AN: The story is going to be slightly AU in terms of dates. While I do own the Heartbreak and Triumph book and DVDs, I didn't feel like getting too specific with dates and I was too tired to go look stuff up again. So…the time frame for certain events that may occur in the future will be slightly off. Also, some of the wrestlers I may mention in the future may or may not have been with Vince at the time of said events. Some may even be WCW owned so just giving you the heads up. Oh and some of them may have some modifications done to their names. (I don't want to get sued) I did watch both shows at one time but my main focus has always been WWF/WWE so…yeah.

It was too late to take it back because he'd already said it. As Bret stood with his face to the wall that separated him from his rival, he closed his eyes to fight back the tears. He hated Shawn. He hated him so much because only Shawn could get under his skin like this. His wife, not even his brother Owen could irk him the way Shawn could in the past…or today too. Why did I come here? Why did I agree to this pointless interview? Bret bit his lip still fighting to keep from tearing up. For years people have been trying to get him to do interviews with Shawn but every time they asked, he would decline. Part of the reason he chose not to do the interviews was because he hated Shawn but not really. On the surface he really hated Shawn and in his mind, he hated him too but just because your mind hates something doesn't mean the heart will.

Bret groaned. Why? Why didn't I just stay home? Why didn't I just say no? Because truthfully, a part of him has always wondered what it would be like to talk with his ex lover after all these years. Secretly, he'd always dreamed of seeing him in person one last time but to do that would mean sacrificing so much. His dignity. His pride. Everything the Hart name stood for and yet he was here. He was finally here doing something he secretly longed to do but at a great price. So much has already been revealed today and the more I try to fight it, the more I end up revealing. What is wrong with me? Why can't I get it together? Why am I breaking like this? In a way, Bret felt kind of relieved to get some of this off of his chest. So long had he carried the secret of his affair with Shawn. No one knew. No one. Not even Owen though he was sure Owen suspected it at one time. But now it was out in the open and if Chris Irvin chose to air all of this on his special then soon the whole world would know. My name will be ruined. My wife will leave me. My family will hate me. I'm so stupid.

"God I'm stupid," he whispered. He waited and waited but the room remained quiet, no one daring to utter a word. Chris looked over at Shawn who was still standing at the door clenching the knob. The smart thing to do would be to call this whole thing off right now but I can't help but wonder if this is exactly what the two of them need. I want the scoop but at the same time, Chris Jericho will become even more famous if he could reunite these two before the world. Yes! I…I have an idea… Chris spoke softly.

"Say Bret, are you in the mood for more questions or would you feel better if we stopped the interview?" There was a long pause before Bret spoke up.

"I'll…stay if he stays."

"Alright. Shawn? Can you stay a while longer?" Chris asked. Shawn didn't answer. He just slowly turned around and made his way back to his chair. He stared down at the floor lost in an array of thought. Chris nodded towards Bret who finally took his seat as well. "Okay. So up until now, we've established that Shawn knew what was going to go down in Montreal. We've also established that the two of you weren't always at each other's throats. And…we've also learned that the two of you were closer than close at some point so now tell me, what exactly went wrong? How did Montreal manage to destroy such a relationship?"

"It wasn't Montreal Chris," Bret managed. "Montreal was just the icing on the cake so to speak."

"I…I don't understand."

"And you never will unless you understand my friendship with Bret," Shawn answered.

"Goddammit, did you have to say it like that?" Bret yelled.

"Say it like what Bret? Up until now you wouldn't even acknowledge the fact that we were best friends once so why should I emphasize that we were anything more?"

"You're the one that—

"No, you're the one that brought it up! I just refuse to back down this time. I told you I'm not afraid to tell the truth anymore Bret. I'm tired, so fucking tired of carrying these secrets around—

"Yeah well it hasn't been exactly easy for me too you know."

"You sure as hell make it easy each time you're in front of a Canadian cameraman!"

"WELL FUCK SHAWN, WHAT MORE DO YOU WANT FROM ME?" he screamed. "I just…I just did the unthinkable by admitting that I actually…that we were actually lovers!"

"Well good for you."

"God you're impossible!"

"And you're still a jerk!"

"I wasn't always a jerk Shawn. You forget I was your first friend in the WWF."

"Forget? That's not something you forget. I remember…I remember everything."

"Oh do you? Well let's see if you remember what I remember…"

*~*~*

Shawn and Marty finished showering then dressed quickly in silence. They grabbed their things and were about to head out the locker room when the door burst open. The Hart Foundation members, who included Bret, The British Bulldog, and Owen, were coming inside laughing and joking about something or another. David and Owen headed straight for the showers ignoring the two newcomers completely but Bret just paused at the sight of Shawn. He was no longer wearing the gay yellow tights from earlier, but the jeans he was wearing now were equally tight. His long blonde hair was clinging to the side of his face dripping wet and he was wearing a skin tight white tank. Bret had to catch himself. It was unlike him to pay so close attention to anyone especially a guy but Shawn was hardly a guy. With his curly wet hair, soft face, and striking blue eyes, it was kind of easy to forget the 'man' part of him. I must be joking… He quickly cut his eyes towards Marty who looked downright sick.

"Hey dude, you're alright?" Shawn cut his eyes to Marty who just barely managed to nod.

"Yeah. I'm cool," he squeaked. He forced a smile though Bret could tell he was still kind of shaken up. Marty turned to Shawn. "Uh…I'll go start the car." And with that he quickly scrambled out of the room.

"Is he really alright?" Bret asked. Shawn blinked a few times a little taken back that a superstar like Bret was speaking to him.

"Yeah. He uh…he'll be fine. I guess."

"Oh okay." There was a long pause. "Uh…so…"

"I'm sorry." Shawn stuck out his hand. "I'm Shawn. Shawn Michaels." Bret gave him a short, firm handshake.

"Bret. I talked to your partner earlier. I don't know if he told you but a couple of the guys were giving him a hard time, even tried to pick a fight with him."

"He didn't wanna tell me but I kind of figured."

"Yeah. They said some pretty mean things to him. It's really none of my business but if your boy ever hopes to make it around here he's gotta buck up. If they know he's weak—

"He's not weak!" Shawn snapped.

"Hey! Whoa, I'm sorry. Just trying to help." Shawn let out a sigh.

"Look, I'm…I'm sorry. It's just…Marty's very…"

"I know."

"You know?" Shawn frowned.

"I watched the two of you wrestle tonight. You two did good, but I can tell Marty's not the most confident of people. It was written all over his face during the match."

"Yeah. It's really a long story but I'd rather not get into it."

"Don't worry about it. I shouldn't be all in your business. But uh…I just thought I'd tell you about your match. You guys are good. Keep it up. The guys will come around eventually." Shawn smiled.

"Thanks. Thanks a lot. Well uh…see ya around," he grinned before hurrying away. When he was gone Bret let out a breath he didn't know he'd been holding.

"Wow. Just wow bro." Bret turned to see Owen leaning next to one of the lockers with a towel wrapped around his waist.

"What do you mean 'wow'?"

"You're really fascinated with the newcomers aren't you?"

"Well…not really. I just think they have a lot of potential."

"You're just like father. You know that?"

"Yeah well I can't help what I see." Owen quirked his brow.

"Yes well one can't help but wonder what else you noticed," he teased. Bret frowned.

"What the hell does that supposed to mean?"

"Oh well you know…" Owen smirked. "He is quite pretty. A little too pretty for his own good wouldn't you agree?" Bret stared at his bro.

"I…wouldn't know. You know full well I'm only interested in women. I'd never embarrass my family by looking at another guy. That's disgusting!"

"Oh come off it Bret. Just because you notice some things about other guys doesn't make you a queer. Besides, from the looks of it, Shawn is with…what's his name?"

"Marty."

"Yes Marty so even if you were gay you wouldn't stand a chance." Bret laughed at his brother.

"Stop joking around Owen. One of these days you're going to get yours if you don't lay off. What other people do is their business now I'm going to shower."

"Bar in an hour?"

"You know it."

*~*~*

"For someone who's completely and totally devoted to women, you sure as hell noticed a whole lot about me that night."

"Like my brother said, noticing things about other men doesn't mean you're gay. Besides, it's not like I tried to grope you or something."

"Whatever," Shawn mumbled.

"Not my fault you looked like a girl," Bret teased.

"I did not look like a girl!" Shawn huffed. "I just…long hair was the style back then. Besides you're one to talk. You wore pink in the ring and had pretty long hair yourself."

"But no one would ever think me pretty."

"Oh so I was pretty to you?"

"No you just…you know what? I'm not going to go there."

"Chicken."

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me." Bret balled up his fists in frustration but then a wry smile crept up on his face. I'll fix him…

"So was Marty pretty to you?" Bret asked casually. "I'm sure he had to be since the two of you were lovers. No one in their right mind would screw someone they found to be unattractive." That did it for Shawn. He jumped out of his chair and started pounding away at the divider.

"SHUT YOUR MOUTH! DON'T YOU DARE SPEAK OF HIM!" Shawn yelled.

"Oh my. Why so touchy?"

"I HATE YOU! BASTARD! YOU KNOW FULL WELL THAT I WAS SAD ABOUT MARTY. HE…HE WAS MY ONLY FRIEND! I WAS DEVASTATED WHEN HE LEFT ME!"

"Then maybe you shouldn't have run him off like you did all of your other lovers!" Shawn opened his mouth to speak but all he did was choke, no longer being able to hold back the tears.

"Oh God," he cried. "How…could you be so cruel?" Shawn leaned against the glass divider and started sobbing. "You…you know I told you about Marty."

"Yes you did but not everything." Shawn glared at the wall.

"You knew he was weak," Shawn cried. "You knew that from day one yet you didn't—

"Hey, I tried to help him alright? I did try! I mentored to him—

"But not hard enough. You were afraid to be around him and me at first because you were so scared you were going to be labeled gay."

"That's not—

"THAT'S THE TRUTH AND YOU KNOW IT! MARTY LEFT BECAUSE HE COULDN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE! HE…HE COULDN'T TAKE THE PAIN! IT…it hurt him to hear people whispering lies about us behind our backs. If you were such a good friend—

"I DID HELP HIM THAT NIGHT SHAWN! YOU HAVE NO IDEA—

"YEAH WELL YOU WAITED TOO LATE BRET! You waited too late…The damage had already been done…"

~*~*~

Marty stood under the steaming water sighing happily as the water trickled down his sore body. What a night he thought. They'd been working house show and tapings of Raw at least five of seven days a week for almost two years now. They were yet to have a break but Marty wasn't complaining. He was just happy to be in the running for tag team gold soon especially since it took him and Shawn so long to get to this point. They'd been solid since day one but after being suspended for supposed 'drug abuse', both Marty and Shawn had to take the back seat to other, less talented guys. It hurt like hell but what could they do about it? Shawn pleaded to Vince that it was a mistake. Neither one of them were doing drugs…well, the occasional sleeping pill from time to time but nothing major. However, the drug test said otherwise and so they were suspended. After a month off, they came back determined to prove everyone that they were made to wear gold. It's been two years and we're still ignored and treated like crap.

Marty raised his head wetting his face before staring back down at the floor. They'd been wrestling together here for almost two years and still no one took them seriously. And to make matters worse, everyone said bad things about them behind their backs, especially about Shawn. Shawn's a great guy. He's gotta know what people are saying about us and yet he doesn't let it bother him. Shawn's amazing. I don't know what I'd do without him.

"Mmm well. What have we got here?" Marty jumped and turned around. Oh God… It was the same guys that smacked him around on his first night here. Kenneth and the one they called A. Johnson stood before him smiling sadistically.

"Uh…I was just leaving. So I'll just…"

"Oh no. You stay right there," Kenneth commanded. "Don't think we don't know about you and Shawn. Quite frankly A.J and I aren't at all disgusted it by it."

"Oh no," A.J growled. "In fact, we find it quite the turn on."

"I…I don't know what you mean," Marty stammered. Kenneth rolled his eyes before running up on Marty shoving him back against the tile.

"You two are gay but let's face it, you're both too pretty for your own good." Kenneth pressed his nose against Marty's neck taking in his scent. "Mmm…A.J he sure smells good."

"I bet he does."

"Guys…guys please—

Smack! Kenneth slapped Marty as hard as he could across the jaw.

"Shut up!" he snapped. "You belong to us for now so you better do as you're told or else." Marty could only nod his head for fear of crying. "Very good," Kenneth whispered. "Now on your knees." Marty stared at him, clearly confused by the order until he saw A.J. pulling off his tights. Oh God… Kenneth reached in his tights pulling out his throbbing cock. He looked back at his friend grinning before turning back to Marty. "Open wide punk." Kenneth grabbed a handful of Marty's hair tugging on it until the blonde finally opened his mouth. Kenneth shoved his cock in Marty's mouth making him gag. "Oh shut up and take it blondie. You know you like this kind of thing," he growled. Kenneth moved Marty's head back and forth over his cock. "Oh fuck yes…take it…that's it…fuck," he moaned. Marty's eyes were just pouring warm tears as he did the unthinkable. Every time he tried to pull away, Kenneth would pull his hair making him choke. "Oh fuck! I'm about to cum." Kenneth slammed Marty's mouth with his cock one last time, his knees buckling from the pleasure. He held Marty's head over his cock causing him to choke and gag as he cummed in his mouth. "Ahhh….fuck," he moaned. When he was done he pulled Marty to his feet and shoved him against the wall. "All yours A.J," he grinned.

"No…guys please…" A.J. clasped his waist pulling his ass against his cock.

"Shut up boy and get ready to take this cock. If you don't we'll get pretty little boyfriend next and you don't want that do you?" Without preparing him, A.J. slammed into him.

"OH GOD!" Marty screamed.

"Ohh….fuck so fucking tight!" A.J. pounded into him harder and faster, loving the way Marty fit so snug around his thick cock. Marty just held onto the tile crying uncontrollably from the pain. He felt like his insides were being ripped to shreds and he could feel the warm blood running down his legs. A.J. leaned closer to him, running his thick tongue along side Marty's ear.

"Oh fuck cutie…You're so tight. So fucking tight and good…fuck…" He slammed into him faster and harder. Pretty soon Marty's body started to feel a sickening pleasure from his assaulters. The next slam hit his prostate causing him to cry out from a mixture of pain and pleasure.

"Oh God!" he moaned. A.J. and Kenneth both grinned.

"Aww…you like that cutie?" they teased. "Well too bad because I'm about to cum." A.J slammed into him hard one last time before filling him with his juices. He pulled away and Marty collapsed on the floor sobbing.

"See you tomorrow punk," Kenneth growled before they left.

~*~*~

Bret closed his eyes fighting hard to keep from crying. He had no idea that Marty was being raped but even if he knew, the real question that nagged him now is, would he have cared enough to help him? A single tear rolled down Bret's cheek and then another…and another until tears just flowed on their own. Chris however, was beyond hiding his sadness. His eyes were puffy and red as he sat there staring at the floor. Bret looked towards the divider just barely being able to make out Shawn's form.

"I didn't know. I give you my word that I didn't know." Shawn wiped his eyes and took a deep breath.

"Yeah well now you do," he answered softly. Bret closed his eyes reminding himself of the timid little Marty that he knew back when. He was a pretty decent guy. They had spoken on several occasions before and after matches. Shawn of course, had no idea of their secret friendship but it was out of respect for Marty. Since Marty seemed to have a sort of dependency on others, Bret only wanted to help him learn to stand on his own. Marty appreciated Bret because he allowed him to fight his own battles within reason unlike Shawn who always wanted to be his protector. But I never knew that he was being raped. If I knew…I swear I would have stood up for him. His thoughts left Marty and an image of a young Shawn was placed in front of him. He was ashamed to admit it, but back then, Shawn really was a beautiful man. Everything about him had been perfect. Too perfect which scared Bret to this day and yet…

"I'm really sorry about what happened to Marty but…" Bret closed his eyes and an image of a sweet, innocent looking Shawn stared back at him. His long hair enclosed his face highlighting those beautiful blue jewels. His beautiful smile just made his heart melt to pieces. I couldn't imagine… I couldn't imagine anyone hurting him like that. "I'm just glad it wasn't you." Bret listened as Shawn broke down once more. By now, Chris had given up and was just as caught up in the story as Bret. Chris' hands were covering his face as he silently wept for both men. Shawn on the other hand just couldn't stop crying. It hurt him so much. Although he and Marty were never really gay, it was after Marty left when Shawn realized that he loved him.

"Shawn? Shawn please…don't cry." Bret's voice was cracking up betraying him in every possible way but he couldn't help it. He could remember seeing Shawn cry once. It hurt him to heart then and it was hurting him now. Bret stood to his feet and went over to the divider. "Shawn…Shawn come on now," he begged. "You're…I'm supposed to hate you right now but I can't because you're crying…and now I'm crying. I hate seeing you cry and it's just as bad listening to it. You…you always do this to me ya know? You make me feel things that I shouldn't be feeling and it's wrong. God it's so wrong but I can't stand it. I can't stand to hear you cry for him so stop it!"

"Why are you trying to console me?" Shawn whispered. "You don't know what it feels like…"

"Shawn I…I may not know exactly what you're feeling but I know how I'd feel if I knew it happened to you." I couldn't bare it. I hate you but I don't… God these feelings!

"How Bret? How would you feel?" His voice was low and gruff but it was filled with a sadness that shook Bret to the very core.

"I'd…I'd hurt Shawn," he breathed. "I'd hurt so much because I couldn't imagine anyone hurting you like that." You were so innocent…and so beautiful…

"I guess not everyone shared the same feelings because they got me too. The very next night they got me too."