Disclaimer: I do not own anything or anyone. This a work of pure fiction and does not depict the actual thoughts or feelings of those mentioned. Each character is property of him/herself and the WWE.

Note: So, how could I NOT write something after the Rumble? Holy shit! I'm really fucking proud of Roman, not only did he make a new record but he was the last man standing with Batisita. (I'm personally pretty unhappy with Batista winning. I didn't care who won as long as it wasn't him... ugh) Also, this entire story is dedicated to Seth Rollins. I saw that interview where he was talking about fanfiction so if you ever read this, know it's written with fan love! XD Enjoy loves! -JJ

Your Betrayal

Roman growled, storming down the hallway to The Shield's personal locker room. He was fuming. He had been so close, so fucking close to winning the Rumble. He'd had the crowd on his side even. He'd had it all right there in the palm of his hand and one wrong slip and he'd went sailing over the top rope. His fists tightened as his sides as he passed his cousins, barely giving them a second glance.

He was angry with losing, but it wasn't the actual lose that had him so pissed off. It was Dean. Dean had tried to stab him in the back and toss him over early, earlier than they'd planned. He bit his tongue hard, the metallic tang of copper blossoming on his taste buds. It slowly filled his mouth. He only swallowed down his blood, forcing back the bitter taste of betrayal with it.

He stopped, looking at the door, his face scrunching up in a heated frustration. He was going to rip Dean a new one for trying to take his chances away. He pushed the door open, pausing at the sounds of heated voices and showers. He let the door shut silently, thinking that Seth and Dean must have already got into the showers, once again leaving him behind. He stopped completely when he heard Seth's heated voice.

"What the hell were you thinking?" Seth asked, running his hands through his hair, working the shampoo through the dual colored locks. "That wasn't part of the fucking plan Ambrose, we were supposed to get down to the three of us and then duel it out. You wanted it that way!"

Dean rolled his eyes as he leaned heavily back against the cool shower stall's white tiled wall. "Look, we both know that he would've done it to us," he snapped back, reaching for his body wash and soaping up. "I just made my move first."

Seth blew out a growl, pushing water from his eyes and tying his freshly washed hair out of his face. "You're seriously going to say that to me? Don't bullshit me man. I know that's not why you tried sending him over."

"Yeah, so I tried to get him when he wasn't looking, is that what you want to hear?" Dean nearly yelled, standing under the hot water and letting the suds run down his body. "I'm sick of him and this push he's getting Seth. We've worked out asses off. This is the only thing I fucking have! I've been doing this since I was sixteen!"

"And so you pretty much stab our best friend in the back?" Seth interrupted, washing his face before soaping up his body, scrubbing furiously at his skin until he was splotchy with red marks.

"I don't know about you, but this is my dream right here! I came from nothing, not a god damn thing and worked hard to get here. He decides one day, 'Oh, I'm tired of football, let's try wrestling' and the whole fucking company jumps on him! For what? Because of his family?" Dean yelled incredulously, punching the wall. "Yeah, he's part of the fucking Samoan Dynasty, so he's a perfect fucking shoe in. He's the Rock's cousin, got that pretty fucking face of his, the son of Sika of the Wild Samoans. He's still fucking wet behind the ears. He wouldn't stand a chance on his own without us."

Seth ripped his shower curtain back, looking across at Dean's silhouette through the off white curtain. "Are you listening to yourself? You're so fucking jealous of him it's ridiculous man," he snapped, watching as Dean rinsed himself off. He pulled his curtain back into place, doing the same.

"So what? It's his family that's got him this far, and for what? What if he gets tired of this too? What's next movies, well fuck him. I won't let him over shadow me and all the work I've done to get here," he answered, turning the shower off and reaching out for his towel that was hanging on the silver hook just outside the curtain. He yanked it in with him and toweled his hair before wrapping it around his waist. "Don't act like his push doesn't bother you too. You've said plenty about it before now."

Seth only stayed silent, thinking over the words. Yeah, he was a little jealous of Roman's push, but that didn't mean that he wanted to steal his best friend's thunder. He knew he'd get his time, hell he'd had that awesome match with Cena. He'd already solidified his spot in the main roster after the Shield broke up. He sighed, watching the last few soap bubbles slide down the drain before turning the shower off and grabbing his own towel.

Roman stood there, back against the wall just next to the door. His arms were crossed tight over his chest, his jaw tight as he took in Dean's words. His grey eyes were transfixed on the painted concrete floor, his mind racing.

Did Dean really think he was that green? He'd only worked as hard as he could, and more, to get to where he was finally catching up to Dean and Seth's level of experience. He'd worked hard on his moves outside of the gym with Jon and Josh, both working him even harder than his trainers. He'd taken advice from his Dad, his uncle, even some random advice he'd gotten from Dwayne, all just to improve.

He bit his lower lip, once again tasting blood. He wasn't going to admit that his feelings were hurt. He looked up to Dean and Seth, they'd put their bodies on the line long before they'd started with WWE. He wasn't going to admit that he worked twice as hard, sometimes to the point of exhaustion just to try and make up for his lack of experience just to keep up with them. He looked up, wet footsteps coming towards him.

Dean looked up from the floor, shaking his head, still clearly frustrated. He paused, face falling when he saw Roman standing there right next to the door. His heart started to pound, his tongue running over his lower lip at the dark look on that handsome face. "Roman," he breathed, body frozen.

Roman stood there, his grey eyes meeting blue, letting them stare at each other. He shook his head, giving a humorless chuckle.

Dean could feel the little droplets of water on him suddenly feel like ice that sunk into his skin like shards of glass. He hadn't meant for Roman to hear him. He'd been frustrated and angry, but he'd never wanted Roman to know those kinds of jealous thoughts bubbled in the pit of his stomach.

Seth stepped out, eyes widening when he saw Roman standing there, a tight, uncomfortable smile on the tanned lips. "Ro," he breathed, his own heart starting to pound at the way those eyes looked at him and Dean. He looked down, on hand firmly clasped around the overlap in his towel. He knew Roman had heard them, there was no trying to explain otherwise.

"So that's how you really feel huh?" Roman asked, voice low, deep, and rumbled in his chest. "I see, thanks for setting me straight." He grabbed the hidden dog tags from around his neck and yanked them off, looking down at the three headed dog on it. His jaw tightened as he thought of the day they'd gotten them made together, a small show of friendship and luck between the three of them for their matches. "I guess I don't need this anymore." He threw it at Dean, watching it bounce off his chest and land in an open hand.

Seth took a step forward, wanting the other man to stop. He froze, the deathly cold look in Roman's eyes firmly rooting him to the floor. He looked back down, taking a deep breath. "It's just the Rumble, it got the best of him," he tried to reason softly, not wanting their friendship to break over Dean's jealousy fueled mishap.

"Sure it did," Roman bit back, walking over and grabbing his bag. He didn't believe a word that had come from Seth's lips. He didn't believe any of it. "I'm riding back with my cousins, since they're the real reason I'm even here. That way I won't bother you two anymore." He threw the bag over his shoulder, turning his back to his two teammates before walking out, slamming the door behind him.

He swallowed down the lump of hurt in his throat, telling himself not to think about it. If that's how Dean felt, then that's how he felt. He was fine, he didn't need them, he didn't need The Shield anymore. He made it to where Jon and Josh were both standing, already in their street clothes. "Can I ride back with you?" he asked, both sets of brown eyes setting softly on him.

"Something happen between you and the boys?" Jon asked, offering Roman a hair tie, watching as his cousin easily pulled his long hair back into a ponytail. "I mean besides the obvious?"

Roman shook his head. "We just need time apart, that's all," he murmured, sighing gently. "That toss wasn't part of the show. That was real."

Josh and Jon shared a look, both looking back at Roman. They both knew better than to try and comfort the bigger man. They just nodded, leading Roman back to their locker room, telling him to shower and get dressed.

Roman had only nodded, pulling his shower supplies from his bag and going into the showers, pulling the curtain and turning the hot tab on, letting the scalding water run over him. He felt betrayed. Everything he worked for with Seth and Dean had meant nothing to them, he'd only gotten a shot because of his family in their eyes.

He blew out a sigh, pulling his hair free and washing it, pulling it back into a bun once he'd finished. He stood under the water, eyes closed. He didn't understand why it hurt so bad. It really wasn't Dean that bothered him, it was the lack of Seth's thoughts that really did him in.

Everyone knew it, but Seth really was the cool one of the group. Whenever him and Dean got into it, which happened relatively often, normally over something stupid, he was there to break them up and tell them they were being assholes. Seth was really the heart of the group, the glue that kept them together.

That hurt his heart more, the thought of Seth thinking that he'd only made it by his lineage. Roman rested his forearm against the wall just under the shower head, letting his forehead rest against it. Was all the extra training he'd done with Seth completely worthless? Had Seth just done it out of pity? Had he just been a burden? He hated thinking of it like that.

He was under the impression that they were a unit, a band of friends dominating the entire roster. He'd said those things in the interviews because it was what he'd been told to say. He was supposed to play his character up, he was supposed to sound like his ego was getting bigger. He didn't ask for the push, he'd just grabbed onto the opportunities he was given and tried to keep up.

He shook his head, telling himself to stop thinking and finish getting washed up. He knew Jon would want to get back to Trinity, both still in that honeymoon stage. He finished his shower, toweling off and pulling on his clothes before walking back out to where Josh and Jon were sitting, quietly talking between themselves.

Roman nodded at them, letting them know that he was ready. He put his shower caddy back into his bag and pulled out his coat, throwing it on before tugging his sneakers on. He followed behind both men, face still hard set. He didn't want to talk to anyone, he didn't even want to think. He just wanted to make it back to the hotel, grab a couple hours of sleep and get back on the road for Raw the next night.

Once back in his room, Roman tugged his coat off and threw it on the chair next to his king sized bed. He fell back onto the soft mattress, cupping his hands behind his head as he stared at the ceiling. He couldn't get Dean's words out of his head, each time he thought the heated words were done with, they would just start over again. He shook his head, kicking his shoes off.

He had nothing but respect for Dean. He'd made that clear on several occasions. He'd seen some of Dean's old matches when he had been wrestling under Jon Moxley, back when he had no problem with putting his body through Death matches, back in CZW. He sighed, looking over to the open window, watching the snow fall outside.

He sat up, getting up from the bed completely and walking over, looking down at the cars on the road beneath him. He tried not to think about the three of them as they'd pulled into the hotel that morning, all three talking about the snow, both him and Dean agreeing that they hated it, Seth being the one to really enjoying it. He shook his head, shoving his hands into the pockets of his jeans, his lower lip finding itself between his teeth. He didn't know what he was going to do. The Shield wasn't due to break up yet, but he didn't know if they were going to make it on a personal level. He lost himself in the swirling flakes, his grey eyes cast out onto the dark horizon.

A knock at the door pulled Roman from his thoughts. He looked over, another soft knock echoing through the room. He stepped away from the window, telling himself to think about Seth and Dean later. He opened the door, shock evident on his face.

(A/N): So I'm not sure where this is going, but it was BEGGING to come out after watching Dean nearly toss Roman out during the Rumble. I was livid and screaming and I'm sure my neighbors thought I was dying. XD I was PISSED that Roman lost, no lie! And to be honest, I was pissed the El Torito and JBL made it into the Rumble match but McIntyre and Evan didn't. But I LOST it when Sheamus came out. I was literally screaming! I'm so happy he's back! Anyway, thoughts? I don't know if I'll be continuing this, it depends on what happens tomorrow on Raw. Either way. Title is Your Betrayal by Bullet For My Valentine.

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