Hello, lovely readers!

Another day, another chapter, and we're getting into some good territory with this story. I'm really excited for the next few chapters coming up. They're going to be fun and drama filled so I hope you're all ready for it.

Also if you haven't already watched it, go watch the Kenny Omega vs Okada match from Wrestle Kingdom 11. It was epic! Easily one of the greatest matches I've ever seen. My fiancé is a total Omega fan-boy so we watched it together and we loved it!

Nattiebroskette – You're right, he needs to be careful. But Dean has never been in this situation before where he actually cares for a woman, so he's at a loss over how to act. But he does need to watch himself

Titans8 – I have plans for Seth and plans for Becky

Espeon44 – Of course they will!

Seahawks3 – You'll have to wait and see

76ers – Seth definitely needs a better woman in his life

GeorgiaDeanGirl – Georgie ain't takin' no crap!

Tantoune – Jealousy is an ugly trait and it's hitting Dean hard. He definitely needs to wisen up and be careful

KaylsDaughterOfHades – Dean is totally new to all this, but he's going the wrong way about it. he thinks he's right, but instead it's going to push Georgie away. He needs to rethink his tactics and listen to Georgie more if he has any hope of getting her back on side

Labinnacslove – Oh yes. Jealousy is the perfect word to use for Dean Ambrose at the moment

Deanee – That's fine, that's your opinion. Thanks for the review!

Angelsdee327 – Hahaha! Yeah, it is certainly a weird position to be in to be telling a guy and his personality to fuck off

Wolviegurl – Yes he is!

Ambrose-kohli-girl – Dean is very threatened, and since he's never been in the position of caring for someone before, its making him act irrationally.

Rkosgirl1 – Georgie is her own person and she isn't going to take shit from someone, especially when it's unwarranted. And yes, you definitely guessed Sami's intentions off the bat lol

DeeMarie426 – Time will tell. But he's going to have to eat a lot of humble pie when the truth does come out

Guest – I think since he was so vile to her at the start, there's no way Dean could go as far as liking her. That's why she doesn't see the truth. Plus his ugly side is overshadowing a lot right now

This chapter is named after 'A Sadness Runs Through Him' by The Hoosiers

Georgina Hale's Point Of View

Raw wasn't the easiest of shows to say the least. Far from it. In fact I couldn't wait for the whole thing to end so that we could just get out of there and have some fun. It felt weird, it felt awkward, and none of us seemed ourselves.

Dean and I weren't talking, Dean seemed to be in the worst of moods, and Seth was just moping around and sulking the whole time, barely making conversation with anyone. The only good thing about Raw was we got to see Roman again and we finally got to meet his wife.

Galina was absolutely adorable. The woman was wonderful. She seemed so sweet and kind and lovely. She was drop dead gorgeous, and the way she and Roman were around each other made my heart want to melt. They were so in love and so happy. It was a lovely sight to see.

Not only that but she seemed like such a nice and genuine woman. She greeted me warmly and spoke to me like we'd known one another for years. We had only met for a matter of minutes before the show but I knew I already liked her.

But once the pleasantries were out the way and Raw began, the awkwardness soon returned. Roman did his best to smooth things out, but it's sort of hard when two members of the team aren't speaking to each other, and the other member doesn't want to speak to anyone at all.

It was safe to say our match tonight was quick and straightforward so that we could get out of the ring and back to our locker room. It was a mixed tag match with myself and Roman going up against Dana Brooke and Dolph Ziggler with Dean and Seth supporting us from the side of the ring. We won, of course, but the pin could not come quick enough.

I was just dying for the night out where I could be surrounded by my other friends and would have a better chance of getting Seth out of his shell.

So once Raw was finished and everyone was showered and changed, we all met at the bar in the city that we'd agreed on.

Well, I say all of us… Dean politely excused himself from the night's plans, opting to stay at home rather than come out with all of us. I personally didn't give a shit as it would offer me a welcome break from the guy after our argument, but I hoped it wouldn't play too much on Seth's mind. He still had Roman, Galina and I there, plus many people from the roster. And his friend not being there was not a slight on him. But it still had me concerned.

Then again, Dean would be the least of his worries anyway since what was happening with Zahra weighed more heavily on his mind.

I brought him drinks, people tried talking to him and Galina even tried to get him up to dance once or twice. But nothing was working. Seth still wasn't reacting to anything. So I stepped away from my conversation with Becky to go and talk to Mr Rollins.

"Hey, come on, cheer up," I said, gently nudging Seth with my shoulder as I took my seat. "Tonight is supposed to be about putting a smile on your face, remember?"

"I guess," he said, gently tearing the paper label from his bottle of beer. "Just kinda hard."

"Well you're surrounded by friends, alcohol, a nice bar… what's not to enjoy?"

"Not all my friends."

I sighed, knowing exactly who he was referring to.

"Hey, I have no problem with Dean being here, he was the one who chose not to come."

"I get that and I understand that. I just hate it when you guys fight. We had so much of it at the beginning that it's horrible to see it again. I just want you both to get along."

I looked at him for a few brief seconds before I spoke. I hated what I was about to say considering I wasn't in the wrong, but I knew it would cheer Seth up.

"Tell you what, next time I see him, I won't shout and I wont argue. I'll sit with him, talk with him and hash all this out."

"Really?"

"Yeah," I said. "You're right, we had enough of this stupidity at the start of my time with The Shield. I don't exactly want a repeat of that."

"None of us do."

"So do you feel a bit better now?"

"A little, I suppose…" he said as he turned back to play with his now empty beer bottle.

But he didn't seem any happier. In fact he just seemed worse. He wasn't even trying to cheer up or join in with anything. Seth had been quiet throughout the entire show tonight and it was something that was so odd and alien to see. He was usually so cheery and so happy, but tonight he had been the exact opposite. The anger he had felt initially had now turned into sadness and it made me wonder what exactly was going on in his head.

Sure his girlfriend had not come to visit him this weekend, but there would be plenty of other opportunities for them to get together. And Dean and I were arguing but I'd come up with a solution to fix that. It made me wonder if there was more here than he was saying. It seemed the sadness ran deeper than we first expected for him to act this way.

This wasn't the usual Seth and I wanted to find out what had him so down.

I lowered my voice, leaning in a little so as to not let anyone else hear in on our conversation.

"Seth… what's going on?"

"What do you mean?" he said as he glanced over at me.

"I don't know," I said. "I just feel this is going beyond what's happened this weekend. Is it still because of Dean and I?"

"No, not at all," he assured me. "You said you're going to fix things and I totally trust that you will."

"Then is it because of… Zahra…?"

The way his nostrils flared and his eyes grew sad and heavy told me I'd hit the nail on the head. This was definitely to do with the man's girlfriend.

"You don't wanna hear about it," he said. "I'm just being a miserable mopey bastard. You don't need to listen to my problems."

"Hey, that's not true," I said softly to him. "Of course I do. That's what friends are for, right? To listen to one another's problems? You helped me out with my problems on more than one occasion so I want to return the favour. I haven't met Zahra so I can't make too much of a judgement, but I'm happy to give you advice."

"I thought tonight was supposed to cheer me up, not make me worse," he said, chuckling lightly.

"Perhaps a woman's point of view might help," I said, encouraging him to speak. "And anything you say can stay between you and I. I won't tell a soul. Promise."

He stared at his empty beer bottle for the longest time, my eyes watching him closely, practically seeing the cogs turning in his head. I knew he was trying to make a decision and weigh up the best things to tell me. But this was Seth's issue, he could tell me as much or as little as he wanted to. I just wanted to help.

"Things… they haven't been great between Zahra and I for a long time," he began. "Things aren't what they used to be. We talk less, we see each other less, and when we're together, we aren't as… intimate as we used to be. I don't know if it's our jobs or the distance or the fact we see one another so rarely, but we aren't as we once were. I dunno, it's strange."

"That happens to couples sometimes," I said.

"This weekend was sort of the last straw. We haven't seen each other in two whole months, and that's a long time for us. I've missed her and I couldn't wait to see her. But putting an extra shift at work before seeing me, a shift which she wasn't obliged to do and could have easily said no to… it's made me wonder how important I am to her. I think we're really drifting apart."

"Well do you love her?" I asked.

"Of course I do."

"And you want to be with her?"

"I…" He was thoughtful for a second or two. "I used to. I mean, I still do really. But at the rate things are going, I don't know how long it can last."

"You need to talk to her, Seth, and hash all this out. You need to discuss any issues you have and try to fix them. And if that doesn't work, then you can call it a day. But at least you will have tried to fix it. You'll never forgive yourself if you don't try. And who knows, things might work out."

He looked over at me with a half smile.

"You're exactly right. Things need to be talked about."

"Go visit her on our next set of days off," I suggested. "Hell, go in the next few days if you have to. Look what this is doing to you, it needs to be sorted soon."

"I know," he nodded. "I guess I can look online at flights in the morning."

"Please do," I encouraged him. "I want the old Seth back. I miss him. We all do."

"Thanks, Georgie," he smiled. "I think a drink is needed. I've been staring at this empty bottle for ages now. You want anything?"

"No, you go ahead," I smiled, my friend standing and walking over to the bathroom first. I watched him go, resting back in my seat, hoping my bit of advice would help.

Relationship problems were never fun for anyone, but Becky had said before how difficult outside relationships could be to maintain due to our schedules and how much we travelled. Seth just needed to speak to his girlfriend and talk things out. It was the best thing he could do and the only way he was going to sort this. No matter the outcome, at least he will have tried. Then he can move on regardless of what happens.

The scraping of a stool moving along the floor pierced my ears, catching my attention and causing me to look towards the bar. I frowned at first, not recognising the person in the darkness of the bar, but the leather jacket and fluffy brown hair soon gave away who it was.

I was surprised to see him here after our argument, but I supposed he would show up eventually for the sake of Seth. He wasn't sitting with us and I wasn't even sure he had seen us yet. But he was here.

Dean fucking Ambrose.

He waved over the bartender as he took his seat, a bottle of whiskey and an empty glass soon being brought to him. I watched as Dean filled the glass up to the brim before drinking it down in one gulp, already filling it up again. I sighed, watching as he slowly knocked back glass after glass of whiskey. I didn't want him getting drunk or inebriated. I knew Dean could handle his drink, but he wasn't exactly in a good place after our argument. I had enough to deal with trying to help Seth. I didn't really want to add Dean to my list too.

But I figured it was best to leave the man to himself at the end of the day. Seth needed us more and Dean hadn't even wanted to come tonight in the first place. If he got himself into a sorry state, it would be his own fault and it would be none of my business. Seth had real problems. Dean was just being a grumpy bastard.

That's when 'Little Monster' by Royal Blood began to play through the juke-box, the opening guitar riffs of the song quickly grabbing my attention. I loved this song and so did Sami. It was a song we often screamed out full blast together, something we'd play video games to. We'd even seen the band in concert with a few of the other NXT guys once when they played a gig in Florida.

After the argument with Dean and the cold shoulder he was currently offering the group, I really needed distracting right now. Becky was with Sasha sorting her makeup out in the toilets, Roman was too busy with Galina, and Seth was still in no mood to dance despite tonight cheering him up a little.

So I tore my eyes away from Dean, stood up, walked over to my buddy and shook him gently on the shoulder.

"Yo, Zayn," I said, my friend looking up from his drink. "Come on, we're dancing. This is our jam, remember?"

"You took the words right out of my mouth, Hale," he laughed as he stood and we went to the small dance-floor situated by the jukebox. We shuffled in amongst the other dancers and began to move to the music.

There was nothing graceful or fluid about our movements. In fact we looked terrible, but we didn't care. It was one of our favourite songs and all we wanted to do was head-bang and play air guitar in time to the music. We mouthed the words to each other and moved our bodies in a completely un-orderly fashion, loving every second of the song. My long hair was flying around in every which way, but I didn't care one bit. I was having a fucking good time and that's what mattered.

We were jamming like 12 years olds going to our first concert, totally uncoordinated, but that was just Sami and I. That was our friendship. We were goofy, we were silly and we had fun. That's what Dean didn't understand. There was nothing bad or underlying in our friendship. We were just the best of friends, seeing each other as practically brother and sister.

But as I chanced a glance over in Dean's direction, it was pretty obvious Dean didn't see it in that way. He'd clearly managed to spot us in the crowd of dancers.

His blue steely eyes were fixed on me like a pair of magnets, following my every movement, assessing my every action, judging everything I did. His mouth was set into a tight line, his body twisting around so he could watch me from his seat. His back remained hunched over, but I could tell from that angered look on his face that the last thing he wanted to see was me enjoying myself with Sami Zayn.

Seriously… what the actual fuck is his problem?!

But I didn't have a second to consider the answer before Dean pushed back from his stool, leaving an empty glass and empty bottle of whiskey on the bar, standing up and staggering out of the bar.

I shook my head, the man clearly drunk as he slugged his way to the exit. He'd gotten himself in a pointless state for god knows what reason and now he was going to struggle to get home. He was being ridiculous, petty, and a little pathetic if I was honest. I was dancing with a friend, there shouldn't be an issue. But from Dean's reaction he had made it an issue.

Well I didn't care. If he wanted to act like that then he could. I was not getting involved in his stupidity.

And then Seth's words began to annoyingly echo in my head as I watched Dean walk out of the bar...

I hate it when you guys fight. We had so much of it at the beginning that it's horrible to see it again. I just want you both to get along…

Dean was going to struggle. He was taking this all harder than he should, and he clearly needed help.

I sighed, knowing I'd obviously have to be the bigger person in this situation. It had become abundantly clear that Dean was not going to make the first move in fixing this, so I would have to instead, especially with the state he was in. And I had promised Seth I'd talk to him.

So I excused myself from Sami, claiming I was going to the bathroom, when instead I headed for the exit, ready to finally speak to Dean.

Again, a huge thanks to nattiebroskette, Titans8, espeon44, Seahawks3, 76ers, GeorgiaDeanGirl, Tantoune, KaylsDaughterOfHades, labinnacslove, Deanee, angelsdee327, wolviegurl, ambrose-kohli-girl, rkosgirl1, DeeMarie426 and guest for their reviews