A/n: Well, it's been a while since I updated this. I definitely hit a roadblock there for a while. I hope you all enjoy. Please let me know what you think with a review :)

Seth should have listened to Cesaro. He was more tired than he thought. His eyes were drooping shut every half hour or so. But, one look back at the bastard Moxley sleeping with his arms aroA/und Evy and he would jump awake only to repeat the process. He would do this for over ten hours. Every once in awhile, someone would stir in the back of the plane, but for the most part he was left alone with his thoughts as the others slept.

By hour 4, Evy stirred. He didn't hear her approach until he heard her yawn behind him. "Uncle Seth?"

"Hey squirt." He answered tiredly. She climbed into his lap and cuddled into him, placing her head on his chest and listening to his heart. He felt as if this were the first time the poor girl had relaxed since this whole fiasco began. He gently rubbed her back, trying to comfort and reassure her, but he could still feel her clinging to his shirt. He pulled her away so he could look her in the eyes. They were glassy and bright with tears threatening, but she was holding it together surprisingly well considering.

"Uncle Seth, I want my daddy back." She sniffed quietly, whispering to him.

"I know." He said back. "We'll get him back."

She sniffed again and wiped her nose on the back of her arm, "I think that man is going to try to hurt you. I don't want him to hurt you."

He took her small face in his hands and made her look at him. "You listen to me." He said. "He might try, but I won't let him hurt me, or you, or uncle Roman, or anyone. Your daddy is still in there somewhere and if I know him at all he will claw and fight to get back to you."

"I know." She sniffed.

Then he hugged her close again, "You're doing so good, Evy. You just need to keep it up for a few more hours."

"But, he knows I know."

That shocked Seth a little, but he tried to keep himself calm. She did not want to be around Moxley any more than she had to. Seth had asked a lot of her, things he shouldn't ask of a six year old, and he felt for her. "Well, why don't you stay up here with me then?" He offered and he felt her nod against him. "You can be my co-pilot."

"What's a co-pilot?"

He smiled and piled her into the second chair in the cockpit, buckling her in as best he could with her small frame. "A co-pilot helps the pilot fly the plane."

Her little eyes lit up,"You're gonna let me fly!?"

"Sure!" He laughed. "Grab that wheel there and hold it steady."

She did as he bid laughing and giggling. "Like this?"

"Yup!" He said. "Now keep it still. I'm going to let go."

He lifted his hands off the pilot's steering and smiled as she squealed with delight. She was doing as he asked, not moving the wheel, but absolutely thrilled that she was flying. In all honesty, he had switched the flight to autopilot a while ago, so there was no real damage she could do. He was just so happy to see her happy.

"Uncle Seth?" She asked suddenly. "Will you teach me how to do this for real one day?"

He thought briefly on how Dean would answer questions like this when she asked him. She always wanted to learn to be like him, and he knew if given the chance, she would be. She was a fighter, just like her father and just like her mother. "Maybe one day." Is how he answered. Yet, there was that hopeful twinge in her eye and he knew then that she would one day end up with HQ. It was inevitable.

She stayed with him through most of the rest of the flight. By hour seven, Dean had woken up and was looking for her. Finding her in the co-pilots seat sleeping next to Seth as he flew twisted something in him and he smiled genuinely only to shake that off quickly. His smile changed to a scowl and he went to the cockpit. "What are you doing?"

Seth tensed when he felt someone approach him and rolled his eyes when he realized who it was. "What's it look like I'm doing? I'm flying the plane."

Seth wasn't looking at him. In fact, he was blatantly trying to avoid it. Moxley couldn't care less if Seth talked to him again, however Dean would. However, Seth was far from stupid, as was Moxley. "Seth, you've been acting strange since…"

"I'm not having this conversation with you." Seth interrupted.

Moxley had to suppress the growl of frustration and the anger growing slowly in his chest. Somehow, he managed a sympathetic sigh, he had to start planting the seeds of doubt or he would never be able to complete this asinine mission so he could finally be free. "I know you've been through a lot, man. We all have. I think you need to take a vacation when we get back. You remember that time you, me, and Roman went to Jamaica for that week after that mission in Brazil? Regal gave us leave and all we did was find an island and drink ourselves stupid."

There was a hint of surprise in Seths face and he knew he was on the right track. Hiding the smirk, he continued. "We all had so much fun. What we remember of it, right? So many margaritas."

"We tried to climb that waterfall." Seth added with a touch of a nostalgic smile. "Just wasted out of our minds. They kicked Roman out, remember?"

He knew Seth would try to catch him off guard. However, thanks to his little arrangement with Dean, he knew what really happened. "No, they kicked me out. I guess I shouldn't have pissed from the top of the falls, huh?"

Seth glanced at him quickly as if trying to gauge his sincerity. He wasn't sure if he had succeeded because the Shield Captain kept his face steady.

"We'll be landing soon." Said Seth flatly, obviously trying to get rid of him. "You should buckle in at your seat."

"Seth, seriously…"

It was as if something in him snapped and his head swiveled to look at Moxley with an angry glare that would cause anyone else to shrink back. But Moxley wasn't stupid enough to think Seth would actually do any harm to him. Even when he spoke, Seth's voice was harsh and caustic, lending to his obvious anger towards the man standing there. "Don't play the friend card with me."

Moxley faked a hurt look for dramatic effect, but he knew it would come off sarcastic and dark, "But, Seth, I have no idea what you're talking about."

"And don't you dare play innocent."

"Innocent?" Dean questioned with a laugh. "We want to talk innocence, Tyler Black? How about your innocence?"

"I'm far from innocent." Snapped Seth truthfully. "But at least I'm not a lying bastard like you. Right, Moxley?"

A smirk spread across Moxleys face. "You think I'm Moxley?"

"I don't think. I know." Retorted Seth.

Moxley snorted, "Based on what, exactly?"

Seth hesitated, having promised Evy he wouldn't say she told him. So he diverted the question. "It doesn't matter. I know who you are." Then, "Where's Dean?"

Moxley shook his head. "I am Dean."

"Stop lying to me!"

"I could be lying." shrugged the wayward personality, grin still plastered on his face as if he hadn't a care in the world. "I'd like to see you prove it. It's my word against yours. Who would they believe? That's the real question."

"I'm the current Shield Captain, they'll believe me." Growled Seth. "Besides, you admitted it."

Again Moxley laughed. "I admitted nothing. See, I can play this game for as long as you can. Who do you think will outwit the other?"

Seth was on his feet now, getting into Moxleys face with no fear. Neither man wavered. Seth was glaring angrily while he flexed his hands at his sides, ready to swing at him. Moxley knew this and didn't hide the smug look. The two men stared each other down long enough for someone else in the plane to notice.

Roman Reigns approached the pair carefully. "What's going on?"

It was Moxley who spoke first, quickly shifting his smugness to something more akin to concern and sympathy. "Seth is accusing me of being Moxley."

"It's not an accusation of its true." Added Seth, his eyes still glued on Dean.

Roman drew his brows together and looked between the two men, obviously not sure what to make of the situation at hand. "What?"

"Look at him, Ro." Said Seth. "Really look at him."

"He just up and accused me!" Moxley snapped. "I'm not Moxley! He's was a pretentious asshole. Don't you think if I was, I'd have done something by now? There's been plenty of opportunity."

"You have some sort of agenda!" Seth yelled, pointing a finger in Moxleys chest, growling at the audacity the other man had to look like he had no idea what he was talking about. "And I bet it has something to do with the Chairman and that Kevin asshole!"

To Seth's surprise, Roman pushed him back and held him away from Dean. "You need to calm down." The large Samoan said.

"Calm down!?" Snapped Seth, pushing Roman away. "You don't believe me?"

"Look, we've all had a hard few days." Said Roman carefully, trying to keep his voice level as if soothing a cornered animal. It was the very same voice he had used on Dean not a day ago when he was furiously trying to get past Punk to Evy. "Especially you two. And Seth, you've barely slept in two days."

"Yeah," added Moxley. With Romans attention on Seth, he was able to smirk at the seething Shield Captain. "Maybe your mind is playing tricks on you."

Roman turned to face him and he quickly dropped the grin. "And you." Said the Samoan. "You've been through a hell of a lot. You need to back off too." Then to Seth, he said, "how far are we from HQ airfield?"

"About an hour." He answered. "But who knows if we'll make it with that Lunatic on board!"

"Who are you calling 'lunatic'? At least I'm not imagining things, like some people on this plane!"

That was it. Seth lunged for Moxley, catching him in the midsection faster than he could react and sending both men tumbling out of the cockpit and into the main body of the plane. Cesaro and Nikki were on their feet at the sudden intrusion. It was Seth that gained the upper hand, pinning Moxley to the floor and grabbing a hold of his shirt collar, lifting and dropping his back to the metal grated floor over and over while screaming at him to admit he was Moxley. In all honesty, Moxley let him do it, knowing the outburst would discredit the younger man further. It was already obvious that Roman didn't believe him right away, and this didn't help his case. All Seth was doing was playing right into his hands and making himself look like an overexausted soldier who needed to be restrained.

And that's just what they did. Roman grabbed Seth around the waist and pulled him off of Moxley, who was doing his best to protect his head and face from the attack. Cesaro grabbed his legs and held them still even as he tried to kick. All the while, Seth continued to scream for Moxley to admit he was who he was.

Cesaro and Roman managed to zip tie Seth's hands and feet even as he struggled. "He's going to kill someone!" He yelled as they sat him in one of the chairs and buckled him secure. "Don't you get it! I'm not the one to worry about! He's dangerous!"

"Seth, snap out of it!" Roman shouted, looking set and ready to slap Seth if he had to. "Dean's right, if he were Moxley he'd have done something by now. Cesaro will take over flying the plane. You're staying back here where I can keep an eye on you."

"Roman, please." Seth half begged. "I'm not making this up. Just watch him! Don't let him hurt Evy."

"He's been with Evy this whole time." Said Roman. "They look fine." Then to Cesaro, he said, "You have tranquilizers in the first aide kit?"

"What!? No!" Seth screamed and struggled, only succeeding in tearing at the flesh of his wrists.

Cesaro handed Roman a small syringe and he pulled the cap off with his teeth before spitting it to the floor. He instructed Cesaro to hold Seth steady as he lined it up with the vein in his neck.

"You have to watch him!" Seth cried moments before Roman injected the drug. Immediately he felt the effects. His vision was unfocused and blurry, his body felt almost numb, and he could barely stay awake long enough to get out the word "Please."

"I'm sorry, man." Said Roman as he gently leaned Seth's now unconscious form back into the seat. "It's for your own good."

"He was talking crazy." Moxley said from the floor where he was rubbing the back of his sore head. "I don't know what got into him."

Roman rounded on him quickly, kneeling down and getting right in his face. At least Moxley knew enough to act surprised.

"Is what he said true?" He growled. "Did I just knock him out for nothing?"

"No! No way!" Moxley said. "I swear."

Roman searched his face for a long, almost uncomfortable, moment. Moxley knew he was trying to follow Seth's instructions and really look at the man in front of him. He didn't know what he found there, the large man deceptively hard to read. But he stood and offered his hand to Moxley. Thinking he was in the clear, he took the offered appendage, but was caught off guard when Roman wrapped an arm around his neck and held him still, calling for Cesaro to bring another syringe. The bald man injected the same tranquilizer into Moxley and he went limp in Romans grasp. Both Shield agents lifted him into a seat and buckled him in as well, making sure to secure him like that had Seth.

"Why'd you do that?" Cesaro asked. "Is he Moxley."

"I have no idea." Answered Roman honestly, wiping a hand down his face in exhaustion. "But if Seth is even a fraction of the way correct, were better off having him easy to control."

Nikki had a hold of the now crying Evy in the cockpit. They could see the entire interaction and Roman instantly felt guilty for knocking out her father and Seth, whom she was always close with. But he did what he had to do…

...didn't he?