"I think this is a bad idea," Roman said for the third time as they entered the Performance Center. He held the door open for Dean."

"Don't blame me," Dean said, "this wasn't my idea. It was Joey's."

Joey came through the door. "And you agreed to it," he reminded him. "We all agreed that Seth needs help and you guys wanted to confront him out in the open. No more open than the Performance Center."

"How do we even know he'll be here," Roman asked, "how do we know he's not back at the Wyatt Compound."

"We don't," Joey conceded, "but I know Dr. Chabot wanted him to come in for more testing so I know he'll be here."

"And since he knows I'm here, he might bring a few Wyatts with him." Dean said.

This time Joey didn't have a response for that.

"Just the person I was looking for," a voice said from behind them. They turned to see Doc Sampson standing there. "Vince heard you were here and wanted me to talk to you about the report Dr. Andrews sent to the front office. So if you would please follow me," he said leading him into a trainer's room. Roman followed behind them. Dean sat while Roman chose to stand.

Doc Sampson didn't say anything right away about both Shield members took that as bad news. He picked up a sheet of paper. "Dr. Andrews did what he could for the ankle including reconstruction but as you knew before the surgery, he could make no promises as this was the third time the ankle had been in broken in that many months."

Dean closed his eyes. He had been holding onto a shred of hope that Dr. Andrews could work his magic and fix his ankle and he could return to the ring.

"Dean," Doc Sampson said a couple of times before he got his attention. "I'm really sorry to have to tell you that," he said, "Dr. Andrews said he did everything he could and would like to talk to you further about it at your appointment in two weeks."

"Thanks," Dean said getting up with the aid of the crutches. He hobbled out of the trainer's room with Roman following behind him. He walked right into Seth and before anyone could stop him, he hit Seth with one of his crutches.

"That wasn't Hunter but it felt good," Dean said to Roman.

Seth looked up at him in shock. "What was that for?"

"I can't hit Evolution so you're the next best option." He said before hobbling away.

He and Roman went out to where the practice rings were and sat down in the chairs. "That probably wasn't the best way to help Seth," Roman said with a grin.

"No," Ambrose agreed, "but it helped me."

Joey gave them a look as he came into the room. Seth wasn't with him. Dean stretched his leg out on a chair.

"Now what," Roman asked.

"Don't look at me," Dean said, "I'm not the planner of the group. I'm still trying to wrap my mind around the idea that my career's over at twenty-eight. I should call Punk for advice on what to do now. He's retired."

"You are taking this a lot better than I would be. Though I don't think I'd have hit Seth with a crutch."

"I can't get my hands on the people responsible," he reminded him. "Seth was the first person I saw and it helped."

Roman just shook his head in amusement. He was used to Dean.


"Well isn't this a surprise," Bray drawled into the phone. "Maybe we should pay your former Shield brethren a visit."

"I thought you were finished with Dean," Seth whispered in case anybody was nearby. "I thought you said he was Stephanie's problem."

"He struck you with a crutch and I think we should return the favor."

"But…" Seth stopped when Bray started humming. "Fine," he said, ""I'll see you then."


Notes: The Wyatts are coming! The Wyatts are coming! Sorry couldn't resist typing that. Things are about to heat up in Orlando.