A/N: I had originally intended for this to be an OST, but as I really sat and thought, it can't be an OST, there's too much that is planning on happening that it would be too long to read. So I'm breaking it up and but it's not gonna be to big a chaptered story. I do realize that the Bret we know isn't necessarily the Bret I'm portraying here, I like to think that when you find the one that makes you act abnormally you're in love. And seeing as how Bret and Mark are one of my OTP's he's not the staunchy, I-have-a-stick-in-my-ass Bret Hart. So if a little OOC offends you please turn back now.

I don't own 'em, and I ain't gettin' paid to write about 'em, so suing me is out of the question. So just sit back and Enjoy the ride.

They watched on as Matt and Chris' relationship imploded in a blast of harshly flung words and yelled expletives that had everyone around them running for cover. The ones that didn't take refuge blinked; none of them daring to believe that the seemingly solid union had broken apart, after all if Matt Hardy couldn't stomach Chris Jericho then no one could. Their eyes met and held as Matt was spirited away by the man that they were sure had orchestrated it all; his gravelly accent false in it's condolences over the split while his lustful countenance told of his intentions towards the heart broken Southerner. Mark felt the knowing tingle slide down his spine when he seen the thoughtful expression on his lover's face.

"No."

"But Mark..."

"No. I'm not buttin' in. It ain't my business nor is it yers."

It wasn't often that Bret used his wheedling tone; both men preferring to talk and comprise than force the other to give in; but it was one of those times that he knew that if he didn't, he wasn't going to get Mark to agree. Like every other time Mark ignored Bret for as long as he could, but in the end he gave in with an eye-roll and sigh.

"Dammit Hart! Fine, but we wait for a little bit before getting involved. It could just be a spat and they could be back together before nightfall."

Bret smiled smugly as he patted Mark on the chest; his voice lilted in victory.

"You're too good to me Mark," He purred as he stood on tiptoe, leaning in to whisper in Mark's ear seductively, "I'll have to reward you properly later."

With a playful eye-roll Mark pecked Bret's lips; smiling indulgently at the shorter man.

"I don't know why I am, it only inflates yer head when I let you talk me into things." His smile became a leer as he pulled Bret close, catching and worrying the lobe of his ear as he murmured softly. "You know I'll be the one rewarding you later."

Bret gently swatted Marks face and wiggled away, turning and head back towards his 'office'; calling over his shoulder as he went.

"Well I guess it's reward enough just to be with me..."

Mark followed slowly behind him wondering just in the hell he'd gotten himself into...with Bret and with agreeing to help him do whatever it was he had in mind.

xXx

3 weeks later

"Mark."

"I know."

"Good, I was thinking that I was going to have to remind you, I know how you older guys are."

Mark quirked an eyebrow at Bret but stayed quiet, deciding instead to go back to reading his paper while Bret plotted, the look on his face letting Mark know that it wasn't just Chris and Matt that were in for a surprise. He looked up a moment later when he felt Bret staring at him, a smirk plastered across his face. Slowly Mark folded his paper and laid his hands atop it, tilting his head to the right slightly; his eyes bored looking as he waited for Bret to speak.

"Don't give me that look, it's the perfect idea, it's bound to work."

"What is..."

Bret moved over to the chair in their room and dropped down; hanging one leg over the arm and dangling it slightly as he continued to smirk. The quiet put Mark's teeth on edge but he knew that if Bret didn't want to spill the news then he wouldn't, he was just going to have to wait until Bret felt like telling him. There were a few more moments of silence before Bret decided to let Mark in on the plan.

"You're going to seduce Hardy."

Mark blinked, his ears not daring to believe what they had just heard.

"Excuse me?"

"You're going to seduce Hardy and I'm going to seduce Jericho."

"And to what purpose does that serve? I thought you wanted to help them mend their problem, not move in and be a rebound fuck."

Bret laughed and got up from his seat, moving over and dropping down into Mark's lap; straddling the larger man and kissing him lightly.

"Silly Mark. Look, the way I see it, you're on SmackDown...I'm on RAW. You have more chances to talk to the country kid, you have more in common with him. I can talk to Chris and together we can get to the bottom of what's going on and get those two back together."

"Bret," Mark sighed and wrapped his arms around the smaller man's waist, hugging him close, "Why do you care? People break up everyday, they ain't the first to have broken hearts and they won't be the last. Why can't we just let nature take it's course and see if they get back together on their own."

"I care because everyone deserves to be happy Mark. I know a lot of people lose their lovers, but with Chris and Matt...well I see you and me in them. They're two halves of the same whole Mark, just like us. What if we had ignored this call between our bodies? Where would we be then? You'd be attached to that Hennigan kid; you might be happy, but end the end you'd break his heart because you know that he wasn't meant for you. As for me I'd still be chasing Shawn, miserable and alone and wondering when I was due my happy ending."

"You do have a point, I mean us Southerners must have been bred to keep you uppity and egotistical Canadians in line." Mark laughed as Bret scowled, placing a kiss on the end of the grumpy Canadian's nose.

"If it were anyone else that had said that I'd put them in the Sharp Shooter."

"I'm sure you would. So how does me seducing one and you seducing the other mend their problem?"

"Jealousy."

"And if that don't work?"

"Well then we'll wing it. But I know Chris, and he's a jealous man, I give it one week before they're back together."

"I hope yer right Pinky, I really hope yer right."