Hi again guys and gals! Sorry it's taken SO damn long to get this one up, it took me a while to write myself out of the corner I'd gotten in to. Please don't forget to leave a review if you like the story, and please check out my other WWE fics! Thanks! Zelks xxx


Raw had come to a close and the superstars were on their way back to their hotels. Dean had asked Roman to take Ceridwen back to her hotel room. Roman saw the look in his friends eyes, and when asked not to let her out of his sight, he did so. Ceridwen's warning earlier that day not to do anything stupid fell on deaf ears as he hunted down Bray Wyatt. The man was waving off the others on his team as he put his bag in his trunk. As soon as he was alone, Dean pounced. He walked quickly up to the man, and as he turned, grabbed Bray by the shirt he worse and pinned him against the car.

"I don't know what the fuck you think you're playing at, Wyatt, but it ends now. You leave Infurnia the fuck alone." He snarled.

"At last, the White Knight appears! I did wonder how long she was going to keep our little affair a secret." He said, a smile on his face despite the look on Dean's face that clearly said he was about to kill the man.

"Affair? You deluded fuck, you're stalking my friend." He snarled.

"Friend, Ambrose? Friend? Of course you know how she feels about you then? And I can see it now. I can see you feel the same way about her." Bray laughed as Dean punched the man in the face. He'd been caught off guard by this statement, but it was enough for Bray to see he was right, and Dean realised in that moment he was pissed not just because it was his friend, but because he cared for her too. "I'm right aren't I? The Lunatic Fringe is in love with Infurnia…and she has no idea!"

"You goddamn snake, Leave. Her. Alone." Dean pulled the man away from the car, and slammed him back in to it with every ounce of strength he could muster.

"And I will, when I'm done. I'm going to have her, one way or the other, Ambrose, remember that. I'll have her, and you'll never get to."

"Touch her again, hell, go anywhere near her, and I will smash your fucking face in." Dean said, summoning every ounce of malice in his body. He slammed the man against the car once more, before walking off. He had barely made it to his own car when Bray pulled up in front of him.

"Give her a kiss from me, Dean. And this, as a gesture of good will. I don't want to hurt her, after all." He threw something at Dean, which Dean caught, and laughed in an almost maniacal way as he peeled out of the car park. Dean looked down at the item in his hands, which turned out to be Ceridwen's hoody. Dean slammed a fist on the roof of his car. If he didn't murder the man, it would be a miracle.

Dean took a few minutes to decompress, at least decompress as best he could, before he started to drive. He didn't want to admit it, but the asshole was right. Bray Wyatt read him like a damn book, and he knew how he felt about Ceridwen. He probably knew how Ceridwen felt about Dean. Which meant he was going to use it against the pair of them. He slammed his hands against the car steering wheel, making the horn sound from the impact. He'd have to convince her to go to the police if she wouldn't file a restraining order. The police would take care of the matter.

He got back to the hotel room he was sharing with Ceridwen to find her pacing the floor so hard, he could swear there was a hole in it. Roman nodded to Dean, and Dean gave him the look that said the issue was private, so he left them to it.

"Hey." He managed as she looked up at him, and ran over, holding him to her. She then realised he had her hoody in his hands.

"Dean Ambrose what the fuck have you done?" She asked, incredulously as she took it from him. He gave her an awkward grimace as she held up the hoody to inspect for damage, and began to ruffle through the pockets.

"He thinks you two are having some kind of affair." Dean said as she pulled something from the pocket. It was a small folded envelope with a note in it, which Ceridwen passed to Dean, saying she couldn't read it. Dean read it for her, but wished he hadn't.

"It's that bad?" She asked as Dean ripped it to pieces and threw it in the hotel trash can.

"Let's just say he's lost his marbles, and I intend to do something about it." Ceridwen put a hand on his arm.

"I don't want you to do anything, he will hurt you to hurt me." She replied, looking him in the eyes.

"Then we'll go to the police."

"No, I can't." She looked at the floor as she spoke. Dean tried again to make her see reason.

" Ceri, you have to see how serious this is, we really should go to the police."

"I already did." Ceridwen walked over to the window, looking out at the cold night. "They didn't believe me." Dean felt himself frown, and his heart plummet several storeys down to ground level, and bungee back up in an alarming fashion.

"What do you mean you already did? There's more you haven't told me?" He asked, walking over to join her. "Please, Ceridwen tell me."

Dean ended up ordering pizza for them both, and sat, mostly listening as she told him how twice, she went to the police, in two different places, to try get something done. She laid out his constant attentions, his gifts and notes when she had said no, his constant presence. Every single thing he'd done. Her fears were dismissed. His constant presence? "Well, he does work in the same place as you, of course he's going to be there." Constant asking for a date? She was told just to give him a chance and once he'd had his date he'd leave her alone. Everything she had on him was dismissed as her over reacting to his advances, or that he was going to be there because he worked with her, and that "You superstar types always have someone tagging along, whats the difference?" Dean found himself on the verge of committing murder several times over as Ceridwen explained everything to him.

"What if I can get him to back off?" He asked. Ceridwen sniffed as she wiped an eye free of tears.

"How? How would you do that?"

"Well…TLC is coming up…hear me out Ceri…" Dean faltered as she fixed him with a glare.

"Dean, NO."

"He'd agree…you know he would."

"And if you lost?!"

"I won't lose." Dean said confidently. "You know how much I love these matches."

"You don't know what you're up against." Ceridwen said, grabbing Dean by the hand. "He's terrifying."

"He's not scary to me in the same way he's scary to you. So he has no hold over me." Dean said, putting his hand over hers. He gave it a reassuring squeeze. "It will be ok. I'll get him off your back." Ceridwen fixed him with the look that clearly said she hoped he knew what he was doing, and Dean smiled back at her. Privately, he hoped he knew what he was doing too.


The next day, Dean had made sure she was safe in the girls locker rooms, with a promise to come get her as soon as she called to say she was ready. As soon as the door closed, he headed to find Triple H. If anyone had the clout to get this kind of match, it was him. And Dean was willing to bet that given the history the pair had, he'd be pretty much assured the match up. He reached the door and knocked politely, and was told to enter. Hunter looked tired and was sipping a coffee.

"Morning Boss." Dean smiled.

"Morning Ambrose. You look like you could do with a cup yourself." Hunter gestured to a cafetiere with what looked like fresh coffee. Dean thanked him and poured himself a cup, before sitting with the COO.

"So, what brings you to my office?" asked Hunter.

"Well, it's like this. What's the chances of me taking on Bray Wyatt at TLC?" He asked as Hunter paused halfway to bringing his mug to his lips.

"Does this involve Infurnia?"

"Wha…how did you…." Dean stammered as the knowing look the man gave him dissolved in to one that said he'd known it all along.

"Dean. I've been in this game a hell of a long time. I've seen two guys infatuated over the same girl before. Matt and Edge with Lita. Me and Kurt Angle with Steph. I've seen it all." He said, with the air of an elderly scholar who'd seen the same events several times over. "What's the situation between you three?"

"I…well…" Dean felt himself growing hot under the collar. "I'm not sure I can tell you one hundred percent, Hunter. Not my place to say." He said delicately. He didn't think it was his place to tell the COO what Ceridwen was going through, friend or not. Hunter nodded sagely before continueing.

"Ok. Who has her heart at the moment?"

"Neither of us."

"So it's a fight to win it?"

"A fight to make him stop." Dean said. Hunter set his mug down after draining it of his last few drops of coffee.

"His attentions are unwanted I take it?" He asked. Dean nodded.

"The stakes I'm going to offer are that if I win, he has to leave her alone." He said, setting down his own mug. He realiused he'd been cradling it for no reason other than something to do with his hands.

"He gets nothing for winning?" Hunter asked.

"Ceridwen would never agree to letting him have so much as a "Fuck you" from her." Dean replied. "And she doesn't know I've decided to go ahead and ask." There was a moments silence as Hunter thought the matter over.

"Alright, Dean. You have your match. I hope, for yours and her sakes, this sorts whatever else is going on with the three of you. If not, well, come see me again and bring Ceridwen with you. I'll do what I can to help."


Dean managed to collar Bray Wyatt later that night as they passed between fights. Dean was heading to the ring as Bray was coming from it with Randy Orton. Dean grabbed Wyatt by the arm and pulled him aside.

"I don't know what kind of game you think you're playing, but if you like games, here's one for you. TLC. You and I have a match." Dean said, holding back every inch of himself that wanted to punch Bray squarely in the face.

"Oh we do? Sounds interesting. And I'm guessing you want to put Infurnia on the line…if you win, I have to leave her alone?"

"You got it."

"Alright, Ambrose. I'll play your game. But just so you know, even if you do win, I'm not going to completely leave her alone."

"You will. And I have Hunters backing to make you." Dean said, playing his card carefully. The colour drained momentarily from Bray's face as he looked Dean dead in the eyes.

"You wouldn't…you haven't…"

"Oh, no, I haven't. Not yet. But he's got a good idea of what's going on. I win this, and you leave her the fuck alone. You win, I won't get Hunter involved. At least, not yet."

"Well, the white Knight delivers, I can see. You protect your princess, Ambrose. She won't be your princess before long." And with that parting shot, Bray walked off down the corridor towards the medical bay, leaving Dean with an overwhelming urge to decapitate the man with a nearby brush in his wake.