Here's Chapter 2! Enjoy!

"See you guys later at the car." Seth said, waving at them as he headed out of the gym's locker room.

Roman didn't say anything at first, his mind was elsewhere, somewhere far off and on a certain blond. Dean said his goodbyes to their friend as he reached up in the locker for a clean shirt.

"Still can't get Mallory off your mind?" There was a snicker to Dean's question, like he couldn't get over the fact that some woman was dancing around in his friend's head.

"Why did I ever tell you her name?" Roman asked slipping on his own shirt.

"Because I'm your friend."

"Then I'm a friend with a snake." Roman stood up, grabbing his watch off the shelf and putting it on. "But she just seemed, I don't know."

"Why can't you shake this one person? She's just a woman. What is it that has her under your skin?"

"I don't got a clue. That's the thing. At first I thought it was because of my issues with Sheamus but now, it seems kind of iffy. There really isn't a reason why I'm so..."

"You're hung up on someone, since your last break up I thought you would be looking to stay away from birds and their issues."

"Birds? Who have you been talking to? Barrett?"

"Yeah, so? It's better than calling them bitches and having you ride my ass about giving them respect. Not when I've got my own damn issues with them."

That was an understatement of the year. There was only ever one girlfriend that Roman knew of. She was one that Dean had and it didn't end well from what he knew. Not that Roman had any luck with women as of lately, his long term girlfriend and fiance decided to call it quits on him, and seeing his daughter was hard enough.

"So, what are you going to do now?"

"Now," Roman stood up and grabbed his bag. "I get my ass to the arena for Monday Night Raw. I've got to spear Cena into next Sunday."

Usually speaking, when they came to the arena at different times, the three Shield members usually just met up at the superstar locker room and most of the time it was Seth that arrived before either Roman or Dean. And sure enough, as Roman got to the locker room Seth was already there and waiting for them. He was talking to CM Punk, one of the superstars that actually didn't care if they were there in the locker room.

"Hey guys." Seth said as he was lacing his boots for their match.

Most of the other superstars hated the fact that The Shield was brought in at all. But with the sudden success of the group, the three of them were a constant topic of disgust discussion in the locker room. Case in point, as Roman was getting his vest on, out of the corner of his eye he caught Sheamus glaring at him as the Irishman was lacing his own boots.

"What's with you and the Irish Red over there?" CM Punk asked, nodding his head towards Sheamus who was talking to Cena.

"Same interests, different ideas." Roman responded velcroing his vest on the side.

"Huh?" Punk asked, scrunching up his nose as if he smelt something bad. This was the men's locker room after all.

"Some chick, Mallory or something like that. She works with the divas." Dean filled him in.

"AJ knows her, she speaks highly of the woman. I think AJ said something about getting out of a volatile marriage or something like that. She does not want to deal with men right now."

"I can see why she was all about Sheamus leaving her alone last night." Roman tried to mumble to himself but he wasn't going to hide it from the rest of them.

"That just made your efforts so much harder." Dean remarked as he was wrapping his wrists.

"Hey, if she's not willing then I'll make sure she keeps to her wishes. Sheamus was really persistent last night to the point where she really didn't want anything to do with him."

As more and more of the night's superstars started arriving for the show and the closer to show time the anticipation and jitters started ramping up amongst them. Also the tension between Roman and Sheamus could be seen as every once in a while one could be seen glaring at the other, the other glaring in return and neither backing down.

"Dude, I can't deal with your macho issues right now. Go get me a water bottle." Dean said to Roman.

Growling, the Samoan stood up and stalked out of the locker room. Roman didn't know what to do. The last thing he wanted was to start a backstage feud. The first thing being a superstar is that keep your personal issues in the locker room. Don't bring it into the show. That's what his father, Sika of the Wild Samoans, taught him.

As he was rounding a corner, eyes forward instead of down, he ran right into something. Something small and female. Finally paying attention, he looked down and found the blond from the night club on the floor picking up some loose papers she had dropped in their collision.

"I am so sorry." It was Roman saying that line to her as he bent down to pick up the papers that were at his feet.

She looked at him, a small smile gracing her face. "It's okay. I wasn't watching where I was going."

"If it's any consolation, neither was I. My head isn't with me right now."

Mallory, she was a unique woman. She didn't carry on a slutty personality. She looked, in Roman's opinion, like a proper business woman. She wore a black pencil skirt, a matching professional black blouse and her hair was pulled back in a ponytail. She had her WWE staff ID badge swinging around her neck along with a necklace he'd never seen before. It was a single stone necklace, baby blue in color hanging on a gold chain. It delicately rested against her collar bone, tempting him as it swayed with her movements.

Bringing his attention back to more PG related thoughts, he helped her pick up the fallen papers with ease.

"I'll try to watch where I'm going next time." She said as he and her stood up together.

"I'll do the same. I'm the kind of person that can do damage." And he was telling the fact, the straight fact. Everyone knew he was that kind of man.

"I'll remember that." The tone of her voice slipped out, a side of her shown something to him. Roman realized too late that now she was scared of him.

"Mallory, wait." He called out, making her stop.

"Yeah? What?" She looked at him with raised brows and a tilt of her head.

"I'm sorry if I came off sounding, uh, pigheaded." He held his hands up. "I've been taught to respect women, I'd never raise my hand to one."

"I can handle myself." She finally said. "But only because you seem like one of the good ones."

"Good ones?" He raised an eyebrow at that one.

"You haven't tried anything with me. So I guess that's a good thing."

It didn't mean he wasn't going to try, that's for sure.

"Hey, I'm heading out to a bar with some of the guys later. Want to join me?"

"No." Then she shook her head. "No, I mean sorry I can't. The divas are heading out early tonight and I need to escort them to the next venue. But, rain check?" She held the papers tighter to herself. He could see her biting the inside of her lip.

"Sure, that'd be cool. Stay safe." He said, before walking around her.

"Roman," she called out to him making him turn towards her. "You stay safe as well."

That was the nicest thing anyone could have told him at that moment.

Several Hours Later- After the Match

"Yes, sweetie, I'm fine." Roman said, his phone pressed to his ear.

The medic was tending to the cut over his eye, the one he got from Orton in the ring. A misplaced Brogue kick later and Dean managed to get the Irishman back for his attack on Roman. There was no doubt that Roman would need stitches. The moment he got backstage, one of his cousins brought him his ringing phone.

"Yes, Shayna, Daddy's fine." He said again, wincing at the pain in his eyebrow.

Mallory had seen the incident in the ring. She wasn't sure if it was planned or what, but she knew that the large Samoan was hurt. Out of curiosity she passed by the medic area, and peaked in. She could see his feet, that was all she could see of Roman because there were other people of the medical staff tending to his face.

"Need help there, Sunshine?" Mallory jumped when someone spoke up behind her.

When she found both Seth Rollins and Dean Ambrose there, well it was obvious why they were there in the first place.

"No," she responded squaring her shoulders. "I was just seeing what was going on. Is he okay?" She asked, jabbing her thumb into the room.

"Just a cut over his eye. He'll need a few stitches." Dean crossed his arms, looking at her from head to toe. It was a little uncomfortable for Mallory that was for sure. Like he was gaging her, seeing if she was worthy enough for something.

She pursed her lips for a moment. "Oh," she said fidgeting with the papers in her arms. "Glad to hear he's okay." And without saying anything else she left.

"Do I smell that bad?" Dean asked, looking at Seth.

"I don't know, I can't smell anything other than myself." He lifted his arm slightly before putting it down. "No, that's all you. I smell like roses."

"Will you two shut up? I've got a headache." Roman's voice called out to them.

Both laughed while enter that room. Roman was sitting up as one of the medics made sure that the stitches stayed in place. Their biggest member was the one that had been hurt. Usually it was either Dean or Seth, but this time it was Roman.

"How's it, Man?" Dean asked, crossing his arms.

Ignoring the question, Roman asked, "Who were you talking to a minute ago?"

"Your Mallory was out there, looking in on you." Seth said.

"My Mallory?" If Roman could raise one eyebrow he would but it would be too painful for him.

"Yeah, you've got a thing for her. I mean, I prefer brunettes." Seth smirked. "Dean, well he's a different story. The faker the boobs the better the experience."

"Oh shut your damn mouth." Dean shoved Seth, who was still laughing and they both were at this point. "Anyway, he's ready to go, right?" He turned to look at the medic.

"Good to go. Just make sure you don't move your eyebrow so much. You may rip your stitches."

"Right, thanks." Roman already knew the process of stitches, having been a pro football player in his college years and some time in the NFL himself. "I think I can handle it from here."

"We grabbed your gear and put it out in the rental." Seth told him as Roman slipped off the table.

"Thanks."

Another day, another night, another show; it was all the same for him. That's all it ever was to him, to Roman it was another process to deal with. And the next day he would be heading to the gym again for the Friday Night SmackDown tapings. But the thing he wanted was to go to sleep for a week. At least for the night.

"Roman," he heard her say, calling his name.

Mallory stood in the hall, the show wasn't over and the divas still had their part in the show going on. Dean and Seth left him in the hall with the woman.

"Mallory," he said lowly as he allowed her to approach him.

"How's the eye?" She asked.

"It's going to swell for sure." He said as he saw her leaning to one side so that she could get a better look. "But I think it's going to be fine. I'm not in action for the Friday Night Smackdown taping tomorrow night."

"That's good. Um, you know that offer you and I discussed, the rain check?"

"Yeah."

"Well, I'm free tomorrow night. If you want to go out for that drink, well we can do it then."

"Great. Great, I'll see if I can get a few hours after that. Do you have your phone, so I can put my number in yours?"

"Um, yeah." She was hesitant, looking away from him and down at her feet as she fumbled for her phone. "I just don't like giving it out."

"Well, how about this way. You and I meet up in catering and then we can discuss it."

It was like seeing a river wash away dirt, her uncertainty washed away and was replaced with a brief look of relief. She smiled at him and nodded. That was enough for Roman to know that he had done the right thing.

"I like that idea. Thank you for not pushing the issue."

"Why would I push it? I mean you have a right to be protective of yourself around someone you don't know. So I'm going to play it your way."

Roman was sure that if there was a chance with her, then he would play it out to the bitter end. If he gets her, then that would be a win for him. As he watched her leave he felt a surge of emotion pool in his chest, making him stand straighter. Just knowing that she wanted to make sure he was okay was enough for him to know he had a chance.

"So, what happened?" Dean smirked at Roman when he had returned to their rental.

Even Seth was smirking as he was loading up his gear into the car.

"Nothing really. She was just making sure that I was okay."

"And…" Seth pressed.

"We'll be meeting up in the catering room tomorrow night to discuss what we'll be doing after the show."

"Since we have a week off, sure." Dean's smile grew bigger as he leaned against the car.

"You're just jealous," Roman stated as he hoisted his gear bag into the trunk of the car. "I actually have a chance with someone when neither of you do."

"Hey, I've just got out of a bad relationship." Seth held his hands up. "I don't want anything to do with chicks right now. And don't bring me into your bitch fights. Sorry, the two of you are like gossiping chicks that it looks more like a cat fight."

"That's what makes us best friends." Dean sneered as he slipped into the driver's seat.

Yeah, it sure did. Roman shook his head as he closed the trunk and then made his way to the front passenger seat.

"Why am I stuck in the back?" Seth grumbled as he slipped on his seat belt.

"Because you're the youngest and you're the shortest. And I don't want Roman kicking my ass." Dean responded putting the car in gear.

Well there is Chapter 2, and I hope you guys enjoyed it. The 3rd Chapter will be up in a day or so because I am really busy lately. See you there!