A/N: This story is really making me depressed now. I hope you all enjoy it and I hope I get a few more reviews too, thanks! I own no one, VKM does.

Shawn awoke the next morning to the warmth of something solid next to him. He opened his eyes tiredly and looked around, jumping slightly when he saw Mark lying next to him on his bed. He frowned faintly at the sleeping older man. How did he get here? Then it all came back to Shawn. He slipped out from underneath Mark's large arm, and climbed off the bed, looking around the room. He spotted Hunter still asleep in the other bed, so he quietly walked to the bathroom and shut the door behind him.

Meanwhile, in the room, Mark awoke with a start and sat up quickly, his eyes scanning around the room after noticing Shawn no longer next to him. A confused expression crossed his face before he heard the sound of running water from the bathroom, telling him that Shawn was in there. He sighed softly and fell back down on the bed, draping an arm tiredly across his face.

Shawn stood underneath the hot water of the shower, his mind processing once more over his current situation. It must have been bad enough for Hunter to call Mark in to help him. He sighed softly, shaking his head. It had been a long time since he had been this horrible, and he wasn't sure how to pull himself out of it this time. He climbed out of the shower once he was done, and got dressed in the clothes he had resting on the counter. He looked at his reflection in the mirror and sighed once more, shaking his head. He walked out of the bathroom and back into the bedroom portion, noticing that Mark and Hunter were still asleep so he quietly made his way out of the room, shutting the door behind him softly.

Walking down the hall, Shawn kept quiet as he past a few of his fellow workers, not even bothering to say anything to them. He stepped into the elevator with Randy Orton, but kept his gaze away from the young wrestler; however, Randy chose to do the complete opposite and stared at Shawn for most of the ride.

"What are you staring at?!" asked Shawn finally, exasperated.

"Nothing, what's wrong with you? You're usually a lot nicer than this," questioned Randy, quirking an eyebrow at him.

"Nothing that concerns you," answered Shawn, turning his head to look up at the countdown of floors between where they were now and the lobby level. He sighed faintly, wanting it to move faster so he could get away from Randy.

"Wow Shawn, what did your wife leave you or something?" asked Randy, not knowing that that was really what was bothering Shawn. "Did she break your poor little heart?"

Before Randy could even tell what was happening, Shawn lashed out and slammed Randy back against the wall of the elevator. He glared at the third-generation wrestler, his hand wrapped tightly around Randy's neck, squeezing the air out of him before he released him, and walked out the open doors. Randy stared wide-eyed at Shawn as he walked away, the doors shutting once more. He scrambled to his feet and pressed the floor button of Hunter's room, wanting to tell him what had just happened.

Hurrying out of the elevator when the doors opened once more, Randy walked quickly down the hall, pausing outside the door and knocked quickly, loudly on it.

Inside the room, Hunter awoke abruptly at the noise, and walked to the door, grumbling loudly. He opened the door after fumbling with the lock, and stared at Randy, not really sure why the younger man was outside of his door.

"Hunter, man, Shawn just attacked me!" said Randy, his hand rubbing his throat lightly. Wide-eyed, Hunter stepped aside to allow Randy into the room, and followed him over to the beds where Mark was now sitting, watching the two of them.

"What do you mean Shawn attacked you?" asked Hunter as he took a seat on the bed next to Mark. Randy sat down on the other bed, rubbing his throat once more.

"I was in the elevator with him and I made a comment about his wife, and he just lashed out at me. I didn't mean to upset him like that," answered Randy, shaking his head. Hunter glanced over at Mark, frowning faintly at him. Mark shook his head and stood up from the bed, heading for the door.

"Where are you going?" asked Hunter, standing up from the bed.

"I'm going to find Shawn," grumbled Mark as he walked out the door, the door shutting with a loud thud behind him. Hunter sighed heavily and sat back down on the bed, his hand running back through his hair. Randy looked over at him, curiosity burning in his eyes.

"What's going on with Shawn?" he questioned softly.

"I'm not sure I can tell you Randy, but don't worry about it. We'll fix Shawn," answered Hunter, turning his head away from the younger man. Randy nodded and rose from the bed, leaving Hunter in the silence of the hotel room.

Meanwhile, Mark made his way down to the lobby in his search for Shawn, not really sure how he was going to find him. Although he had known Shawn for years now, Shawn could easily avoid anyone if he really wanted including Mark. He sighed softly, and began to head back to the elevators when he heard someone calling his name. He turned, tilting his head to the side slightly as Paul Wight walked up to his side.

"Hey Mark, you looking for Shawn?" he asked once he was close enough for him to hear him.

"Yeah, have you seen him?" Mark questioned curiously.

"He was heading for the pool last time I saw him," he said, pointing off towards the side door that Shawn had come in the night before. Mark nodded and hurried off towards the door, hoping Shawn wasn't trying anything stupid. He walked out the door and looked around, spotting Shawn off to the side away from the others. He made his way over to Shawn, reaching out and resting a hand on his shoulder.

"Shawn, come back upstairs with me, please," said Mark softly, squeezing Shawn's shoulder slightly. Shawn yanked his shoulder back from Mark's touch, and stepped a bit further from him, staring down at the water as it lapped against the side of the pool.

"Shawn don't you try anything stupid now," warned Mark sternly.

"That would be normal for me wouldn't it? Doing something stupid?" asked Shawn, looking over at Mark. Mark frowned seeing the pain and heartbreak reflected in Shawn's normally bright, cheerful eyes.

"Shawn you're not stupid, just come back inside with me," answered Mark, reaching out towards Shawn once more. Shawn stepped slightly further away from his old friend, his eyes turning once more towards the water. Shawn slowly stepped towards the water, his feet reaching over the edge slightly as the little voice in his head urged him on. Mark stared at Shawn, wordlessly begging him not to do it. Shawn turned his head briefly, and stared at Mark before he threw his body forward and into the water.

Stunned, Mark couldn't feel his body move for a few seconds before he jumped into the water after Shawn, grabbing him around his waist. Shawn fought against Mark's hold, hitting him with all of his might but Mark proved to be the stronger man and pulled Shawn to the surface, coughing up water as he did.

"Shawn you're crazy!" shouted Mark as he pulled Shawn to the side of the pool and heaved him onto the ground. He climbed up out of the water, and sat next to Shawn, looking over at him. Shawn looked back at Mark silently before he lunged himself at Mark, hitting his hands against Mark's chest multiple times before finally breaking down into a hysterical fit. Mark wrapped his arms around Shawn tightly, and lifted him up off the ground as he stood up and carried him over to one of the chairs where he sat down with Shawn in his arms, holding him as he cried his heart out. Mark didn't say a word, only rubbed the younger man's back, allowing for him to let everything out.

"I'm sorry," whispered Shawn, his hands clinging to Mark's wet shirt.

"Don't be, there's no need," said Mark softly, rocking Shawn slowly in his arms, glaring out at the water that tried to take his friend away from him.

After a few moments of silence, Mark glanced down at Shawn to see him asleep in his arms. He smiled faintly and sat back further in the seat, staying like that with Shawn for however long the Heartbroken Kid might need.