Disclaimer: I own none of the WWE Superstars or Divas in this story. Only the OC Characters and the story idea.

A/N: Apologies for the delay! But thank you for all the lovely reviews and for the wait, I've got quite a long chapter for you all! Enjoy!

10th September, 2013

The shrill ringing of her phone woke up Chloe Palmer early the morning after the birthday celebrations at the club. With a groan, she rolled over, reaching blindly for her phone that was on the bedside table. She glared at the offending object, sliding it open to answer, "Hello?"

"Hey Sunshine."

Chloe sat up, recognising that drawl anywhere, and she glanced at the clock, wondering why Dean Ambrose was calling her this early. Last she had seen him, he was helping an intoxicated Seth Rollins into a cab and heading off to the hotel, "Dean, what's wrong?"

"Have you got anything for vomiting?"

Chloe frowned, "You didn't drink that much last night."

"It's not for me."

It dawned on Chloe who the medication was actually for and she sighed, tossing the covers to the side as she got out of her bed. Her bare feet softly padded across the carpet to her bag and she rummaged through it, her phone tucked between her ear and her shoulder, "How sick is he?"

Dean grunted, "He's been throwing up every hour since we left last night. We have the Smackdown taping tonight and I don't particularly want to drive for four hours with him needing to puke every so often."

The dark haired medic sighed, "Alright, I've got some stuff and I'll grab something else from the pharmacy across the road. I'll be there in a few minutes."

"Thanks, Chlo'."

Chloe tossed the phone onto the bed, shaking her head at the situation. Seeing Seth break down last night had rattled her and she knew that he had drunk a fair bit, especially since she could smell it on his breath when he came to confront her in the club. As much as he had angered her in the past, she knew that she had to help him, especially since Dean had asked. Grabbing her clothes, she quickly changed, and prayed that even in his sick state, she would be able to deal with Seth Rollins.

"What the hell are you doing?"

Roman Reigns looked towards his hotel room door with a sheepish look on his face, a deodarant can in hand. He caught sight of an incredulous Chloe Palmer as she stood beside Dean. She'd entered the hotel room shared by the men to find Roman spraying almost the entire contents of the deodarant can over a trash can. He gestured to the can like it was obvious, "It stinks!"

Chloe raised an eyebrow, "It's a bin. It's supposed to stink."

"It's not supposed to be filled with Rollin's vomit."

She looked horrified and tried to contain the urge to dry retch that seemed to overwhelm her, "Carry on." She looked at Dean, "Now where is he?"

He gestured towards the bathroom, "He hasn't moved since the bin got too full."

Chloe wrinkled her nose in disgust and pushed open the door quietly, her other hand clasped tightly around a plastic bag of medicine for the young wrestler. Her eyes caught sight of the two toned man, his arms folded against the toilet seat with his head resting on top of them. She glanced back at Dean, who was leaning against the door, grateful that he was going to stay and make sure Seth behaved. She knelt down next to him, reaching a hand forward to push gently against his shoulder, "Rollins. Rollins, you need to wake up. I've got some stuff to make you feel better."

There was a groan from him and he opened his eyes, a frown marring his features once he caught sight of Chloe, "What do you want?"

"I'm here to give you some medicine. Here, take these."

He tilted his head to rest on its side against his arms, his brow still furrowed, "Why are you helping me?"

Chloe barely glanced up as she rummaged through the bag to find him the tablets, "I took an oath. No matter how much of an asshole you are, I will always help."

Silence descended upon the pair and her eyes lifted to see if Seth had passed out on her. Not to her surprise, his eyes were closed as he rested against the toilet seat. She sighed, reaching a hand out to shake his shoulder to wake him up. He swatted her with his hand and she rolled her eyes, tossing the contents of the bag loudly onto the floor. With a groan, he lifted his head and nodded his head towards the tablets, "What are they?"

"It will help with the nausea. Take two every two to four hours depending on how you are feeling." She paused, glancing slightly horrified at the toilet bowl, "I take it you haven't eaten anything?"

"No shit, I haven't eaten anything."

Even in his exhausted and feverish state, Rollins didn't fail to be bitchy towards her. She rolled her eyes and pulled out a bottle of Hydralyte, "This will help you. Have a glass of this every hour or so until you feel you can eat something. Try to not eat heavy things. Keep it to dry toast-"

"I've had a hangover before, relax Doc."

Chloe shut her eyes tightly, her fingers reaching up to press against the bridge of her nose. She was wrong. It definitely was too early to be dealing with Seth Rollins, hungover or not. She sighed angrily, standing up quickly to move away from the young man hunched over the toilet, "You know what? I take it back. I'm not helping you anymore. I had an ounce of sympathy for you when you were crying your eyes out but right now, I couldn't care less if you threw up your liver. Grow up, Seth." She was grateful that Dean didn't try and stop her as she stormed her way out. The last thing she needed to hear was him apologising for his friend's actions.

As Chloe disappeared from the hotel room, Dean didn't know what to do with his stable mate. He cast a glance at Roman Reigns, who appeared in the bathroom doorway as well, his eyebrow arched at the sudden disappearance of the medic, "What the fuck did he do now?"

Dean snorted, "He was just being Seth."

The Samoan rolled his eyes, "Lovely. He better pass out in the car otherwise I'm not putting up with his bitchy ass."

"I'm right here," croaked the former NXT Champion. He groaned, pushing himself up and staggering to a standing position. His arms reached out shakily to the bathroom bench, and he rested against it, his eyes half shut from exhaustion. He glanced at his team mates, his brow furrowed, "Was I crying last night?"

Dean and Roman shared a look before Dean spoke, "Yeah, you were."

Seth let out another pained groan, his head resting to the side against the cool tiles of the bathroom wall, "What the fuck did I say?"

Roman shook his head, "You didn't actually say much other than something about someone ruining you and your girlfriend. Other than that, you just kept crying."

Dean watched as a pained look crossed over his friend's face. Despite the way he was acting, Seth Rollins was one of his best friends and he knew there was something wrong with him. He knew his best friend. This wasn't what he was really like and something was obviously causing the young Superstar to act out. Dean sighed, his arms crossing over his chest, "Seth, talk to us, man. What's going on?"

"There's nothing going on."

"It didn't look like that last night," said Roman, his voice firm but calm. They needed to get to the bottom of their friend's problems and last night gave them some sort of insight into what was wrong, "What happened between you and-"

"I'm not talking about it!" growled Seth, his face paling with the sudden urge to vomit. He pushed off the bathroom bench and collapsed over the toilet, his stomach emptying whatever was left from the previous night. Tears pricked at his eyes and he wasn't sure if it was from the vomiting or from thinking about her. As he gagged over the toilet, his body relaxed as a pair of hands brushed his hair back from his face, holding it away from getting any vomit on it. Another pair of hands appeared beside him, a glass of water and two pills in it. He continued to throw up, his dry retching the only sound in the bathroom, while Dean Ambrose and Roman Reigns shared a look over the top of him. They needed to get to the bottom of this and fast.

16th September, 2013

True to form, sick Seth Rollins meant a even more bitchy Seth Rollins. And the more his friends tried to bring up the club incident and his crying, the more irritated he got and took it out on other people. Lucky for Chloe Palmer, she had avoided the erratic two toned man and it was only a week later on Raw that she finally took notice of the young man.

The main event for Raw was Daniel Bryan against Roman Reigns with the Shield and Randy Orton at ringside. Brie Bella had stationed herself inside the medical area with Chloe to watch the match because in her own words, 'My boyfriend is a hazard. 95% sure he's going to end up in here so I might as well be ready'. The two watched as the match ended in disqualification and finally, a proportion of the locker room flooded the ring to help Daniel Bryan. But one lone figure stood in the middle of the ring and Chloe watched, horrified, as Daniel connected a vicious high knee to the head of Seth Rollins. A gasp escaped her lips and even Brie had the decency to flinch, "Oh okay that is going to hurt."

Chloe looked heavenward, a heavy sigh leaving her, "I've avoided him for a week and now I'm going to have to deal with him."

"Have some sympathy for the guy. He was set up." Chloe raised an eyebrow at her friend and Brie explained, "Everyone has been talking about his attitude. Stephanie and Paul wanted to give him a wake up call so they booked him to do that spot rather than Reigns, whose match it kinda was."

The young dark haired woman groaned, burying her face in her hands, "He's going to be terrible."

Brie patted her back, comfortingly, "I'll hang around. Daniel looks like he hurt his ribs so I'll be your defender." She smiled as Chloe sent her an appreciative and thankful smile, and the two moved quickly out of the way as the Shield and Daniel Bryan came barrelling through the door.

Seth was pushed onto a medical table and Chloe grabbed an icepack, pressing it into his hands. She stilled for a moment, her eyes meeting his, and she could've sworn that he was actually thanking her through that one look. Shaking her head, she moved onto Daniel, who only required a quick stretch and rubdown. As her and the head medic, Dr Sampson, worked on Daniel, two figures appeared in the doorway, and Chloe didn't even realise they were there until they started talking.

"Good match out there, boys. Roman and Daniel, that was very well put together." There was a pause as Paul and Stephanie shared a glance, their smiles slightly dropping as they took in the sight of Seth Rollins, an icepack clutched tightly to his throbbing head, "Rollins, I assume you now understand what happened out there."

He nodded his head, "My apparent attitude problem."

Stephanie McMahon narrowed her eyes at him, "Not apparent. It's there. Hopefully, that knocked some sense into you. Quite literally." Her face softened and she sighed, her eyes never leaving the man in front of her, "Your friends have spoken to us and they think you need to talk to someone. If there's anything you need-"

Chloe didn't even need to hear the end of that sentence to brace herself for the impending explosion that was Seth Rollins. With a snarl, the Tag Team Champion jumped off the bench, a dark look on his face as he turned to Dean and Roman, "I need to talk to someone? How many goddamn times do I have to tell you I'm fine?!"

He made his way angrily to leave the room, but Paul's voice broke through his tantrum, "Seth Rollins, I will not hesitate to take that title away from you if you do not start acting like a proper WWE employee. Scratch that, a decent human!"

The Iowa native spun on his heel, his chest heaving with anger, "Fine, take it! That seems to be the theme of the year for me. Everyone just fucking taking what means most to me away from me! Just take it!" The title belt went flying to the ground as Seth fled the room, his boots making an echo down the hallway.

There was a stunned silence in the medic area and Steph chewed her lip, unsure of what to do. Her eyes flickered over to Dean and Roman, who looked torn between sad and angry at their team mate. She sighed, stepping forward to pick up the title belt that he had flung to the ground. Her hand brushed against the dust that slightly tarnished the belt and she handed it to Dean, "He needs you boys. I know he acts like he doesn't, but he needs you there because I can see him breaking soon. That incident at the club was the tip of the iceberg. It's all going to cave in for him soon."

"You're not going to take his title away, are you?" asked Daniel, a heat pack pressed against his shoulder, "You can't do that to Roman."

Paul shook his head, "For now, we won't, but we have to see an improvement. This can't keep happening. He's spiralling out of control." He paused, choosing his words carefully, "I don't want to have to punish you guys for his behaviour. And I don't want to fault you guys for his behaviour, but you need to help him. It's not looking good for you two."

As the majority of people left the room, Chloe noticed that Dean Ambrose hung back, his back leaning against the medical table, his head hung low. She sighed sadly, realising how much work these boys put in to get there and the tough position they were now put in. She stepped forward, reaching a hand out to touch his arm gently, "Dean, are you alright?"

He looked up, his eyes meeting hers and he tried to let a smile form on his lips, "Yeah, sunshine, I'm good." A sigh left him and he brushed a hand through his messy hair, "What are we going to do?"

"I don't know," replied Chloe, "It's clearly something to do with his girlfriend. You need to ask him but not interrogate him."

"Easier said than done." He paused, raising an eyebrow, "Can you help?"

Chloe looked pointedly at the United States Champion, "Dean, I'm not exactly his favourite person." She groaned at the puppy dog eyes that he sent her and she shook her head, "I won't be here on the weekend, Dean. I've got a few days leave to go home for the weekend. I'll be back at Raw but if you need me, you can call me, alright?" He nodded and she smiled, pushing him towards the door, "Now go annoy April for a bit, I've got work to do."

He sent a look her way, but his cheeks were coloured red, "Bossy."

She winked at him, laughing, "I'll talk to you later, Deano. Good luck." As she watched him walk down the corridor, she shook her head, her smile disappearing. Those boys were in for a hard time with Seth, trying to get him to talk. Judging by the little bitch fit he had just then, Chloe knew that Dean and Roman were going to have to be careful about the way that they approached the young Tag Team Champion. She only hoped that when she returned on Monday that there would be some progress.

23rd September, 2013

There was an unsettled feeling in Chloe Palmer's stomach when she arrived at the arena for Monday Night Raw. She hadn't heard from Dean or Roman all weekend and when she had tried calling them, they weren't answering or returning her calls. The night progressed and finally, the start of Raw was happening. She was making her way back from catering when she paused in the monitor bay to watch the opening segment. A smile grew on her face when she saw the Shield guarding the ring as Stephanie McMahon and her husband took charge of the opening of Raw.

But as quickly as that smile appeared, it disappeared.

"There is one reason why you collectively do not have that championship opportunity as we speak this moment. And that reason is-"

"The Shield." Chloe's face dropped, her brow furrowed as she watched the three Shield members look confused as to why they were being made to blame, "I understand your frustrations, guys, because the Shield has run rough-shop on this place since the day they walked in the door. They have collectively beaten down each and every one of you on that stage. I can sense that frustration among all of you. It has nothing to do with Daniel Bryan. Last week's show of unity had to do with frustration with the Shield. And I'm going to give you the opportunity to take that frustration out tonight." The young medic glanced around at the people watching the events unfold on the television and judging by the looks on their face, this was a long time coming. She turned her attention back to the monitor to find out what Triple H had to say, "I am going to give all of you, Darren Young, Titus O'Niel, The Usos, Rob Van Dam, Dolph Ziggler, Kofi Kingston, Zack Ryder, R-Truth, Justin Gabriel. All of you are going to get the opportunity to take that frustration out when you take on the Shield in an 11 on 3 Elimination Handicap Match."

Chloe's heart sank and as Raw went to a commerical break, she saw the glares that Dean Ambrose and Roman Reigns sent towards their stablemate, Seth Rollins. She had a bad feeling about this and she knew that it had something to do with Seth Rollins.

"You missed out on an entertaining weekend," drawled CM Punk as he came to stand next to the young medic, "Rollins really did the Shield no favours."

The dark haired woman frowned, looking at the former WWE Champion, "What happened?"

"Even if I could understand what happened, I couldn't even tell you," said Punk, shaking his head, "That kid is in a bad way and it's not looking good for any of them now-"

"Is this punishment?"

CM Punk snorted, sending an amused look at the young woman, "You learn fast, don't you kid? Yeah, it's punishment. Unfortunately, Dean and Roman get stuck in the crossfire." He patted her shoulder, "I have to go. Good luck if you run into them. Ambrose is going to explode some time soon."

Chloe watched as the older man disappeared and she groaned, realising she was in for one hell of a long night.

To say it was awkward wouldn't even begin to cover the silence that was happening in the medical area. Chloe Palmer and Michael Sampson had their hands full with not only the Shield in there, but also Dolph Ziggler, Daniel Bryan and Kofi Kingston. It was like there was an invisible barrier around Seth Rollins. The former ROH wrestler was sitting alone in a chair far from the others and no one had approached him at all or spoken to him since he came in the room. Chloe glanced at the icepack in her hand and knew she had to give it to him for the bump on his head from Daniel Bryan's running high knee. With a sigh, she walked over to him, pressing the icepack against his head gently, "Hold this. Do you want an aspirin or anything?"

"What do you think?"

As soon as he had said it, Chloe braced herself for the apparent explosion that was Dean Ambrose, "Fucking hell, Rollins. Pull your head out of your arse. It's not a fucking hat!"

Chloe turned around, pressing a hand against Dean's chest to push him back into his seat before he could advance on his friend, "Dean, relax. Sit down."

He glanced down at her, before moving back to stand near his seat, "You're an idiot, Rollins. You really are. Thank you for screwing it all up for us!"

"Dean, sit down!" exclaimed Chloe, wrapping a hand around his arm to try and pull him back into his seat. The last thing she needed was for him to get in trouble for doing something stupid backstage. Clearly, whatever Seth had done over the weekend had caused some major tension amongst the Shield members.

Dean shook her off, but Dolph stood up to push him back a bit, "Ambrose, c'mon, calm down, he's not worth it."

Seth Rollins snorted, a cold smile on his face, "I'm not worth it. Boy, hasn't that been drummed into me lately?"

"Stop throwing a goddamn pity party for yourself and get over it!"

Seth stood up, his advance on Dean stopped by Kofi, "You do not know anything, Ambrose. Shut the hell up!"

Dean was furious and Chloe knew that their fight could probably be heard down the corridor of the arena, "You know what I do know? You're a selfish prick. Roman and I have tried for weeks to find out what the hell is wrong with you but maybe you really are a bad guy. Maybe we were wrong to think that you were something different. You couldn't control yourself on Saturday and look what's happened! AN ELEVEN ON THREE HANDICAP ELIMINATION MATCH, SETH! ARE YOU HAPPY?!"

"I am not a bad guy-"

"Well then stop acting like it!" yelled Dean, his hand reaching up to push back the wild strands of hair in his face, "Stop acting like such an asshole! I will not have all these years of hard work that we've done get thrown away because you can't get over a fucking breakup. Write a fucking song, Rollins, I don't care. Just stop doing what you're doing! I've had enough! We've had enough!"

Chloe jumped in fear as the US Champion flung a chair against the wall. She watched as he left the room, Dolph chasing after him to make sure he was alright. Roman stepped towards the door, but he turned back to look at Seth, "We can't be the Shield without you, Rollins. And without the Shield, there is no real WWE spot for us. You have to realise what you're doing, Seth. It's not just hurting you. It's hurting us."

"You guys just care that you're going to lose your spots on the roster."

Roman growled, stepping closer towards his team mate, "I care because you affect my life. But I also care because you are ruining your own life. You are my friend. You are family. And I will not stand by and watch while you waste this opportunity away. You need to think about what you've done." He turned on his heel abruptly and left the room, with the other Superstars trailing after him.

Michael touched Chloe's shoulder briefly, "I'm just going to go make the rounds and check up on other Superstars that came in earlier. Are you coming?"

Chloe glanced at the sad lone figure of Seth Rollins slumped on a chair and she shook her head, "I'll wait here. Make sure he's alright."

The head medic looked hesitant, "Are you sure?" At Chloe's nod, he sighed and patted her shoulder, gently, "Good luck. Remember, don't let anything get to you."

She smiled at the departing medic and turned her attention back to Seth, whose head was bowed, his title laying across his lap. Chloe grabbed the packet of aspirin and a glass of water and headed towards him. She held them out to him, clearing her throat to get his attention, "Here's your aspirin."

As much as he had angered her over the past few weeks, her stomach dropped at the sight of tears in his eyes as he looked up at her. He blinked hard to get rid of them, before reaching for the water and the aspirin. She turned on her heel and headed back to the table to start packing up. She could hear him stand up and place the glass and medicine on a table before making his way towards the door. But her body stilled when he stopped at the door, his head glancing back over his shoulder at her.

"Thank you."

Chloe Palmer was glad that she had managed to score a late flight to the next destination. Smackdown was being held in Milwaukee, so considering it was only an hour flight from Chicago, a majority of staff were getting a late start. She breathed a sigh of relief as she double checked her flight time on her phone. The young medic had arrived late back to the hotel after Raw and she was looking forward to a nice sleep in the next day. She stepped off the elevator, her head bent down to look at her phone as she checked her emails and messages. As she neared her room, she lifted her head to shuffle through her bag for her room key, but she paused, her steps faltering at the sight in front of her.

Seth Rollins was sitting on the floor of the hallway, his bags right beside him.

She cursed herself multiple times as she readjusted her bag on her shoulder and made her way down the corridor towards him. Chloe brushed some hair from her face, a look of concern on her face while she came to stand in front of Seth, "Rollins? What are you doing?"

He lifted his head, his hand reaching up to push his headphones off his ears, "Sitting."

"In the hallway?"

"Yes."

"Have you been drinking?"

"A little."

"Why aren't you in your room?" Chloe frowned, knowing that he shared a room with Dean and Roman all the time. But then she paused, and she sighed, realising what had happened. And judging by the look on Seth's face, her suspicions were correct, "Dean not letting you in?"

Seth shrugged, "Yeah. He made it very clear that I was to fuck off and find my own room." He groaned, leaning his head back against the wall, "And just my luck, the entire hotel is booked out."

Again, the young medic cursed herself multiple times as she tried to resist the urge to offer him her room. Finally, her internal tug of war ended, and she knew she would end up regretting this, "I have a twin share."

Seth raised an eyebrow, "You don't like me."

Chloe rolled her eyes, "And you don't like me. But the point is, you can't stay here and I have this really annoying habit of doing things that I'll know I'll regret later, but maybe this time you can actually prove me wrong." At his silence, she threw her hands in the air with a groan, "Oh fine, do whatever you want." She turned on her heel, storming her way back to her room. As she pushed the key into the lock, she caught sight of the young wrestler chasing after her, his bag thrown over his shoulder quickly. He made his way inside after her and she threw her bag onto the first bed, pointing at the other one, "There you go. Knock yourself out."

For the next half hour, as the two readied themselves for bed, they didn't acknowledge one another, only brushing past each other when they needed to use the bathroom. Chloe came out of the bathroom, dressed in a tank top and shorts, and noticed he was curled up in bed. She chewed her lip, reaching a hand out to turn off the main lights and she crawled into her own bed, burrowing in amongst the blankets. "Goodnight Seth," she said, her eyes closing so she could finally get some sleep.

"G'night."

Despite the fact it was gruff and half mumbled, Chloe was satisfied that he was at least acknowledging her. As she tried to drift off to sleep, his voice broke through her thoughts.

"I'm not a bad guy."

She turned over, sitting up in bed as she reached over to turn the lamp on that sat in between their two beds, "What?"

Seth sat up as well, the sheets falling down to his waist to reveal his bare chest, "I'm not a bad guy." He paused, a frown marring his features, "She made me this way."

"Who?"

"My girlfriend. Ex-girlfriend," said Seth, his hands fiddling with the edge of the sheets, "I think I'm like this because of her."

Chloe chewed her lip, "Why don't you tell the boys this? Why are you telling me?"

He snorted, his eyes looking heavenward, "They're not going to listen to me."

"They've been trying to listen to you for weeks!" pressed Chloe, "They just want to know what's wrong. They just want an explanation." After she spoke, a look of surprise crossed her face as Seth climbed out of his bed and came to sit at the end of her double bed, his legs folded under him, "What are you doing?"

"I owe you an explanation."

"Why?"

Seth looked at her, a heavy sigh escaping him, "Because I think I hurt you just as bad." His fingers picked up the loose threads in her blanket covering her feet, "She was so proud of me when I made it to the big times. She would go around telling everyone that Seth Rollins was her boyfriend and how proud she was of me." He paused, "Tara was even more excited- Tara, that's her name. She was even more excited when I was made Champion. But she started to change. I don't know. It's like she won the title and she would rub it in people's faces. I didn't notice it at first but then I started to be like that." His head turned to look over at the title resting on top of his bag, "Not going to lie, but that title changed my life for better and for worse."

"What do you mean?"

He continued with his story, "But then, I was travelling more and more. And she was still the same but she wouldn't return my calls all the time or she was distracted when we were on the phone. And then when I'd go home, we'd go out and this guy would always be there. He was a friend of hers.. Luke. I didn't think anything of it until I got home one day and she was packing up to move out." He laughed darkly, his eyes filling with tears, "She told me that Luke had just bought some big company in New York and she was moving with him."

Chloe's jaw dropped, "She sprung it like that?"

Seth nodded, and despite everything that had happened between them, Chloe's heart was slowly breaking at the tears falling slowly from his eyes. He hiccupped, hiding back a sob, "She said girls like powerful guys and I just wasn't the powerful guy that she wanted. She wanted someone who knew what they wanted and took charge and didn't care what others thought-"

"So that's what you have been trying to be all these weeks."

Seth nodded, "I tried to change. For the first few weeks, I called her, trying to tell her I was different. Then I started changing on television, thinking maybe she'd see. Then somehow, I just got used to it." His shoulders sagged a little as another small sob left him, "Today, when Dean and Roman lost it. That's when I knew I had gone too far. I'm not getting her back. And I don't think I'm getting my friends back either."

The young dark haired girl chewed her lip in thought as the Tag Team Champion let out a few small sobs, his body shaking slightly. With a sigh, she crawled forward, her hand gently reaching out to wipe away the tears on his cheeks, "C'mon, Seth, don't think like that. If you tell Dean and Roman what's wrong, they'll understand. But you also need to change. Telling them is one thing but showing them that you're sorry and you were wrong is going to help." Her fingers lingered across his cheek, catching the few tears that were left, "Thank you for telling me."

He nodded, his own hand reaching up to dry his eyes, "I'm sorry."

She sent him a gentle smile, "I know, Seth. But I'm going to be just like Dean and Roman. You hurt all of us and it's going to take some time but if you do make the effort, everything will be back to normal." She paused, her eyes flickering over his sad face and she realised she needed to change that, "So tell me about this Luke guy. He sounds like a douchebag."

Her heart fluttered slightly at the small laugh that escaped Seth Rollins, "He was. Well, he still is. He dresses like an 80 year old-"

As Seth trailed off, making fun of the guy, Chloe watched him with a small smile on her face. She wasn't sure what had happened over the weekend but she was glad that Seth finally realised he was in the wrong. She didn't expect him to tell her the story behind his recent personality change but she was thankful. And hopefully, things would start to look up for the Shield.

24th September, 2013

The next morning, Chloe was woken up by the sun's rays peeking through a small gap in the hotel room curtains. With a groan, she rolled over and sat up, her hand reaching up to rub her eyes. And that was when she noticed the lump at the end of her bed.

Seth Rollins was sound asleep at the end of her bed.

With a small laugh, she stood up from her bed, realising that they must've dozed off while talking during the night. The tall wrestler was curled at the bottom of her bed and she shook her head, knowing he was going to have some sore muscles when he woke. She rummaged through her suitcase, tossing some clothes to the side to find an outfit and she disappeared into the bathroom to have a quick shower.

While she was in there, Seth let out a yawn and stretched his arms, before sitting up quickly. A frown formed on his face as he tried to piece together why he was there. The events of the previous night flooded his memory and he laughed at his predicament, stretching his back and legs from being all curled up. He heard the shower start running and decided he should get dressed before Chloe came out of the shower. He stumbled over her suitcase that was thrown across the floor, and his eyes caught sight of a familiar shirt laying on the ground. He reached forward and picked it up, a smile curling his lips.

It was Chloe's ROH Tyler Black shirt.

He let out a laugh, placing it back in her suitcase. He knew exactly what he had to do. He needed to make amends with the boys and everyone else that he had managed to piss off. He stole a glance again at the shirt. And he was going to become the real Seth Rollins again.

The one that was a small extension of the Tyler Black character that Chloe seemed to be a fan of. Not the Seth Rollins that he had turned into over the past few weeks.

And it was all going to start today.

A/N: Let me know what you think! I should be updating the Summer that was in the next day or so as well :)