Title: Or is This Surrender
Author: Karen U/revivingophelia
Pairing/Character: Eve Torres, Dean Ambrose, Roman Reigns, Seth Rollins, others
Disclaimer: no one you recognize belongs to me
Rating: R/M
Summary: They were blindsided by what he did...
Spoilers: June 2, 2014 RAW
Warnings: language, violence, adult situations. Mostly language and violence.
Had a couple of ideas after last night's RAW. One uses "the thing that happened", and the other doesn't.
{ ... wait for the light to come back on... you seem lost, your back against the wall... it's cold outside, it is winter in your heart... your eyes go blind, you are shrouded in a fog... so can we change or is this surrender... I once loved your grace and the innocence that fell from you like leaves spiral off October trees... you know I love you, what else do you want from me... Ron Pope, October Trees... }
Part One
They were nearly silent as they made their way through the halls of the hotel, tension in their shoulders, both men holding themselves stiffly. As they made it to the door to their room, one of the men dug out a key card, his hand shaking a bit as he tried once, twice, three times before he managed to get the card to actually work, the little light flashing green and the door unlocking.
Taking a deep breath, he shoved the door open, making his way inside the room, then throwing his stuff as hard as he could, the bag with his street clothes in it smacking against the wall.
"Dean-"
"What the fuck was that, Roman?" the man questioned as he whirled to look at his friend... The only other person that was currently in the Shield with him. Three had gone down to two. And neither he nor Roman had ever seen it coming.
"You think I know? I don't have a fucking clue, either, man," Roman Reigns said, putting his things down a bit more carefully than Dean Ambrose had, the man wincing as he did so. Roman's back was beat all to hell, though a lot of that had come from the night before at Payback.
Hard to believe that just twenty-four hours ago, the three of them had been standing in the middle of the ring, having swept Evolution in an elimination match. They'd been on top of the WWE, on top of the damned world, and now...
"Damn it!" Dean spat out, picking up a pair of shoes that were on the floor and hurling them at the wall, not noticing that the adjoining door between the two rooms that they'd had booked was open until too late... Not noticing the woman standing there until the shoes were already in the air. The woman ducked with a yelp, managing to get out of the way just in time, and Roman sent a glare his way.
"Damn it, Dean-"
"Did you know about this?" Ambrose wanted to know, making his way over to the woman that was standing there. "Did you know what he was planning? Did you?" he demanded, grabbing her by the arms, and the woman quickly pushed him away, surprising him with her quickness, Ambrose stumbling back a few steps because he'd already been a little off-balance anyway.
"I didn't know. I didn't... I was just as shocked as you were-"
"You sure about that?"
"Don't you think I would have told you?"
"You're his girlfriend, not mine. Not Roman's."
"But she's here now," Roman reminded him, coming up to step between them, pushing Dean back a bit more so that he was no longer towering over the woman. "If she'd had any idea what he was doing... She sure as hell wouldn't be here waiting to face our anger and our questions. And even if she'd been in their room... That adjoining door would have been locked." He turned to the woman. "Are you okay, Eve?"
"His things are gone. I didn't even notice it at first. When you guys left for the show, I thought he just had his gear with him, but later, after it happened, when I looked... It's all gone. I guess I just didn't notice because... I don't know." She closed her eyes, pushing her hands through her hair as she took a steadying breath. "I don't know what this is... I really... Why would he do this?"
"Beats the shit out of me," Ambrose said, then gave a humorless smirk. "Oh, wait, your boyfriend already did that tonight. With a steel chair."
"He took his things and left tonight, and he didn't tell me what he had planned. I've tried to call him ten times since RAW ended, and I've texted him another half a dozen, and I'm getting nothing. It rang at first, but the last several calls went straight to voicemail. He turned his phone off. He doesn't want to speak to me at all, so I'm guessing that he's really not my boyfriend any longer," Eve said, her voice shaking a little as she spoke. Reaching up, she wiped at the tears on her face, her gaze moving over the two men. "How badly are you hurt?"
"Got some new bruises to go with the ones I got last night," Roman said quietly, frowning as he looked at her. Ambrose sighed.
"I've had worse. Well, I mean, physically. Not sure I've ever been betrayed like I was tonight, and I will make that little fucker pay," the wrestler said, starting to get himself worked up again, then stopping when he looked at Eve, noting the tears that were still on her face. She looked like she'd been crying awhile, actually. "Eve..."
"I didn't know, Dean. I swear I didn't. I would have told you or tried to stop him or something... I know you don't have to believe me or trust me or... But I didn't know."
Without speaking, Ambrose heaved out a sigh, then stepped forward, reaching out to Eve... The woman flinching instinctively after his anger earlier, her reaction causing him to flinch slightly himself, but he didn't pull back, instead continuing to reach out to her, pulling her against him and wrapping his arms around her in a hug.
"We believe you, Eve," Roman said, giving the other man a look that dared him to disagree, but Ambrose still said nothing, instead just holding the woman.
"What happens now?" she wanted to know, and it was then that Ambrose finally responded.
"For you? I don't know. But for me and Roman? We find a way to get some revenge."