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It's not like he choose his victims randomly, he'd hardly ever do that. Triple H had a very good reason to make this as personal as it could get.

After the first match against the Shield and getting beat up. Triple H had barely been treated serious by his friends. Even Ric had laughed, everyone looked at him like a failure, these kids got your asses beat up? His best friend asked, tears at the corners of his eyes as he laughed.

He had to stop it, to end this. Destroy the Shield.

It's like everyone had forgotten who he was, all his accomplishments, championships, other feuds and the times he won when everyone thought he couldn't. It was all meaningless. He was going to end with these kids, and it killed him that when he ran into them backstage they'd have these serene smiles in their faces that made Triple H want to knock them off with his sledgehammer.

I thought you were better than that. We even brought Batista back just for this. His wife reminds him every day.

Passing a lazy hand over his bare head he grumbles, was it really that he was getting older? He shook his head.

•—•

Dean practically drags his bags to Roman's room, thankfully he's asleep because all he wants now is sleep. Not even taking his shoes off he simply throws himself on the bed and closes his eyes just waiting for the collected stress and tiredness to crash in at any time.

"Dean?"

He shifts to take a better look at Roman's figure laying on his bed next to him, he really wants to help but he's just so tired..

"Yeah?"

Roman tries to catch a glimpse of his brother's face, the moon barely lighting up the room.

"Thank you for not choosing that rat over me."

Not this again. Dean just wants the time that Roman will believe him that Seth's on their side to come soon.

"He's.. Yeah, sure."

Too tired and Roman is too stubborn. There'll be another time for this.

•—•

Luckily, Seth was able to sleep for a few hours until he woke up, saddening at the thought of Dean leaving and Roman hating him for what seemed to be until he died.

It was almost time for his work out, the sun shone from the window across the room. He tried to roll to the other side on his bed, when he saw a picture with a piece of wrecked paper, letters lazily scrabbled on it.

Putting his glasses on, he grabbed the piece of paper.

'Don't let the authority get into your mind again, I'll really get your ass then.'

Seth snorted, then taking the picture in his hand he saw it was the three of them. He can't remember when or where but all that matters is that he can't forget his family now. And he won't, no matter what. He may fall for it once but not twice.

•—•

"I know we've had our differences in the past but this is completely necessary. I won't make it too complicated so let's get to it." Triple H pauses for a second, anxiously sticking his hands in the pockets of his suit.

"Get rid of the Shield." He finishes gritting his teeth.

A smile appears on the face of the other man, shaking his hand with Hunter and leaving.

•—•

Roman takes his vest, still unsure if he's ready to fight again. But Dean has told him that if the bruises don't hurt that bad anymore he should get back in the ring, it'll help him get his mind off the things that happened a few weeks ago.

He truly wants to do this even if it still hurts. Roman's groans as he hears his door being knocked, he's in no mood to open any doors.

"Come in." He calls out.

Silence.

Well screw that. He's got a match to get ready on, probably some idiot trying to bug him.

•—•

Seth laughs as Dean rushes inside his locker room closing the door quickly behind him.

"Don't you know how to knock?"

Dean rolls his eyes and walks towards his friend who's tying his boots.

"Shut up."

Seth looks up at him, a smile playing on his lips. He really needed Dean to visit him to make sure everything's okay between the two.

"How's Roman?"

It's so frustrating he can't help. Roman's like his older brother, someone who's always taking care of them and keeps it collected all the time and seeing him being the one to start havoc feels odd.

"He's fine.. Trying to adapt again, he's less scared of being alone now."

"He still hates me, doesn't he?"

Dean just nods.

He opens up his mouth to ask about his match tonight when he feels shivers down his back and by the look on Seth's face he also felt it.

"What the hell?" Dean speaks, slowly turning his head to the side towards the door.

"I don't know.."

•—•

And all the stuff they did to him.. They're gonna pay, and he's gonna make sure it haunts them.

He smiles, taking a look at the sledgehammer laying beside him as he fixes his tie on the mirror and as much as he'd love to make them suffer himself he decided he wants to rather sit back for a little and just watch the show.

•—After Smackdown, same week.—•

"How are you feeling?" Dean asks, lighting up his cigarette. He can't help but still feel like he did when he was with Seth.

Maybe they were just losing it from all this crap.

"Better." Roman smiles, taking a huge bite from his hamburger.

Dean's glad Roman's appetite has come back, he knew well his Samoan brother was too strong to let anything get too him. Soon he'll be ready to spear the life outta Triple H the first moment he can.

"What the hell is wrong with the Authority?" Roman inquires, his eyes fixed on his almost over dinner.

"I'm not sure, but I just want this to be over."

Roman nods while Dean's already puffing the last bits of his cigar. He passes a hand through his curls.

Who was that man Hunter shook hands with?

Will Seth be okay if he's on his own?

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