Chapter 3: One Man Drinking Song

Disclaimer: I OWN NOTHING! Not even Kat…Undertaker owns her - _-"

A/N at the bottom!

As Kat downed the last sips of her fifth Death in the Afternoon (a cocktail made up of absinthe and Champagne), she thought back to how she ended up in a bar called The Bitter End.

Kat ran past superstars and crew members as she made her way to her beloved bike. She had no idea where she was going, but she just wanted to run away. She had to get away from everyones judging eyes and sad pitying smiles. She felt her arm burning, knowing that The Undertaker was looking for her, she heard her cell ringing in her pocket, but she didn't care. Kat hopped on her bike and sped out of the parking lot, driving fast and blinded by her tears. She was going to drink away her sorrows at the first bar she found.

She fought back tears once again. That was about an hour ago, and true to her word once she saw the neon sign, it was over. She pulled over, sat down and here she stayed. Kat motioned to the bartender to get her another drink but he shook his head.

"Honey, I think you've had enough, why don't you let me call you a –oh my god!" He shrunk back against the far wall, one hand over his heart. Kat looked at him though the whites of her eyes, her hair starting to move in a wind coming from nowhere. "I want another drink." She slurred in a low voice. Quickly doing as she asked, he set another glass in front of her and scurried off, clearly frightened.

She gave him a grim smile and took a swig of the drink, no longer wincing at the burn. Kat sighed, her mind a mess of drunken thoughts and actions, all confusing the distraught young women. But even intoxicated, she knew her best friends scent anywhere. She quickly lifted the glass to her lips, trying to get one last chug in before it was snatched from her hands.

CM Punk stood next to her with a look of strong disapproval in his eyes as he pushed her drink away from them, shaking his head at all the other empty glasses. He ignored her attempted glare as he looked his Kat over. She didn't seem like she was hurt…on the outside, but he could see the heady depression in her eyes.

"What you doing here? How'd ya find me?" Kat demanded. Even she didn't know where she was. Punk gave her a cocky grin. "I tracked your phone." He said simply, a hand resting on her lower back as she swayed on the bar stool. "Why you drinking?" He countered, the disappointment ringing in his voice, but Kat just shrugged. Punk opened his mouth to say something else but suddenly Kat tried to get to her feet, forcing Punk to lunge at her to stop her from falling.

They stayed completely still for a moment, Kat tucked safely against his chest. "Where're you going?" He asked quietly, but once again she only shrugged. "Outside." She murmured, squeaking as he picked her up and walked them out of the bar. "Allow me M'lady." He called loudly, ignoring the strange looks he got, but smiled widely as Kat giggled.

Once he walked them over to an enclosed area, he set her down on a stone wall that lined the restaurant. Punk stood in front of her with a fond smile. He really did love her, more than she ever knew. He hated to see her so hurt, so broken, so…smoking?

Kat pulled out a pack of cigarettes with shaking hands. She knew it would upset him and selfishly she just wanted someone else to be hurting too. Punk snatched them out of her hand and angrily demanded "Why? You promised you'd stop smoking! What the fuck Kat?"

Kat leaned forward, almost falling off the wall as she tried to get them back, "They're unopened Punk, and I don't fucking CARE that you're mad! I need a fucking cig! Now give 'em back!" Her jaw clenching as he threw them over his shoulder into the dark. Snarling, the winds around them turned cold and began to whip their faces. She jumped to her feet and stood swaying in front of the unimpressed man. "I hate you!" She screamed childishly. "I hate everything about you! I hate everything you stand for! Straight Edge is STUPID! You're fucking stupid! You're fucking…" Kat screamed at him until her voice grew raw and she dropped to the ground. "I hate Kane." She sobbed as Punk followed her down.

CM Punk drew his arms around the girl he loved and rocked them while she cried her heart out.

John Cena was trashed. More trashed then he's been in a long looong time. He stood in the hallway outside of the hotel room that he and Randy were sharing, drunkenly trying to get the room key to work. He wasn't having much luck.

Edge and Lita had taken him out, gotten him drunk and listened with understanding looks as he spilled all his worries and fears onto them. From the beginning of their relationship, John never understood why Randy had chosen him. There were so many other guys that wanted The Viper, but Randy only had eyes for John. Cena never really…believed him. He was always waiting for the day that Randy would tell him it was all a big joke. A bet between him and Hunter. Something, anything that would break his heart.

Edge had given him a hard pat on the back. "He loves you dumbass." He said affectingly. "You're just too stupid to see it."

Lita had taken his hand (After giving Edge an elbow to the ribs) and told him that he was just overthinking things. That Randy did love him and that maybe he should confront Randy about what he saw tonight. "Just talk to him in the morning, it might not be all that bad."

John ran a hand over his face, drunkenly wondering where his hat had gone, when the door he was leaning on flew open, causing the Superstar to stumble into his enraged boyfriend chest. John gulped at the look on his lovers face.

"Where the fucks have you been?" The Viper snarled grabbing John by the arm and dragging him into the dark room. "You weren't in the locker room after the show and no one knew where the FUCK you were! And then you have the fucking BALLS to show up at my door drunk off your ass!" Everything about his stance and tone of voice screamed Viper, John was just staring to become afraid he was going to RKO him when Randys voice softened. "You had me worried to death…"

Tears welled in Johns eyes and he dropped them to the ground, trying not to look at his boyfriend of two years.

"I saw you with Christian" He confessed. "I saw you up against the lockers with him. It's okay Rand, I always knew you wouldn't want me forever. Can I just stay here tonight? I'll sleep on the couch.." Johns shoulders were hunched as he waited for the onslaught of anger and the oncoming 'Get the fuck out' but instead... Randy started to laugh and kissed him lightly.

"Love.." Randy pulled the drunken man against his chest, holding him lovingly. "I was defending you, defending US. I will never want anyone but you, you big stupid lump. When will you understand that? I love YOU John Cena."

John let the tears flow as he clutched Randy. This was his Randy, the one only he got to see. "I was so scared I was going to lose you. I don't know how to live without you."

Randy shhed him and started to strip the drunk man slowly. "Let's go to bed Love. We've got a show tomorrow."

"Shawn! Come on! I know you're in there!" Hunter banged his fist against the locked door. How did he know his other half was hiding inside his ex-wives house? His daughter had texted him one word, 'Mums.'

While Stephanie McMahon was not biologically Kats mother, she was the closest thing that Kat had. When she was younger, Hunter told her straight forwardly that her biological mother had died giving birth to her and that Hunter barely knew her. Kat figured out pretty quickly that she was a mistake, but she knew he father loved her more them life. For the earlier parts of her childhood, Kat spent a lot of time with Steph because well…because her and Hunter were married. But only a year into the marriage they devoiced because it was clear that Hunter was meant to be with The Heartbreak Kid. Speaking of Shawn…

"Septh! Open the fucking door! I know he's here! SHAWN! I will break down this door if you don't let me in! SHAW-" The door swung open and his Ex-Wife stood in her dressing robe, clearly extremely pissed. She had her arms crossed prissily over her chest, with her feet set wide apart. "Get off of my property." She snarled "Haven't you caused enough hurt tonight?"

Hunter ignored the tightness in his chest and shoved past her, making his way into the familiar house to the kitchen where he knew Shawn would be. He stumbled slightly, leaning on the doorframe of the brightly lit room. Hunter wished he hadn't had those few drinks before he came…thinking about it now, it probably would help his case..

Shawn sat at the island in the middle of the large kitchen, a glass of orange juice sitting in front of him. He winced seeing Hunter and turned away, pain clear in his eyes. Hunter sighed and stumbled his way over to the love of his life, wishing that this was the first time something like this had happened.

He dropped to his knees in front of HBK, not yet touching the older man. Shawn looked down at him with almost wide eyes. Hunter was going to beg…

"Shawn…baby I'm so sorry. You know I didn't mean what I said. You know how my temper is. I know that's not an excuse but…it's all I have. I know I've made a lot of mistakes over the years. Denying my feelings for you…the cheating with Katherines mother, leaving you when everyone found out, but Shawnie you know I was scared. I was never as open as you are about all this…love stuff. My biggest mistake was marrying Steph (Who huffed in the background and muttered 'asshole' affectingly under her breath). I'm meant to be with you Shawn. I…I love you. You're more of a parent to our Kat then anyone. She loves you…we both do…Please forgive me Shawn. I'm so sorry..I nev-"

Shawn slid out of the chair and knelt in front of the distraught man, gently putting two fingers over his lips. "Shut up you big oaf. I know you love me…because I love you and our daughter more than anything on this earth. You're not forgiven…not yet, but I love you."

Shawn leaned forward, closing the gap between him and his love. They kissed sweetly, Hunter letting out a shuttering breath. Behind them Stephanie groaned as made her way upstairs. This was her family…

"You guys can sleep in the guest room tonight." She called down to them, only getting a needy moan in response.

"And change the sheets when you're done!"

Undertaker sat alone at a bar, two bottles of Jack (one empty) sitting in front of him. He had been summoning Kat all night but she refused to come to him, much to his frustration. He was going to have to punish her later but right now he was annoyed.

Annoyed with everything and everyone. Kane, his stupid brother, for running his secret with Kat. At Kat for running off, and not answering him. Everyone in the lockeroom for whispering about how Hunter, Kats enraged father, was looking for him, threatening to kill him. And his powers for causing the lights in the bar to flicker infuriatingly.

He was getting a migraine.

He took another swig from the bottle as he noticed at young red head sitting across from him, eyeing him lustfully. With a wicked grin he stood and held out his hand to her. Leading her out of the bar and into the darkness. Kat wouldn't come to him? Fine, he'd have to relieve his stress on this poor girl.

She had no idea what's in store for her.

John and Randy lay in bed, wrapped up in eachothers arms. Randy smiled down at his boyfriend, shaking his head when John grunted in his sleep and held him tighter.

He, Randy Orton, was madly in love with John Cena. Who would have seen that coming?

Shawn and Hunter were curled up on the couch in Stephanie McMahons living room, kissing sweetly. Shawn put a hand on Hunters cheek. "What are you thinking about?" He whispered, recognizing the faraway look in Triple Hs eyes.

"I'm going to take Undertakers face and smash it in with my sledge hammer. I can't get that…monster off my mind." Hunter confessed. "I'm going to kill him for what he did to my baby."

Shawn pulled away from him slightly. "You listen to me Hunter Hearst Helmsley and you listen to me good. Your daughter is somewhere right now, probably crying her heart out thinking that she has let down the one person who means the world to her. Before you do ANYTHING to The Undertaker, we are going to talk to our girl. Do you understand me Hunter?"

Hunter winced but nodded his agreement. Kat had to come first, and he knew with Shawn by his side…everything would work out.

Punk held Kat in his arms as he carried her to the room he rented for them. As he looked down at her, he can't help but think she's beautiful. Kats hair was a mess and her eyes bloodshot...but god was she beautiful.

"I don't hate you" She whispered suddenly. "And I don't think being straight edge is stupid. Your amazing Punk, my best friend…will you stay with me tonight?"

He nodded as he let them in their room, having no intentions on telling her that he was going to do that anyways. He wouldn't leave her alone while she was like this, not in a million years. His eyes fall in the burn of the Undertakers mark on her wrist. His jaw tightened.

"I would kiss you Punk," She said drunkenly, and Punk had a moment of panic, knowing how much she had drank but Kat seemed to have read his mind. "but I drank so much I don't think it would be right for you." She grinned up at him, her words slurring. He nodded once again, smiling his famous smile at her caring soul.

A soul owned by the Undertaker. He frowned as he took off Kats shoes and tucked her into bed before crawling in with her. Kat curled up against him, her head resting on his chest and their hands laced together. "Do you think Daddy hates me?" She whispered her voice tight.

Punk kissed the top of her head. "Your fathers an asshole, don't get me wrong but he loves you. He'll get over it, Shawn on the other hand." He paused, making Kat look up with him in worry "Shawn will probably want to invite Undertaker over for tea."

Kat giggled and wiped her eyes, loving the way Punk held her tightly. "Thank you Punk." She whispered, already half asleep. "Love you."

When he was sure his Kat was asleep, he kissed her forehead and whispered back "Not like I love you."

The red head screamed as Undertaker pounded into her. The bed crashing into the wall, as his hands left bruises on her hips. "Please!" She cried, her nails clawing down his back. Taker snarled snapping his hips harder, the wind picking up around them.

Suddenly the girls eyes rolled in the back of her head as she came, taking the Undertaker with her. The redhead lay limp under him clearly passed out, withier from exhaustion or pain he didn't know nor care. She was covered in bruises and her ass was an angry red.

'This should be Kat,' Undertaker thought as he lay back against the headboard. Yes tomorrow he would find her and make his kitten pay. He smirked to himself.

She was his, no one elses.

Was this love?

Maybe.

Or maybe he should stop drinking so much.

A/N: Guys I'm SOOOO sorry about the long wait! I had some family stuff to deal with and still do. The next chapter shouldn't be so far away though!

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