Hey! So I wrote this little story because it popped up in my mind one day and I wanted to try and write a one-shot. This will most likely be a two-shot (or a three-shot, ya never know) but I have most of it written down at this point and I quite like what I've written. If you're currently reading my other story "It wasn't supposed to be like this" you'll know I'm a huge Naomi fan and hopefully she'll be getting even more screen time/storylines and more matches with The Usos. Seeing them in the ring together last week was so important to me! I'm so here for a Naomi/Alicia feud but the title should be in the picture.

I hope you enjoy it and I would really, really appreciate some feedback.

Disclaimer: I own not these characters.

'I'm probably making a big deal about nothing,' she thought to herself. Maybe he was going through something personal that had nothing to do with her and he was just trying to deal with it. Alone. Well she couldn't have that. He was her friend after all and she had to find out what was going on. Maybe she could be of help or simply be a shoulder to lean on. Naomi prided herself on her ability to help her friends in their time of need and there was no way she was going to let him go through whatever was upsetting him, alone.

She had tried to give him his space. She really had, but even the guys had noticed his demeanour had changed. They were no more clued in to what was going on with him, so here she was trawling the corridors of the arena looking for him. It was her duty as a friend, she kept telling herself, no more no less; the feeling of anxiety in her stomach fuelling her further.

"Hey Naomi!"

Naomi turned suddenly, at the sound of the deep voice calling her name. Glancing around, all she could see were some backstage workers and a couple of her fellow Divas but no one looking in her direction.

"In here."

"Randall…is that you?" Naomi responded quizzically, following the direction in which she had heard the voice.

"I told you to stop calling me that," the voice grumbled back in annoyance.

"Randall it is you!" Naomi said excitedly upon spotting the wrestler, completely ignoring his last statement. Stepping into his private dressing room she noticed that there wasn't much to it but it was pretty spacious with a nice looking leather couch, a TV, coffee machine and an assortment of refreshments situated on a table that Randy was currently sitting next to. It was only a tiny bit smaller than the Diva's locker room. I guess that's what you get for being the "face of the company" she mused to herself.

"How you been sweetie?"

"I'm ok. How about you? Heard you had to go get surgery for your eye."

Naomi bounced over the couch and sat down cross-legged.

"Oh yeah, nothing major. Just had to relieve a little pressure and prevent it from causing any damage in the future. Everything is sorted now." She ended, smiling brightly.

Truthfully, Naomi didn't really want to think about what could have happened with her eye. She was just glad it wasn't worse and the operation went perfectly so there wouldn't be any future problems. But that had obviously meant she had had to take a few weeks out and everyone knows in the fickle world of the WWE, it was enough time to kill momentum. Enough time for the WWE Universe to forget about you. Deep down inside she was pissed as hell and cursed Aksana for her careless action. An action that could have not only cost Naomi her career, but her sight. However there was no point on dwelling what happened all those months ago. She was still here and Aksana wasn't. She was getting better in the ring every day and she was proud of herself for that, plus she was still getting a chance to go out and perform.

"Well I'm glad to hear it. Lord knows there's only so many times the world can watch Rosa attempt to…um 'wrestle'." Randy said, using air quotes, grimacing at the memory of the last Diva's match.

"Come on, don't be a meanie. She's not that bad. Her and I had a pretty good match that one time on Superstars."

"Yeah that's because you were in the match." Randy pointed out, smirking as Naomi tried to hide her smile.

"Yeah yeah, whatever. She's managed to get through some tough times and sort herself out. I'm sure she just needs time to settle in."

"Uh huh, yeah because she was such a fantastic wrestler before that!"

Naomi squinted her eyes at him, "Do I detect a hint of sarcasm there?"

"No no no," Randy replied hastily, holding his hands up; "That was a whole stinking pile of sarcasm right there!"

"Ugh you suck Randall!" Naomi exclaimed, throwing a cushion at his head, which he caught neatly and placed on his lap looking at her seriously.

"Trin, you and I both know you should be Diva's champ by now."

Naomi looked down at her brightly coloured nails in her lap. She knew, she fucking knew but thinking about the fact that her chance to capture the only title in the Diva's division at this year's Elimination Chamber had been taken away from her killed her on the inside a little. Okay, a lot!

Randy stared at the top of her head as she fidgeted with her hands. Realising that she wasn't going to say anything he went on.

"Look I've always said it, you are one of the best workers out of all the Divas. I still stand by that you know? If anything you've surpassed everyone else lately. Those two matches you had against Paige were excellent, but for some reason it doesn't matter how good a wrestler you are when you're a Diva. It sucks I know, I mean look at Nat…"

"I know alright! What do you want me to say? What do you want me to do?" Naomi cried indignantly.

"I work hard every damn day to get my spot back but clearly the higher ups don't give a shit. So what the fuck am I supposed to do?!" Naomi screamed out in frustration.

Without her knowing it she was standing up, her hands clenched at her side, her body shaking. She had taken a few steps towards Randy and now he was looking at her in slight surprise.

"That."

"What?!" Naomi looked at him funny as she threw herself back on the couch, once she had gained her bearings.

"What you just said. Show the higher ups that you want it more than anyone else. That you deserve it more than anyone else."

Naomi sighed, "I'm not a Bella you know."

"Thank God!"

Naomi laughed loudly at Randy's exclamation. "I wonder if the world knows that you're bitchier than all of the Divas combined."

Randy shrugged.

The two friends carried on chatting good-naturedly, putting Naomi's outburst behind them.

"Hey man, you need to turn on your damn phone I've been calling you for the past ten…minutes." Seth trailed off quietly at the sight of Randy Orton and Naomi laughing in his private dressing room.

"Oh shit, my battery died earlier. Must have forgotten to charge it. What's up man?"

But Seth wasn't listening, he was staring strangely at Naomi. As if he was seeing her for the first time. Well that wasn't too far from the truth. Ever since he had turned, he hadn't been travelling with his boys anymore, Roman especially, which meant he hadn't been around the Usos, as of late, which in turn meant he barely ever saw…Naomi.

"Uhh…Rollins, you hear me?"

"Huh what?!" Seth replied shaking himself out of his trance, turning towards Randy.

"Why were you looking for me?"

"Oh right, Hunter wants to speak to you. He's in his office." Seth walked into the room towards his suitcase sitting in the corner.

"Cool. Thanks man. I better hop to it before Hunter throws a hissy fit."

"Isn't that what you do?" Naomi grinned cheekily up at the 6'5" wrestler as he stood up.

"Since we're friends I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that. Later squirt!" Randy gave her a little salute as he walked out of the room.

"Byeee…RANDALL!"

"Thin ice McCray, thin ice!" That only served to pitch her into a fit of giggles.

Wiping at the imaginary tears that had fallen down her face. She turned towards Seth Rollins, who had his back facing her, quietly rummaging through his luggage…ignoring her.

"Uh hello?"

"Hey." Seth replied emotionlessly still not bothering to turn and look at her. Naomi swallowed hard, trying to push down the hurt she felt, at his unenthusiastic response.

Maybe he's just tired.

"I haven't seen you for a while. How have you been?"

"Fine."

Well that was enlightening.

Not one to be deterred, Naomi pushed on.

"Well I'm fine too. Thanks for asking. My operation went well too in case you were wondering. Oh and I learnt this new move, which I think you'll be imp…"

"What are you doing in here?"

Naomi frowned at his (broad, muscular) back at the rude interruption.

"I came look-"

"Does your husband know you were in here with another man?"

"Huh?" Naomi was caught off guard. He had been calmly ignoring her and she fully expected him to continue to do so. Also to come out with that…like…what the fuck? Finally turning to face her, he saw her smile drop into a cute little frown but Seth wasn't thinking about that now.

"Hanging around in another dude's locker room…alone. Pretty sure Jimmy wouldn't be too happy about that."

"What is your problem?"

Turning back towards his luggage he responded with fake air of levity.

"Me? No problem here. I'm just saying, I know how stupidly crazy Jimmy is about you and I'm pretty sure if he saw you in here with Randy Orton of all people, who I'm pretty sure wants to bang your tight little ass, he'd pitch one hell of a..."

SMACK!

Seth had turned around to sneer at her, a look that was quickly wiped off his face at the resounding slap Naomi delivered to his face. His head had been forced to the side at the impact of her slap and he stared blinkingly at the floor in shock.

"First of all, my relationship with my husband is none of your damn business. Second, Randy and I are friends, end of. Lastly, there ain't nothing little about my ass you jerk." She was looking at him with a fury in her eyes like he had never seen before, her breathing coming out in short pants. He should have backed down at that, he really should have. After all that slap hurt like hell but it only served to spur him on.

Refusing to let her see how much it had hurt, although he was pretty sure that side of his face was turning red. He scoffed, "Uh huh. Alright, sweetheart, no need to get your panties in a bunch. I was just trying to help."

"I don't know what the hell has happened to you." Naomi gritted out, trying to regain some self-control. "Maybe this whole, 'Mr. Money in the Bank' thing has gone straight to your big ass head, but you do not get to speak to me that way. You may be a part of The Authority now but to me you're still just Colby Lopez, you understand?"

With that she turned on her heel, not before giving him a dirty look, and stormed out the room, slamming the door behind her. Seth jumped slightly at the noise it made. For someone who had a penchant for extremely loud music, he could be really jumpy at times.

Sighing he sat down on the couch, touching his face. That shit really had hurt and he didn't need a mirror to tell him there would be a mark on his face for some time. Rubbing his face gingerly, he let out an irritated breath, picking up a cushion and throwing it at the wall!

"Fuck!"

Still replaying the earlier confrontation with Seth Rollins in her head, Naomi found herself at a local bar sipping on a cocktail. This wasn't like him at all. In all the years they had known each other, not once had Seth given her the cold shoulder. Yeah sure he could be pretty blunt sometimes but it was never out of malice and simply out of being honest, he had never tried to make her feel like...this. Naomi sighed looking into the brightly coloured concoction in front of her. As much as she was hurt, she was just as confused by his actions. What had she done for him to suddenly act like that? And why did he even bring up Jimmy like that? Most importantly, why did it make her stomach churn like that? She shifted about in her seat, her thoughts making her feel uncomfortable.

"Hey babe you ok?" Jimmy whispered into her ear leaning into her.

Looking back at him slightly startled, giving him a small smile, she replied, "Yeah I'm fine."

"You sure?" Jimmy didn't buy it; she had been sitting there for a while now looking miserably into her glass. In fact she had been acting very subdued for most of the day but she wouldn't open up and tell him.

"Yeah I am," she smiled weakly at her husband, noting the concern shining in his eyes, "Don't worry babe, everything is ok. I think I'm going to go back to the hotel though; feeling kind of tired."

"Aww babe come on, stay a bit longer."

"No I'm tired, I'd rather just go back to our room."

"Okay okay let's go." Jimmy sighed moving to get up but Naomi stopped him.

"No you stay, have fun."

"You sure babe?" Jimmy looked at her suspiciously.

"Yes!" Naomi laughed, turning towards Roman she said "Make sure you keep him out of trouble."

Roman scoffed, "If Dumbass Number One wants to get himself in trouble, ain't nothing I can do to stop him."

"Joseph." Naomi crossed her arms and shifted her weight to one foot, staring down menacingly at her cousin-in-law.

Roman swallowed in slight fear. "Yes m'am, no trouble here tonight. No way."

"Good boy." She patted him lightly on the cheek and he scowled up at her churlishly.

Jimmy snickered at his cousin, he managed to cough at a 'wimp' at him, which Roman heard causing him to scowl and thinking of all the ways he would get back at Jimmy. Naomi mentally sighed, now she was going to have to stop Roman from trying to poison her husband or something less dramatic but equally as annoying, those two could never play nice for more than five minutes. Silly boys.

"I'll see you later babe. Make sure you don't wake me up when you get back in." She bent down and pecked her husband on the cheek.

"Yeah yeah, I'll try."

"Make sure you do or your ass sleeps on the floor." She smiled evilly and waved goodbye to the rest of their group.

"You know for such a petite woman, she can be scary as fuck."

"She's not scary."

"Dude I'm pretty sure she'd kick your ass if you ever fucked up and ain't no way none of us is going to try and stop her. You see what she did to Cameron that time on RAW? Straight whooped her ass."

Naomi smiled proudly at Roman's last statement as she was walking out of the bar. Good, the boys knew their place.

Yawning daintily, Naomi slowly walked into the lobby of her hotel. Despite her actions, she wasn't as tired as she had felt in the bar. Her fight with Seth Rollins was weighing on her heavily. No doubt she was pissed at what he said, but clearly there was something going on with him and her caring side was worried about him.

Even though their friendship had begun out of association, Naomi genuinely considered Seth as one of her friends. They both shared a similar sense of humour and style in the ring, plus she was the only person who appreciated his Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles obsession. Seth could be high maintenance sometimes but to her it never seemed a problem, even though the guys would constantly grumble about it. They were friends. So for him to turn on her out of the blue, to be so spiteful towards her as if he hated her was too much for her to deal with.

Walking past the entrance to the hotel bar Naomi spotted the infamous brown and blonde of the man that was occupying her thoughts who, if she wasn't mistaken, was being drooled all over by some woman. Idiot.

Forgetting all about her earlier worries, Naomi stormed over to the pair.

"He has a fiancée you know."

Seth looked up at the Diva, frowning at her interruption. "What do you want?"

"I want to know what the fuck your problem is! And girl why are you still here?" Naomi turned towards the slim brunette, she was cute, if not a little ruddy in the face. "Did you not hear what I said?"

The girl looked towards Seth, hoping he would tell her what to do but he seemed more interested in the amber liquid in his glass than her. Huffing in annoyance she grabbed her purse and stormed out of the bar.

"Why are you still here?" Naomi whipped her head around.

"Excuse me?!"

Sighing in irritation, Seth glanced at the petite woman. She looked hot. There was no two ways about it. She was wearing a long-sleeved across the shoulder burgundy crop top that accentuated her large breasts and showed her toned muscular stomach, covered by warm mahogany skin. His eyes trailed down to the matching figure-hugging pencil skirt she wore that stopped a couple of inches above her knees, then all the way down to the black heels she wore that helped curve her back that much more, pushing her ass out even further. It was too much.

Naomi felt slightly uncomfortable at his heated gaze, she shifted slightly which seemed to break his concentration. He scoffed and refocused his attention on the glass in his hand.

"You've ruined my night now so you can go run along to your husband now."

"I don't know what the fuck I've done to you which can't be anything because I've barely seen you the past few months, but whatever it is just fucking tell me so we can move past it."

Seth sneered bitterly into his glass, but didn't respond.

"I should be mad at you right now, what you said to me today was way out of line."

"So I ask once again, why are you here? If you're so hurt by what I said I mean." He said patronisingly.

Naomi breathed in slowly, counting to five before responding. This man was really starting to test her patience.

"Because I'm your friend and this isn't like you at all. Something is wrong and I want to help."

"We can't be friends." Seth responded bitterly.

Naomi felt a weight drop in the pit of her stomach. That was…unexpected. She felt ill; she couldn't believe what she was hearing. That feeling inside her from earlier just worsened inextricably.

"What did you just say?" She whispered painfully. She stared at his hunched profile, her eyes starting to water. How could he so calmly say that? How could he just sit there and not even look her in the eye?

Throwing a couple of bills on the bar he stood up and turned to her, his tall muscular frame towering over her even with her heels.

"We can't be friends. We can't move past anything, because you're the problem."

Seth stepped around her and exited the bar, leaving Naomi rooted to the spot; stunned at his callous words.

Throwing his grey suit jacket on the chair by the window, he flopped down onto his king size bed, staring up at the ceiling in the dim light of his hotel room. He hadn't meant to say all that. It was just that when he saw her like that, everything just came spilling out. Well…not everything. He was being a jerk and he could see it but right now he'd rather let her see him as a jerk than know what was really going on. He needed her away from him before he said or did something stupid. There was only so much he could take and he was reaching the end of his tether. Even if it meant permanently damaging whatever sense of a friendship they had, he'd do it. Even if Jimmy beat the crap out of him for upsetting his wife, he'd deal with it. Even if she looked at him like that again. With those big brown doe eyes, swimming with unshed tears. Like her heart was fucking breaking in that moment. He still had to push her away; it was for her own good.

So why did he feel like absolute shit?

Seth scrubbed his hand through his beard irritably. This was fucking harder than he thought, but it had to be like this. He had to definitively cut all ties with her so that he could move on and concentrate on his future.

"I'm doing the right thing." He said out loud to no one in particular.

Closing his eyes, Seth began to drift into unconsciousness; until he was woken up by a rather sharp knock on the door. Jolting awake, he picked up his phone on the bedside table reading that it was 1 in the morning. He got up, slowly trudging towards the door.

*knock knock knock*

"I'm coming, I'm coming." Yanking open the door in irritation he was surprised to see Naomi standing on the other side.

"I'm the problem? I'm the fucking problem?!"

Seth didn't remain stunned for too long, not wanting to wake up any of the other guests, he grabbed Naomi's wrist and pulled her inside, shutting the door behind him. She yanked her hand out of his grip as if his touch disgusted her and turned towards him. Her whole body was stiff. She was pissed.

"How dare you say that to me and walk off without an explanation? Have you turned into that much of an asshole that you suddenly think that that is an okay thing to do? What the hell is wrong with you?"

Seth just stared down at her silently, even as she had stepped up into his face to blow up at him.

Naomi growled out in irritation. "Say something your prick! Tell me what I did. Tell me why the hell, all of a sudden you hate me?"

"I don't hate you." Seth replied evenly.

"So fucking tell me what I did then! Tell me why we can't be friends." Naomi shouted back, wide eyed and flustered, her voice breaking slightly.

"You really want to know?"

"YES!"

"Fine!"

Seth bent down quickly and placed a hot kiss on Naomi's full supple lips. Naomi stumbled backwards but he steadied her by wrapping a strong arm around her small waist and held her up against his body so that she could feel all of his muscles through his tight black shirt. Naomi tried to open her mouth to protest but he just took that as an opportunity to slide his tongue in and join it with hers. In shock, Naomi let him until the taste of whiskey on his tongue forced her to regain her senses. Naomi placed both her hands on his chest and with as much strength as possible pushed him off of her. He stumbled back slightly and stared at her. Both of their chests heaving up and down as if they had just run the 100 metre sprint.

Naomi placed her fingers to her lips. She could feel a tingling on her lips from the pressure he had exerted, a reminder that no she wasn't dreaming and yes Seth Rollins had just kissed her.

"Now you know why." Seth gently brushed past her but she placed her hand on his elbow to stop him.

"Colby…" she trailed off, unsure of what she really wanted to say to him but she had to say something. He had just kissed her for goodness sake!

"Colby."

"I want you Trin, I want you so bad but I can't have you, so no…we can't be friends. Not when all I want to do is throw you down on that bed and make you scream my name." Seth responded quietly, controlled and yet, the pain was so starkly evident in his voice.

Well how was that for honesty?

"Col, you don't…it's just I…"

"No." Shaking his head whilst laughing darkly, he turned to look at her, her hand falling limply by her side. "Don't say its just a silly crush or tell me that you're married because I know, I fucking know and its definitely not just a crush even if I wish it was that simple."

"What are you saying?" Naomi was confused, if it wasn't just a crush then…

"Are you…?"

"In love with you?" he laughed bitterly, "I don't know, I've fought tooth and nail to stay the hell away from that thought."

"How can you not know?!" Naomi bristled at him.

"Because you're married and I'm engaged to someone else! I can't let myself think about that because if I do it just makes everything that much harder!"

Seth took a deep breath to calm himself down. All of his pent up emotions were finally spilling out, his words tumbling over each other in a desperate attempt to let the object of his affection know the truth.

In an oddly calm voice he spoke.

"I can't let myself love you when I know I can never have you. That's why I need you out of my life."

Naomi for her part simply stared at him in shock. When she had decided to confront the man she never in a million years would have expected him to confess his feelings for her. She didn't know how to deal with these kinds of situations but then who did? It wasn't exactly an everyday occurrence was it?

What was she supposed to do? What was she supposed to say? How long had he been feeling like this?

"Just forget about it."

Snapping out of her internal questioning, Naomi watched Seth move towards the door of his room and open it.

"You should get back to your husband." He said quietly, the bitterness evident in his voice, as he held the door open. He really wished he had just kept his fucking mouth shut, now he felt like an absolute mug so the quicker she got out, the quicker he could wallow in self pity.

Naomi walked silently to door, stopping to look at Seth one more time.

"Colby, look at me." Naomi demanded in an authoritative tone that belied the inner turmoil raging inside her heart.

Despite his mind telling him not to listen to her command. Despite his mind telling him to just ignore her, Seth found himself raising his eyes to look square in her eyes.

When their eyes connected, Naomi knew in that moment that there was no way she could turn her back on him. Regardless of his defiant demeanour, his eyes…his eyes said all she needed to know.

Naomi grabbed a hold of the door and wrenched it from his hand, shutting it gently. Turning around she looked back at Seth who wore a look of utter confusion but he hadn't moved one bit even though she was way too close for comfort. Even in the dim lighting he could see her large eyes had darkened with an unnamed emotion or at least one he was refusing to admit to himself.

"Do you think you're the only one?" she whispered in a strained voice.

Soooo, thoughts? What do you think is going to happen between these two? Are you shocked, outraged, loving it? How do you feel about Señor Rollins' confession?

Let one know in ze comments!

ps. If you're reading my other story, know that I just added chapter 7 so head on over. I had to take it down then put it back up so some of you might looked at it expecting an update but nothing was there.