I know this story is coming in little trickles but be patient. There is a story here and it will unfold. I promise. :) X T L.

At Florida Championship Wrestling, present

The sun beat down on Seth Rollin's bare torso as he left the gym and headed for his, now, oven of a car. He'd left behind his black Camry when he left Dean back in Philly several years before. The car wasn't in his name and he couldn't just take a car given to him by Dean's grandfather. He had been doing well and managed to buy a used Honda Civic in very good condition. It wasn't fancy but it had low miles, a CD player and great air-conditioning. He couldn't wait to get in and put the cold air on full blast. His poor car was well over 100 degrees on the inside by now. As he pressed the remote control to open his doors, he gave an aggravated little huff. A sleek black Mercedes was parked behind him, trapping his car in the slot.

Rollins tossed his gear in the backseat of his car and started the engine so at least, the interior would start cooling down. He would go try to find the careless owner. "Rich people," He barked.

"Are they so bad?" A familiar voice added to his thought on wealthy people. Seth's eyes were full of tears before he turned around.

"Thomas!" He practically threw himself into Dean's grandfather's arms who instantly hugged him tightly and patted his back. "I missed you so much," Seth cried without shame. He loved Thomas deeply and didn't care who saw his display. Thomas was like a second father to him.

"Seth, Seth, it's okay." Thomas hugged the young man before pointing out Seth's strength. "You're squeezing me too much, Seth." Thomas chuckled as Seth released him. "You forget you're young and strong. I'm an old man." Thomas kept a hand on Seth's shoulder and smiled at him.

"I'm sorry, Thomas." Seth wiped his eyes with the back of his hand. "I just miss you and I wanted to come by but I didn't know if that was okay or if you might be mad at me. I mean I know you said you weren't when we talked on the phone, I guess it was last year. Was it? Yeah, last year. But then I got here and I got nervous…"

Thomas lightly shook Seth. "Take a breath, son," He joked with Seth. Obviously, Seth was still nervous. "I'm not mad and I understand." Thomas smiled his kind smile and his eyes - identical in color to his grandson's - were warm and calming. Seth instantly felt better and returned the smile. He knew that if Thomas said something, that it was truth and he could see that time and his break-up with Dean had not changed the way Thomas felt about him. "I thought," He said as he patted Seth's warm back, "That we could head over to Cooper's and get a big dinner. Grab yourself a shirt and we'll catch up." Thomas already had his mind made up and Seth was very hungry. Eating at a nice place like Cooper's with it's delicious steak and seafood sounded like Heaven.

Seth turned his car off and slipped on a t-shirt. Cooper's was nice but not exactly a fancy place and this time of day, it wouldn't be very crowded. "Hey how'd you know my car?" It occurred to Seth that Thomas didn't know about the white Honda.

Before the tall older man got into the car, he smiled broadly. "A little bird told me."

Seth opened the passenger door to see Dean sitting in the backseat with a sheepish grin on his face. "Peep, peep," Dean said in a high-pitched voice, taking the blame for being Thomas' "little bird."

Seth stood motionless with the door open about to back out of going before Thomas quickly spoke. "Get in, get in. You're letting my nice cold air out." Seth slipped into the leather seat hesitantly and shut the door. He felt ambushed but he was so happy to see Thomas that he couldn't stay upset. Seth knew Thomas was not a dishonest man at all and would usually never play a part in trickery. But Thomas had one week spot; his grandson Dean who he'd do anything for including this hostage situation that Seth had been put in. "We're all going to get along and be civil and kind," Thomas announced. "Seth, if you think Dean put me up to this, you'd be wrong. It was me who wanted to have dinner with my boys. And I'm old so I should get my way." He maneuvered to the parking lot exit and turned onto the busy street. A car was fairly close but Thomas pressed the gas down on the powerful Mercedes and it knocked Seth back into his seat.

"Jesus, Grandad," Dean piped up from the backseat. "This ain't Nascar."

Thomas just laughed. "If you have the horsepower, use it." The Mercedes was now traveling at a normal speed, gliding down the highway.

"I let you have shotgun, Seth," Dean pointed out from the backseat.

The brunette didn't look back. "Thanks," he said quietly. "You knew if I saw you I wouldn't go so you weren't exactly being generous." His tone was flat. He didn't want to offend Thomas and again, he realized that he was trapped.

"I was feeling giving," Dean said, suddenly close to Seth's ear. The brunette scooted toward the window. Dean remained close, leaning his head on Seth's seat until Thomas spoke up.

"Dean, get back in your seat and put your seatbelt on. You know my rules."

Seth silently laughed as he looked out the window. Dean saw his shoulders shaking. "Shut up!" Dean announced from the backseat like a petulant child.

"I'm not saying anything," Seth answered calmly.

"You're laughing," Dean shot back.

"Boys!" Thomas snapped. "I said we're going to be kind and civil, so be kind and civil, okay?"

Dean sighed loudly. "Okay. Sorry, granddad."

"Me too," Seth added. "I'm sorry, Thomas."

Thomas seemed to be concentrating on his driving and muttering under his breath, "Like having a couple of 5-year-olds in the car instead of grown men. Ridiculous."

At Cooper's, Seth was thankful that Dean was on his best behavior. Seth actually enjoyed catching up with Thomas and Dean didn't do anything to spoil the mood. He was rather quiet and mostly paid attention to his steak and lobster meal. Seth was slightly concerned as he noticed Dean had ordered a third Jack & Coke. Thomas was so happy to see Seth that he was wasn't paying attention to Dean's rising drink count.

As Seth was finishing his meal and telling Thomas about going to Japan, Dean suddenly spoke up. "Yeah, my grandfather's been to Japan too. You're not telling him anything new."

Thomas gave Dean a stern look. "It's fine, son. My visit was a long time ago and I certainly wasn't wrestling." He laughed.

"That was pretty much all anyway," Seth said quietly and took a sip of beer. He noticed Dean was on his forth or was it his fifth Jack & Coke with very little Coke.

"I have been to Japan, Grandad. But it was after he went," Dean said loudly. "Did you know that?"

"Yes, Dean, I know. We've talked about it." Thomas kept his voice low and calm. "Let's talk a little quieter."

"Why?" Dean looked around at the mostly empty restaurant. "Nobody' s here." He drank the last of his Jack Daniels. "Do you, you wanna know why I went to Japan by myself?" His words were slurred as he looked at Thomas. Dean's grandfather closed his eyes as if he had a headache. "Because HE kicked me out of our house and HE went to there, to Japan and lots of places without me."

"I know, Dean." Thomas tried to keep Dean calm. He knew all too well how out of control his grandson could get. He'd stayed with Thomas for awhile after Seth broke the relationship off.

Thomas quickly paid the check and left a large tip for the trouble. The staff looked relieved that Dean was leaving. "What?" Dean asked a waiter who was looking at him with disapproval. Thomas pulled Dean along.

When all three were in the car, Dean laid down in the backseat. Seth looked to Thomas. "I'm so sorry, Thomas."

"No, no. I'm sorry," Thomas was just as upset. "It was a bad plan. I shouldn't have surprised you like that." Seth was going to assure him that it was okay but Thomas put the car in reverse and concentrated on the rearview mirror.

Seth looked into the backseat to see Dean had passed out. Just like a tornado, he'd come through, done his damage and then calmly wilted away. He knew he could never take Dean back. But did he know it? For sure? He noticed how Dean looked so calm and cute right now. Seth was angry for even thinking that. "Be strong," He thought to himself.