited impatiently for the match to end.

After what seemed like hours Kane's music hit and Glen came striding back. As soon as the curtain fell back behind him, his shoulders slumped and the mask dangled limply from his hand. He used his free hand to wipe at the black makeup that was under his eyes and blinked as the contact bugged him. He dimly heard Moody talking to him, but the words didn't make sense. They were garbled and the sentences seemed to be constructed backwards. Instead of asking Moody to repeat himself, he just nodded and started towards his locker room.

Glen maybe made it ten feet in that direction when he felt a heavy hand on his shoulder. He turned, his eyes icing over; he had expected to see Mark, but was surprised to see Hunter instead. The blonde man looked worried, something that Glen could honestly say he'd never seen Hunter look like before.

"Where's Shawn?" He asked when he noticed that Hunter was by himself.

"He went off a crusade on your behalf." Hunter said quietly.

"What?"

"He left to go have a 'talk' with Scott." Hunter finger quoted the word talk, his lips twisting in a sarcastic version of a smile.

"Scott? Why would he drive two hours to have a talk with Scott?"

"Wasn't he the other one you were talking about hurting you?" Hunter asked as he looked around to see if anyone could over hear them.

"No. Scott's never hurt me. I was talking about Mark and Kevin." Glen's eyes widened and he slapped his hand over his mouth; he couldn't believe that he had just let it spill out like that.

"Mark and Kevin?"

"Yeah." Glen said softly as his shoulders drooped.

Hunter frowned and dug through his bag, hoping that Shawn would answer his phone. Fully intending on getting the whole story from Glen the minute that he got done with Shawn.


Shawn's blood had been boiling from the moment that he had gotten into his rental truck. He had called Kevin and gotten directions to where WCW were. The entire trip was nothing more than one large planning session. He had known from the beginning how the liaison between Glen and Scott would end. He had fooled himself though into believing Hunter, into believing that Glen would be the one to change Scott. His fingers were wrapped so tightly around the steering wheel that his knuckles were white from the tension.

His phone started ringing and he knew without looking at it that was Hunter. With a growl he reached over and switched his phone off, tossing to the passenger side floorboard. He wasn't far from the hotel, and his pressed his foot down harder on the gas. Soon the lights of the Motel 8 loomed in front of him and he slid the truck into a parking lot sideways. He slammed into park and without taking the keys from the ignition jumped from the cab.

Kevin had said that Scott was staying in room 215, so Shawn moved past the sign in desk quickly. He frowned as he made his way to the room, fully expecting to find Scott curled up with some hooker or one of the other guys on the bed. Shawn found the room a couple of minutes later and stood staring at the door. Then with a loud snarl he booted the door open, stepping through the ruined portal like an avenging angel. Scott jumped from his place on the bed, staring in confusion at Shawn.

"What the hell man?" He asked as he walked over. "They're gonna fine me for that y'know."

"You have worse things to worry about than a damned fine." Shawn growled.

"Hey man, what's wrong?" Scott held his hands up defensively as Shawn closed in on him.

"What's wrong? What's wrong?" Shawn fairly screamed. "You go and hurt the one person that could have been your soul mate and you have the damned nerve to ask me what's wrong?"

"S-Shawn. I have no idea what you're talking about. I've not hurt anyone, not lately." He stammered as Shawn grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him close.

"Does the name Glen ring a bell?" He hissed.

"I've never hurt Glen. I-I love Glen." Scott said, casting his eyes towards the floor.

"Bullshit. Quit your damned lying Scott. Earlier this evening I spent a good half hour holding him while he cried and asked why people hurt him. I don't like seeing my friends hurting Scott. You know that. I've come to your aide in the past."

"Shawn. Glen left me this morning saying that we shouldn't see each other again. If anyone was hurt, it was me. He mentioned that he didn't want to hurt me, and that was why we should stay away from one another. But I can't Shawn. I have to be with him. Life isn't worth living without Glen. I've never been as happy as I was with him. Not even with you." His voice was low, and even though the last sentence stung, Shawn knew that Scott was telling the truth.

Shawn's anger had been completely defused and he let Scott go, dropping down to the bed with a deep sigh. Scott sat down next to him, watching him warily. There was a short silence between them, tense and filled with unspoken questions. The quiet was soon interrupted by the harsh ringing of the phone in Scott's room. He got up and answered his eyes still on Shawn.

"Hello?"

"Scott? Is Shawn there with you?"

"Y-yes." Scott swallowed hard as he heard Glen exhale.

"Are you ok?"

"I'm fine Glen. Although I would like to know why Shawn thinks I hurt you." He asked with a frown.

"I never said you did. Shawn…just jumped to the wrong conclusion. Can you put him on?"

"Sure."

He tossed a hotel pen at Shawn to get his attention and motioned for him to come get the phone when he looked up. Once he handed the phone off, Scott took a seat at the table, a tear rolling down his cheek as a mental of picture of Glen flashed behind his eyelids. Shawn set the phone down and stood next to Scott, waiting for the dark haired man to acknowledge him. When Scott finally looked up, he seen the fire back in Shawn's eyes and flinched.

"Look man I'm sorry. No hard feelings?" He asked as he held his hand out.

"No, none."

"Good, now can you do me a favor?"

"What's that?"

"Tell me what room Kevin's in."

"He's up on the fourth floor, room 423. Why?"

"Oh, let's just say that he and I have some 'talking' to do." Shawn with a grim smile before he headed towards the door. "Oh and by the way, I'll pay the fine for this."

Scott shook his head and watched as Shawn disappeared. Wondering what was going on, he quickly slid his shoes and a shirt on, following silently. He seen Shawn taking the elevator so he took the stairs instead. He took them two at a time, hoping that he would get to Kevin's room before or at the same time as Shawn. Luck was on his side, just as he made it to the fourth floor the doors to the elevator slid open and Shawn stepped out. His fists were clenched at his sides and there was a scowl on his face.

He pounded on the door for a couple minutes, curses that Scott didn't even know that Shawn knew tumbling quickly from his mouth. Soon the door opened and Scott watched intently as Shawn lept through the open door. The sound of things crashing in Kevin's room drew Scott from his hiding place and he hurried over, coming to dead stop when he seen Shawn straddling Kevin and raining blows on any part of Kevin that he could find.

"You sorry son of a bitch. How in the hell could you do that to him. To them." Shawn landed a punch to Kevin's jaw before he started to choke him. "I've known you to be many things Kevin, but a rapist isn't one of them."

"What?" Scott couldn't stop the question from leaving his lips and flinched when Shawn turned his angry eyes on him.

"Tell him Kev." Shawn groundout as he yanked on Kevin's hair, pulling his head up from the floor with the force of it.

"I-I-I…." He stammered as he tried to form the words. He had never seen this side of Shawn and truth be told, it scared him. "I raped Glen and Mark. Multiple times." The words were whispered and he flinched as Shawn raised his hand again to strike.

"Why?"

"I don't know anymore." He confessed, shuddering as he recalled the acts in question. "I thought at first that it was because I wanted to teach Glen a lesson about taking some one else's gimmick. But then it spiraled out of control. I had to have him again, even if it meant taking him against his will. It became a sickness, a cancer eating away at my brain and heart. And then Mark involved himself, trying to put a stop to it. The sickness spread to him, and I had to have both."

"And now because of you, both are drowning in their own darknesses. Mark is unresponsive, manipulating everyone around him. Glen is withdrawn, talking to no one and taking his pain out on others in the ring." Shawn growled as he got up, kicking Kevin in the side as he did so. "And because of you, Scott drug into a situation that he should have never of been in."

Scott stood quietly, his mind filtering and trying to process what he had heard. The only thing that made any sense was that Kevin had hurt Glen. With a growl Scott picked up where Shawn had left off, pummeling Kevin until blood coated his fists. He felt hands at his shoulders an shrugged them away, his mind having gone to one thought, causing as much pain to Kevin as he could.

Finally Shawn managed to pull Scott away, dragging him to the other side of the room. Kevin was out, knocked cold after just a few punches. There were some cuts on his face, and blood was dripping from his nose and mouth. With a grimace Shawn rolled Kevin onto his side then looked back at Scott. He was curled into a ball, rocking back and forth as his eyes bore holes into Kevin. With a sigh Shawn squatted down and placed a hand on Scott's shoulder.

"Let's go back to your room. Hunter and Glen will be here in a little while."

Scott nodded numbly and got to his feet, turning his head so that he didn't have to see Kevin anymore. Silently they headed back to his room, both eagerly awaiting the arrival of the other two men.