Notes: Sorry for the short chapter. As the title says one step forward two steps back.

Dean had watched the rest of RAW and had to admit he smiled at seeing Roman throw the cinder black at Seth's head after seeing what Seth had done the previous week. He wished he actually remembered it so that things would start to make sense.

He received a text from Roman: Sorry that you had to find out that way.

Dean hit reply: You should have told me. Seth's been acting like my friend when he's not.

Roman responded with: I'll tell you everything you want to know when I see you tomorrow.

He replied: You better

Dean sat back on the couch. Roman was going to get an earful when he arrived tomorrow.

Seth had just been about to shut his eyes when his phone started to ring. He reached over to answer it but stopped when he saw it was Triple H. Did he want to answer it? Not really. He decided to let it go to voicemail. It rang again and it was Triple H, obviously not giving up on talking to him. "Hello," he answered.

"I wanted to talk about the Ambrose situation," Hunter said. "Are you making any progress?"

"Yeah I guess so," Seth answered, "He thinks we are best friends and he trusts me."

"Well good. When are you going to turn on him?"

"I don't know," Seth answered truthfully. "Roman's with him a lot. I don't know the next time I'll see him."

"Yeah that could be a problem," Hunter agreed, "he called demanding to be off of Smackdown this week and Stephanie okayed it. How fast could you get to Las Vegas?"

Seth inwardly groaned. So much for getting sleep tonight, he thought. "Six or seven hours if I drove."

"That's too long," Hunter said with a sigh. "I'll let you fly on the jet."

Seth was relieved to hear that but it seemed silly but he was too tired to drive.

"Here's the address for you," Hunter said giving him the information for the air field. "If Dean asks why you're there so early say I had you banned from the building or something. Whatever you tell him Seth you better convince him. I'm getting tired of waiting for Dean to fall." He said before hanging up.

You and me both, Seth thought as he sat up. It looked like he wouldn't be sleeping for a while.

Dean was asleep when he heard a knock on his door. It was 2:30 in the morning. Who would be knocking on his door at this time of day? It couldn't be Roman. He went to his door and looked through the peephole. It was a very tired looking Seth Rollins. He opened the door.

"Sorry to wake you," Seth said entering his apartment. "Hunter suspended me for the stupidest thing so I thought I'd come here."

"Did he suspend you for not curb stomping Roman onto the cinder blocks?" Seth's eyes got huge.

"Did…did he tell you that?" Seth asked sounding worried.

"No," Dean answered, "I watched RAW though. I saw your little eulogy. I thought we were friends!" He said approaching him with his hands clenched in fists.

Seth took a step backwards. "I was…I mean I am." He stammered. "I can explain. How much do you remember?"

"None of it," he said and took a wild swing at Seth. Seth, out of defense, pushed Dean away. Dean, still not completely steady on his feet, fell back and hit his head on a table.

"Shit!" Seth yelled. He dashed over to Dean who was unconscious. What did he just do?

Notes: Again sorry for the short chapter but it seemed like the best place to stop. Boy if Roman was pissed before…