"Chris move so I can kill that son-of-a-bitch!" Hunter growled. He tried to push himself past Chris but Jeff and Mike held him back. "Let me go! Let me go so I can put this lying—

"Oh come off it big nose," Bret snapped. "You're one to talk. Chris, I'm sorry. Next time I'll call. I should get going since the atmosphere here stinks."

"Oh no you don't asshole," Hunter growled. "You and I need to talk."

"I have nothing to say to you. Chris, I'll call you later."

"Just what I figured," Hunter scowled. "It's just like you to run away so go. Just put your tail between your legs and run away like a lost puppy. It's the only thing you're good at anyway."

That got Bret's attention. He quickly pushed his way through the door, shoving Chris to the side so he was now standing toe to toe with Hunter. "Listen here you son-of-a-bitch—

"No, you listen," Hunter growled. "What the hell makes you think you can just walk back into Shawn's life and continue on as if nothing happened?"

"And who are you to judge me about it?" Bret seethed. "The way I see it, you're just as much responsible for what happened years ago as I am so fuck you. I'll do what I want, when I want and what I want is my Shawny back."

The temperature in the room had risen to the melting point and for a moment Chris wondered if he should call security. He wasn't about to put himself in harm's way and he really wished that Hunter would just back off if only to keep the peace. Fat chance of that happening though.

"There ain't no way in hell you're getting him back. I'll see to it personally."

"Like you did 12 years ago?" Bret challenged. "I'd like to see you try but I'm warning you. It won't be so easy this time around. 12 years ago I was an insecure bastard and didn't realize what a prize I had but after seeing him today you'll have to kill me to keep me from fighting for him."

"Maybe I'll take you up on that," Hunter smirked.

"Okay, okay guys. Enough. Not here. You want to fight, do it somewhere else but I'll have no more of it!" Chris snapped. "I'm tired, I have a fucking headache and the two of you aren't helping. Hunter, shouldn't you be somewhere else?" Chris asked, glaring at him as if daring him to say no but Hunter ignored his anger.

"Where am I going to go?" Hunter asked, his eyes showing a hint of sarcasm. "Certainly not to my room. As you know, it's currently occupied – thanks to Bret of course."

"What the hell are you talking about Hunter?" Bret asked.

"Hunter," Chris warned. "Don't. Let it go."

"Why should I? It's his fault Shawn's all fucked up right now anyway. Let's just hope John's not too upset about what happened today."

"Wait what?" Bret asked his face twisted in confusion. "What's wrong with Shawn?"

"Nothing," Chris answered quickly. "Now Hunter—

"Shawn's losing it that's what," Hunter answered once again ignoring Chris. "He's back in me and Jeff's room with John because he was too scared to go to John on his own. He was freaking out because of your sudden interest in him again. You have no idea what Shawn went through with John and I'll be damned if you're going to tear them apart."

"I wasn't…I'm not trying to tear them apart!" Bret snapped irritably. "I just…I can't help what I feel Hunter. I'm prepared to leave my wife and kids for him. That's how much I love him."

"Yeah well no way. There's just no way. Whose to say you're not going to up and leave him again the next time your scary ass feels threatened?"

"I'm not that—

"Bullshit. Do I need to call Kevin and ask him to remind—

"Look, save it for the camera guys!" Chris snapped. Both Bret and Hunter opened their mouths to speak but Chris immediately cut them off. "Shut it! I don't wanna hear it. You got something you need to say, say it in front of the camera tomorrow. You know as well as I know Hunter that there's a chance Shawn might not even show up and according to my calculations, we should be nearing the debut of the Kliq anyway. So save it for tomorrow!"

Everyone in the room fell into an awkward silence though Chris felt hardly anything at all besides massive anger. He was tired and really wanted to go to bed just to put this crazy day behind him but from the looks of it he would have to beat everyone out or deal with it. Chris sighed. I wonder how Shawn is doing… I just hope John understands that Shawn still loves him. I don't think I can live with myself if they break up…

~*~*~

"John?"

"It's just me kitten," he said smiling weakly. John could tell by the look on Shawn's face that he was surprised to see him. More than that though, the weariness and discomfort seemed to outshine his shock which hurt John's heart. He hated seeing Shawn like this. The last time Shawn looked this out of it was the night John rescued him after his rape. Of course John didn't see it that way. To this day he still couldn't think of his finding Shawn as a type of "rescue" and was so ashamed of himself about it that he refused to forgive himself for it. Shawn on the other hand, did not blame John for it and refused to hear any apologies about it.

John reached out to cup the side of Shawn's face. His kitten kissed the palm of his hand, looking up at him with eyes filled with sadness. John just wanted to cry right then and there. Shawn was hurting. Shawn was really hurting and it was all John's fault. He knew the interview would be bad but a part of him couldn't help but wonder how he'd stand against a threat like Bret Hart.

John didn't even realize he was being pulled into the room. He had started to cry the moment he locked eyes with Shawn. Even though he had no idea what happened during the interview, he seemed to be able to feel Shawn's pain anyway and it was tearing a hole in him. John just dropped to his knees, wrapping his arms around Shawn's waist. "Oh God Shawn…I'm so sorry," he sobbed. He pressed his face to Shawn's body sobbing while Shawn just held him tightly, too choked up to speak. "I made you do this. I forced you…kitten please…please forgive me…"

Shawn kissed the top of his head, his own tears burning his eyes. "Don't…you did nothing wrong," he managed.

John shook his head, coughing. "I…I did…I made you…He still loves you—

"John don't—

"And how could he not?" John reached up, cupping Shawn's face pulling him to the floor. "God Shawn…you're so perfect," he choked. "I should have known he'd still love you."

Shawn shook his head. "No I'm not. I'm…I'm nowhere near…you have no idea…"

"You kissed him back Shawn."

Shawn shook his head furiously. "No…no John it wasn't…"

"It's okay," John said softly, caressing Shawn's cheek. "I know what happened kitten."

"Then you know that I'm not perfect if I let him…" Shawn choked back a sob. "I don't know what happened John, but I don't want to be with Bret. I don't… I want you," he pleaded.

John somehow forced himself to smile despite the tears that were pouring out of his eyes now. "Kitten, don't let your promise to make me happy keep you from being happy."

"I just…I couldn't do it John. I couldn't leave you. I know I promised you but I also promised to make you happy. I feel like I can do that if you'd just let me…"

Shawn knew where this was going and he wasn't about to hear it. Not now. Not ever. He couldn't – wouldn't let John do this to him. "No." He shook his head furiously, choking back sobs.

"Shawn—

"I'm not leaving you!" he cried. "I love you!"

"But you still have feelings for Bret. Don't you see Shawn?"

"See what?" he cried.

"You're in denial Shawn. I…as much as I hate it, Bret loves you in a way that I can't."

"But you love me just fine!" Shawn scrambled to his feet pulling away from John.

"Kitten I only want what's best for you." He too scrambled to his feet and followed Shawn towards the bed. He placed a hand on the blonde's shoulder but Shawn snatched it away. John sighed. I knew he wouldn't listen but it's for the best… "Shawn, I just want you to be happy love…you know, the way you made me happy."

Shawn choked back another sob as he spun around angrily to face his boyfriend. "You know, you're starting to sound like a few other people who thought they knew what was best for me," he said coldly.

"But Shawn—

"You're no better than Hunter or Chris if that's the excuse you're feeding me." Shawn closed the gap between him and John staring up at him defiantly with tear stained eyes. "I love you and I refuse to leave you. We're just starting our lives together and I'm not about to let Bret ruin it for us."

"But you love him," John cried. "You can't move on with me if you're in love with someone else!"

"That's not fair and you know it! I…I don't know how I feel about Bret alright? God… He…he pisses me off!" Shawn screamed. "He just…out of nowhere told me that he loved me today but so what? You think I should just completely forget about what I'm building with you just to start over with someone who may have let old feelings get the best of him today?

"Well—

"No John. No. I…I admit to having kissed him but it wasn't…He caught me off guard. But all this time I've been lying up in this room tonight, the only person I could think about was you John. Y-O-U…and how much I've missed you."

John was stunned. "Shawn—

"I thought about how much I missed your comforting arms around me and…and how cute you are when I make love to you," he whispered. John felt all his defenses shatter completely with those words. Shawn pressed his lips to John's. "I love you," he murmured. "I love you so much."

John helplessly allowed Shawn's tongue to enter his cavern, his emotion driven kiss making his head spin. All he could do was shudder each time he felt his kitten's fingers brush his body as they worked slowly to undo the buttons on his shirt. Shawn slid the shirt off of John's shoulders then quickly went to work undoing his pants.

"Shawn…you don't…" But he was cut off when Shawn suddenly pushed him backwards onto the bed. Shawn wasted no time tugging his pants off before crawling on top of him. "Kit- Ahhh!"

Shawn grinded his hips against John letting their erections touch.

"Ahh…Shawn don't… Ahhh please…" John now had the most painful erection and it was only getting worse because of the friction between them. "Shawn…"

"You want relief baby?" Shawn asked seductively, grinding harder against him, eliciting a loud cry from his love.

"Oh fuck please! Shawn I—

Shawn sucked hard on his neck while his hands wandered down his sides and in between his legs. "Tell me what you want."

"I…I want…Oh God…" Shawn's fingers were teasing the head of his cock making him twitch and moan with desire.

"Tell me John. What do you want baby?" he whispered, his sexy purr driving John into madness.

"Please…fuck kitten I…you…t-t-t-touch me," he pleaded.

"Mn…I love hearing you beg," Shawn teased. "So hot…" Shawn licked his way down John's body stopping momentarily to suck both nipples raw. John moaned the sweetest moan when Shawn bit him, making him shudder. The blonde purposely licked all around his throbbing cock until John was practically tearing at the sheets. Shawn licked his lips before taking John deep in his mouth all the way to the back of his throat.

"OH FUCK!" John screamed. His hips thrust forward and he almost exploded right then but Shawn wouldn't let him.

"Not yet baby."

"Ahhh…Shawny…kitten…please…," he moaned. "You're too wet and hot…Ahh fuck!" Shawn's tongue was teasing his slit so much that he couldn't stop cum from leaking through. "Ohhh….kitten…no more…I need…" Shawn's mouth moved up and down slowly over is shaft purposely prolonging John's relief.

"Tell me you love me John."

"I…fuck I love you!" he screamed. Shawn smiled as his hand moved to cup John's balls giving them a hard squeeze. John gripped the sheets even tighter begging Shawn to let him cum.

"Cum for me now John." Shawn covered him completely, holding him down while he released in his mouth. Shawn licked his lips.

"Mn…John you tasted sweet." John blushed, looking away and Shawn just smiled. He loved John so much and he could never get enough of sweet, innocent John. His blushing and helplessness was just so cute. Shawn crawled on top of him parting his legs in the process. "Aww…my baby's so sweet. You're blushing again."

John looked up at him and Shawn just wanted to melt. Those beautiful, soulful orbs of his were just filled with love. Shawn nipped at his lips. "I love you…so much John. I'll never give up on us." Shawn thrust inside of him hard making him scream from a mixture of pleasure and pain. "That's it John. Scream for me baby." My baby…my sweet innocent John… Shawn moved in and out of him slowly while John clung to him tightly, moaning his name with every thrust.

"So good John…So tight baby…" Shawn moved a little bit faster, his breathing becoming shorter with each thrust. John's muscles fit beautifully around his cock and he felt himself starting to cum. "Mn…John…I'm about to cum you're so fucking good."

John kissed his lips. "Cum kitten. Cum for me baby." John's warm breath on his ear was all it took. Shawn's body shuddered and he exploded inside of John moaning his name. John just held him close after Shawn collapsed, his messy blond hair falling like a blanket over John's chest. Shawn rose up just enough to kiss his lips then settled himself in his favorite place. He breathed in John's scent, the only scent that could bring him absolute comfort. He kissed John's neck. "Sweetheart I love you…so much. Don't ever think that I don't."

John tangled his fingers in Shawn's hair, eliciting the lovely purrs he adored so much until his kitten finally drifted off to sleep. John lay awake for a while because so much was weighing heavily on his brain. Thoughts of Shawn and Bret had him rethinking everything about his decision to be with Shawn. He knew he loved Shawn. He'd known it the night he allowed Shawn to crawl in his lap but he didn't want to believe it. It wasn't until he was about to lose him forever that it finally hit him like his very on Clothesline from Hell…

John and Shawn sat inside the limo in an awkward silence. It was almost time for their match, but they were having to wait what seemed like forever before they could enter the arena and exit the limo. The uncomfortable tension didn't help matters either. Shawn kept his face turned towards his window, staring out of it in an attempt to ignore the tension. John on the other hand, couldn't stop himself from watching the blonde. All week he began dreading this day but he couldn't – wouldn't – go back on his word. He loved and appreciated Shawn too much to fail him now but he had to admit that it hurt. This sucks. This really, truly, fucking sucks. John sighed before turning his attention to a window too.

"I enjoyed working with you, ya know?" Shawn's soft, gruff voice broke the silence. John turned towards him shocked that he even opened his mouth to say anything. Both had spent the majority of the evening ignoring one another until the point of madness. Shawn still had his face towards the window but John knew it was for the best. John forced a small chuckle.

"I…I wouldn't have thought as much but I'll take your word for it kitten." Kitten. John bit his lip. He hadn't meant to say it but he did and now he wished he'd never said anything at all. After tonight, there would be no more kitten.

"It's been…a journey," Shawn managed. "A hell of a journey for us both but in the end, I think it did some good." He turned to John smiling for the first time all night. He reached over and placed his hand inside John's. "You gave me something that none of my other friends have been able to do so far." John squeezed his hand staring back at him with a confused look on his face.

"I…Shawn I…what could you have possibly gained from hanging around a grouch like me?"

"You doubt yourself too much John. You're really a good person but I think you try to hide it to keep people at a distance. I…don't really understand it since I know you to be a good man but you don't have to change who you are on account of my feeble observations." He squeezed John's hand again before pulling away, turning back towards the window. John's heart began pounding rapidly, not to mention he was starting to sweat. God, what do I do? Please tell me what to do before it's too late! John glanced over at the blonde again, biting down on his lip. So much has happened between the two of us but I can't… John's music hit and he could feel the limousine making its way into the arena. Oh God…

John's palms were starting to sweat and he knew it was almost time. This would be the last time Shawn Michaels would ever be under his employment; under his watchful eye. This would also be the last time Shawn ever rode in a limousine with him. John glanced towards Shawn who still hadn't moved an inch. The crowd roared with a mixture of cheers and jeers letting him know that they were finally inside the arena. The vehicle slowed into a stop then the click of a latch was heard. The driver… John watched as Shawn readied himself to exit the vehicle and then it hit him.

"Shawn wait!" he breathed. The blonde's head quickly turned, his intense gaze lighting a fire in John that he wished was long gone. Palms sweating, heart pounding, he willed himself forward enough to just barely touch Shawn's lips with his own. "I love you," he whispered just as the door suddenly opened up.

John held tighter to Shawn at the thought. That night he'd almost lost Shawn forever. His contract was up and he had one final job to do and that was to win him the belt from John Cena. He was doing it to make him happy but that's not what John really wanted. After losing the match to Cena, he didn't think twice about that fucking piece of gold. That's because the real gold had already left the arena and walked out of his life for good – or so he thought. John could remember it just like it was yesterday. He could remember all the pain he felt. It was like he had no reason to live anymore because the one thing that mattered most in his life was gone for good. John hadn't been that sad since his best friend moved away. Ron… But then again, he couldn't really remember the pain. It was the same way with his ex girl Rene. He was sure he loved her to death but nothing – not a thing could compare to the grief he felt when he thought Shawn was gone for good. Shawn made me feel like I was worth loving even though I hated myself. I didn't deserve him but he stayed by me, even after I got my ass kicked. So loving…caring…so fucking perfect and yet…

John hated doubting Shawn's love for him and after tonight he couldn't but despite Shawn's argument he still felt like there was still love for Bret. Maybe not as much as it used to be, but it was still enough to ruin them. A part of John really wanted to wipe Bret out with a semi truck forever. Bret obviously hurt Shawn when they were together, so much so that Shawn had difficulty in just about every relationship following it. On the other hand, there was no such thing as a perfect relationship so Bret must have been something special. Shawn hated talking about him which meant there were still some deep rooted feelings that could only come from real love. So John knew. If Bret said he still loved Shawn then maybe Shawn had a moment of weakness. True love never dies which meant Bret was able to reach deep in his heart to remind him of their love. Either way John knew Bret was going to be a problem.

Just a few months ago John never would have dreamed he would be in a situation like this. Everyone hated him – including Shawn – so he had nothing to worry about right? Wrong! Shawn turned out to be the exception to every fucking rule in the book and because of this, John found himself falling in love for the first time in a long time. He never thought another day would come when he'd have to choose between his happiness and the happiness of someone else. He never thought in a million years that he'd be lying in bed with a sexy blond contemplating the act of sacrificing his own future just to give someone else the ultimate happiness. He never thought it and yet here he was…lying in bed with his perfect love…and a seriously heart-wrenching decision to make. He forced himself to swallow his sobs to keep from waking Shawn. You made the choice for me once and now it's high time I return the favor. I love you kitten…so much…

John somehow managed to unhook his leg from Shawn's and slide his body from underneath him. Shawn muttered something that sounded like "John" and shifted a bit. For a moment John just froze thinking that he'd woke him up but Shawn only curled up like he always did and fell back asleep. John had to tear his eyes away before emotions got the best of him. He crept to the other side of the bed and grabbed his clothes. It was only semi dark because of the light seeping in from a crack in the bathroom door so he had little trouble dressing. John quietly grabbed his keys, stuffing them on the inside of his jacket then he quietly moved towards the bed. Shawn was still sound asleep but John was happy to see that he wasn't stressed. In fact there were no signs of tension. Only a peaceful slumber highlighted by the angelic features of his face. John smiled. Oh kitten… I just hope I'm doing the right thing… He leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss to his lips.

"I love you Shawn…and I always will." John quietly headed towards the door and quickly left the room. He forced himself not to cry as he dialed the number. Yes…Mark first and then…

"Hello?" He picked up after three rings and John could tell he'd been sleeping.

"Mark it's me…John."

"What the hell man? What's wrong?" he asked groggily.

"I…I need you to do something for me. It's very, very important that you do it."

"Uh...alright," he answered reluctantly.

"It's about Shawn…"

~**~**~

"Alright. I can't take the silence anymore," Jeff grumbled. He stood to his feet and yawned loudly. "Baby, I'm tired. Let's just go back to the room and leave Bret alone."

"But I want to know what his deal is!"

"And I don't care what you want!" Jeff snapped. "Leave it alone Hunter. This is Shawn's problem not yours," he warned.

"But you were trying to help him," Hunter accused.

"Yeah but that's because he called me Hunter. You were there. Besides, I don't want a repeat of the last time. I won't have it. If you cross that line then I swear to God Hunter—

"Alright, alright fine!" he mumbled. "But you know as well as I know that John deserved it."

"Deserved what?" Bret asked. Hunter only scowled as he pushed his way past Bret towards the door. "Deserved what?" he asked again. "What did you do to old JBL?"

"The same thing I'm going to do to you if Shawn ends up heartbroken again." Hunter opened the door for Jeff pausing momentarily to bid them all a goodnight. "Good night Chris. I'll be in touch." With one last scowl at Bret, Hunter and Jeff were gone giving Chris a brief moment of relief anyway. Chris was hoping Bret would follow their lead but much to his dissatisfaction that would not be the case.

Bret suddenly turned to him and frowned. "What was he talking about Chris? What the heck happened to JBL?"

"I don't want to get into it Bret…at least not tonight," he added quickly when he saw the look on Bret's face. "Besides, that's really something you should talk with Shawn about."

"You know Shawn won't tell me. He hates me…well, for now anyway. So what happened? And how the hell did they end up hooking up anyway?"

Chris sighed. "It's a long story best left for another day." Mike yawned loudly which got Chris' attention. He'd forgotten all about Mike being in the room and couldn't help but smile when he saw how hard he was fighting to stay awake. Bret also suddenly yawned.

"Man…I'm about to drop dead any moment now. Chris, I'm sorry for….everything. I really wanted to talk with you but it can wait."

"It's okay. We'll talk. I promise but for now I think we both could do with a little—oh what now!" he groaned. Chris' phone was vibrating and without looking to see who it was he answered irritably. "What?!" he snapped. "Whoa…hey…Mark. I'm sorry. No…you have no idea. It's been….No, no. Hunter just left. Uh…later. We'll talk about it later. So what's—Oh you did huh? How is he?" Bret noticed that Chris was no longer angry and that his face was slowly draining of color. "Uh…right. 'Night Mark."

Chris' phone just fell to the floor and he didn't even bother to pick it up. Mike quickly rushed to his side and Chris just sort of folded into him. "Chris….Chris what's wrong?"

"Shawn…"

Bret grabbed Chris' shoulders. "What's wrong with Shawn?" he asked. "Come on Chris. Stop crying for a moment and tell me he's alright!"

"Alone…John…"

"John? What about John?!" Bret pressed.

"John's…leaving him…" Chris whispered. "John's…gone."

AN: Long delay but long chapter to make up for it. I attended another WWE House Show last Friday and had a great time which is why I haven't been online in almost a week. Hope you enjoyed the update. I hope I don't have too much longer to go with this one but who knows? Other updates are coming soon for "My Obsession", "Everybody Wants Shawn" and the Shawn OST's. Just...been sick lately and really haven't felt well enough to type let alone think. If I'm reading one of your stories, I'll eventually get around to catching up and if I owe you a requested pairing, I'll get around to it eventually as well.

My Current Obsessions:

1. Despise by vadg - Read it. It's the best JBL/Shawn fic I have read on this site...possibly ever. I love this take on Shawn's 'deal' with Jibble. It's such a refreshing change from my version of the events and it only makes me love that couple even more.

2. Secrets Uncover by Randysdymond06 - I normally hate reading stories with OC's or stories that pair wrestlers with divas but this series was actually really good. Always some drama.

3. Hidden Secrets, Diaries of the WWE Superstars by Taker-took-my-Toys - This is the funniest shit I've ever read. No lie. It gives Adnacia's Michael Cole/cupcake story a run for it's money. And if you haven't read the cupcake story, read it. It's on this profile. You WILL laugh.

4. Hot One Shots by Seraphalexiel - A bunch of OSTs with lots of different pairings. Check it out.