"Seth Rollins?"

Glancing up from his phone, he stood and followed the nurse, whistling a soft toon under his breath as he went. They entered a small room, where his knee X-Rays were on display, reminding Seth even more why he was here.

"Doctor will be right with you," The nurse promised , before leaving him alone.

The soft click of the door closing brought all the air out of his lungs, and the happy toon died on his lips. He approached them and tried to wield them to say what he wanted to say. To wield the doctor to clear him. He felt great, felt like he was fine and could return, but he felt that way months ago. Now was the time to find out if how he felt matched his body. God he hoped his body was okay.

The last three months, they were rough, he couldn't lie. Once Jackie moved back to Vegas, a tid bit he learned from Sam (Dean's girlfriend and his sister), he couldn't return to his normal routine because she was his routine. Whether it was waiting around for her to show up, or going to therapy, or simply texting her throughout the day. She was all apart of it, and then suddenly she wasn't. So he adopted and did whatever he could to stay in a healthy mindset.

Part of that meant being single. For good.

"Mr. Rollins, I'm Doctor Shellan," A pretty blonde smiled, shaking his hand.

"Nice to meet you," Seth greeted, smirking at her blush when he held on a little too long. He was single. Not dead.

"So you're here to get cleared to wrestle again, right?"

"Yupp.."

"Alright. Let's look at the X-Rays." Ten minutes later of looking and asking questions, Seth started to sweat. He figured it would be a quick yes or no, he didn't realize it would be so drawn out "As of right now, Dr. Shellan said slowly, "I would have to say…"

xXx

The black leather couch beckoned him like it had done for the past 7 months, the TV waiting to be turned on. His empty fireplace and mantel gleamed without dust, his kitchen scattered with empty dishes and takeout containers. If he looked into the bedroom he could see it scattered with cloths and an unmade bed. He drank in the sight, a smile coming to his lips, because while he loved being at time, he liked the road more, and he was on his way back out.

xXx

"Oh snap, oh snap the champ is here!"

Seth chuckled and accepted the hugs from the New Day. "Who am I? John Cena" He laughed.

"Back three months early, you may as well be," Kofi said.

"Yeah, what did you do, swap tips and secrets?" Big E asked, quickly jumping on the bandwagon.

"They were talking late at night, whispering encouragements," Xavier added.

"Yeah, and while we were doing that yall still aren't champions yet," Seth said, making all three men gasp.

"I see how it is," Big E said, feigning an injury, clutching at his chest.

"Let's leave this negativity behind boys," Kofi said.

"Positivity Seth, positivity!"

He was positive. He was back, about to have his first match in almost a year, and was in the best shape of his life. He was ready for this. That certainly didn't mean he wasn't nervous, or anxious. Excited, yes, but that didn't stop the jitters. He was going to go to the loading docs, where he normally went to chill, but he was trying to change things up, including here.

So he chose to continue to wonder the halls, stopping to chat and greet random people, glad to be back. But still, he couldn't help but wish that she was here. He didn't think about it until he was left alone, which wasn't anything new honestly, but she should be here, shouldn't she?

He remembered her being here for Roman and Dean's return, and despite all they went through, he thought at the very least they could have a business relationship. Not needing this to weight on is mind, he decided to hunt someone down to find out.

"Is Jackie here? I figured I'd see her by now."

"Right. She was at headquarters last week to go over all the details, but she's on personal leave. So shes here in every way possible, just not here."

Good old Mark, trying to pacify every situation and smooth it over, but as far as Seth saw it, she wasn't here, and that's what mattered.

xXx

"First rounds free, after that you gotta buy your own shit. Its your return, not you rising from the dead," Dean grumbled, shoving him his drink.

Seth couldn't help but grin at his friends issue with doing a nice task and took the drink. "I wasn't expecting your cheap ass to buy me anything anyway."

"Cheap? I'm not cheap."

"You bitch about having to pay for toll booths," Roman cut in, making the blonde man narrow his eyes.

"Funny coming from the guy who never buys gas."

"Why would I pay for gas when your lead foot waste it!"

"Glad to see nothings changed," Seth snorted, taking a chug from his beer.

"Except now I pay for toll booths and have to listen to these two bitch."

He grinned at the pale, brown eyes beauty sitting next to Dean. "Now you know what my role was in The Shield."

"Except Seth didn't suck my dick."

That earned a chorus of groans from everyone at the table, and a smack to the side of his head. Dean simply grinned and pulled her closer to him, kissing the side of her head, and she seeing her melt into his touch, made Seth's heart ache. Damn this. This was why he avoided drinking, it made everything raw, and he couldn't ignore his feelings. After all these months, they were still there, and acts of display like this only brought them out more.

"Have you talked to her at all?"

He glanced up and met Sam's eyes, allowing his guard down under his sister's gaze. "No. She's on personal leave."

"Then go see her."

"She moved out of Iowa, remember?"

"But not out of America. Grow some balls man!"

He jerked back at her slap on the table, looking over at Dean. "How drunk is she?"

"Not drunk enough to let this slip. Go see her Seth! Go get your girl!"

"Remember when you were a damaged mess? Can we go back to that?"

"The very least you can do is apologize."

"Apologize for what?"

"Maybe jumping right back into bed with Zahra," Dean said.

"Or for even putting her in that situation,," Roman added, making Seth's eyes widen and look over at his sister.

"Did you tell everyone my business?"

"Don't be dramatic. Besides, they were worried," Sam said, instantly making Dean and Roman reassure Seth they weren't.

"She was just talking out loud," Roman said.

"And it was upsetting her, which means I won't get laid."

"I have her address."

That made all the attention turn to Sam, Dean with raised eyebrows.

"Why the hell do you have her address?"

"Why wouldn't I?"

"Why would you?"

"Why do you care?"

"Who said I cared?"

"You have her address?" Sam redirected her attention to Seth and nodded once, making his wheels turn.

xXx

Three o'clock sitting in an almost empty airport, Seth say leaning over his knee, phone in one hand, a slip of paper in another. He dialed the familiar number he'd grown to memorize, and patiently waited, grimacing as it went to voicemail, but wasn't deterred,

"Hey sweetheart. I uh, I'm just calling to let you know that I'm coming. I should be there tomorrow. I know you probably don't want to see my right now, and I can't blame you, but I… I miss you. I've missed you since the moment you left. And maybe I have no right, but I'll see you soon sweetheart."

Dean's girlfriend Sam is in reference to my other story We Are the Damaged, check it out if you want.