Author's note: Seventh chapter! This is longer than the previous chapters, so I hope you're going to enjoy it and appreciate my efforts! I really enjoyed writing this chapter, one of my favorite! As I promised, we'll have a little of Jon Moxley in this chapter, hope you'll appreciate! Let me know what do you think about it with a review: if you're reading here, please, let me know you're with me, it would really mean the world to me! Moreover, I remind you that English isn't my first language, so I need to know that there's someone who's reading this for whom I'm making all these efforts to write all the chapters AND translating it in English! Really a tough work, I need your support :3
Meanwhile, I'd like to thank all people who followed/favorite this story and especially LivHardy, who's commenting each and every chapter (And who's writing an amazing Dean/OC story, Aria's Shield, go read it, it's fantastic!).
Just some informations before you get your head in the reading:
-I'm Italian, so English isn't my first language. I'm trying to do my best to translate it, but if there are any grammatical mistakes or other kind of mistakes, feel free to let me know: I'd really like to improve my English knowledge;
-The title of the story, "Anything but Ordinary" comes from a song by Avril Lavigne. The lyrics are quoted in the first chapters and many part of it will eventually be used as chapters' name. If you have never listened it, go search it on youtube: it's really amazing and it's the thing that inspired this entire story;
-Obviously (and sadly!) I do not own Dean Ambrose or other of the WWE Superstars that will be mentioned in this story. I own just Lydia and some other original characters you could easily figure out.
-There will be strong languages, violence and sex scenes.
And that's all: enjoy!


7. Sometimes I get so weird

Once they had returned home, Jon had left Lydia to shower, as he had promised her.

They wouldn't have talked about her nor they would have tried to make her remember.

They would have thought about it the day after.

That night he would have let her to relax and calm: even if that girl was trying to appear strong and independent, it was evident in each and every movement, in each and every lost gaze she gave him, that actually she was still in shock for the entire situation.

Maybe, she just needed time and she would have slowly started to remember.

Just like she had remembered her name.

Lydia…

He would have done everything to help her.

Jon couldn't explain, not even to himself, why he felt so protective toward that girl. She had something that had hit him, since when he had listened her singing on the stage inside "The Discordant Note". He could not explain what it was… but it was able to make him unsettled and carefree at the same time, a sensation he had never felt before.

He was in the living room, sprawling on the couch, zapping on TV, when he heard her coming.

He didn't hear her because of her footsteps – she was so lightweight she almost didn't make any sound when she walked – but because he could sniff the perfume of musk entering the room with her.

« Hey, Dean: I've done. Thank you.» she said, approaching him and forcing him to turn to look at her.

She had wore again his EXPLICIT MOX VIOLENCE t-shirt, but this time, it seemed she had found a pair of old sweatpants which not fell down her legs at the first movement – much to his disappointment. Her hair, now clean and perfumed, framed her face, which had regain a soft color on the cheeks.

« Stop thanking me.» he said, returning to watch the TV « If ya have to thank me for everything, ya won't stop any time soon.» he turned toward her just to wink.

She giggled and nodded, sitting on the couch next to him, who made room for her.

God… her perfume was so intoxicating.

And she smelled exactly of him… well, it was quite obvious, considering she had had a shower with his products but… God.

It was just like having had sex with her and can't remember it.

« What are you watching?»

« Nothing, just zapping.»

« Hey! Tune on E!, todays's Wednesday, there's Total Divas' replica!» she exclaimed, sitting Indian-style.

Jon turned to look at her with a raised eyebrow.

« What?» she asked innocently.

« I still cannot understand how ya can remember all those things and have no idea of who ya are.»

Lydia shrugged.

« Wouldn't I know.» she simply answered, stretching out on him to steal the controller.

« Hey, whatcha doin'?» he rebuked her, moving to take the remote out of her reach.

Lydia laughed amused and leaned forward, trying to grab it.

« No, don't be like that. Don't be like that!» he tried to stop her, grabbing her wrist and forcing her to desist from her intention.

« Come on, let me go!» she laughed, trying to get herself free from his grip.

But it was practically impossible: Dean was stronger than her and was able to clamp her just with one hand, effortlessly.

« Behave!»

Lydia shook the head and showed him the tongue, keeping to wriggle and stretching out the free arm.

Jon snorted and grabbed also the other wrist, clamping them both through the fingers of his right hand.

Her wrists were so small.

« Whathca gonna do, now, little fighter?» he teased her with a crooked smile.

Lydia tried again to get herself free from his iron grip, but with no results. Jon had to do just a little pressure to make her return in her place.

He was really strong.

She could not beat him on a physical level, but maybe…

Her expression changed and became suddenly suffering and Jon stared at her concerned.

« Dean… you… you're hurting me… » she murmured.

Jon opened wide his eyes and immediately let her go, his heart skipped a beat.

He didn't want to hurt her.

He would never want to.

« Sorry, I didn't mean to.» he said, giving her a strange look.

Unexpectedly, Lydia grinned and, before he could even realize what was happening, she quickly stretched out and stole the remote, taking him off guard.

« I was only pulling your leg!» she exclaimed, giggling, as she got comfortable on the couch and changed channel.

On the TV screen appeared a disillusioned Nikki Bella, who was crying in her car while she was talking on the phone with Brie about a certain contract which John Cena wanted her to sign.

« Tell me: even Total Divas is a pre-written show? I mean, what's happened during it, it's real or fake?» she asked, keeping to watch interested the program.

Jon didn't answer, so she turned to look at him: he was staring at her with a stern and undecipherable expression, which made her feel immediately in awe.

« Dean?» she bit her lip « Why do you have that serious expression now? I was joking… You didn't hurt me, really.»

He seemed to come out from the trance and he looked away, staring at an indefinite point on his left.

He seemed to be pissed off now.

« Dean?» she called him again, seriously worried about his change of behavior.

« I don't like when someone jokes on certain things, like ya just did. I thought I was hurting you.»

Lydia felt her heart becoming smaller and smaller and she lowered her gaze.

« Sorry… I just…» she couldn't finish the sentence, because he stole the remote in turn and changed channel again.

Now, on television, there was a cop from some TV serie.

« But… Hey!» she protested surprised.

« I was only pulling your leg, little fighter.» he retorted, glancing amused at her.

« Hey! You had me worried!» she exclaimed, pushing him on an arm.

« You deserve that.» he answered with a little smile, shrugging.

He turned to look at her: Lydia had now crossed her arms on the chest and had puffed out her cheeks in the funniest and most lovey-dovey offended expression.

Jon smiled, stretching out an arm to give her a flick on the cheek, to which she answered showing him the tongue again.

« But, seriously… » he said « do not joke on such things or I'll make ya pay, next time. I hate to get worried for nothing.» he warned her.

Lydia raised an eyebrow.

« What was that, a menace, Ambrose? I'm supposed to be scared?» she retorted, raising her chin proudly.

Jon turned to look at her again, with a strange gaze. He reached her with a sudden move, making her wince, and softly grabbed her chin in one hand, forcing her to stare at him in the eyes.

« Do not dare me, little fighter. Never.» he murmured, his face now few millimeters away from hers.

Lydia swallowed, but she never lowered her gaze.

« Or what?» she provoked him.

He got closer to her face, so much that, for a moment, she thought he was about to kiss her; instead, Dean moved to the side, the very last second, letting just their cheeks to brush.

Lydia felt her heart flutter its wings in her chest like a little bird in a cage.

Jon sniffed deeply, his nose pressed on her hair, which smelled incredibly of musk.

Which smelled of him.

God… again, it was just like having had sex with her and can't remember it.

And want to do it again, until it would drive him crazy.

« Ya smell good… » he murmured again, with absorbed air.

She shivered as his breath brushed against her neck.

« I've just had a shower. It's quite normal, you know?» she answered, trying to make a joke of that situation.

His sudden closeness was clouding her mind.

Dean didn't answer and stayed in that position, his nose in her soft hair, his hand still on her chin.

« Dean…?» Lydia whispered, now sincerely overawed by his strange behavior.

Jon sneered and moved her hair to murmur directly in her ear, his lips brushed it, making her shiver.

« Ya playing a dangerous game here, Lydia…» he warned her, tightening a little the grip on her hair.

He felt her trembling under his hands, but it wasn't fear, no.

It was something else.

"I find you sexy when you get angry."

Jon smiled and let her go, giving her just a long, knowingly glance, before getting up.

He needed a shower to cool his spirit down.

« I'm gonna have a shower.» he said with nonchalance, heading toward the bathroom.

Lydia remained to stare at him blank, remembering to breathe just when her chest burned for the lack of air.

« Order something to eat, I don't wanna cook tonight.» he added, before disappearing in the hallway.

Lydia shook the head, trying to return in herself.

« What do I order?» she asked, getting up – and noticing to have trembling legs because of the emotion – and grabbing the phone.

« Whatever ya like to, it's the same! This is your evening, don't ya remember?» he shouted from the bathroom.

Lydia smiled.


They had had dinner in front of an old pay-per-view, making comments on wrestling and on the ridiculous attires of the 70's wrestlers.

It had been a nice evening, she had enjoyed it.

She had almost forgotten she didn't remember who she was, and the pain was gone.

Being there, at Dean Ambrose's home – the real Dean Ambrose, she would have never stopped to repeat it to herself, feeling every time, just thinking about it, butterflies in her stomach -, eating Mexican sat on the couch, laughing and joking just like they were two old friends… it was simply amazing.

When you say: every cloud has a silver lining.

While Dean had locked into his room, to answer to a work call, Lydia had tidied up the living room and washed the dishes they had used.

He was so kind to have her in his home and offering her his help that, the minimum she could do, was giving him an hand with the tidying up.

When she had finished, Dean hadn't come out of his room yet. Lowering the volume of the TV, she heard he was still talking on the phone, so she did not bother him. She turned off the TV and was about to go to the guest-room, when her gaze was captured by a pc… who knows if she could use it.

Dean came out from his room in that very moment and reached her in the living room.

« Go to bed, if you want to, little fighter.» he said, messing around with his phone « I still have to do for a while. Plans for WrestleMania keep to change… it's driving me crazy.» he complained, more with himself than with her, running one hand to tousle his hair.

He was cute when he did that.

Lydia stared at him with a little smile, feeling somehow excited by the fact that he was talking on the phone about the most important pay-per-view of the year.

Yes, he was the real Dean Ambrose.

And, again, butterflies in her stomach.

The more hours, minutes, seconds passed… the more her mind was aware of the situation in which she was.

God… Lydia behave! Don't be stupid!

She rebuked herself.

« Okay.» she was able to finally answer «Uhm, Dean?»

He turned to look at her, the phone already pressed on his ear.

«Yes?»

«May I use your pc?»

Dean nodded.

«Of course.» then someone answered to the other side of the phone, because he turned around and returned toward his room « Colby? Has Triple H already called you? Yeah, I know, I know…»

Lydia couldn't hear more, because he closed the door of his room.

Even if she was unspeakably curious to listen that conversation – hey, they were talking about WrestleMania! -, she decided to behave good and not to poke in.

So, she took the computer and she went to the guest-room.


She was sitting on the bed, the back rested on the wall behind her and the computer on her legs. She was watching some videos on youtube, when the door was opened.

Lydia paused the video and turned to look at Dean.

« Whatcha doing?» he asked, reaching her and sitting near her.

Lydia stared at him, feeling suddenly in awe in front of his sudden familiarity. She tried to chase away that nervousness sensation from her stomach and shrugged.

« Nothing, just watching some videos.» she said, returning to watch the screen.

Dean got comfortable, stretching out his legs, crossing the ankles, both his hands behind the head.

« What videos? Can I watch them?»

Lydia widened her eyes and blushed.

« Uhmmm… no.» she said, quickly lowering the screen.

Jon frowned.

« Why not?»

She shook her head.

« Why not.» she simply answered.

« What, were ya watching porn?» he teased her.

Lydia blushed even more and turned to give him a light slap on the shoulder.

« Fuck you, no!» she exclaimed sheepish.

Jon sneered and grabbed her chin with one hand, tightening the fingers on her cheeks and forcing her to pout the lips.

« Ya should not fill this beautiful, little mouth with those dirty words, little fighter. It's a shame.»

Lydia scowled at him, then she grimaced and got herself free from his weak grip.

« So, what do ya not want me to see? No, because if it was a porn, I would be glad to watch it with ya…» he added with a crooked smile, deserving for this another slap on the shoulder.

« Stop it! I wasn't watching porn!» she answered exasperated.

Jon smiled.

« Ya know what, little fighter

« What?» she asked, pouted.

« Ya cute when ya get angry.»

Lydia slowly widened her eyes and her cheeks became deliciously red again.

« W-what? No… you… » she stuttered.

Her heart was beating really fast.

Jon gave her a little finger snap on her forehead and stretched out to steal the computer.

« Hey! No, don't!» she tried to grab his hands to stop him, but, just like before on the couch, Dean didn't have to struggle to keep her clamp.

While she stirred, trying to get herself free from his grip, he was able to open the computer: on the screen appeared a youtube video.

Jon opened wide his eyes and a surprised smile tucked his lips.

« Ya watching a video of mine?» he asked with a snigger.

Lydia finally stopped struggling and sat down with a long grumble.

« Okay, you've caught me red handed.» she muttered, while he let her hands go and she crossed the arms on the chest.

Jon smiled and shook the head.

It was a fan-made video that, according to its title, contained "36 minutes of Jon Moxley Promo Gold".

« Can I have the pc back, now?» she asked, stretching out to take the computer back « You know, I was watching a video, before you arrived to interrupt me.»

Jon sneered and raised his hands, letting her the chance to take the pc back and put it again on her legs.

«Why were ya watching videos of mine?» he asked curious.

Lydia shrugged.

« No particular reason. I just wanted to know better the guy who host me in his home. You know, I don't want him to be a psycho.» she answered, glancing at him amused.

Dean shook his head.

« You should not watch those videos, then.» he said « Jon Moxley is a psycho and a dirty chauvinist.»

« Yeah, I remember that.» Lydia answered, playing the video.

It now showed a segment from IPW, to be more precise… the "I'm just a sick guy" promo.

« Ouch…» he commented, coming closer to her to watch the video « This is one of my best… but it's not the best version of me, if you want to be reassured on the fact I'm not a psycho.» he warned her, with a crooked smile.

She shrugged and waved her hand as she wanted to say it didn't matter.

The video showed Jon Moxley crouched in a corner, singing a song he was just inventing and that talked about his previous lost to Drake Younger. A girl reached him and tried to capture his attention, but he kept singing, tapping the wall with a fork.

« You are a good singer, I like this promo!» she teased him, lightly elbowing him.

Jon snorted.

« Ya like it now, little fighter. Wait for few seconds and I'm sure you won't like it anymore.» he answered.

Indeed, while she return to watch the screen, Jon Moxley turned toward the girl who had reached him and pinned her against the wall, grabbing her by the throat.

Lydia opened wide his eyes, as he grabbed the girl from the hair and started to shout in her ear and to intimidate her, pressing the fork against her cheek.

« I told ya…» he sighed.

« I kinda like that ya shaking a little bit? I kinda enjoy it a little bit…?» Lydia repeated his words, looking at him sideways.

Jon shrugged.

« I had warned ya that you wouldn't have liked it, hadn't I?» he just said.

« Who's that girl?» she asked instead, keeping her eyes on the screen.

« Don't remember.» he answered « I didn't like her. She smiled as I yelled in her ear and pulled her hair… I lose credit.»

Lydia giggled.

« Maybe she liked it.»

Jon snorted a kind of laugh.

« Or, maybe, she thought that I am sexy when I get angry.» he retorted, teasing her.

Lydia paused the video and turned to scowl at him.

« You will never stop to tease me for what I've said, won't you?» she asked exasperated.

Jon shook his head.

« Nope. » he said.

And he did that exactly with his "nope expression".

His famous "nope expression".

Lydia opened wide eyes and lips and came closer to him with an amused gaze.

« Do that again!» she exclaimed.

Jon frowned.

« What?»

« Your "nope expression". Do it again!»

Jon widened his eyes.

« Ya crazy, little fighter? What "nope expression"? What are ya talking about?»

« Oooooh, come on! It's impossible you don't know about it! I refuse to believe that!»

« I don't know about what?»

« You're acting dumb, I can read it in your eyes, my dear Dean Ambrose. Your "nope expression"! Come on, everybody knows it!» she exclaimed, opening her arms « Okay that you seem to be against technology, since they have forced you to create a Twitter account and you have never written on it… but, hey! You know internet! Seth knows Tumblr very well, it's not possible that he has never shown you the plenty of gifs and images that are around the internet on your "nope expression!"»

« S-Seth knows… what? And how do ya know all those things?» he answered, with a hint of amuse in his voice; he put the index finger on her forehead and lightly pushed her backward «You are totally crazy, little fighter. Ya fan out of mind!»

Lydia pouted.

« Come ooooon, please me! Only once! Say it only once!»

« I'm not even thinking about it.»

« Come oooooooon!» she begged him, with puppy eyes.

« No.»

« Come oooooooooooooon!»

« No.»

« Come ooooooooooooooooooooooon!»

« No! I've said no and I won't.» Jon said stubborn, feeling in awe.

He did not have any nope expression.

« But you are so cute when you do that!» she exclaimed, with sweet voice.

And he absolutely were NOT cute when he did that!

« That's another reason not to do that again.»

She moved the computer from her legs, to come closer to him, her face few millimeters away from his, who stared at her with wide opened eyes.

« Pleeeeeease? » she persisted.

Jon raised an arm and grabbed her by the chin again, forcing her to pull away.

« No, little fighter. And stop asking for it, cause I assure ya wouldn't like seeing me really angry.»

She grimaced, then a naughty smile bent her lips.

« How do you know that? At last, I find you sexy when you get angry, don't I?» she teased him with a giggle.

Jon shook the head and sneered, letting her go and glancing at her amused.

« Who's the one who's bringing the argument back, now?»

« Touchè.» she answered, returning to sit composed and taking the pc back to continue to watch the video.

« You weren't joking, when you said you were used to have your head broken.» she observed, instinctively raising one hand to touch the wound she had behind her head.

She turned to observe him, wondering how many scars he had because of all those brutal matches he had competed in.

In that moment, when her eyes met his, Dean did it again.

His "nope expression".

« Nope. » he said.

Lydia widened her eyes and pointed him.

« You sai- » she started, with a bright expression, but he interrupted her.

« Shush! » he warned her, bringing the index finger on his lips, bent into a soft smile, and winking.

Lydia sniggered and came back again to watch the video.

When Jon Moxley followed the girl and put her on his shoulder, Lydia couldn't help but comment.

« I'm sure that, after all, she wasn't annoyed of doing this promo with you.»

Jon gave her a long, curious glance.

« Why?»

« I don't know… she always has that little smile. I bet she liked you.»

He shrugged.

« I didn't care about that, though. I was really angry and it wasn't just part of the promo.» he confessed.

Lydia turned to glance at him puzzled.

« Why?»

« Backstage issues, I don't even wanna remember them. After a bit, I left the federation.»

Lydia nodded thoughtful, coming back to watch the end of the video.

« By the way… » he said after a bit « Ya wouldn't like to see me REALLY angry, little fighter. I don't think ya would find me sexy in those circumstances.»

The video finished and she closed the internet page and the pc, putting it on the bed and turning to look at him.

« Why are you saying that?»

« Because, seriously, what ya have seen in that video was just an acting, but when I really get angry, I'm not much different. I hope ya will never see me like that. I can't answer for my actions.»

Lydia stared at him with frowned expression, the head cocked to one side.

« Well, I hope not to ever make you angry, then… » she murmured, with a shy smile.

Dean turned to look at her and stretched out one hand to brush her cheek with fingertips.

« Don't do anything stupid and it won't happen.» he said « And, above all, do not betray me. Ever. It's the thing that makes me mad the most, little fighter.»

Lydia nodded.

« Seems fair.»

They remained silent for a while, as she lay on the bed, one hand under the pillow, the gaze toward Dean who, now, was staring in front of him with thoughtful expression.

Lydia took some time to observe his profile, the way the hair fell softly to brush his forehead, the pouted line of his lips, the shadow of the beard on his tense jaw.

« Dean? May I ask you a question?»

« Mh mh.» he answered, lowering his gaze to look her back.

« Why do you keep calling me little fighter?» she asked « I mean, now we both know I have a name and that name is Lydia.»

Jon raised an eyebrow.

« Why? Don't ya like little fighter?»

« No, it's cute, actually.» she answered, tenderly clutching in one shoulder.

« And moreover… » he added « You too keep calling me Dean. But that's not my real name.»

Lydia wrinkled her nose in a grimace.

« I know, but I don't think I would ever be able to call you Jon. For me, you are and will always be Dean Ambrose.» she confessed.

That sentence, for some strange reason, hurt him.

"For me, you are and will always be Dean Ambrose."

It was like she had just confessed she would never have been able to see beyond his character… she would have never seen Jonathan Good.

She would have always seen just Dean Ambrose, the street dog of The SHIELD.

His hand automatically tightened into a fist and he felt his jaw clenching as well. He looked away from her with a rough movement and got up.

« Bed time.» he said, his voice suddenly cold.

Lydia blinked, disoriented by his unexpected change of mood.

Without adding anything else, he headed toward the door and she felt a weight on her heart.

« Dean?» she called him but he did not turn, so she tried again « …Jon?»

Just hearing her pronouncing his name, made his heart skip a beat. He stopped, a hand on the handle of the door, and he turned to glance at her, his eyes still clouded by that sudden coldness.

« Have… have I said something that had bothered you? » she asked worried « Are… are you mad at me?»

Jon took a deep breath and the he sighed.

« No, of course not. » he said, turning back and forcing to smile « I'm just really tired. It has been a long day and tomorrow we're going to have another difficult day. We have to try to find out who you are, remember?»

Lydia slowly nodded.

Actually, she had been so well with him, that night, she had almost forgotten it.

She almost didn't care to know who she was… she would have remained willingly with him, to build a new identity and a new life.

But it was clear that that evening had been just an exception.

He was Dean Ambrose, a WWE wrestler.

He had no time to take care of her.

The sooner they had found information on her, the sooner he could have let her go without remorse.

Those thoughts hurt her and she was forced to lower her gaze, feeling tears starting to fill her eyes. Her hands tightened in two weak, trembling fists.

Jon stared at her, worried by the sudden sadness which had quickly wrapped her.

Instinctively, he put two fingers under her chin and forced her to raise her face again.

« Hey, I'm not mad at you, really. » he said with a smile.

Lydia swallowed and nodded again.

« Sorry, I'm just tired too, I guess.» she answered, showing him that melancholy smile of hers.

No, not that smile again.

Jon stretched out one hand and softly caressed her face and that smile changed, becoming sweeter.

« Is everything okay?» he asked.

Again, she nodded.

« Yeah, everything's okay.»

Dean took her face between his hands and observed her for a long moment, before leaning toward her and pressing his lips on her forehead.

« Goodnight, then, little fighter.» he murmured.

« Goodnight, Dean.»


So, what do you think about it? Do you like it? Do you not like it? Let me know with a review!
One question for you:
-The other two members of The SHIELD will appear within two chapters (so in chapter 9!), but I'm not sure if I will take them into the story together or just bring one of them first and the other further! What would you prefer to read?
PS. The video they are watching existed on youtube when I wrote this chapter, but then it has been delated! However, if you'd like to see the part of that video they're watching, just search the "I'm just a sick guy" promo and you'll find it! (:
PPS. Review! ;)
PPPS. Can we talk about the scream of Dean during The SHIELD backstage promo on SmackDown? I can't stop watching it LOL