Refugee

Refugee
Crossover fic: WrestlingXHarry Potter
Pairing: Shawn Michaels/Lucius Malfoy
Rated: R for now
Summary: Lucius escapes from Azkaban in the middle of Book 6, wandless, starved, helpless, and completely lost in the muggle world.
Disc: Not my men, not my show, not my book, not my anything! *sooooooooob*

Chapter 14

Steve was pissed. Shawn hadn\'t called in quite some time. How long that had been he didn\'t know-- he was out drinking again-- for how long THAT had been he didn\'t know either. So he decided to pay the blonde a visit.

Yeah, at 3 AM. He didn\'t normally care about things like time or connivance when it came to Shawn. If he was going to be involved with Steve, he had to know that by now.

The black pick up rolled up the long dusty path to Shawn\'s vacation ranch- which struck him as strange again. Normally he never stayed for weeks at a time there- but according to some of the guys backstage, that\'s where Shawn wanted all of his calls transferred lately. Strange again- Shawn hadn\'t thought to tell Steve this.

The bitch was probably seeing some one behind his back. He parked out in front of the main building, getting out of the cab along with a few dozen beer cans. He staggered over to the door, pounding on it until he heard footsteps heading down the stairs from inside.

\'Bout damn time.

However, when the door swung upon instead of the tanned skin and honey colored blonde hair, and pale blue eyes of Shawn Michaels he was staring at tall, bare chested platinum blonde man. He had a cruel, menacing look to his gray eyes- and even in his drunken state Steve knew this man was a force to be reckoned with. \"May I help you?\"

British accent- made some sense. This mighta been a childhood friend of Shawn\'s come for a visit. But more than likely due to the smell of sex wafting off of him, he was a little something more. Still, Steve\'s cloudy intuition told him to behave himself. \"Shawn home?\"

The blonde glanced behind him, up the stairs, then turned back to Steve. \"Oh, I am sorry. But I\'m afraid he\'s sleeping at the moment. You see, we were having a good time for the past few hours, and he\'s all tuckered out. Now, if you know what\'s good for you, you\'ll turn around in your little pick down car and leave.\"

Pick down car? Maybe this guy was just as smashed as he was. But he did understand something- Shawn was sleepin\' with this Brit. That just wasn\'t acceptable. \"You\'ve slept with him, eh?\"

\"I do believe I\'ve made myself clear. I\'ve asked you to leave, and if you do not- I will have to hurt you.\"

\"I see you got yourself a nice little cane there. You think you can fend me off with that when I\'ve got one of these?\" He asked pulling a dirty hand gun from the belt on his jeans. \"You\'re gonna let me in now blondie- and I don\'t care who you are.\"

Shawn\'s lover whipped out the cane, said something that sounded like \'expellis\' to Steve. He suddenly felt like a battering ram had smacked him in the chest sending him flying through the air only to land by his truck. His gun was gone- he didn\'t know where that had went. And even in his drunken stupor, he wasn\'t that intoxicated to go back and try again. If a guy can punch like that, Shawn wasn\'t worth it.

-

I watched the fool get up and scramble into his vehicle and drive off. Serves him right- as if I were about to forget what he had done to Shawn in the backyard. I hope he comes back for a visit again sometime soon. Maybe next time I won\'t have to use magic, and I\'ll get the chance to try out my new strength.

Shawn was standing up on the landing looking sleepily down at me. \"Lucius- What\'s going on?\"

\"Nothing important my dear- Just the wind. Go back to sleep and I\'ll be up in a moment.\" I said and he nodded. He walked back toward the bedroom, leaving me to lock the door back up. I could get used to this- I really could.

TBC