Disclaimer: Other than Tally, none of these people are mine. This story is completely fictional. No disrespect or copyright infringement is intended.

A/N: It's been years since I've written a wrestling fic and I've been working on this for the last couple days. The Shield's amazing win over Team PG (Ryback, Cena and Sheamus) at Elimination Chamber gave me the push I needed to finish this first chapter! I hope y'all like and I appreciate any reviews and/or constructive criticism. Thank you!

Chapter 1

Dean Ambrose lay, bleary-eyed and annoyed, in his hotel room bed and wondered what the fuck had woken him up. It might have been girlfriend's ice cold feet pressing into his calves but he'd gotten pretty used to that in the few months he and Tally Malenko had been sharing a bed. Not that it stopped him from pulling his legs away as he sat up. It was then that he realized what had woken him up was the ringing of a cell phone. Tally's cell phone by the sound of the fucking dub-step ringtone.

Frowning at her still sleeping form, Dean reached over Tally and plucked the phone off the nightstand. Noting it was just after three am, and that it was Seth Rollins calling, Dean was immediately wide awake. Not wanting to wake Tally, he hit the silent button and got up, walking into bathroom and shutting the door behind him before he answered.

"Please tell me you're not hurt, baby boy."

"Not hurt. Just f-fuckin' cold." Seth replied, voice catching on the O, dragging it out for far too long. "They threw me out of the bar but I can't get a cab and Roman left right after you did."

Dean cursed their partner, Roman Reigns, under his breath. "He was supposed to keep an eye on you. What the hell happened?"

All Dean got in response was an unintelligible string of gibberish that ended in "... think I may have hit him."

Dean doubted it. If Seth had hit Roman, Seth wouldn't have been able to talk much less continue drinking with the busted mouth he would have rightfully earned.

"Whatever, Seth. Can't you walk back here? The bar is, like, five blocks away."

"Can't walk. Too drunk. And I lost my shoes."

"How the fuck-" Cutting his angry rant off, Dean rolled his eyes at his reflection in the bathroom mirror and took a deep breath. Was he curious what had happened? Yes but he was also fucking exhausted and exasperated and the longer he talked to Seth, the madder he got. The kid was a helpless wreck sometimes.

"Fine," Dean said, after calming down. "Give me ten minutes and please don't go anywhere, okay?"

"Thanks, man." Seth at least had the grace to sound contrite.

Tally was sitting up in bed when Dean came out of the bathroom, her pixie-cut brown hair a messy halo around her head.

"Is he okay?"

Dean shrugged as he sat on the edge of the bed, relaying the story before he flopped back onto the bed. "He's not dead or in jail but I may kill him before dawn."

"Maybe I should go get him if his life is in danger," Tally teased, brushing her fingers through Dean's hair. "You're exhausted and I'm not working tonight."

The fact was Tally wasn't working at all.

Called up from NXT just after Big E. Langston, Brad Maddox and The Shield, she had expected her debut would have happened by then but Tally hadn't so much as appeared in a backstage vignette yet. Despite her uncle's reassurance, she was getting frustrated with sitting on her ass. Not that she was alone in her frustration. She and A.J. Lee, whom Tally had become fast friends with, had many conversations about their respective situations during their weekly girl's night out.

Dean hummed, like he was even considering not taking her up on the offer when he'd already worked himself halfway back under the covers. "He did call your phone after all."

If there was a hint of jealousy in Dean's voice, neither one of them acknowledged it. Dean's more irrational feelings, and Tally had no doubt he was being irrational, were often just as fleeting and just as often not worth the effort of sussing out.

Especially not at three o'clock in the morning.

Tally scratched through the stubble on his cheek affectionately, getting a sleepy smile in return, before she climbed from the bed to look for her clothes.

"Don't forget to bring an extra pair of socks."

"What?" She asked, confused, but Dean had already fallen back to sleep.

Tally found Seth shivering on the sidewalk in front of the bar when she pulled up in their rented SUV. He wasn't wearing a coat and she realized why Dean had told her to bring socks when she noticed Seth's shoeless feet. At least he still had his favorite hat on. He'd sulked for weeks when he'd lost the last one.

"Tequila make your clothes fall off?" She joked when Seth had climbed into the passenger seat and closed the door against the cold.

"What?" Seth looked at her dumbly for a second before shaking his head. "Never mind. Where's Dean?"

"Asleep. Where you should have been hours ago."

"Sure thing, Mom."

"Hey!" Tally snapped, throwing the socks she'd brought for Seth at him. Even in his buzzed state, he caught them easily. "If you're gonna take that attitude, you can walk your ass back when you sober up."

Seth opened his mouth to respond but he must have seen something in Tally's face that warned him he was treading on thin ice because he only looked down at the socks and smirked.

"Tinkerbell?"

Tally shrugged as she shifted the SUV into drive and pulled away from the curb, heading back toward the hotel. "Dean's socks were all dirty. I didn't think you'd want foot fungus on top of a hangover."

"You got that right." Tally's socks barely came up to his ankles but Seth was happy to have them. "Beggars can't be choosers, I guess."

"You wanna crash with us when we get back?"

"Yeah, I guess so." Seth blew out a slow breath, resting his forehead against the cold car window. He didn't want to stay with Dean and Tally, really, but Roman was pissed off at him and the last thing he wanted to do was wake the beast up. There would be no avoiding that if he went back to their shared room since he'd also misplaced his key card on top of his coat and shoes. "Thanks for coming to get me, Tally. I know I'm a complete asshole."

"Not always, baby boy. Not always."