Refugee

Refugee
Crossover fic: WrestlingXHarry Potter
Pairing: Shawn Michaels/Lucius Malfoy, Steve Austin/Shawn Michaels (this chapter)
Rated: NC-17 for abuse and mentions of rape
Summary: Lucius escapes from Azkaban in the middle of Book 6, wand less, starved, helpless, and completely lost in the muggle world.
Disc: Not my men, not my show, not my book, not my anything! *sooooooooob*

Chapter 3: From Out the Window

Over the past few days, the kids, the doctor, and the aids had all gone leaving Shawn all alone in the place with the blonde. Luckily, though not for Shawn, he had gained the strength to use his voice.

\"My god, all you muggles are useless! Can\'t you do anything right for a change?\"

That\'s all he heard now. Frankly, he\'d been debating on how bad the consequences would be if he put him back out into the desert. If it meant going to hell, he\'d have greeted the fire and brimstone with open arms.

\"More of this poor excuse for pudding while you\'re at it too, muggle!\"

\"Sure!\" Shawn shouted in a forced, chipper voice from down in the kitchen. \"Your majesty, queen of England.\" He added bitterly, though quieter than the first.

\"What was that muggle?!\"

\"I said it\'s a travesty that you\'ll be leaving!\" And once again added a quieter, bitter line, \"Maybe in a body bag if you push me anymore you nasty stuck up son of a bitch\".

\"Oh, I\'m afraid the feeling\'s not mutual at all. I won\'t be missing this dung heap any time soon. Did you say anything else? I thought I heard you say something.\"

Dung heap?! That one stung. Shawn took very good care of his property, and had put alot of blood, sweat, and tears put into the ranch especially. Probably more work than this man could ever dream of. Little images of his house guest hammering his thumb, or accidentally putting a nail through his hand popped up in his mind, giving Shawn something to smile about before he would have to face the nightmare upstairs. Honestly, would putting sleeping pills in his pudding be such a horrible thing?

\"Muggle! Where are you?! I\'m getting hungry!\"

No, not at all. He can get away with being nasty for just this once. Especially with Steve coming over- Just some time alone with another normal human being would do him all the world of good. He quickly pulled out his bottle of pills, grinding two of them up and mixing them in his pudding. If he didn\'t like the pudding as it was then he wouldn\'t notice the truth.

\"Muggle! Hurry would you?! I\'m wasting away with out my pudding!\"

Shawn gritted his teeth a little, schooling his face into a well practiced smile he\'d become so good at doing lately. He jogged up the stairs and appeared in the door frame. \"Here\'s your pudding, at room temperature, just how you like it.\" He said coolly and put it on the side table drawer.

Lucius took the bowl and looked to Shawn with superior expression. \"You know, when the dark lord comes to take over your pathetic world and kill the lot of you, I\'ll tell him to take it easy on you. Seeing as how you\'ve taken SUCH good care of me.\"

Dark lord this, and dark lord that. Half the time the tall blonde spoke, Shawn passed it off as him being flat out bonkers. \"Well, I\'ll thank you as he kills me then.\"

\"Trust me, you won\'t feel it. He\'s so good that in just a blink, you\'ll be gone. Many others won\'t be so lucky. And what did you do to this pudding THIS time?! It tastes awful! Maybe you should get a more painful death, only the most stupid of people could get making pudding wrong.\"

Shawn reminded himself that his guest was merely insane. So with rolled eyes and an exasperated sigh, he started for the door.

\"Wait! Where are you going?\"

\"I have a date to get ready for.\" Shawn said coolly. \"You\'ll be fine where you are.\"

\"You can\'t leave me here!\" He sputtered setting the empty dish down on the table. \"You can\'t!\"

\"I can and I will! This is my house, and you are my guest. You should be resting anyway, not worrying about where I am.\"

He gave a great yawn but the anger didn\'t leave his face. \"M-Muggle get... Get back here...\" He yawned again watching Shawn walk out the door. \"Mu.. Mug...\" I yawned again and decided that I'd just"¦ get him later.

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Wh.. What? Ughhn. I must be getting ill. I\'ve been out all day! It could have been the muggle\'s cooking. Speaking of which, where is he? Usually he\'s in here by now, checking on me with his foul muggle devices, making me eat... Telling me stories about those people he works with... \"Muggle!\" I called waiting for his answer. Minutes ticked by. \"Muggle..?\" Nothing. I\'m alone. Alone in a strange house with devices I have no idea how to work...

I got out of bed on weak legs, almost falling to the floor. It was hard not to use the bathroom with out muggle\'s help getting there... Now that he\'s gone, I see how difficult it is with out him. Where is he, he needs to be taking care of me!

\"Ohhhhhhhhhmmmmmm...\"

A soft, musical sounding moan drifted in through the open window catching my attention.

\"Steve! Oh! Please, more!\"

That\'s the muggle! I crawled over to the window, peering down at the happenings below. There he was bent over a piece of plastic furniture- what is it with muggles and this \'plastic\' anyway?! Concentrate, Lucius! I shook the thought from my mind, looking down at the scene below of the muggle splayed out like a common whore... I wanted to shout at him! Make him get me something to eat! But he looked rather busy... and rather cheap with some muscular bald guy hammering away at him.

\"Ohhhh... Oh yeah!\"

The bald muggle was smacking the side of his thigh, each slap made me wince. They sounded so... so painful. But.. my muggle, he didn\'t mind. In fact, he uttered a cry that I know singled his release all over the front of his \'plastic\' furniture. \"Stupid bitch! You came too soon!\"

I frowned a little. What\'s that bald guy going to do to my muggle?

\"What did I tell you?! You can only come when I tell you to!\" I saw him scowl and then pulled himself out of my muggle\'s backside.

\"I-I\'m sorry, Steve! I didn\'t mean to- You just hit all the right spots and..\" He gulped turning around so he could face the bald man- big mistake. He got a back handed slap across the face so hard, I could have sworn my muggle lost a tooth.

\"You are a stupid fuck. You can\'t follow one little piece of instruction to save your ass now, can you?\"

\"Steve I...\"

I clenched the window sill tightly watching the scene with growing anger.

\"Nobody can control HBK, can they? He just does what ever the fuck he wants! No matter who tries to give him some guidance to make his life easier, he doesn\'t pay any attention what-so-ever to it!\" He grabbed the front of my muggle\'s shirt, hauling him up some.

Slap.

\"Somebody needs to beat it into you...\"

Slap.

\"That you need to listen...\"

Slap.

\"And obey.\" The bald man dropped my muggle, making him fall to the ground on his knees.

\"Steve...\" He whimpered looking up at him with blood flowing out of the corners of his mouth. \"Steve, I only want... want you to be happy...\"
The bald one grabbed his face, squeezing his chin. \"Well you do a sucky job of showing it, you little shit.\"

My fingernails dragged across the wooden window sill, what I wouldn\'t give to have my wand- he\'d be dust. He wouldn\'t get the pleasure of the death curse. \"Let him go, you bastard...\" I hissed angrily.

\"I\'m sorry, Steve! I\'m really sorry!\"

\"No you\'re not, Shawn. I\'m afraid I\'m going to have to take off my belt.\"

\"P-Please, no! I\'ll be a good!\"

I sank down underneath the window sill, hearing the stinging smack of leather on skin and winced. I know that feel. When ever the dark lord was angry with me.. He.. He\'d give me to McNair. McNair was a cruel man who loved to torture helpless creatures more than humans, but he never passed up the opportunity to give a good lashing. He\'s going to kill my muggle if I don\'t get down there. I have to help him, I may not be in top condition but I still can do damage! Grunting I got myself to my feet staggering over to the door. My legs were weakening with every step I took- it didn\'t matter! I have to help him, I- I have to sit down. I fell to the ground, it was too much. I couldn\'t save my muggle, I didn\'t have the strength to get off this stupid floor.

Footsteps entered the house, sounding like they were heading toward the door. I pressed my ear to the floor to try and make some sense out of the shouting that the bald man was saying, but it was far too muffled to make out. It wasn\'t long before sounds of life came from out in the back; my muggle must\'ve gotten to his feet to drag himself back inside.
TBC