This story is so ridiculous it's not funny. I have come up with another random bout of drivel in my head and.. whelp... here it comes! This is AU, but will kind of stick to the current story line in ways. The character are pretty much OOC, because really, what do I know about the real Colby, Joseph, or Jonathan other than what is put on their TV characters. Yes, my character is pretty much the definition of Mary-Sue. If that bothers you, find another damn story! =D

A/N: I dropped the ball in the first chapter and there is no room in the summary to put this, but there is M/M in this story! It is mostly centered around F/M or M/F/M but there will be slightly descriptive interaction between the men as well.

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A hand pushed at my shoulder until I rolled away, refusing to open my eyes.

"No Nick, not yet," I groaned, "I'm not your sex toy every fucking morning!"

"Samara," I heard a soft voice.

That wasn't Nick. I jolted up and stared at Roman Reigns in shock.

"Holy shit balls batman! I wasn't dreaming?!" I cried.

He looked torn between anger, sadness, and laughter. I gave a sheepish smile and rose, slipping my flip flops on.

"Sorry, I- Well, I tend to have word vomit," I explained, "Especially when I'm surprised."

"I've noticed," he said with a chuckle.

His smile slipped off as I grabbed my purse and started to the door, but was stopped as he grabbed my wrist. I cocked my head to the side and raised an eyebrow in questioning.

"I know it's none of my business, and feel free to yell at me or slap me, but was he more than just physically and mentally abusive?" he asked softly.

My cheeks felt red as I looked away, chewing on my inner cheek.

"I guess that's answer enough," he said in almost a growl.

"Yeah," I replied softly, "Anyway, can we order room service breakfast?!"

I was very eager to change the subject. Being alone when I got home, I would have enough time to over think my emotions.

"Yeah, go ahead and get ready," he said motioning to the bathroom, "There's a new tooth brush and hair brush you can use."

"Thanks," I mumbled, giving him a small smile.

*Men's POV *

As she shut the door, Joseph shook his head at the other two.

"What's wrong?" Jonathan asked, draining his water glass.

"When I woke her, she said something about not being that asshole's sex slave ever morning," Joseph said, rubbing his face before continuing, "I straight up asked."

"And?" Colby demanded.

"Fucker raped her," Joseph said in a quieter tone.

"Mother fucker!" Jonathan hissed, glancing at the bathroom door.

The mutual feeling of anger resonated around the room.

"It's no wonder she has confidence issues, hell, we got to witness first hand some of the shit he said to her," Colby muttered.

"Seriously though, it must take someone really fucked up to make a beautiful girl like her really think she's not worth anything," Jonathan said, giving both guys a serious look.

"There no telling what he did," Joseph sighed.

There was a thump and Samara pushed between them, grabbing a glass and filling it with water.

"Well, if you ever want to find out, just ask," she said, "Depending on my mood, I'll clam up, or you'll get the gory details of my beatings and rapes of the last three years."

Her face had a sad smirk and her hazel eyes held much pain as she picked up the phone.

"Now, someone order me some food please?" she asked with a more real smile.

*Samara's POV *

I couldn't control a groan as I bit into my stuffed french toast.

"Like, if you could just kidnap me from reality and keep me boxed in your room all day with room service and internet, I would be in love for life, just saying," I said with a huge grin.

"Willing submitting to kidnapping from three men you don't know well? Sounds like a grand plan," Joseph said sarcastically.

I rolled my eyes and sat my fork down as I swallowed my food.

"Look here Reign- Sorry, Joseph," I said, pointing my finger at him with a stern look, "There is nothing, and I mean nothing, you three could do that he did not do."

I sensed a chill in the air as I took a drink of orange juice. Deciding to lighten the mood, I smirked and spoke again.

"Besides, what women wouldn't want three gorgeous men to capture her and use her for their wishes."

I winked as Joseph looked shocked, Colby blushed, and Jonathan bust up laughing.

"Just saying guys, most women are freaks down beneath the prude shell," I threw out as I dug back into my french toast.

"Are you speaking from personal experience?" Jonathan asked with a grin.

I saw the other two throw him a glare but I played around.

"Go buy some rope and condoms and I'm sure I could teach you a few things about dominating a woman you probably have never thought of," I teased.

His eyebrow raised and he almost replied but a phone went off. Joseph picked up his and answered the call.

"Joseph."

I tried not to listen in and mind my own business but my name was spoken and my ears perked up.

"Yes, Samara, um-"

He turned to me and asked, "Last name?"

"Evans," I answered quickly.

"Samara Evans, the man that was taken into custody was an unstable boyfriend of sorts," Joseph said.

"Are you sure? I just- Yeah okay. Sure. Bye Paul"

My fork dropped and I turned.

"Paul," I mused, then I remembered his real name, "Paul, as in Triple H? As in the golden haired king of kings?!" I shouted excitedly.

The men couldn't stop laughing for a minute but Joseph gathered his control first with a nod. Then he looked a little uneasy.

"He wants to extend a personal apology that anything of the sorts happened at one of our events and as an apology he wants to offer you to come along on this next stop and get a ride home as well, free of charge, if you would like."

My mouth dropped and I stared at him like a fish out of water until Jonathan snapped.

"Holy shit!" I whispered, "Really? I should have gotten the shit beat out of me at an event sooner!"

"Not funny," Colby threw out.

I ignored him and grinned at Joseph.

"Yes! One hundred times over yes! Hell, I don't have anything at home anyway other than a dead end acting job!" I said with a squeal.

"Nothing at home?" Jonathan asked.

I hated that he caught that but shrugged it off.

"All my family left my mom and I when she got pregnant with me, then it was me and her until I met Nick, then she had a stroke and is now living in Springfield in intensive care due to multiple health issues," I said, trying to brush it off, "Anyway-"

"Hold up, back up there cupcake," Jonathan ordered, "You don't have anyone to go home to?"

I sighed but shook my head no.

"It's no big deal, trust me, I'll probably pack up, terminate my lease, and move to Springfield," I replied, "I'm sure I can find maybe a better job there at one of the theaters or something."

"Not to sound rude, but I don't see that being a great idea."

I gave him a challenging gaze and asked, "Why not?"

"You've just been through a very traumatic relationship, very likely your world has no stability and you seem to need that right now."

I felt irrational irritability rise and let out an annoyed sigh.

"Just what do you suggest Mr. Psychologist? I'm not gonna check into a stress clinic or some shit," I snapped.

"Not suggesting that," Jonathan said, raising his hands in surrender.

"So?" I asked, pushing my irritation away as much as possible.

"Travel with us until you decide what you really want to do," Colby threw out.

I let out a loud, sharp laugh and actually felt tears of humor fill my eyes.

"Whoo-hoo, way to make a good joke," I sighed once I calmed down, wiping my eyes.

My smile slid off my face as I saw them all giving me the same, serious expression.

"Even if I accepted, and I honestly want to, I don't have money of any sort, and I'm not a free loader," I said, "Plus, I'd just be in your hair and your way when your girlfriends come visit, and how awkward would that be to explain? 'Oh hey baby, this is the girl we picked up after her abusive boyfriend tried to kill her, she's kind of sleeping on our couch when we travel until she gets her shit together, just ignore her'."

Jonathan smirked and Colby chuckled with Joseph as I grinned.

"See, doesn't that sound stupid? Plus, Triple H would probably never be cool with a chick using up company funds," I added.

"Well, do you cook and clean well?" Joseph suddenly asked.

I gave him a confused as I nodded.

"Yeah, why?"

"You can clean where ever we stay, make food for us, and help us pack stuff when it's time to leave," he said, "In exchange for staying with us."

Looking around I saw each of the three men seemed on board with this idea, and it shocked me completely.

"You're all nuts! I could be some rabid fan and want to rape you and steal your semen for illegitimate children and chain you to me for the rest of our lives! Or I could want to hurt you? Or-"

"What. In. The. Hell?" Colby interrupted, "Where do you come up with this crap?!"

He looked scared but amused and I shrugged.

"Creative juices, comes with the entertainment industry," I said with a smile, "I write short stories for fun actually, they're kind of scary sometimes."

"I can imagine," Joseph said lowly, making me giggle.

"Trust me, no one has been able to understand this brain yet, thus fueling my argument more," I said, "I could be a psycho."

"You could have done whatever you wanted last night," Colby argued.

"Yeah cupcake besides, we could easily over power you no matter the situation," Jonathan added.

With a groan I leaned back and stared at the ceiling.

"Fine, but please okay it with all the heads of whatever, I don't want to get thrown out on a street corner due to some issue."

…

I helped lift my bags up to Joseph who put them along with theirs.

"Come on, let's go get a drink," Colby said, pushing my lower back gently.

I couldn't hide a small smile as his hand remained there even as we boarded. He directed me to the two rows of seats sitting across from each other, ordering me to sit.

"We have Coke, Sprite, Sweet tea, and Coffee," he said.

"Sprite please," I replied.

He brought me over the can and plopped down beside me. Without really thinking about it, I leaned onto his shoulder, resting my head. He chuckled and reached around with his other hand, ruffling my hair softly.

"You're strange, you know that right?" he asked.

I nodded with a grin.

"But please do explain why," I replied.

"You fight us tooth and nail but not because you are uncomfortable, but because we might be," he said.

"I've never been one that really worries about myself," I replied simply.

"You should," he retorted.

"Meh, I'm just me, nothing special to worry about," I said softly.

He moved around and I groaned in complaint as my head fell, surprised when I realized I was resting against his chest. His hand delved into my hair again and started playing with it.

"That's a terrible statement," he said finally, "You just can't see how special you are."

I wanted to argue but sleep tugged at my eyelids as he continued playing with my hair.

"You've only known me like a day," I finally argued sleepily.

"Then you must be amazingly special to show three strangers how special you are in that little of time," he replied.

My lips parted to argue but my eyelids fell again and I passed out quickly.

…

"Seriously, who falls asleep on a man they just met? I mean, yeah, he is incredibly sexy, and kind, and funny, and- Oh fuck it all. I'm just a slut," I sighed, staring hard at my reflection.

I had woken up just about ten minutes ago, cuddled up in Colby's lap with his hand still in my hair. While it damn near made my heart explode, it also made me realize I was going to be in a very bad situation eventually. I get huge crushes way too easy, and it seemed like these men would be no different for me. Except unlike normal men, there were hundreds of reasons why they would never choose me rather than the usual dozens. Most of all, they're all famous wrestlers with amazing looks and great personalities, and I was quite the opposite. I tugged my ginger red hair and took in my tired appearance. If Nick were here, he'd remind me how useless I was and that even caring for these men as other than friends would be a mistake. I jumped as the door was knocked on.

"Samara? Are you still in there?"

"Um, yeah, uno momento por favore!" I called with a chuckle.

Deciding to push my insecurities aside for now and focus on the good of the day, I popped the door open, grinning at Jonathan.

"You had us worried," he said.

"Sorry, I was brushing my hair again," I lied convincingly, showing him the brush, "They say if you brush your hair multiple times a day it stimulates hair growth and shine."

He quirked a brow as I brushed past him with a chuckle.

"Your hair is long anyway," he said.

"Not long enough, I used to be able to sit on it until Nick made me cut it," I said.

There was a noise like a low growl and I saw Joseph clenching a cup in his hand, almost as if angry.

"Did that fucker let you do anything that was strictly for you?" he asked, looking over at me.

I was startled to see his anger clear in his stormy eyes. Nervously, I shrugged and leaned against the counter, trying to appear cool under his scrutinizing gaze.

"I mean, got to use my laptop to write and stuff," I replied.

"God that bastard is so lucky he's in police custody or I swear-"

"Calm Joe," Colby said, "As much as we'd all like to rip that piece of shit a new one, it's beyond our control now."

"Yeah, and he better thank the heavens for that," Joseph snapped.

I hesitantly put my hand over his fist and rubbed his knuckles with my thumb, giving him a soothing smile.

"While I completely adore your wanting to kill him, there's no need," I said softly, "He's gone."

"That doesn't change what he's done in the past," he said, sounding a little more gentle.

These men were truly one of a kind, every one of them. They barely knew me and yet they wanted to so badly hurt the man that hurt me, even wanting to fix my past.

"Neither will hurting him, although it'd probably make me grin a bit," I admitted, "But thank you for that. It makes me happy to know some people care about other people in the world."

His face lost all sign of anger as his eyes cleared and a thoughtful expression entered his eyes.

"I think it's just you cupcake," Jonathan said suddenly, coming behind me.

I squeaked in surprise as he pulled me against his chest in a hug and kissed the top of my head.

"W-What?" I asked shakily.

"You seem to bring out our protective nature," he finally said, "Something about the beautiful damsel in distress I suppose."

I started to reply but the bus came to a stop.

"Where are we?" I asked.

"Probably the hotel for the night," Colby explained.

"It's only seven," I replied in confusion.

"We need to get dinner and get rooms still," Joseph replied.

"Ooh, I guess that makes sense," I said, shrugging.

A blush spread across my cheeks as I realized Jonathan still had his arms around me.

"Come on cupcake, let's go!"

Before I could move, a hand connected with my bottom, making me screech with a laugh, turning to see Colby smirking.

"You heard him, cupcake," he said with a smirk, pointing to the door, "Let's go."

By now my face had to be the color of tomatoes but I let him hurry me out, too distracted to fight.