A/N: Alright readers, I have come to the conclusion that it just doesn't work trying to update so many stories at once. So as it stands now, A Melding of Bodies and a Mending of the Heart is going to be the only other story updated out side of this one. Once this story reaches it's ending then I'll move on to another one, either Witchy Woman or Of Highfliers and Powerhouses. But for a while just this one is going to be worked on. I apologize for those that were waiting on one of my other ones to get updated, I just can't get the musi to acquiescence to my demands.
Enough of the chatter, y'all came to read and read you shall. I hope you enjoy this small offering. Kane muse is working back to firing on all evil cylinders, so the following chapters should come out a lot better. Enjoy!
Some time later Hunter and Shawn walked through the lobby, keeping their eyes peeled for any sign of Glen. Both men were worried, they tried to call his phone but it just went straight to voice mail. As they headed to their room they seen Mark stepping off the elevator and Shawn rushed over, his worry over Glen out weighing his aggravation at Mark for the moment.
"Mark. Have you seen or heard from Glen?" Shawn asked as he latched onto the large man's arm.
"No." Mark shook his head. "Why?"
Shawn worried his lip as he wondered about whether or not he should tell Mark about Glen's disappearance. As he debated Hunter walked over and whispered something into Shawn's ear, causing him to jerk his head towards the door. Standing just inside double doors of the lobby was Glen, his eyes darting around as if on the look out for something or someone. Shawn let go of Mark and dashed across the lobby, tackling the large man to the ground and straddling his hips.
"Where in the hell have you been? Why didn't you answer your phone? Why didn't you leave a note? Do you know how worried you made us?" Shawn's words were rushed and he accentuated his questions with jabs of his finger to Glen's chest.
Glen's eye's were wide as he stared up, as he didn't know where he was. Shawn pulled his brows together in confusion when Glen didn't respond, however he didn't get a chance to say anything due to Hunter plucking him up from Glen's waist. Mark was standing behind Hunter, looking over his shoulder and watching as Glen's eyes started to dart around the lobby again. He frowned, Glen was skittish; not something that Mark would associate with his friend. He moved so that he was standing next to Hunter and offered Glen his hand. Cautiously Glen gripped the proffered hand pulled himself up, pulling his hand away quickly.
"Don't touch me." It was said in a panicked voice before Glen took off towards his room, leaving Hunter, Shawn and Mark staring at each other confusedly.
"That boy has major issues." Hunter said as he shook his head.
"You would too if you went through what he did." Mark growled before taking off after Glen.
"Did you have to say that?" Shawn asked, frowning up at Hunter.
"Yeesh, it slipped. I'm sorry."
Shawn rolled his eyes and started towards their room, leaving Hunter grumbling in the lobby.
Mark was only two steps behind Glen and managed to grab the door before it closed on him. Glen was pacing his room, his hands fisted in his hair; pulling large handfuls out. Mark stood quietly, watching as Glen started to mumble to himself, alternating between questioning and berating himself.
"Why? What have I done to deserve this? It's because I'm worthless." Glen turned and started towards the other wall, yanking another fistful of hair out. "Worthless. It's why Mark turned on me. It's only a matter of time before Scott does. What if he has already? Wouldn't surprise me if he did. I'd deserve it. I deserve everything that's happened to me. And Shawn and Hunter, I'm dragging them down with me. They're gonna end up the same way Mark did, hurt because I'm such a failure that I need others to fight my battles."
Mark couldn't take it anymore, he reached out and grabbed Glen when he got within arms reach, pulling him close to his chest and holding him tight as he struggled to get loose. Glen's sheer size along made it hard for Mark to hold on, and add to it the strength that comes with madness; it wasn't long before Mark lost his grip. Mark stood still as Glen stared at him, madness glinting in the depths of his blue eyes. It was tense stand off, Mark not knowing what Glen was going to do or what he was capable of. Carefully, so as not to startle him, Mark raised his hand and pushed hair away from Glen's face.
"Why?" Glen croaked out; flinching away from the touch.
"Why what?" Mark breathed, figuring that for the moment he'd go along with whatever Glen was saying.
"Why are you taunting me?"
"I-I don't understand Glen."
"Why are you showing me a Mark that wants me? He can't possibly want me. I'm dirty, used…" Glen trailed off, shaking his head and mumbling under his breath.
Sadly Mark realized that the stress of everything had finally snapped Glen's mind in two. He was no longer dealing with the man he knew, he was dealing with a man patch worked together by his pain and his insecurities. He was going to need help if he was going to sneak Glen's fragile mind state past Vince and the board of commissioners. If they even sensed that Glen wasn't in control of all his facilities they would hand him his walking papers quicker than jobber losing a squash match. Mark moved over and grabbed Glen, herding him towards the bed and pushing him down; intending on getting him to sleep some how. Glen however slipped further into his delusions and suddenly grinned up at Mark, running the tip of his tongue along his bottom lip and grabbing Mark's hips.
"Hey, now. None of that." Mark removed Glen's hand, pinning them to his sides. "You need to rest."
"No. I need you Marky."
Mark quirked an eyebrow, Glen had never called him Marky before. And even though the situation was serious, Mark couldn't stop the grin that twitched at his lips. Glen took it as a sign of Mark's acceptance and leaned up to kiss him. Mark pulled back, shaking his head.
"Glen, lay down."
"But I'm not tired. I slept for a long while out in the country….under the cottonwood trees where bees were buzzing lazily on the breeze……."Glen rambled on and Mark looked down concerned now more than ever of Glen's mental state. "Marky?"
"What Glen?"
"Am I bad?"
"No." Mark said with a shake of his head. "Why?"
"Cause, I cheated on Scotty with you, but I cheated on you with Scotty. That makes me bad…..doesn't it?"
"No.." Mark really didn't know how to answer that question; well he did but he figured that it would do more damage than good.
"Marky…"
"Yea Glen?"
"I'm sorry."
"For what?"
"For everything. For not being strong enough to take care of Kev myself, for not being there when you need me. For walking away when I wanted nothing more than wrap myself around you and let you fuck me senseless, and for taking up with Scotty."
"Shhh Glen. Just lay back and close your eyes for minute." Mark said softly. "Take a couple deep breaths for me." Glen complied and he started to sink into the mattress. "That's it Glen…just relax….take a couple more breaths…..I'll still be here when you wake back up." He murmured as Glen dropped off into a fitful sleep.
