He was such a damn fool, he realised as he watched her at work in the ring. The safety of backstage did little to lessen the ache inside he felt as she decimated everyone who came up against her. What he should have done, what he should have done ages ago, was apologise for being a stupid idiot, and for making such shitty decisions. Footsteps came over towards him and he had a familiar shadow appear next to his left shoulder.

"If you've come to berate me for being a fool, I can assure you I am well aware." He said. There was a low chuckle from the person. "What do you want H?"

"To apologise myself." The response created a frown.

"What?" There was a heavy sigh from the man.

"Listen. Steph and I were talking last night. We should have told you everything from the start too. Shouldn't have kept our mouths shut and let you two butt heads. You might be in a different position if we had." Hunter scratched his chin, and shook his head with a sigh. "We're both sorry for what part we played." Undertaker nodded in acceptance before he spoke again.

"It's ok. I think I can live. Well, just about."

"Just about?" Hunter asked, looking at his colleague with a raised eyebrow.

"I'm going to tell her…tell her everything." He decided aloud.

"Everything?" He nodded as Hunter looked at him surprised.

"She deserves to know the truth. Every single part of it. I'm going to come clean." Another nod to himself as if he agreed with what he was going to do. "I'm going to tell her how I feel, why I did what I did. How sorry I am. Maybe she'll listen, maybe she won't. But at least I've tried, and that's the important thing here. I have to try." He said as his number was called and he went to head to the ring.

Of course, how was he supposed to come clean when he didn't exactly stand a chance to get a moment alone with her to talk. It was nigh on impossible. He tried to catch her after the Rumble, but she scattered before he could get a word in edgeways. He repeatedly tried before RAW and Smackdown, and the next thing he knew it was Valentines day the next day. He couldn't do it on Valentines, that would be really shitty he decided. The night before would have to do.

He had the biggest bunch of roses he could get his hands on. He had rehearsed what he was going to say time and time again that day. He had to get it right, this was the only chance he had to make it right. Hunter had wished him luck as he headed towards the ladies changing room. It seemed everyone he passed knew what he was going to do, as they all gave him encouraging smiles and nods.

He waited outside, hoping he was there alone. But he quickly found he wasn't, as Roman arrived. He leant against the wall not far from Undertaker as they waited, the younger man giving the flowers he held a raised eyebrow.

"You trying to win her back?" he asked quietly. The tone of his voice did'nt bode well, undertaker realised. He decided civility was the appropriate response right then.

"No. Trying to apologise." Undertaker said. Roman nodded as if he agreed with this course of action. Undertaker looked over at the man. "Look, Roman…I know how you feel about her."

"I doubt that." Roman said, shaking his head.

"Roman, I might be old, but I also know love when I see it. At least, in other people. You care about her as much, if not more, than I do." He replied. Roman let out a bark of laughter.

"You don't fucking care about her!" He said, his voice raised all of a sudden which made Undertaker step back, wary. A fight was brewing behind the younger mans eyes, he could see it. He narrowed his own eyes at Roman as if he wanted to knock his teeth in. Which in truth, he kind of did. The faint creak of a door opening and closing reached the ears of both men and both men ignored it. "You don't love her like I do!"

"Oh don't I?" Undertaker growled back, trying his hardest to not use the large bunch of flowers as a weapon. It sure as hell was tempting.

"If you cared about her, you wouldn't have broken up with her in the first place!" Roman threw the accusation at him like a javelin. It hit a target, though he didn't think it was the one Roman had intended. His heart instead of his pride.

"It's because I care about her that I broke up with her. But I don't expect you to understand that." Roman gave an incredulous snort in response.

"Really? Do you know what it's like having seeing her at her most scared, her most vulnerable, because you broke her heart? To see her cry day in day out, plaster on a brave face in front of the crowds, and then see it vanish the moment she came back stage? No, you don't. I do. I love her, I'd do anything for her, anything to protect her. I don't think you would do anywhere near the same." Roman said in disgust, the distance between the two men closing slightly as they threw their verbal barbs at each other. Undertaker had finally had enough.

"DO YOU KNOW WHY I BROKE UP WITH HER?" He yelled. "Do you? I broke up with her, because I was afraid that if Brock Lesnar knew about how close we really were, how much I truly loved her, she would get the shit kicked out of her by him! Just because we beat him at Wrestlemania, he wanted revenge, she would be the right person to get it with. THAT'S WHY I BROKE UP WITH HER, TO PROTECT HER! AND I'VE REGERETTED EVERY SINGLE DAY SINCE." A silence descended on the pair, which was abruptly filled by a small voice.

"I..I can't deal with this right now…" Both men turned to see the owner running down the hallway, footsteps echoing behind her.

"Ceridwen wait!" Undertaker yelled, making to go after her. He was stopped to his surprise by Hunter, and realised his and Roman's yelling had drawn a crowd. People looked on in surprise and shock. Whether it was because Undertaker had admitted he loved someone, or just the scene in general, Undertaker didn't know. He went to push past Hunter again, but the man held firm.

"I think the pair of you have done quite enough." He said, throwing out a hand to stop Roman as he intended to rush past, leaving Undertaker in the dust. "Leave her alone, the pair of you."

She ran blindly, not sure where she was going, until she found herself in the ring once more. The turnbuckle became a resting place for her as she slumped down against it, her eyes blurry with tears. What on earth was going on? What was happening? She'd heard Roman's confession of sorts, that he loved her. That Taker had been afraid she would get hurt by Lesnar and let her go.

"This is not why I joined the WWE!" she sobbed aloud, as if speaking would give clarity to her thoughts. "I came here to wrestle, not for love. Not for this!" Sobs wracked her body as she sat in the corner, wishing it would all go away. Was Undertaker telling the truth? He could be, her mind said, recalling for her the way he had acted when he realised Lesnar had figured out they were an item. He was worried, concerned, Ceridwen knew that. Had he really cut her lose like that, so that she wouldn't come back pleading, and instead use her anger at him to stay away? And then Roman, who had been there for her all along. Who'd had her back even when she didn't have her own. Was this why, because he loved her? A small voice somewhere in her mind asked her how she felt about him. The answer was, she didn't know. She cared about him, true enough, he was her friend. Was he just a friend?

"This is stupid, this is crazy. I can't deal with this." She said to herself, wipeing her eyes on the t-shirt she wore. A hand held out tissue from her side, making her jump slightly. It was, to her surprise, John Cena. He gave her a gentle smile as she took the tissue from him to clear her face.

"I figured you could do with a friend right now." He said with a smile.

"Thank you."

"Things have gotten a little heated back there." He said, nodding his head towards the backstage area where raised voices and threats of bodily harm could be heard.

"Yeah, I can tell. Sounds like they want to smash each others heads in." Ceridwen gave the arena entrance a glance, before shaking her head. This was a nightmare. John heaved himself up on to the apron , slipped under the bottom rope and then sat up, leaning against it.

"You want to do it for them?" he asked, getting a chuckle in response.

"Maybe. It's tempting, I'll admit." Ceridwen took a deep breath, exhaled and looked up to the ceiling. "I didn't ask for any of this, John. I just…I just came to fight."She said, her head against the turnbuckle as she gazed at the rafters. "I came to learn from the best. My heart wasn't part of the bargain."

"I know. You've been through hell, and you can't deny that, to be able to stay here and fight." He replied. Ceridwen nodded.

"It's true. I've bled for the ability. And challenging The Undertaker, what a fucking idiot, right?" She said, laughing at her own antics.

"It wasn't your smartest move, was it?" John added with a laugh of his own. "But the thing is…now what?"

"I have to deal with two men who truly care about me, one way or the other, and also want to beat the shit out of each other." She shook her head. "How the fuck do I do that?"

"Easy." He said, earning a raised eyebrow in response. "No, it is. You fight."

Ceridwen went back to her hotel room that night, her mind now even more confused by what John meant. What, or who, was she supposed to fight in this situation? Her mind was plagued by this thought as she walked along the hotel's corridors. Getting in her room, her feet crunched on something on the floor. It was a couple of pieces of folded paper.

He lay in his bed, wondering if he'd done the right thing. Roman's outburst, and the subsequent threats to all but disembowel Undertaker if he hurt Ceridwen again, had not helped matters. Perhaps he had been naïve to think he could ever apologise to her. After everything he put her through, everything he did. He wasn't expecting everything to go back to the way it was, but he was hopeing it would at least ease some of the tension.

When he awoke the next day, it was with a heavy heart and the feeling of unease that had been prevalent the night before. It was Valentines day. Romance and flowers all around. Well, except from him. Maybe he could at least give her the flowers, it would be pointless to let them go to waste. Tonight they had a house show to go to, he knew both Ceridwen and Roman would be there. It was not going to be pretty if he and Roman came face to face again. The younger man was incensed that somehow, Undertaker had basically thrown Ceridwen aside, and then decided to pick her back up, as Roman said "The moment he thought someone else was interested.". Of course, then he threatened to disembowel him with a blunt spoon if he so much as hurt a hair on Ceridwen's head. Undertaker wiped his face with his hand as his alarm gave him its usual ten minute reminder. It was going to be a very, very long day.

He went to the canteen and got a large mug of coffee. The smell filled his nose as he took a sip, feeling the warmth as it tra velled down his throat. Coffee was good, Undertaker decided. He went and sat down to savour the liquid energy in his hands, and to try channel his thoughts. He was surprised, however, to find two familiar figures walk over and join him, each with mugs of their own brew.

"Everything ok?" asked Undertaker as he looked at them with a frown of concern. Both men looked shattered.

"I wish it was."

"What do you mean Seth?" Undertaker's frown deepened.

"Well…"

"Just tell him, Seth." Dean said, trying to keep the irritation out of his voice.

"Tell me what?" There was a sigh and a slight drop of the shoulders from Seth.

"Roman seems to think that he'd pretty much already won Ceridwen's heart, and he's not taking kindly to you suddenly turning up as he put it, with roses and expectations of a reunion." Seth shook his head.

"You don't agree with him, I take it?" Undertaker asked carefully. Both men shook their heads, a small snot of laughter coming from Dean.

"Do we fuck." He said, before taking a gulp of his coffee. He grimaced as it was hotter than he thought, before continueing. "Aside from the fact we spent several hours last night talking, yelling and anything else we could think of to tell him that a) this was Ceridwen's choice, and b) you were entitled to a chance to explain yourself."

"Look, while we don't agree with what happened, how you acted towards her, after hearing what you said the other day a lot of things made sense." Seth said, doing Undertaker the honor of looking the man in the face as he spoke. "I appreciate that you tried to spare our friend from Lesnar's claws, as best you could. Probably not the right way to go about it though."

"No, you're right about that. I didn't think that through really." Undertaker shook his head. "So now what do we do?"

"I think the only thing we can do, really, is let Ceridwen make her choice. After all, it's up to her who she wants to be with, isn't it? You, or Roman."

Ceridwen held the paper in her hand and was looking for him. Considering the papers contents, she was actually kinda angry. He had the balls to cause a scene outside the locker room, but not come directly too her? That wasn't going to fly. John's words telling her she needed to fight actually made a lot of sense now. It was herself she needed to fight for. Not to fight for Roman's affections, or Undertaker's. She had to fight to be heard, not to be a prize won between the two men. Rounding a corner, she saw him heading her way.

"Roman Reigns!" She yelled aloud, making him look up in surprise. The surprise immediately became concern on noticing the paper in her hand. "You've got some fucking nerve, you have."

"I have?" Ceridwen reached him in record time, and held up the papers, scrunched in her hand.

"Did you really, truly think that two pages of "I love you's" and reminders of how much you had my back was going to be enough to make me hand over my heart?" She asked, half growling, half yelling. "You could tell the entire locker room how you felt, you could yell it at Undertaker when all he was trying to do was apologise, but when it comes to telling me, it's written down on pieces of paper and shoved under my door?!"

"Look, I admit, it wasn't how I wanted to tell you…" he began, faltering under the glare he was now getting.

"Oh really? Wasn't it?" she said, before screwing up the paper and throwing it at his feet.

"No…I've been trying to get the guts up to tell you…." He began, faltering again. Next thing Ceridwen knew, he had her head in his hands, and his lips pressed against hers, her arms trapped between her body and his in a feeble attempt to push him away. He finaly pulled away after what felt like an age.

"I'm sorry," He began as she stepped back out of his reach. "I…I've wanted to do that for months…"

"You've wanted to kiss me against my will?" Ceridwen asked, fingers touching what felt like bruised lips.

"Look…I love you, ok? I love you so god damn much, all I want is a chance."

"Yes, all he wants is a chance." Ceridwen span round on the spot, and was horrified to be confronted by Undertaker, Dean and Seth.

"Taker! This…this isn't what it looks like," Ceridwen began, as Undertaker shook his head, turned and walked away. "Taker wait! Please!" Ceridwen ran after the man. He shook his head making her falter in her tracks, before stopping completely. Under her feet lay the now trampled bunch of flowers that he'd held last night. Behind her, she heard Seth and Dean berating Roman.

"Roman Reigns, what the fuck have you done?!"