A/N: Hello again, fellow wrestling fans!

I'm not too sure how often I'll be updating from now on as when I'm not drawing, I choose either between writing and animating to do. As it's a day until October, I'm going to be focusing on animating a bit more as I will be using creepier songs in celebration of Halloween (I post these on my YouTube, Skia Wolf). I hope that you understand!

I will still be writing though, of course. Especially with this one, as I enjoy writing it so much. Anyway, I hope you enjoy the chapter!


Hostage

Chapter Three – Authority


Dean was already up and dressed again that morning when Seth exited his room. He was, yet again, making breakfast. This time, he was making eggs. Seth didn't even realise he would cook at this time.

"Morning again, sunshine," Dean grinned. "Sleep alright?"

"Yeah, it was okay," said Seth, sitting down. "I'm still shocked that you shot that guy in the shoulder."

"I would have shot him in his chest if I was closer. I hate him with a passion."

"Do you think he'll be alright?"

"Oh, of course. It was just his shoulder – he would have had someone remove the bullet, probably Kane or some smart guy called Sandow since their best person at medical shit joined us half a year ago. A guy like Lesnar won't spend long at all recovering."

"Have you ever been shot?" Seth asked curiously. It really wouldn't surprise him if he learnt that Dean had been on his feet the next day after getting shot in the leg. However, he shook his head.

"Nah, not me. I've always done the shooting. Roman has been shot though – right in his side. Stung like a bitch, apparently. He was out of action for a while, naturally. Want some of these?"

Seth was confused for a moment as he had been distracted by the thought of guns, before realising Dean was talking about the eggs.

"Um, sure," he replied. "Just on their own, though. I'm not that hungry."

"It's no wonder you're so small – you don't eat even half of what I do, sometimes," Dean said, putting some of the eggs on his plate of toast, the others on Seth's plate. "Water again?"

"Yeah, that's fine," said Seth. Dean nodded, put the two plates down on the coffee table, and grabbed a bottle of water and his own mug of coffee.

"It doesn't feel like you're even a hostage, you know," Dean said after a few minutes of them eating. "It feels like you're just a friend or something. You're certainly not acting scared anymore."

"Well... I'm not," said Seth, putting down his plate. "I was, but... I guess I'm just calm now."

"It's my charm, I can tell."

Seth laughed, and looked down at his hands awkwardly.

"I was just wondering if..." he started, looking embarrassed.

"If...?" Dean said, smirking.

"If, well, obviously I don't have any of my clothes and things and..."

"Oh, I get you," Dean laughed. He put down his empty plate, and got up off the sofa. "Give me a second."

Seth nodded, and while Dean was in his room, he decided to put the plates in the sink. For some reason, he felt like he had to be at least a little polite, even though it wasn't his choice that he was even here in the first place.

"Well, aren't you acting kind?" Dean laughed when he walked into the room. He threw a few pieces of clothing at Seth. "Right, I found a really old pair of jeans which should be small enough to fit you, though I've got a belt there just in case, and some underwear – don't worry, I'm not a slob. They're old, but they're clean. I got another t-shirt for you as well."

"Um... Thank you," Seth smiled. Like the previous day, Dean simply shrugged.

"Don't mention it," he said. "If you want to have a shower as well, feel free."

"You don't mind?" Seth asked.

"Nah, why would I? Just don't take too long. I've even got a spare tooth brush if you want to brush your teeth as well."

"That'd be appreciated," Seth nodded.

"Go ahead," Dean said, and began to wash the dishes in the sink. Seth took this moment to head into the bathroom.

He undressed himself and stepped into the shower. He sighed as the water hit him – it felt so lovely to feel the hot water again, even if it was in a criminal's bathroom. He only stayed in there for a few minutes, however, as he didn't want to waste Dean's hot water. He laughed out loud when he put on Dean's old jeans and he still had to wear a belt, despite them seeming like they were a couple of years old. He put on Dean's t-shirt and hoodie, and began to brush his teeth, which was another lovely feeling. He would never take advantage of something so small ever again.

He walked back into the living area, the previous clothes he had been wearing in his arms.

"Where should I put these?" he asked. Dean thought for a moment, before pointing at the armchair.

"Just put them down there; I'll put them in the wash later."

Seth nodded and placed them on the chair before sitting back down on the sofa. Dean was about to join him, but stopped when his phone started ringing.

"Wow, two morning calls in a row," Dean chuckled once he had answered the call. "I feel very flattered."

Dean's expression quickly grew from amused to serious as he focused on what Roman was saying.

"Wait, they have been? Have they found any of us, yet?"

Seth watched as he paced up and down the room, concerned.

"Wait, you're not serious?" Dean said, stopping. "You can't be serious. I've been careful, Roman, you know I have. "

Seth's body froze when Dean said those words.

"What's going on?" he asked worriedly, but Dean didn't answer.

"We're getting out of here now," Dean said, and ended the call. He reached out for his gun, and grabbed Seth's hand.

"What are you doing?" Seth asked as Dean pulled him out of the apartment. "Shouldn't you lock-"

"There's no time for that," Dean said, still not letting go of Seth's hand as he hurriedly walked down the stairs. "AJ got into those plans – it turns out they've been trying to discover where we live. Guess who's first on their discovery list."

"But how-"

"I don't know, I seriously don't. But we're getting out of here before they get here."

Dean quickly brought Seth to the back exit, and nodded towards an alleyway.

"If we go down that way, we should be able to get to the car without being seen by-"

He was interrupted by a gunshot fired close by. Seth cried out in shock, and turned to find three men – one of which he recognised as Kane – further down the street.

"Shit, come on!" Dean said, shooting a couple of bullets down at the Authority members before grabbing Seth's hand once more and started running down the alleyway, his rivals running after them not far behind. They fired a couple of more wild gunshots – one of which hit their targets.

Seth screamed out in pain as the bullet was shot into his leg, making him fall to the ground.

"Fuck, SETH!" Dean shouted. He aimed his gun at Kane and shot a bullet into his stomach, making the other two men stop and crouch down beside their fallen member to see if he was alright – Kane was, after all, one of the most helpful members of the gang.

"Come on, we've got to get you out of here," Dean said. He took off his t-shirt, rolled up Seth's trousers, and tied it around the wound in Seth's leg before lifting him up in both arms.

"I-It hurts... It really h-hurts..." Seth panted, his eyes drooping. His head fell against Dean's chest as he breathed heavily, tears of pain starting to fall down his cheeks.

"I know, I know..." Dean murmured, and walked as fast as he could to his car. He gently placed Seth in the backseat, and quickly scanned the area before he got into the driver's seat and began to make his way back to the base, his phone dialling Roman's number as he did so. "I need Vickie as soon as we get there! They bloody came after us as we left the building, and Seth got hit in the leg."

He glanced back at Seth worriedly, hoping that the boy had fallen unconscious just so that he didn't have to feel the pain – but he was still awake, with sweat now trickling down his forehead.

"I don't know how deep the bullet is, no," Dean said. "But please, just make sure she's ready for us when we get there, alright? I need someone there to let us in too; I'm not typing out the fucking password while I have Seth in my arms with a bullet in his leg... Okay, thanks Roman."

He ended the call, sighing deeply. Luckily, he had soon arrived at the back of the building. He quickly jumped out and opened one of the back doors to pick up Seth once more.

"Where... W-Where..."

"It's alright, you're going to get help," Dean murmured as he walked as fast as he could without jolting Seth's leg. He was relieved to see that Brie was standing by the door, holding it open.

"Oh God," Brie gasped as she followed Dean and Seth into the building, shutting the door behind her.

"Dean, put him down over here!" Roman called, gesturing to the table. Dean gently placed Seth down, looking at Vickie, who was standing by them, frantically.

"Vickie, please, you've got to get that bullet out," he said.

"I will try – you really should have taken him to the hospital..."she said as she began to untie Dean's t-shirt from around Seth's leg, which was already completely stained with blood.

"Oh, yeah, that would work brilliantly. 'Oh, how he got shot, you ask? Well, I'm in a gang, and our rivals found where I lived and ending up shooting Seth, the hostage who I was supposed to be protecting...'"

Dean stopped, breathing heavily. Roman put a hand on his shoulder, sighing.

"Look, it's not your fault. Vickie is a pro at this – she managed to help me. He'll be fine."

"He will be if I can get to that bullet as soon as possible so I can stop the blood," Vickie said. "Give him that rag to bite on to – this is going to be very painful."

Dean nodded and bent down by Seth, grabbing the rag.

"You're going to have to bite into this, alright?" he said. Seth nodded slowly and bit into it, looking at Dean in worry.

"Alright, the sooner I get this done, the better. Luckily, it hasn't hit anything vital," Vickie said. "Roman, when I tell you to, I need you to apply pressure to his leg with that shirt to stop the bleeding, alright? It'll hurt, but it needs to be done."

"Of course," said Roman, grabbing Dean's t-shirt. Vickie pulled out a penknife, and Seth's eyes widened in horror as he shook his head.

"I don't have anything else to get the bullet out with," she sighed. "I've done this before. It needs to come out, unless you want to lose your whole leg."

Seth nodded, and pain flared up through his leg as the knife entered the wound. He squeezed his eyes shut and bit down into the rag roughly. Dean winced and brushed back Seth's hair softly in comfort.

"It's alright, it's alright..." Dean murmured as he planted a small kiss on the boy's forehead. Without warning, in one smooth and swift motion, Vickie dug the knife in slightly deeper and pulled it out just as quickly.

"Now, Roman!"

The man quickly pressed the shirt against the wound, as Vickie picked up the bullet from the table, smiling.

"There we are," she said, holding it up. "After Roman's pressed that against it for a couple of minutes, we just need to stitch you up and we're done."

"Fucking hell, he's passed out!" Dean said. "Is he alright?"

"He will be – it was probably from the shock of the pain," said Vickie. "It doesn't surprise me; he's most likely never felt that much pain before. At least I can clean him up and stitch the wound while he is unconscious, now."

She set to work straight away, making the most out of the opportunity. She wiped away the blood on his leg, and started to put a sewing needle through the skin. She was finished minutes later, and Dean was surprised at how quickly and neatly she managed to make it.

"There we go, he should be fine soon enough," she smiled. "He will have to be on crutches for a while, but he'll heal."

"Thank you so much, Vickie," Dean said, sighing in relief. "I was worried it might have hit something vital."

"No, he'll be alright," she said. Dean nodded gratefully, and smiled when he saw that Seth was waking up.

"Hey there, princess," he said.

"Did I... Pass out?" Seth asked, rubbing his neck.

"Uh-huh, but you're fine now. Well, you're going to be on crutches for a while but nothing worse than that," he sighed, helping Seth sit up on the table. "We need to take you back home."

"Wait, what?" said Roman, turning to him.

"You heard me. I promised him that I wouldn't get him hurt, and what happens? He gets shot in the fucking leg."

"We can't contact his parents yet, they probably still think he just ran away-"

"Well, then we take him back there ourselves, make up some story about how he got hurt and that we were looking after him, or some shit like that. I don't give a fuck about money anymore. We'll give it a couple of days, let the worst of it heal, and then take him back. He never asked for this – and I'm not going to make him stay if he's going to end up getting hurt like that."

They were silent for a few moments, before Roman sighed and nodded.

"If that's what you want, then fine. You can both stay at my house until then," he said. Dean was only ever this serious about something he cared a lot about, and Roman knew that it was pointless trying to argue – but he did know where Dean was coming from. "We don't have any crutches here but I have some at my house. I'm sure you don't mind carrying him there, do you?"

"Nah, course not," said Dean, the smirk returning to his face. "He's lighter than a sixteen-year-girl."

"I'm not that light," Seth mumbled, and Dean laughed.

"No, you're not. Like I said – you're lighter."

"I think the poor guy has had more teasing off you than he has had in his whole life," Roman chuckled. "Who were the ones that attacked you, anyway?"

"Rowan, Harper, and Kane – who I shot in the stomach, by the way."

"Wait, you got Kane?" Roman asked. "Why didn't you tell us sooner?"

"I was a bit distracted by the bullet in Seth's leg, in all honesty."

"Right, of course. But Dean, you've shot two of their big guys now, you do realise. They're seriously not going to be pleased with you after that."

"Oh yeah, because in both situations, I would have done nothing. Just let Brie get shot, and then either get myself shot or get Seth shot again."

"I know, I know. It's just a bit of a worry, that's all."

"Look, you said yourself that we are ahead of the Authority, so it's fine," Dean shrugged. "Sure, they found out where I live, but we know where their base is."

"They're going to try and move themselves once they see that we stole their plans," Roman replied, sighing. "Which they've probably already noticed."

"Come on, they can't just pack up all their things in an hour and find a new place! Lighten up already. What time is it, anyway?"

"Just gone past eleven," said Roman. "It's still too early for me to leave here, but I'd rather get Seth to my place while the Authority is still dealing with Kane. AJ, would you mind staying here for the day? We weren't going to do that much anyway."

"No, of course not," AJ smiled.

"Alright, thank you. Come on, let's get going. Don't forget your boyfriend, Dean."

"B-Boyfriend?"

"He's kidding, princess," Dean laughed, picking him up. "Lead the way then, Rome."

The three of them were soon in the car – with Dean in the passenger seat, Seth in the back, and with Roman naturally driving.

"It's a bit of a longer drive to my house than Dean's apartment," said Roman. "It's about thirty minutes away from here. It's no wonder the Authority haven't discovered where I live yet."

"Unlike me," Dean sighed, brushing his hair off his forehead. "I guess I'm going to have to get my things from there soon, though I'll have to be careful."

"We'll send someone else instead of you," said Roman. "If we send someone they're not entirely used to, and they're hanging around the area, they probably won't give them a second glance. But if it was you, then it's not going to end well."

"I'm glad you care about me so much. I feel loved."

"I'm being serious, Dean. You can't go back there now. It's far too dangerous."

"I know, Rome, relax. I don't care about that place anyway. I'll find somewhere else."

The rest of the car journey was silent, but only because the three of them were distracted by their own thoughts. Roman was concerned over the Authority's slow, but sure progression of finding where each of the members lived and harming them after what had happened to Seth. Dean was concerned himself over the situation – though of course, he didn't show it. He found it worrying that despite his carefulness and caution, the Authority still had managed to find where he lived. It would be best for him to find somewhere to live that wasn't so close to both their base and the Authority's – he had questioned if it was a good idea from the start, and now he could see that it clearly wasn't.

As for Seth, he wasn't very worried. If they were this far away from the area, then they would almost certainly be safe.

Soon enough, they had arrived at Roman's house. It wasn't as big as the houses were on the street Seth lived on, but was still a fairly decent size. It made Seth wonder why Roman was able to live in a very pleasant looking house like this one, and yet Dean had only been able to rent a smaller apartment. He didn't ask, however, considering it would have seemed rude.

Dean opened the car door and picked up Seth in his arms before Roman locked it. They walked up to the house behind Roman, who unlocked the door and laughed once he had entered.

"Down, Heidi, down!"

Seth was expecting to see some sort of large dog breed, and was fairly surprised to see a small white terrier by Roman's feet. Dean noticed this and chuckled at Seth's expression.

"Roman adores small dogs."

"I'm not even going to try and deny it," Roman laughed as he picked up the small dog. "Come on, I've only been gone a few hours. There's no need to be this excited."

"Rome, haven't you forgotten something?" said Dean. Roman looked over at him, and then at Seth.

"Oh yeah, shit. I'll go and get them now," he replied, before he walked up the stairs.

"We'll just wait for him in the living room," said Dean, heading over to a room which was nicely decorated. He placed Seth down on the sofa, and sat down next to him.

"Sorry about all the carrying," said Seth.

"Come on, there's no need to say sorry. I've lifted weights that are heavier than you. Besides, it's my fault you got shot in the first place. It's the least I can do."

"It's not your fault," he replied softly, looking down at his hands. "I mean, it's not like you didn't try to get us out of there without them seeing us. It's not like you made them shoot me or anything, so don't blame yourself."

"I just didn't want you getting hurt, and then you get shot in the leg," Dean sighed. "How is your leg now, anyway?"

"It hurts, a lot," Seth admitted. "But not as much as it did before. Vickie was amazing."

"Yeah, she's the best," he grinned. "It's a good job she left the Authority to join us."

"It is," said Seth. He looked over at a photograph on the coffee table in front of them of a very pretty woman with curly brown hair. "Who is she?"

"Oh, that's..." Dean's words drifted off, as though it was something which he didn't feel right to talk about.

"That's Galina."

Both Seth and Dean looked up at Roman, who was standing in the doorway with a pair of crutches in his hand.

"She was my partner," he continued. "Was one of the best people who ever came into my life."

"What happened to her?" Seth asked in a quiet voice. Roman sighed and walked over to sit in an armchair by the sofa.

"They shot her," he said, closing his eyes. "It was a couple of years ago, when they had ambushed us in our old base. There weren't a huge amount of serious injuries – but one bullet was shot right through her chest. That was the last day we were even going to stay with the gang. We had just found out she was pregnant and as we had a house, this house, and as it's pretty far away from everyone back there we thought we would be able to just leave it all behind, and start life as a family. Everyone was supportive, but... Then it happened. Now I'm not going to stop until we've taken the Authority down. Every single crime we do to get money is just so we can get enough weapons, and have enough to stop them."

"I'm so sorry about your loss," Seth whispered, and now was able to see the reason why Roman was so determined to stop them.

"It's alright," Roman smiled. "As long as we can put a stop to them, I will be happy."


Erick Rowan and Luke Harper burst into their base, holding onto an unconscious Kane bleeding heavily from his stomach, through the shirt tied around the wound. Stephanie McMahon ran over with her husband Hunter, a shocked and worried expression on her face.

"How did this happen?" she cried. "SANDOW, come over here!"

"It was Ambrose," said Rowan as he and Harper laid down Kane on a table. "He shot Kane as he was escaping. We didn't follow him because we were more focused on getting Kane back here."

"I don't care about you not following him, I just care about keeping Kane alive," she said, looking at Sandow. "Damien, you have to get that bullet out, alright? I can't lose him, not with how far we're getting."

"I know, I will try," he said, inspecting the wound. "I should be able to do this, though I need complete silence so I will be able to concentrate properly."

"Just do it!" Stephanie said agitated, putting her head in her hand. "First it was Brock, now Kane. I'm going to fucking kill that Ambrose."

"There is some good news, however," said Harper.

"It better be something that's actually good," said Hunter. "All we've got now is them believing that building is our actual base and those plans were important. Oh, and we know where Ambrose lives, or used to live now, anyway. We can't do anything with this if our best guys are going to all end up injured."

"No, you're going to be happy with this," Rowan said.

"Fine, let's hear it," Stephanie sighed, crossing her arms.

"You're not going to hear it around me! I need to concentrate on this!" Sandow said.

"Fine, we'll go over there if it helps, just don't let him die on us," she replied, walking over to the other side of the room with the others. "Right, what is it?"

"There was this boy with Ambrose," said Rowan. "He looked about sixteen, or something like that."

"And?" Hunter sighed.

"Ambrose seemed fairly protective of him," Harper explained. "Whether this guy is a hostage, a new member, or he's picked himself up a new person to sleep with, he seems important."

"If you're sure about this guy being of some importance, then this might be the best way of getting Dean to spill where their base is, or even this guy himself," said Stephanie, smiling slightly. "Did you manage to pick up a name?"

"He's called Seth," said Rowan. "Kane shot him in the leg, and Ambrose shouted that name."

"Seth... Why does that name seem so familiar?" Hunter asked. He pulled out his phone, and the others looked at him silently for a minute before a wide grin grew on his face. "Ah, I remember."

"What is it?" Stephanie asked, looking at his phone.

"He must be this guy that's been missing about an hour away from here," he said, showing her the news report. "Looks like they've managed to get themselves a hostage on one of their travels. Is this what the boy looked like?"

Rowan and Harper inspected the picture on the screen, and both nodded.

"Yeah, that seems like him – he even had that blonde side of hair," said Rowan.

"Oh, this is perfect," Stephanie said. The others followed her as she walked over to Bray Wyatt, sat with a computer. "Whatever you're doing, stop. I need you to look up Seth Rollins."

"That missing teenager? Why?" asked Wyatt.

"Because it looks like this missing teenager is in the hands of Justice," Stephanie smiled. "Have a look; see how much he could be worth."

Bray nodded and a few minutes later, was smirking.

"He comes from a pretty rich place, it seems. His mother is a doctor and his father runs his own business. Seems like they'd pay a high price."

"Damn, it's no wonder Ambrose was so protective," Hunter grinned.

"But we might not even be able to get our hands on this guy," said Harper. "He is, after all, with Ambrose, and they're obviously not going to go back to that apartment. He's probably going to be even more protective of him now that he's ended up getting shot."

"That's true, but we already know how much they try to keep their hostages away from us," said Stephanie. "They're probably going to end up driving back with Rollins – either to get the money from his parents far away from us, or even to simply return him home. It's what they are like."

"But even if they do that, how do we know when they'd leave and which way they'd get there?" Rowan asked, frowning.

"We don't know when exactly they'd leave, but it will probably be over the next couple of days, I can imagine. They wouldn't just wait, there isn't any point. As for the journey, they can take as many shortcuts and roads out of the way as they want, but they're eventually going to have only one road to stick to if they're going to take Rollins back to his town."

"So if we have a few people waiting there over the next few days, then we should be able to stop them," Hunter added, smiling.

"This is our chance!" Stephanie said. "As soon as Damien is done with Kane, get everyone around. We have a plan to discuss."


A/N: You didn't think it was all going to be sweet protective Dean and that's it, did you? Nah, of course I wouldn't just write that. *evil chuckle*

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Anyway, thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed the chapter!