Chapter 10

Seth's head felt like it would explode at any second.

The WWE's trainer, Michael, worked assiduously to patch both Dean and Seth up since they were bleeding heavily from the foreheads. Seth needed staples while Dean stuck with stitches, both of their heads wrapped in thick white gauze bandages. Michael offered painkillers, but Seth and Dean denied them, deciding to stick with aspirin. Every part of his body screamed out in protest with each step Seth took back to the dressing room to grab his things with Dean. Roman had gone outside to pull the rental up to the entrance so they didn't have to walk through the part of the parking lot designated for WWE Superstars. He wouldn't be driving them though because fans were still lurking outside of the arena to take pictures of Superstars and Divas departing. Roman was no longer able to be spotted with Seth and Dean in public, which meant they couldn't go to the gym together like they used to or share hotel suites. Dean assured the big man everything would be fine and he'd drive them back to the hotel, alert enough to do it. Stephanie and Hunter had a separate rental car waiting for Roman along with a hotel room, much to his vexation.

"I really want food and a bed." Seth grumbled, pushing open the door to the Shield dressing room and stopped at the sight of Liliya Young standing in the middle of the room along with Lilianna. What were the Lilies doing here? "Umm…"

"What are you two doing here?" Dean decided to ask the question Seth was hesitant on, standing beside his friend with slightly narrowed blue eyes.

Liliya's eyes were only for Seth and she could already feel the emotions welling up inside of her, wanting to go to him. "I just…I came to make sure you were okay." She directed that at Seth, though he didn't catch onto it. "Where's Roman?"

"He had to leave before us." Dean said quietly, already knowing why Liliya was here and stepped away from Seth to walk into the bathroom. "Excuse me."

The Lilies nodded at his retreating form, but Liliya still didn't look away from Seth and suddenly wished Lilianna would leave as well. She wanted a few minutes alone with Seth, but she wouldn't ask Lilianna to get out because the woman was nice enough to come with her. There was no reason to stay because Roman had left, so Lilianna made herself scarce, promising to text Liliya when she got back to the hotel. Liliya wondered sometimes if Lilianna was a mind reader and watched her walk out the door, her gaze going back to Seth. Those chocolate eyes pierced her, drawing her in and Liliya closed the distance between them, reaching her hand up to run the pad of her thumb across the thick white bandage.

"Tell me the truth, are you okay?" Liliya didn't mean for it to sound like a demand, but the worry shined through her citrine orbs and flooded her voice.

Seth chuckled with a heartwarming smile and took the hand stroking his forehead, holding it to his bare chest. "I've been through worse, Lyla. I promise I'm fine. Not the first time I've been cracked over the head with a chair." He released her hand to run a finger down her cheek, towering over her 5'8 beautiful frame.

The simple touch from this man sparked all of Liliya's nerve endings of her body into tiny flames that would eventually engulf her in a forest fire only Seth could put out. "I'm glad you're okay. I was worried…" Did she just admit that openly? What was Seth Rollins doing to her?!

"Worried about little ol' me?"

Seth grinned, ignoring the pounding in his head for the moment because of Liliya. She was the perfect distraction and this was the first time they had a moment alone in quite some time. He didn't know what it was about Liliya Young that drove him crazy and made him have an overwhelming urge to kiss her every time he saw her. Maybe it was the dark pink hair or her gorgeous citrine eyes. Or maybe it was the way she dominated in the ring whenever she had a match with Lilianna. Even one-on-one Liliya was incredible and Seth enjoyed watching her every chance he got. He'd had a crush on her since developmental and it was time to stop hiding how he really felt about her. It was time to drop his balls and just tell her before someone else came along and swept her off her feet. That's why he'd been on Dean about telling Jecina Shaw how he felt. She too was a beautiful woman with a heart of gold and any man would be lucky to have her, though Seth had his eyes on only one woman and she currently stood in front of him.

"Of course I am, like I wouldn't?" Liliya retorted, trying to hide her nerves and knew she failed miserably, her body flooding with new heat at the way Seth currently looked at her. There was something different in his chocolate eyes she hadn't seen before and it made her stomach twist violently. "I'm always worried about you, Seth."

"Then allow me to thank you properly." He dropped his voice an octave and wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her even closer to him until their chests met, his eyes never leaving hers.

Her mind raced along with her heart as soon as he pulled her closer, splaying her hands on his bare chest and couldn't push him away. He was going to kiss her. That much Liliya's mind registered and she could only watch as his head dipped, his sweet breath brushing against her lips. He was so close and all Liliya had to do was reach up just a little on her tiptoes to connect her mouth with his, every part of her craving to be kissed by Seth. Just as their lips were about to touch for the first time, the bathroom door opened and Dean's voice shattered the moment in pieces. Liliya instinctively jumped away from Seth, her cheeks flaming with embarrassment and kept her eyes glued to the floor, trembling from the anticipation of being kissed by him.

"You ready to go, bro? Food is calling my name." Dean said, dressed in a pair of dark blue jeans and short sleeved yellow polo shirt, his hair slicked back with water again.

"I'll – uh – see you around, Seth." Liliya quickly vacated the dressing room before she was further humiliated and flew out of the arena as fast as she could.

Seth groaned, wanting to go after her, but he had a feeling in his current condition he wouldn't catch up to her in time. "Fuck." He growled, feeling his head throb violently along with the pulsating erection pressing against the confines of his cargo pants. "You have awful timing, bro."

Dean was confused and didn't know what Seth was talking about, wondering where the Lilies scampered off to. "Weren't the Lilies here?" He had to ask and held his hands up when Seth shot him a glare. "What?"

Sometimes Dean could be really clueless, or maybe it was just the fact he'd been blasted too hard with the chair from Roman. "Nothing. They had to leave." He blatantly lied, pulling on a red t-shirt and snatched his bag off the floor, stalking out the door with Dean following suit.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa calm down, Rollins." Dean caught up to him with ease, ignoring the small throb in his head and clamped a hand on Seth's shoulder. "What did I miss?"

Did Seth tell him or keep the fact he nearly kissed Liliya Young to himself? "You interrupted me almost sucking face with Lyla." He wanted to make Dean feel guilty since the man didn't need staples in the head like he did. "We nearly kissed and you walked out of the bathroom."

"Holy shit, are you serious?" Dean cringed at Seth's confession and felt like a gigantic dick for ruining his best friend's chance with Liliya. "Fuck man, I'm sorry. Damn, maybe you'll get another chance." He'd make sure it happened since it was obvious Seth and Liliya had a thing for each other.

Seth heaved a sigh, walking down the hallway with Dean heading for the exit. "I'm not sure about that. She flew out of the room like her ass was on fire. Maybe she was having second thoughts or felt ashamed for nearly being caught in a moment with me." He hoped not because Seth wanted to be with Liliya in every way and he could feel the heat between them the moment she touched him. "She came to check on me, said she was worried."

"That's a good sign then, man. That means you're on her mind." Dean stated, clapping Seth on the back with a smile and pulled the keys out of his jean pocket to the rental. "Roman already called to check on us. He feels bad for splitting us open, even though it was intentional. I told him we're fine, but you might wanna give him a buzz once we get to the hotel and let him know we're cool."

Nodding, Seth understood why Roman felt the way he did because they'd been traveling up and down the roads for over a year together as a unit. Now they were split apart and forced to go their separate ways. He was worried about their friendship along with Dean and Roman, none of them wanting things to change just because their careers were going in opposite directions. Seth was worried about Dean feeling animosity toward him for taking the United States title off of him in the upcoming month so he could start his tag team with Jon Moxley…Dean's twin, of sorts.

"Will do." They tossed their luggage in the backseat and hopped in the rental with Dean driving, pulling away from the arena a few minutes later. "So, what is your mindset with Jon Moxley? I know it's been a few days since we've brought it up…" He and Roman had done their best not to bring up that name to Dean because he was incredibly upset the first night they met Jon.

Dean tightened his hands around the steering wheel a little, staring straight ahead and remained silent for a minute, trying to get his mind on track. "I don't know honestly. What am I supposed to think and feel? The man looks identical to me besides longer hair and a bad attitude." He'd heard through the grapevine of WWE how Jon Moxley had a hard time listening to authority and abiding by rules, even hitting on a few of the WWE Divas. As long as he stayed away from Jecina Shaw, all would be fine between them. "I'm here to do a job and if it means teaming with someone who looks like me, so be it. I'm not gonna let anyone push me out of here."

"Oh I know you're not." Seth knew the WWE was Dean's life, his bread and butter, his everything. The day he quit wrestling was the day he most likely died and something told him Jon Moxley had the same type of passion for the business. "Don't you find it a little…too coincidental that Stephanie and Hunter just happened to find him out of everyone in the Independents? I think there's more to this and you need to investigate it." He was only being truthful with Dean and knew the man respected his bluntness.

Truth be told, that's all Dean could think about the past couple days besides Jecina, who was always on the forefront of his mind. He'd been distracted though and she'd noticed it, questioning him on what was going on. Dean had changed the subject, not wanting to talk about Jon Moxley because he simply wasn't ready. Thankfully, she hadn't brought up the man or else Dean would've had to cut their nightly visit short, instead talking about the Shield split. Jecina wasn't happy about it, but she understood and told him to be careful, that she'd be watching from the kitchen. Dean's cheek still burned from a soft kiss she planted on it and he instinctively reached up, remembering the softness of her lips against his skin.

"I plan on it." He finally said after a few more minutes of silence, stopping at another red light and mentally cursed his wretched luck that night. "I'm calling my parents on our days off and paying them a visit to find out what's going on. If they know who Jon Moxley is, I don't know how I'm gonna deal with it, but I'll cross that bridge when I come to it." Dean knew he was adopted at birth, given up by his birth mother for personal reasons and it'd been a closed adoption. "They never mentioned me having a twin brother or anything…"

Seth's chocolate eyes shot open, his mouth hanging open at the possibility of Jon Moxley being related to Dean. "Y-You think…" He couldn't bring himself to ask his friend that question and swallowed hard when Dean just nodded solemnly.

"Closed adoptions don't reveal that information, not that I know of anyway. Hell, they could've adopted just me and not known about Moxley. It's too much of a coincidence though. We have to be related somehow in some way and, if not, then the universe has one fucked up sense of humor. Mom and Dad never told me if I was one half of a set of twins. They would've known though, I think…" Dean's head was pounding harder with all this thinking and the thought of his parents keeping this secret from him for the past 27 years was slowly eating away at him. "What if he is my long lost twin? What would you do if you were me?"

Seth blew out a long breath and shook his head, scrubbing a hand down his face. "I honestly don't know, bro. That's pretty…deep. That's something you deserve to know the truth about and if they kept it from you all this time…"

He couldn't imagine the Ambrose family keeping this from their son, but adoptions were tricky and some parents never revealed the truth about being adoptive parents. It was a sticky situation any way a person looked at it and Seth couldn't fathom having a twin out there somewhere with his face. Anything he said to Dean wouldn't do a bit of good, though he didn't blame the man for wanting answers. The fact he was basically saying Jon Moxley could possibly be his twin brother since he was adopted at birth made Seth believe that the Ambrose family had a lot of explaining to do…unless they didn't know the truth.

"You'll find the answers and you know Roman and I are here for you through it all, man. You don't have to go through this alone." Seth stated, clapping Dean on the back and looked out the window as the rest of the drive was made in silence.

In 2 days, Dean planned on getting all the answers he needed and could only hope his family hadn't kept the fact he had a twin brother away from him for 27 years.