Title: All Your Ways

Author: Karen U/revivingophelia

Pairing/Character: Eve/?, Brie/Daniel, others

Disclaimer: No one you recognize belongs to me

Rating: R/M

Summary: She wanted revenge... She never expected it to turn into this.

Spoilers: 10/4/13 SmackDown. Will include my own version of Battleground.

Warnings: adult situations, language, violence.

[ ... say it, defend yourself... we're listening, what's wrong... did I hit the spot, piss you off... make you a fool in front of everyone... -Evans Blue, Say it... }

Prologue

She was a little nervous, which she told herself was silly. It was just that she wasn't really the type of person to go around trying to surprise someone - not really - and because of that, she kept second-guessing herself. But he'd complained before about her lack of spontaneity (or not really complained, more that he'd brought it up a few times) and well... This was spontaneous, wasn't it? Showing up here, a day early, to surprise him? Okay, so not hugely spontaneous, and neither was her other surprise for him - she'd thought long and hard before committing to that one - but still, it would be a surprise to him, so that still counted, didn't it?

And yeah, she was really overthinking this whole thing.

Taking a deep breath, she straightened her shoulders, lifting her chin a little, trying to look like the confident woman that she usually was. She could feel the strap of her bag starting to slip a little on her shoulder, and she tugged it back up, approaching the front desk, quickly going through the story that she'd concocted with a little help. It was amazingly easy, really, to talk herself into a key-card to his room... Kind of scary how easy it was, actually, considering it all, but she was pretty sure the guy behind the desk recognized her, and the fact that she knew the name the person she was looking for was registered under (he never registered under his real name) probably helped as well. However, the ease with which she found herself with a key-card in hand made her resolve to always use the deadbolts and chains and whatever else was available whenever she was at a hotel.

Giving the young man in front of her a smile, she quickly pushed a tip across the counter toward him, then stepped back, holding the key-card tightly in her hand as she headed for the stairs. He was on the third floor, so she quickly headed up the two flights of stairs, the woman smiling slightly to herself as she pushed open the door and headed toward his room. He would be surprised to see her, that was for sure... After all, he thought her flight was for tomorrow morning, not for today, and when they'd talked earlier, he'd said that he couldn't wait to see her... Well, now, he wouldn't have to wait.

As she came to the room she knew was his, she came to a stop, pressing her lips together... Feeling a little silly, she dug into her purse and pulled out a compact with a mirror, quickly flipping it open and looking at herself, making sure her hair and makeup was still okay. Kind of vain, yes, but she didn't want to show up to surprise him looking like she'd just flown across the country on a flight with a layover that ended up being a two-hour flight delay. Even if she had.

With a shake of her head, she fluffed her hair one last time, then slipped the mirror back in her bag, looking down at the key-card again before carefully sliding it into the slot, holding her breath until the little light flashed green. It had always been in the back of her mind that the guy behind the counter might give her a key to the wrong room - or a key that wasn't activated at all - but that wasn't the case this time. Smiling a little, she carefully turned the knob and slid the door open, trying to be as quiet as possible - she really did want to surprise him - the woman poking her head into the room, trying to figure out where he was... and freezing when she saw him.

Or, more precisely, *them*.

Her stomach jumped somewhere around her throat before seemingly dropping to her knees, the woman momentarily not sure if she was going to throw up or pass out, her mind going in a million different directions, and none of them good. She silently and desperately hoped that the man at the front desk had given her the wrong key-card or something, that this wasn't who she thought it was, that maybe someone else had checked into the hotel under that name...

But she knew it wasn't true.

She knew it wasn't true, because she knew it was him. There was no mistaking that he was the man in that bed. Anyone would be able to tell it was him. And she knew exactly who it was that was in the bed with him. What she could see of the person - her back and the side of her face - coupled with the clothes on the floor made it all too obvious who it was that was on top of him in that bed. Neither of them saw her; they were too wrapped up in what they were doing to even notice the door had opened.

She stood there frozen for a long moment, not knowing what to do, how to react... Part of her wanted to just pretend she'd never seen it, and she hated that part of herself, that she would actually think about letting him get away with it. With this. Another part of her wanted to grab the woman by the hair and toss her naked into the hallway, then have a screaming match with him... But she couldn't. She couldn't make herself step into that room, not when they were doing *that* with each other. She needed time, she needed space... She needed a plan. She needed to figure out what to do and just how she would make them pay. Because she would definitely make them pay.

Taking a deep breath, she stepped back out of the room, carefully closing the door behind her, the woman not even aware of the tears on her face until she reached up and touched her cheeks. She felt angry and horrified and hurt and almost sick to her stomach, and she wanted to make them hurt. But she couldn't go off half-cocked, couldn't go in there crying. They could see her anger, that was okay, but they wouldn't see her cry. She wouldn't let them.

And if she had her way, somewhere down the line, they would be the ones that were trying not to let anyone see them cry.

She would make sure of that.

Author's note: There is a poll on my profile asking which Shield guy should be the leading man for a new story. This is the new story. The poll is still up, and will be until I get to the point where the lead guy will be introduced. (FYI, he's not the cheater that's introduced in this part.) Anyway, feel free to vote if you'd like. :-)