All 3 members of The Shield were currently peacefully asleep in their shared hotel room. It was about 7 in the morning, and they were just coming off a tumultuous Monday night to say the least. Seth and Dean were beat up from participating in a tag team match with Ziggler and McIntyre, which went 25 minutes. Hell of a match, but damn they were hurting. Same thing with Roman, he had an absolute barn burner with Kevin Owens, but he was having his own aches and pains. Sleep came easily to them definitely. That, uh, that changed within a few seconds.

A loud crash alerted the boys immediately, and they each quickly arose from their respective beds. As far as they could tell, the noise came from the living room, so they rushed in ready to defend themselves if need be.

"Who's there?! I'll friggin kill you!" Seth yelled angrily.

"Hehehehe... You guys are in your underwear."

The sound of that voice told the three boys all they needed to know about the situation at hand. They looked a little closer and saw none other than Nikki Cross, on the floor, surrounded by an assortment of pots and pans. Seth covered his crotch in embarrassment.

Roman shook his head and chuckled, Seth groaned, and Dean rushed over to check on his playmate.

"You alright, Nik?" He asked.

"Oh, I'm just fine! Fine, fine, fine, fine, fine. I just... I just wanted to make you three breakfast. A gift for you all taking me in!"

"What happened then? How did this all get on the floor?" Roman asked.

"Well... I tried to reach the cabinet, but I'm kinda short if you couldn't tell."

"Oh. Oh... Hahahaha! I love this girl!" Dean exclaimed.

He wrapped her in a hug and ruffled her hair, to which Nikki giggled, showing how much she enjoyed the act.

"Now, let's clean this mess up, huh? If you wanna still make breakfast, Roman'll help you with it. Big man makes a mean pancake."

Roman nodded.

"Damn right I do."

"I'll help with the cleaning. This kitchen is filthy anyway. Fuckin cobwebs in the corner and shit. I swear, people are so gross sometimes." Seth proclaimed.

Dean facepalmed.

"Damn it, dude. Do you have to whine about everything?"

"What? I'm just saying."

An hour later, and all 4 Superstars were sitting on two respective couches, Seth and Roman on one and Dean and Nikki on the other, chowing down on some pancakes and sausage. Seth watched on in disgust as Nikki ravaged what was her on plate with no couth whatsoever, preferring to eat with her hands instead of the utensils given to her. Dean didn't really seem to mind at all, and Roman just ignored it.

"Uh... Nikki?" Seth started.

The unhinged girl looked up with her mouth filled with sausage (I hear you snickering, you goddamn perverts... But I understand. It's funny), with a curious look on the face.

"Hmm?"

"Have you... Kept in contact with your old partners? I'm sure they're thinking about how you didn't rejoin them on SmackDown."

She swallowed (Shut the hell up), before answering.

"Umm, not really. But I did get a note last week from someone saying it was from Alexander."

"Well? What did it say?"

"Something about coming to get their Nikki back I think. I don't really remember though. It's not that serious."

Seth's eyes bugged out of his skull.

"Not serious?! Nikki, Sanity's coming to Raw to try and take you back with them! Do you want to go back with Sanity?"

She held on to Dean with a smile.

"No, not really. I wanna stay with Deanie and you guys."

"Then why wouldn't you say anything to us, so we know what's going on! We don't know when those psychopaths are going to show their faces, and I'd rather have a gameplan than wait to be blindsided. You see how big Killian Dain is?!"

Dean chimed in.

"Look, man. Calm down. We're The Shield, remember? If they want Nik, they're gonna have to go through us, and we all know that's never gonna happen. This little firecracker ain't goin nowhere. Not on my watch."

"Ambrose is right. No need to worry." Roman agreed.

"Oooooh, I'm so happy I have three strong guys like you to protect me! You're the best!"

Her outburst of joy brought a smile to the face of Dean, Seth, and Roman, all appreciating the kind words.

"Now that the serious stuff is over, how about we get back to this food. Cause this shit is great." Dean said.

"Nikki did most of the work. I just mainly made sure she didn't hurt herself or burn anything." Roman informed.

"Which was soooo lame. Burning stuff is fun!"

"Yeah, maybe in the woods, but not in a hotel room shared by 4 people. That's not fun at all."

Cross pouted and folded her arms.

"Come on, don't be like that."

Roman got up and walked over to where she and Dean were sitting. He put his hand on her head and started talking again.

"Tell you what. Next time, I'll let you cook all by yourself. And if you happen to burn anything, then I'll look the other way. As long as it doesn't turn into a full blown fire. Deal?"

She looked up at the Big Samoan with childlike eyes and nodded.

"Okay, papa Roman."

Reigns was a bit weirded out by that response, while Dean and Seth nearly choked on their food because they were laughing so hard.

"Papa Roman? Where did that come from?" He asked.

"You're Roman, and you're like a Papa. Papa Roman." She explained like it was some obvious thing even a blind man could see.

"I... Okay I guess."

"Papa Roman! She said, she said... Oh fuck that's hilarious! Hahahaha!" Dean laughed away.

"Still a better nickname than fuckin Titty Master, Ambrose." Seth said, sneaking in a jab at his friend.

"Hey! That's a badass name. Don't be jealous cause when you were a kid you had your ring name be fucking Taj The Destroyer. Talk about shitty nicknames."

Seth turned bright red in embarrassment.

"I didn't think anyone would remember that."

"Dean never forgets. Ain't that right, Nik?"

"Exactly! Dean knows all! Hehehehe."

"Can we... Can we just finish eating please?" Seth asked, desperate to end the conversation.

Everyone went back to their meal, and had a wonderful time devouring it. Nikki was the first to finish, and she jumped up to go throw her plate in the garbage. She went over to Roman and gave him a big hug he wasn't expecting.

"Thanks for taking care of me, Papa Roman!"

And with that, she borderline skipped back to her room, presumably to get a little more sleep before they had to hit the road again. Roman just sat there in disbelief.

"Man... I already have kids, and now I have a supposed grown child to take care of. This is some weird stuff."

"You're just now realizing that?" Seth asked.

Dean smirked.

"Nah, this is normal. Normal as can be. Maybe you guys are the weirdos."