Reality Check
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slashburdTitle: Reality Check
Author: slashburd
Pairing: Shawter
Rating: T
Disclaimer: I do not know of any of this to be true, I don’t know or own these people (but I'd secretly love to!).
Summary: Written after the segment on Raw tonight that bent my brain. Not sure if it made me feel better but it didn't make me feel any worse!!
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A large hand settled on his shoulder and stopped Shawn in his tracks. All he wanted was to get to his dressing room and have a moment alone but it didn't look like he was going to get it.
“Shawn?”
Turning around Shawn looked at the man before him, a different look in the hazel eyes to any he'd seen before. He knew what would happen, had warned all of them that involving him would lead to no good but they'd been insistent. Vince, Hunter and Mark had all played a part in getting him to be there but even up to the last minute he'd pleaded with them not to do the promo that was all planned out.
“Hunter, I...”
“I know you've got media to do but, well, you got a minute?”
Looking at the expression on Hunter's face he hadn't the heart to say no, wanting more than anything to have an urgent valid reason to enable him to get out of the conversation they'd danced around for months since the match was booked.
Nodding in the general direction of their room Shawn led as Hunter trailed behind, same as he ever had done. A few minutes of deserted corridors later and they were behind closed doors, Hunter slipping his jacket off and Shawn propping himself against the nearest wall.
“I warned you not to bring me into this. You don't listen do you? No idea at all.”
The exasperation in Shawn's voice was clear and Hunter did his best not to let the hurt on his face show any more than it did in his every movement. He'd known that they were playing with fire but chanced it anyway, knowing that the company needed the business and that Shawn being there and getting involved was the best way to generate that.
“I didn't think it'd feel like this. You... walking way like that. Leaving me there. Shawn, you were right and now I'm just....”
In seconds Shawn had crossed the gap between them and pulled Hunter close to him, one hand curled around the back of his neck, the other wrapped tightly around his back. For a minute that felt like an hour he didn't move a muscle, trying to let the affection convey what he knew words couldn't restore as quickly. Slowly he felt the muscles under his fingers start to give a little, knowing that what he sensed had been right. Everything about them was based on being there. A simple concept that had seen them through good times and bad.
“You okay there big guy?”
The whispered words went in Hunter's ear but straight to his shaky feeling heart. The booked end result hadn't been revealed to either of them yet, Vince deciding to keep it a secret right to the last minute to, allegedly, get the best out of the tension and drama building up to Mania. He knew that either way Shawn would be there for him, that nothing between them would change. He had railed hard against the idea of Shawn as the guest referee and their segment had made him realise that he'd been right to do so. What he wanted was to get the match over and done with so he could go back to normal in his mind.
“Yeah, I think so. Just, don't walk out on me again if the Deadman does hand me my ass on Sunday, okay?”
With his usual silly sounding laugh and a playful slap to Hunter's arm Shawn made it clear that he had no intentions of doing so. He resolved inside to tell Vince to shove it if any more wise ideas came to him, knowing that as much as he was committed to WWE he was committed to Hunter more. Win or lose he was around for a long haul that had gone on for over fifteen years.
Planting a chaste kiss on Hunter's forehead he pulled away and saw the smallest smile appearing. Firing his winning one back Shawn reached up and rubbed at the scruffy beard that encircled the lips that he was so familiar with. Their eyes connected and it felt as if all was right again, at least from where he was standing. He knew that over the next few days he'd get the odd question about whether or not he thought Hunter deserved to win, if he could win convincingly and if the streak could be rightfully his when it wasn't Shawn's. All the answers would be reassuring and, more importantly, the truth. All he had to do now was watch and wait on Sunday but one thing was for certain. Streak or no streak, there was never any chance of him walking away for real.
Author: slashburd
Pairing: Shawter
Rating: T
Disclaimer: I do not know of any of this to be true, I don’t know or own these people (but I'd secretly love to!).
Summary: Written after the segment on Raw tonight that bent my brain. Not sure if it made me feel better but it didn't make me feel any worse!!
*
A large hand settled on his shoulder and stopped Shawn in his tracks. All he wanted was to get to his dressing room and have a moment alone but it didn't look like he was going to get it.
“Shawn?”
Turning around Shawn looked at the man before him, a different look in the hazel eyes to any he'd seen before. He knew what would happen, had warned all of them that involving him would lead to no good but they'd been insistent. Vince, Hunter and Mark had all played a part in getting him to be there but even up to the last minute he'd pleaded with them not to do the promo that was all planned out.
“Hunter, I...”
“I know you've got media to do but, well, you got a minute?”
Looking at the expression on Hunter's face he hadn't the heart to say no, wanting more than anything to have an urgent valid reason to enable him to get out of the conversation they'd danced around for months since the match was booked.
Nodding in the general direction of their room Shawn led as Hunter trailed behind, same as he ever had done. A few minutes of deserted corridors later and they were behind closed doors, Hunter slipping his jacket off and Shawn propping himself against the nearest wall.
“I warned you not to bring me into this. You don't listen do you? No idea at all.”
The exasperation in Shawn's voice was clear and Hunter did his best not to let the hurt on his face show any more than it did in his every movement. He'd known that they were playing with fire but chanced it anyway, knowing that the company needed the business and that Shawn being there and getting involved was the best way to generate that.
“I didn't think it'd feel like this. You... walking way like that. Leaving me there. Shawn, you were right and now I'm just....”
In seconds Shawn had crossed the gap between them and pulled Hunter close to him, one hand curled around the back of his neck, the other wrapped tightly around his back. For a minute that felt like an hour he didn't move a muscle, trying to let the affection convey what he knew words couldn't restore as quickly. Slowly he felt the muscles under his fingers start to give a little, knowing that what he sensed had been right. Everything about them was based on being there. A simple concept that had seen them through good times and bad.
“You okay there big guy?”
The whispered words went in Hunter's ear but straight to his shaky feeling heart. The booked end result hadn't been revealed to either of them yet, Vince deciding to keep it a secret right to the last minute to, allegedly, get the best out of the tension and drama building up to Mania. He knew that either way Shawn would be there for him, that nothing between them would change. He had railed hard against the idea of Shawn as the guest referee and their segment had made him realise that he'd been right to do so. What he wanted was to get the match over and done with so he could go back to normal in his mind.
“Yeah, I think so. Just, don't walk out on me again if the Deadman does hand me my ass on Sunday, okay?”
With his usual silly sounding laugh and a playful slap to Hunter's arm Shawn made it clear that he had no intentions of doing so. He resolved inside to tell Vince to shove it if any more wise ideas came to him, knowing that as much as he was committed to WWE he was committed to Hunter more. Win or lose he was around for a long haul that had gone on for over fifteen years.
Planting a chaste kiss on Hunter's forehead he pulled away and saw the smallest smile appearing. Firing his winning one back Shawn reached up and rubbed at the scruffy beard that encircled the lips that he was so familiar with. Their eyes connected and it felt as if all was right again, at least from where he was standing. He knew that over the next few days he'd get the odd question about whether or not he thought Hunter deserved to win, if he could win convincingly and if the streak could be rightfully his when it wasn't Shawn's. All the answers would be reassuring and, more importantly, the truth. All he had to do now was watch and wait on Sunday but one thing was for certain. Streak or no streak, there was never any chance of him walking away for real.
