In the Nights We Wept

Disclaimer- I don't own anything to do with the WWE. Remember this is AU wrestling world, meaning anything and everything can happen.

Warning- mentions of violence

Summary- Mark is offered a chance to grant one of his greatest desires, one he has longed for. What happens when a simple wish that seemed so harmless becomes not so flawless? Slash.

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Randy awoke to the late morning light filtering though the blinds. He moaned as a spasm of pain ran down the length of his body. He was exhausted and wanted nothing more than to lay back down and rest his body so that it could heal. The only thing that kept him from doing just that, was the lingering knowledge that told him he wasn't laying in his own bed or John's for that matter. Randy gently sat up making sure his movements were slow. Randy crawled out of the large comfortable bed, testing his weight and checking over his injuries before walking to the closed bedroom door. Simply dressed in a pair of boxers and a huge black t-shirt that hung off his lean figure, Randy opened the door and looked both ways before walking down the hallway towards the stairs. He moved in slow calculated steps keeping his injuries in mind, his ribs protesting majorly even with the smallest movement. Randy crept down the stairs thankful they didn't squeak or groan in protest. He reached the bottom step, he went to go towards what he thought was the front door when he came face to face with someone.

Mike had been in the kitchen finishing the dishes while Glenn and Mark had taken the ATVs out for a ride down the the old creek out on the edge of their property. Mark had left the radio playing in the kitchen, Mike gently swayed his hips as he puttered around. He looked at the clock and figured Glenn and Mark should be returning soon. Him and Glenn had planned to spend the day around town together. Mike finished drying off the last plate and placed it in it's rightful spot in the cupboard before wiping down the counter. Mike sighed and went to go get ready, he went towards the stairs and found himself coming face to face with another that shouldn't be in the house.

Mark and Glenn, shut off the engines to the ATVs and parked them in their rightful spot out in the shed, Mark slapped an hand onto Glenn's shoulder as they were heading back to the house.

"What plans do you and Mike have?" Mark asked.

"Mike wants to go into town and walk around for a while, we'll probably go out to dinner later." Glenn grunted, Mark nodded. "Have you called Dr. August to check up on your house guest yet?"

"I called him the first night, he's coming later today to check up on him and make sure his injuries aren't to bad." Glenn nodding he was going to say something else when they heard screams coming from the house, the two shared look and took off in a run towards the house.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Mark and Glenn burst though the back door finding Mike and Randy standing face to face, while the dogs jumped around barking at the loud noise, even Daya had come out of hiding standing all arch backed on the back of the couch, hissing like a cat possessed. Glenn crossed the room creeping up behind his boy and silence him with a hand slapped across Mike's mouth cutting off his screams. Mark placed a hand on Randy's shoulder making his scream die off. The dogs still jumped around barking, Mark glared at them.

"Tarka, Kabota bed. Now." His hissed pointing a finger in the direction of their beds, both dogs hung their heads laying down in their rightful spots keeping a watchful eye on the scene before them, ready to come to the rescue of their own.

Mike mumbled against Glenn's meaty palm before sinking his teeth into it making Glenn retract his hand.

"What the fuck is he doing here? Why the fuck is he here? Did you know he was here? Why the fuck is he here? Why didn't you tell me? How long has he been here? Once again why the fuck is he here? Why the fuck aren't you answering me?" Glenn once again rested his hand over Mike's motor mouth, Mike fell silent.

"Shh.. I'll answer all your questions later, why don't you go get ready and we will head to town." Mike glared at Randy, who look back at Mike his face emotionless. Glenn gently grasped Mike's chin and titled his head until Mike was looking into his eyes.

"Don't worry about him, go upstairs and get ready." Mike tried to look at Randy again but Glenn wasn't letting go of his chin. "Now Michael." Glenn released his chin and turned him in the direction, smacking his ass to get Mike in motion, Mike glared over his shoulder at Randy before going up and heading to the room he shared with Glenn.

"Ignore him for now, he's stubborn." Randy nodded, of course he knew that already. There was a knock on the door, Mark squeezed Randy's shoulder and went to answer the door, a man in his early 40's stood on the door step.

"Dr. August come in. It's good to see you again." The Dr. shook Mark's hand, nodding at Glenn when he entered the other hallway and he caught sight of the Big Red Monster.

"How is Michael? Is he well?" Glenn nodded,

"He's doing just fine." Dr. August nodded,

"That is good." Mike chose the moment to re-appear at the top of the stairs making his way downstairs. Choosing to ignore Randy Mike looked towards Glenn raising an eyebrow in question.

"Can we go?"

"Let me go change my shirt." His black shirt was covered with dust from the dry dirt that flew at them while riding around. Glenn disappeared, Mike nodded at Dr. August who returned the nod.

"So Mark what can I do for you today?" Dr. August asked getting to the point of his reason for his being there.

"I need you to check Randy here, it seems he ran into a couple people's fist and feet." Mark said nodding at Randy, Randy winced and rubbed his side where his ribs were still bothering him.

"We can do that." Mark nodded and gestured for the two to follow him back upstairs, Dr. August followed behind the Deadman but Randy lingered at the bottom of the stairs for a second, staring into Mike's eyes. Nothing was said between them, Mark paused having noticed Randy wasn't coming.

"Randy?" Randy didn't respond, his attention was focused on Mike. After a few seconds, Randy blinked and looked away, he looked up the stairs towards Mark before looking once more back at Mike and shook his head walking up the stairs, following Mark to the room he had woken up in.

Mike stood at the bottom watching Randy's retreating back. He didn't notice when Glenn had once again appeared before him, he jumped slightly when Glenn's hand rested on his cheek. Glenn raised an eyebrow, Mike shook his head plastering a smile on his face.

"Ready to go?" Glenn grabbed the younger man's hand and lead him towards the door.

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A.N It's kinda short but ehh words aren't flowing at the moment, and even worse I can't seem to spell anything right at the moment. Randy should seriously change his name to 'Radny' cause maybe I'd actually spell it right. Every time I type his name I type 'Radny', it's annoys me so much.

I hope this chapters peak your interest at least even if it wasn't much. I felt like I should write something at least.