Stalker

Summary: The five times Seth Rollins felt an odd sensation that someone was following Sasha Banks.

The first time it happened was at the airport when they agreed to fly together from Orlando to Phoenix for the Royal Rumble. Coming from a few days of training and preparing Sasha at the Performance Center for her match against Ronda Rousey, Seth was more than happy to lend a hand and help out wherever he could. He and Sasha had developed similar styles in performing, not to mention they had a shared love for Crossfit, coffee, and dogs—it just seemed natural for them to gravitate towards each other from the beginning. After almost a decade since they met, they'd reached a level of friendship where one was always willing to drop everything if the other needed help.

It all began when Sasha had just started at NXT and being the reserved and isolated individual that she was, Seth was one of the first to approach, and introduced her to all the best eating spots and coffee shops in Orlando. When Seth's knee exploded, no questions asked, Sasha flew in to Davenport almost weekly from wherever RAW aired, to cook him meals, walk his dog, and keep him company. Seth had been forever grateful that she made sure he didn't spiral into depression. During the height of Sasha's breakup with her long-distance boyfriend, Seth had barged into her hotel room with two bottles of wine, some pizza, and a bunch of Adam Sandler comedies in a USB. They had fallen asleep after the third movie, with Seth holding Sasha's hand to reassure her that everything was going to be okay.

Twice, Bayley had asked Sasha why she never considered Seth to be anything more than a best friend.

"Because," she scoffed. "It's just not going to happen."

"Why? Do you not see him in that way?"

"No," she gave Bayley a deadpanned expression. "So drop it."

Sasha's jaw had clenched so tight and she stared at Bayley so hard, Bayley made sure to never ask the question again. And it seemed to have had a rippled effect on all the other Superstars, because no one dared to ask if something happened or if something would ever happen between them. It was normal for two Superstars to be close that way anyway, especially when you were constantly on the road going from one show to the next. Sure, their chemistry was different. It was so in sync and so solid that even Hunter would ask Bayley, Roman, or Dean once in a while if there was any progress—to which they would shake their heads furiously. "The denial is real. Too real," Dean would say. "Or," the more cynic Roman would butt in, "It's just really not there, man. Maybe it's true that they have a brother-sister relationship going on. Look at Andrade and Zelina."

"Please," Bayley would usually scoff and interrupt whenever Roman used Andrade and Zelina as an example. "It's pretty obvious there's something secretly going on with those two."

"And you think nothing is going on with Seth and Sasha?" Dean would always counter.

"I don't know, man," Bayley would shrug. "I mean, I'm constantly with them doing Crossfit or having coffee. They're playful and all, but there are reasons to believe it's platonic," she would say. "But then again, there are also reasons to believe that it's not."

"Exactly!" Dean would raise his hands in the air to prove his point. "Deny it all he wants, Seth tends to wear his heart on his sleeve. And don't get me started on when he last dated a woman. When was the last time you saw him with someone?"

"Been a while," Roman would point out.

"And you think he'd never consider someone like Sasha? Even Renee thinks it's bullshit. Sasha's an attractive and talented woman—not to mention single. No way it's never crossed his mind. Besides, have you ever seen him treat any other Superstar the way he treats her? Would he drive two hours back to the arena if you told him you left your cellphone in the Women's Locker Room?"

"Doubt it. Plus—come to think of it, he's probably fallen asleep more times in Sasha's room than me, Becky, or Charlotte combined," Bayley would add.

"But if they say that nothing is going on, then nothing is going on. End of story," Roman would always conclude the conversation, and again, Dean and Bayley would be forced to drop the topic—no matter how fun it got.

Now, sitting in the waiting area of a delayed flight at MCO, Seth and Sasha played Smash Bros on Seth's Nintendo Switch.

"Come on, Banks. Step up your game so I can unlock more characters."

"Step up my game? You're the one who's been riding on my coattails since I started using Pikachu."

"Look at that. She's a trash talker."

Sasha continued to earn more points for herself, getting even more competitive. In the middle of the game, the hairs on the back of Seth's neck suddenly stood, forcing him to hit the Pause button.

"Hey!" Sasha looked up at him. "What's wrong?"

Seth quickly stood and scanned the area, eyes narrowed as he studied each and every person around them. On the far right, an old lady was half-asleep with a book slightly open in her hands. A few seats behind her, a mom and her toddler were Facetiming her husband, and in another row, a middle-aged man in a suit was typing aggressively on his laptop. On the other side, a teenager was on his headphones while streaming a show on his iPhone. All were too preoccupied, it made Seth wonder about the strange feeling he had just felt.

"Seth, you okay?"

"Huh? Oh. Yeah, it's all good. Sorry about that." He sat down beside Sasha again.

"What was that?" Sasha asked, concern painted on her features. Seth stared at her, deciding whether or not he should tell her—considering that even he couldn't figure out what was wrong. "Do you feel like somebody's watching you?"

Sasha furrowed her brows. "Uh, no?"

But whatever Seth had initially felt intensified, and he placed a protective arm around Sasha before looking around again. "Dude, you're scaring me," she told him.

"I can't pinpoint exactly what's wrong," he spoke in a low voice. "But I just have this weird feeling, and it's not going away."

Sasha tried to understand where he was coming from, so she followed his gaze and carefully studied the people around them.

"Nothing's wrong, Seth," she assured him. "Nobody around here looks suspicious to me. And you and I both know we've had our fair share of encounters with creeps."

Shaking the feeling off, Seth gave her a half smile. "You're right. Sorry. Probably just exhausted from the week."

"You sure? I can go grab us some coffee?" Sasha offered, poking him on the shoulder teasingly.

"No, for my peace of mind, can you stay and just not leave my sight right now?"

Sasha snorted but nodded. Seth had a tendency to get overprotective, but it was something she had gotten used to. At times, it became irritating, but most days she just let it pass. "Whatever you say," she rolled her eyes, continuing their game. "You're being extra weird today, Rollins."

He laughed and shoved her gently, but deep down, Seth still tried to figure out what was wrong. When it was time for them to finally board their flight, he gave the waiting area one last look before placing a hand on Sasha's back and guiding her towards the boarding gate. Maybe Sasha was right. Maybe nothing was wrong. Maybe he was just being overly paranoid.

A/N: Back with another Sesha story I needed to get out of my system! Not sure how or where I got the inspiration. It just happened while I was sitting in a seminar about marketing. How weird and random, right? Anyway—as always, hope you can review! It'll help a lot if you hit me with suggestions on what you want to see, how you want this story to go, if you want this story to be more comedy or to go a darker path like Ride Along. Thank you!