Hello, lovely readers!

Welcome back to Fraternize. Thank you all for the love it's been shown so far. I'm loving reading your reviews and it definitely spurs my writing on. So thank you all!

Tantoune – He has to be arrogant for now at least. He is a bad guy after all. But he'll eventually warm up and open up more as Lydia breaks the badness in him down.

SUKY87 – Glad to hear that

Bajor10 – There will be plenty more Seth and Lydia moments to come, don't you worry.

Raquel the writer – I'm so glad

Guest – Thank you! Seth has plenty more up his sleeve, both good things and bad things.

Seth Rollins babe – Thank you!

Beautifultragedyxxx – It's weird writing the bad guy as the love interest so for now he definitely has to be all over the place. He's not a nice person at this point but we know Lydia will eventually open him up and make him a warmer person

Guest1 – That's fine, it's not everyone's preference. There are plenty other stories out there where it's scripted and ureal.

This chapter is named after 'Savior' by 30 Seconds To Mars

Lydia Ambrose's Point Of View

By the time Raw ended it had been nothing short of magnificent!

This had been the first time I'd witnessed a live show before. Sure, I'd watched it on TV plenty of times but never in the flesh. It had been so exciting and lively and loud and electrifying. The atmosphere had been on fire and it was so easy to get absorbed in the feelings of the crowd and the show. Now I understood why people went to these sorts of things and now I understood why Dean loved doing what he did.

If it had been exciting for me in the crowd, it must be insane for those performing. To hear the cheers, the boos, the reaction of the fans... It would be addicting and I now understood why my cousin had come into this business in the first place.

But despite all the excitement and enjoyment I'd experienced tonight, there was one little negative, and that was how the show ended.

No matter how hard I tried, I could not forget the far off look on Roman's face as he lay in the ring beaten and bruised by a former friend, and I could not wipe from my memory the smug look on the face of Seth Rollins after he'd done it.

It was horrifying, it really was, especially to see someone you care for getting hurt in such a horrible way and knowing there was nothing you could do about it. If I had my way I'd have stormed that ring and knocked the disgusting look off that vile bastard's face, but where would that get me?

Erm… Nowhere!

I was a weakling for a start and there was no way in hell I'd be able to hurt him. I was sure a punch from my feeble fists would barely graze his skin. I doubt a slap would even connect! And even if I could, even if by some miracle I could hit him in a way that was effective, I was sure to be thrown out for attacking the talent and there would go my project washed right down the drain.

No, there was nothing anyone could have done. Seth had attacked Roman and that was that.

He had been kind enough to help me out in catering before the show, but I knew now that was just a façade. His true colours had been shown on the biggest stage of all, just as they had when he had turned on his brother's, and now I knew why Dean felt the way he did about his former friend.

It was now very easy to hate and despise Seth Rollins.

I watched as Roman was escorted from the ring by medics, knowing that Dean would no doubt be waiting for him backstage. Roman was my cousin's best friend and he would always be there for him through thick and thin… especially when the cause of the problem was their shared enemy.

Roman vacating the ring brought an end to the show and fans slowly began filing out, heading to the exit, ready to go home. Everyone seemed to move at once so I knew I would easily get swallowed up in the crowd. I was grateful that as they would be heading for the exits of the arena I'd be heading backstage, so I wouldn't have to follow the crowd for too long.

I'd put my backstage pass in my bag for safe keeping, so I pulled it out and held it tightly in my hand, ready for showing the security guard as I stood from my seat and began to follow everyone out. It was a tight squeeze, I had to admit, and several times I felt the breath knocked out of me as I took many bumps from people eager to leave. I managed to get out of the row of seats and headed up a staircase. But as I did I was knocked by a rather tall man with his son sat up on his shoulders.

"Ah!" I cried, my pass falling from my hand and tumbling on the floor.

Shit…

I tried to stop in order to search for the lost pass but there was no way it was going to happen. I was stuck in a current of moving people so no matter how hard I tried to fight against the movement of the group I was slowly being taken away from it.

That's not good…

I couldn't even go back to look for it, the crowds of people too vast for me to get through. It was lost and there was no way in hell I was getting it back.

Damn!

I ran a hand through my hair in frustration at the major fuck up I'd caused. All I knew was I needed to get to Dean to explain the situation and see if I could get another pass. He rarely had his cellphone on him after a match and I knew he'd be in the medic's office with Roman anyway. This meant he wouldn't answer it even if he did have it so I would need to see him face to face. It was the only option I really had. So once I'd managed to escape the crowd I walked briskly to the door that led me back stage, hoping I could try my luck and blag my way in. It was a long shot and it probably wouldn't work but it was all I had.

I was relieved to see that the security guard by the door was the same one who had let me into the arena with Dean earlier in the day so I prayed with all my heart that he'd recognise me and let me through. I decided to act casual rather than nervous so as not to bring attention to myself. I relaxed as I walked, ready to open the door and simply walk through.

A big arm blocked my way through.

"This entrance is for talent and employees only, miss," he said to me. "I'm going to need to see your pass. If not your nearest exit from the arena is down the corridor and to the left.

Fuck.

He didn't recognise me.

"I am an employee," I tried with a bright smile. "I was here this afternoon, you let me in, remember?"

"I'm sorry, miss, but I cannot let you in without a pass," he repeated.

"About that…" I said, shifting my weight from one leg to the other. "I lost it just now in the crowd and sadly couldn't go back for it. I have one, I swear. I just don't have it with me. Maybe you have a list I'm on. Lydia Ambrose?"

I tried to push forward again but his arm repelled me back.

"If you don't have a pass I'm afraid I cant let you through. I'm sorry."

I sighed in frustration. "This is ridiculous. You let me through literally hours ago! If I can just get my cousin, he can verify that-"

But I was cut off as a tall ginger gentleman approached security to flash his pass. I recognised him due to his involvement in the show earlier. His name was Sheamus. He showed the security guard his pass and the door was opened for him.

"So you let him through but not me?" I asked in annoyance.

Sheamus stopped walking to look me up and down. "The lady giving you issues, Dave?"

"Trying to get in without a pass," he told Sheamus. "Claims she lost it. You don't recognise her, do you?"

"Afraid not," said Sheamus.

"I was in here earlier," I explained to both of them. "I'm with Dean Ambrose, I'm his cousin. If you can just fetch him, he can verify all this for you."

Sheamus scoffed. "I doubt it, sweetheart. Ambrose never brings any family to these things. She's probably just another ring rat, Dave." He chuckled to himself and left through the door, my mouth agape as I watched it close behind him.

I wasn't an idiot, I knew what that phrase meant. How dare he! I was no fucking ring rat and I never would be. My jaw tensed as I looked back up at the security guard, my anger slowly building now.

"I swear to god I'm with Dean Ambrose," I said, my voice a little stern and louder than it had been before. "Go fetch him, he'll tell you."

"The door is closed, miss," he said, his arms folded. "No pass, no entry. Now leave before I fetch someone to escort you from the building." He gave me a look that told me there was no room left for argument.

What the fuck do I do now?

"Let her through," came a voice behind me, and my hands suddenly balled into fists at the sound as I rolled my eyes.

You have to be fucking kidding me!

I turned around to see none other than Seth fucking Rollins strolling casually towards me. He flashed his pass to indicate to Dave that he was allowed backstage. My eyes narrowed, wondering why he had to be here yet again. After what I'd seen him do to Roman in the ring, I wanted to be nowhere near this sick son of a bitch.

"She has no pass," Dave told him.

"It's fine," he smiled. "She's with me. You can let her through."

"She just said she was with Dean Ambrose," Dave accused, throwing a dirty look my way as if he thought I was lying.

"She's his cousin and I'm sure he's waiting for her," Seth said as he looked closely at Dave. "But if there's a problem I can always fetch Triple H to sort all this out."

His smirk was smug, and from the look on Dave's face, he didn't want the boss getting involved in this issue. He opened the door and moved aside for us, letting us through. Seth walked first and I quickly followed after him, eager to get through before Dave changed his mind.

The door was shut behind us and we walked through the corridor of the arena.

"I didn't need your help," I said as we walked. "I had it handled."

"Clearly," said Seth in an amused tone.

I folded my arms, annoyed that he'd shown up in the first place. Yes, I couldn't deny his words and light threats had gotten me where I needed to be, but it infuriated me that yet again Seth Rollins needed to show his sorry face and swoop in to save me. I didn't need him here and I hated him aiding me.

I didn't like the guy. I didn't like what he'd done to my cousin in the past, I didn't like what he'd done to my friend in the present, and I dreaded to think what he had planned for them both in the future. Seth was not an ally; he was a hateful enemy and someone I wanted nothing to do with.

It just sucked that I had to be in a situation where I had no choice but to accept the help he was offering.

"Well now that you've swooped in on your white horse and helped me, I can take it from here," I said. "You can go now."

He raised an eyebrow. "Calm down, sweetheart and get the stick out of your ass. I heard the shit Sheamus said to you just and I just want to make sure you got to your cousin safely."

"I can manage," I said.

"You mean like you managed to get backstage?" he asked. "By the way, a simple thank you will suffice for that."

"Fine. Thank you," I spat out before I turned and began walking to Dean's locker room. I groaned in annoyance as I heard his footsteps following behind me. I stopped and turned around to face him. "I just said you can go."

"And I said I'm not leaving until I know you're safely with your cousin," he said. "So you can keep walking by yourself if you don't want to be seen with me but I'm not leaving until you're at his locker room."

I glared at him but accepted defeat. The stubborn prick was going to follow me no matter what I said. At least if he was a few paces behind I wouldn't be accused of being with him and it wouldn't get Dean angry. Dean was a protective older cousin and if he saw me with his number one enemy he'd hit the roof. And the last thing I wanted was Dean involved in an altercation.

His footsteps always stayed at my pace and I would occasionally look behind me to see if he was still there. Sadly he was a man of his word and didn't leave me be.

"Being a stalker isn't a very attractive trait, you know," I said to him as we walked.

"And nor is being ungrateful and stuck up," he called from behind me.

I didn't get what his issue was or why he had to do this. I was a grown woman and highly capable of taking care of myself. I was 25 years old, for Christ sake! Yes, I was grateful that Seth had gotten me backstage, but the Sheamus thing was simply a fleeting comment. He wasn't exactly a threat, just like The Miz hadn't been a threat in catering. Seth was over reacting and I didn't understand why he was being this way.

I was Dean's cousin; surely I'd be the last person he gave a shit about.

"Listen," I said, about to turn around again to address him when another voice caught my attention.

"So the little ring rat managed to get back stage," laughed Sheamus. He was sitting on a crate with Bad News Barrett and Alberto Del Rio. "How did you manage that?"

I looked at him with furrowed eyebrows. "Excuse me?"

"Whose dick did you promise to suck in order to get back here?" he asked me. I turned to look at Seth who looked back at me in return, my eyes filled with worry and shock at what had just been said. He was far enough away from me that Sheamus and his pals were yet to see him. I quickly looked back to Sheamus.

"You're disgusting," I commented, my nostrils flared in disgust as if I'd just smelt something horrible. It was probably the sheen of nasty sweat all over his body.

"Was it Dave's?" he asked. "Poor guy is probably desperate for it. Will let any dirty ugly skank suck him off for a chance to get back here. You do look the sort to drop onto your knees for anyone."

His friends began to laugh around him and I had to admit, the words hurt. I didn't get what his issue was or why he felt the need to belittle me like he was, but his statement didn't sit well with me. It upset me, I wasn't afraid to admit it.

But I wasn't the only one it upset. Sheamus had obviously gone too far.

Within seconds Seth came out from his hiding spot and strode over to Sheamus. His face looked venomous, like he was ready to kill the guy.

He suddenly stood nose to nose with the Irishman, his eyes dark, his fists tense at his side. He looked intimidating, frightening, sinister.

My heart suddenly sank into my stomach as the sarcastic Seth who had been following me turned into the man I'd seen in the ring an hour earlier.

"You say one more fucking word to her or go one step near her again I'll Curb Stomp you so hard into the ground they'll need to use your dental records to identify your face. Am I clear?"

"Uh," stuttered Sheamus.

"I said, am I fucking clear?!"

Everyone in the corridor instantly went silent and the tension was able to be cut with a knife.

My eyes widened and I swallowed nervously as I looked at the two men in front of me. It had obviously been an unexpected interruption because Sheamus looked as if he had almost seen a ghost. His breathing was heavy and his eyes wanted to look anywhere other than Seth. The man was afraid, it was very easy to see.

But Seth stood his ground and did not falter once, keeping his angry façade and standing strong over the man who had just insulted me.

After what seemed a lifetime, Sheamus nodded his head in affirmation and took a tentative step back.

"Come on, guys," he said and he slowly walked away, his comrades following quickly after him.

I didn't say anything as Seth and I were left alone. In all honesty I didn't know what to say. The whole incident had been so unexpected and it had all happened so fast. I stayed glued to the spot, watching Sheamus until he was out of sight, my eyes eventually looking cautiously up at Seth.

He was still angry and his body was still stiff, his fists clenched so tightly at his side that his knuckles had gone white. I bit my lip, about to talk to him, but he spoke first.

"You should go," he said without emotion. "Your cousin's locker room is just there." He gestured with his head.

I didn't hesitate, I just moved. Seth didn't seem in the best mood right now and I wasn't about to test his resolve with a snarky comment.

"Thank you," I nodded, rushing off, giving him one last lingering look before I opened the locker room door and went inside.

I rested back on the closed door, my heart thumping so loudly I could hear it echoing in my ears. My mouth was dry, my head unable to comprehend why he saved me yet again. None of this made any sense, Seth Rollins didn't make any sense. How can one man do something as horrible as hurt my friend then save me from a big bully, all in the space of an hour?

I didn't understand, I didn't get it, and the whole thing was beginning to make my head hurt.

"There you are," said Dean, my mind suddenly refocusing on the room in front of me.

"Huh?"

I looked up to see Dean and Roman sitting there, both looking at me. I was thankful to see Roman was awake and alright, but I needed to act cool, calm and normal. "Where did you get to?"

"Little issue with security letting me through but it's all sorted now," I said, waving him off before he could question me any more. I looked to Roman. "You okay?"

"I'm good, baby girl," he smiled. "Nothing a good night's sleep won't fix."

"Did you enjoy the show?" Dean asked me as he packed his bag. He finished off the last few items and zipped the bag closed.

"I loved it," I grinned truthfully. "One of the most fun night's of my life. I have plenty to put in my article so far."

"Glad to hear it," he said, lifting his bag and swinging it onto his shoulder.

We soon left the arena and met Renee at Dean's parked car, all of us getting inside in order to drive to the hotel for the night.

I watched the city pass me by as the car drove, counting each lit up street light as we passed them.

My first night in WWE had been eventful to say the very least. It was a night filled excitement, fun, confusion and endless questions. I ran a hand through my hair, eager for some sleep. I was exhausted, both physically and emotionally and I wanted my bed more than anything.

I searched through my pocket for my phone in order to message my mum when my hands came across a soft foreign object. I pulled it out my pocket, surprised to find the napkin Seth had given me earlier, his phone number scribbled on it.

Earlier, I'd been more than happy to throw this away, but now I wasn't so sure.

I didn't know what to make of Seth Rollins. Whilst he had shown me his horrible evil side tonight, I couldn't easily forget the kindness and help he'd shown me with both Sheamus and getting me backstage. I wasn't sure why he was helping me and I wasn't sure of his motives.

Was he being a gentleman? Was he doing this just to get to Dean? Or was it all genuine?

I really wasn't sure, but it had me baffled.

He was an enigma, a puzzle, someone I genuinely couldn't read…

But perhaps talking to him could help me solve all this.

I knew it was stupid and I knew it was dangerous, but I wanted to call him and organise an interview. Dean would hit the roof if he ever found out so I knew I'd have to keep it secret. However the interview would not only help my article but it would help me figure this guy out.

If he truly was our enemy, I needed to be able to know how he worked and why he did the things he did. Perhaps I'd get answers out of him that Dean and Roman never could.

So I saved the number into my phone and began to type him a message.

Hi, Seth. It's Lydia. I was wondering if I could take you up on your offer this afternoon for an interview for my article. I've heard there's an Italian restaurant near our hotel call Bella Italia. I was wondering if you'd like to meet me there tomorrow night and answer a few questions. Would you be interested?

I hesitated for a moment but with a deep breath I hit the send button and continued to look back out of the window.

I received a reply within seconds.

I'll be there. 7 oclock. Seth

Again a huge thanks to Tantoune, SUKY87, Bajor10, Raquel the writer, Guest, Seth Rollins babe, beautifultragedyxxx and Guest1 for their reviews