Hello, lovely readers!

I hope you all had a lovely Valentines/Galentines/Palentines day this week. My fiancé and myself had a lovely day together which I really enjoyed. So I hope you all had a great day regardless of what you did.

Also a huge congrats to Naomi and Bray Wyatt for winning their titles at Elimination Chamber. Both were well overdue and well deserved for both of them!

Moxley Gal1 – The options are completely open for Seth now in the romance department

Labinnacslove – They really are! They as awkward as one another

Sonicmeansspeed – Yes! I will be having some in-ring action coming up in future chapters for sure.

Tantoune – It was a jam packed chapter lol. She will be telling Becky soon enough. And as for Seth, the whole Zahra thing will be better for him in the long run

Jayandaaron438 – He will be telling her soon enough. Question is, when?

76ers – Indeed!

Espeon44 – Yes he does. Definitely

Seahawks3 – How so?

Titans8 – Aww, thank you!

Peace486 – There will be plenty of Georgie and Dean scenes coming up

Brookeworm3 – I don't like to give away any spoilers, but I have everything planned out ready for this story

Ambroserollinsgirl – I loved writing their little hug scene

WeirdGeekyGoof – If anyone can cheer Seth up, it's The Shield. They always have his back. The romance is building, and it will be awesome when it finally hits

DeeMarie426 – I agree. Seth was in the long relationship and he's much better out of it.

Wolviegurl – Hope you enjoy the new chapter

Dawnie-7 – Dean is a terrible liar, Georgie sees right through it. But bless him for trying. And Seth is hurting, but things will get better for him

Ambrose-kohli-girl – That's the thing, Georgie knows everything that's happening. So she has to judge everything carefully.

KaylsDaughterOfHades – Yes, there were a tonne of interesting developments here. The Seth stuff sucks, but it will get better. He didn't need to be in that bad relationship and things can only look up. Enjoy your camping trip and I eagerly await the update on Family Doubts

Rkosgirl1 - I agree, the hugs between them can always be so sweet

This chapter is named after 'Don't Fear The Reaper' by Blue Oyster Cult

Georgina Hale's Point Of View

We took Seth out to a bar that night. It was just a local one not too far from Dean's place. After what had happened Zahra, all he wanted to do was go out, get drunk, and drink his sorrows away. And since we were in Vegas, home of some of the best bars in America, it wasn't too difficult for us to find a place.

I was grateful for the few days we'd had off work. The next string of live events began tomorrow night, so we could easily use this one night off to help Seth before we had to be back hard at work again.

I just hoped tonight was enough to pacify him for now. It was a few more days before our next set of off days, but I knew work would be a good distraction for the guy. It would put his focus elsewhere and make him think of anything but the woman he had just left. And until then, we could easily occupy him with drinks, banter and all the company he needed to get over his broken relationship.

We soon found a bar not far from Dean's apartment, grabbed ourselves an empty table once inside, and settled in for the evening, ready to do what we could for our heartbroken friend.

Roman fetched a tray of beers for the five of us, beers which would no doubt be the first of many, and we each took one, taking a sip of the ice cold liquid.

We chatted idly for the first few minutes, coming up with simple and easy topics before we knew we had to pretty much address the elephant in the room. Seth wasn't talking much so we knew we had to get to the bottom of what happened in order to allow him to open up and get past it.

"So… what exactly happened, dude?" the Samoan asked cautiously, his wife placing her hand upon her husband's knee. It was easy to see that Galina hated seeing Roman saddened by the tough time his friend's were going through. It was lovely to see her support for him. I really did like the woman.

"We thought you'd be gone till tomorrow," Dean said. "I didn't think we'd see you till the live show."

Seth had downed his beer rather quickly and was already calling the bartender over for his second.

"I guess we got shit sorted pretty quickly," he said, staring at his empty beer bottle. "Why stick around with a selfish bitch who doesn't want me there?"

I looked at him sadly, seeing the crease in his brow and the way his eyes looked sullen and lost. It was so heartbreaking to see him like this, and I wanted more than anything to make my friend smile again.

"Look, we don't have to talk about it if you don't want to," Roman said.

"It's fine," he said. "You'll have to find out at some point anyway."

"Just take your time," I encouraged.

"I… I flew out and drove straight to our place. She was there, of course. She'd just got home from work. She was surprised to see me there but she wasn't exactly pleased. She went off on one about how I should have given her some notice I was coming and shit, and it just set off yet another massive argument."

"I'm so sorry," said Galina sympathetically.

"We said some pretty nasty things to each other, some of it I'm not proud of, but the arguing died down and we began talking about us, about the real shit that needed to be discussed." The bartender arrived with Seth's beer and he began sipping it immediately. "We both felt the same. We weren't close anymore, we'd grown apart, work and distance had made things harder, and perhaps we weren't as in love as we once were. Everything was pretty much cemented after that."

"I'm really sorry, Seth," I said, placing a hand on his arm.

"Me too, dude," said Dean sorrowfully.

"And it's not like that's the end of it," he said in annoyance. "Now I have to move out, we have to split the furniture, the house, all our shit. Nothing can ever be simple, can it?"

"What you gonna do?" Roman asked.

"It makes sense for her to keep the house," he said. "I'm always travelling and it's closer to work for her."

"Listen, you can crash at mine all you want until you get some place of your own," Dean offered. "My door is always open to you, buddy."

"Thanks," Seth said. "And I appreciate it. But I'm gonna stay with my folks for a few weeks, I think. Get some family time in outside of work until I get back on my feet."

"Well we're all here if you need us," I told him. "Any time, any day."

"Thanks, guys," Seth said with a half smile. "But let's not talk about it for the rest of the night. I've got a lot of shit to sort and the last thing I need reminding of is my ex-girlfriend. I just wanna have some drinks, be distracted and think about anything but her."

"We can manage that," smiled Roman. "And for that we need more drinks."

So Roman stood and went to the bar, ready to buy the next round.

xXx

We were drinking late into the night, enjoying one another's company and doing everything in our power to keep Seth positive and upbeat. It was difficult, Seth going quiet and reclusive quite often throughout the night. But we did what we had to, all four of us rallying round our friend, making sure he didn't sink too low or get too sad. The alcohol helped, but so did the conversation.

We talked about wrestling, video games, football, anything we could to take his mind off the situation. Roman and Dean reminded him of old times and the funny shit they all used to get up to. This caused him to laugh on more than one occasion so I knew we were helping.

After finishing our next lot of beers, I knew it was my turn to get the next round. So once I knew everyone's orders, I made my way up to the bar with my purse. I grabbed the bartenders attention straight away, told him what I wanted and waited for him to prepare our drinks.

The bar wasn't overly busy as it was a week night, so I knew it wouldn't take him too long to get our beers. But I pulled out my cellphone whilst I waited anyway, checking my social media.

"I have to say, I didn't expect to see you here tonight, Miss Hale," came a voice from beside me.

I swallowed. Hard.

It was a voice I recognised, a voice I hated, and a voice that I despised. The hairs on my arms stood on end at the sound of it, my breath catching quickly in my throat as I cast my eyes slowly to my left to see none other than Randy Orton standing there.

Oh shit…

What the hell did he want tonight of all nights?

Again, much like it had been with Charlotte earlier in the day, this was the first time I'd seen Randy one on one since the night of the attack. And much like I had with Charlotte earlier, my body soon became rigid with fear, every instinct within me telling me this was not a good idea.

It didn't matter if we were in a public place and it did not matter if The Shield were here, anywhere with Randy present meant danger and trouble would not be far behind.

"What the hell are you doing here?" I asked with a tentative quiver in my voice, putting my cellphone back into my bag.

"Well I worked hard at the live show tonight," he said. "So I figured a beer wouldn't go a miss." He raised his half full glass to show me. "How come you're here tonight, Miss Hale?"

"None of your business," I said, looking away, my eyes eagerly searching the bartender out, my fingers tapping anxiously on the wooden bar. I needed him to hurry up with our drinks so I could just get out of here and be as far away from this disgusting vile man as possible.

"Someone is angsty tonight," he said, and I could hear the smirk in his tone. "Loosen up a little. It's a bar."

I rolled my eyes, willing him to leave, willing him to go away, but that was never going to happen. Randy enjoyed basking in other people's misery and I could tell he was having far too much fun with me right now.

"I am loosened up, thank you very much."

"How's your head and ribs?" he asked out of nowhere.

I froze at his question, a blatant reference to the injuries he'd caused me that dark night all those weeks ago. The night where he beat me black and blue, laughing and enjoying himself the entire time he did it. The man was sick in the head.

"I thought you out of anyone would be the last person to care," I said to him.

"Well it's nice to see you back in the ring. And this soon too," he noted. "You recovered well from what happened."

I glared over at him. "You're sick in the head."

He smirked. "So I've been told many times. But you're made of something special. We didn't go easy on you, and yet here you are, weeks later, back in the ring again."

"Maybe I'm a hell of a lot stronger than you thought I was," I said bravely, doing my best to stand up to this idiot.

"Maybe you are," he said, taking a step closer to me. "I've said it before and I'll say it again… you'd do very well in The Authority with the strength and determination you have."

I didn't wait around any longer for the drinks, they honestly weren't worth it. The shit Randy was spewing was making me sick, annoyed, and winding me up to no end. I didn't want to be here anymore in a place where he was. So I left the bar, not caring about the beers, heading right back to our table, marching through the crowded bar without looking back.

Roman frowned when he saw me return empty handed. "They ran out of beers or something?"

"I want to leave," I said, swallowing hard, wanting to go before Randy could even attempt to follow me and talk to me more.

"What's wrong, sweetheart?" Galina asked me with concern.

"Randy's here."

And with those two simple words, everyone suddenly became on alert, Roman and Dean standing up, looking around with watchful eyes. Galina gasped whilst Seth sat there half asleep. The guy was completely drunk so I didn't expect a reaction from him. But Dean grabbed my arm, pulling me quickly behind him, every sense in his body on alert.

"Where is he?" he growled, and the fear of Moxley emerging instantly hit me.

Not now… Not here…

"It doesn't mater, I just want to go," I said.

"Where the hell is he, Georgina?" he asked, turning back to look at me, his eyes growing considerably darker. "I'm gonna beat the fucking teeth out of his mouth."

"I don't want any fighting and I don't want any arguing. I just want to leave and go home," I told them. "Please."

My words seemed to hit home, Dean nodding as he and Roman jumped into action. Galina grabbed their jackets whilst Roman grabbed the sleeping Seth, carrying him on his back as we all vacated the bar, heading down the dark and empty street back to the apartment.

Roman and Galina walked ahead with Seth, but Dean stayed back with me, walking at my pace.

"Are you okay?" he asked me attentively. "What did he want? Did he say anything? Do anything?"

"I'm just a little surprised for seeing there," I told him. "He just wanted to talk, but I just wanted to get out of there." I chanced a glance up at him, seeing the restraint he was trying to keep as we moved, using every ounce of energy to keep Moxley at bay. I knew he wanted nothing more than to come out, march right back into that bar and beat Randy Orton within an inch of his life. "You okay, Dean?"

"Fine," he said. "It's just the usual shit. You-know-who wants out. Let's not focus on it."

I looked sadly up at him, seeing his fight, seeing his struggle, wanting to help in any way that I could. And then I quickly remembered… I could help. In fact I'd helped many times before. I wasn't sure how or why but I could handle Moxley if the time came for it. And now seemed one of those times.

So as we walked, I slowly and carefully slipped my hand into his, feeling his soft skin against mine, linking our fingers together, giving his hand a gentle squeeze of reassurance. Dean looked down at our hands before looking up to me in bewilderment.

I offered him a caring smile, squeezing his hand once again. "I'm here, you know. I can try and help if you need it."

Knowing now what I knew about Dean, I wondered if my affection towards him helped in more ways that I originally thought in order to keep Moxley at bay. I knew they both had feelings for me, but Moxley had said Dean felt it more. Perhaps my closeness and tenderness gave him a boost, perhaps it gave him the strength to push Moxley away and keep his own conscious at the forefront for me.

Maybe it wasn't me that sent Moxley away. Maybe it was Dean's own feelings for me that kept him fighting.

"Aren't I supposed to be the one helping you here?" he asked me.

"How about we help each other?" I suggested. "I need you to get me home, and you need me to keep Moxley inside. I know now is not the time for him. You know it too and so does Moxley himself. I'll help you keep him in if you make sure I get home safely."

He smiled, and I felt his own hand hold mine tightly, his thumb rubbing the back of my hand.

"Deal," he said as we rushed to catch up with the others.

xXx

Once we were home, we managed to put Seth safely to bed on the sofa. He was drunk and completely gone, so the best thing for him was to get him straight to sleep. Roman took off his shoes whilst Galina went to fetch his pillows and a blanket to make the make-shift bed. I went to the kitchen and prepared the headache tablets and water he'd no doubt need the second he woke up in the morning for the throbbing hangover he would no doubt feel.

Once the bed was set and the medication was on the coffee table waiting for him, Roman and Dean settled him down and covered him with the blanket, Seth was old cold the second his head touched the pillow. He drifted off into a deep sleep, one I knew he wouldn't wake from till the morning.

I hoped the evening had been useful to him and had caused a good distraction from his problems. A relationship coming to an end is one of the worst feelings a person can ever feel. You feel lost, heartbroken, like nothing can fix the pain of what has happened.

But I hoped the company we offered and the distraction we had given him had helped in some way. I just wanted him to feel even the tiniest bit better tomorrow.

Roman and Galina made their way to the spare room, and once I saw Seth was tucked up safely in bed, I knew it was time to get some sleep myself. So Dean and I grabbed the camp-bed that had been left out of the way in the corner and we began to set it up, being as quiet as we could so as not to wake Seth.

It was pretty easy to set up and we did it within a few seconds. Dean reached for the pillows and blanket, setting it up until it made a fully fledged bed. I jumped as Seth stirred in his sleep and I looked over at him, my face sad, my shoulders dropping.

I felt so sorry for him, I really did. He was such a great and wonderful man, and he didn't deserve to be going through this type of shit. Any woman would be lucky to have him, and Zahra treating him like she had was not something he should have ever been subjected to. I just wanted the old cheery Seth back.

"He's gonna be okay, you know?" Dean said, breaking my thoughts. I looked back to him, seeing the bed ready to sleep in.

"I hope so," I said. "I hate seeing him like this."

"We all do," Dean replied. "But Seth is a strong guy. He's gonna be fine. There were girls before Zahra and there will be plenty after her. He won't be like this for long."

"I suppose the only good thing about this is that he's rid of her," I suggested.

"He was in a bad place with her and he can only get himself into a better one now. The world is his now he's rid of her, and that's a good thing."

I smiled at him. "You really care about him, don't you?"

"Course I do," Dean said. "The guy is one of my best friends. He's practically my little brother. I only want the best for him."

"Me too," I smiled, giving Seth one last look before stepping away from him.

"How are you doing anyway?" Dean suddenly asked. "You okay now?"

"I'm good," I said, giving him a smile of assurance. "More worried about Seth than I am myself. How about you?"

"I'm always okay," he told me. "Moxley has calmed down so I couldn't be better. Thanks for your help back there, by the way."

"Don't worry about it," I said to him. "We helped each other out, so we're even."

"Fair enough," he smirked as I walked over to the bed. "Hey, listen," he said, stopping me in my tracks. "Why don't I sleep here tonight? You can take my bed."

I blinked, looking at him in surprise. "I… You sure?"

"Course," he said. "It's only fair. You've been stuck on this thing all week and I haven't exactly been much of a gentleman by letting that happen."

"You've opened your apartment to us," I argued. "You've been more than a gentleman."

"Well not gentlemanly enough," he said. "You deserve the bed tonight. I'll take the camp bed."

I couldn't help the sweet smile that slid onto my lips at his words. "Only if you're sure."

"I'm positive," he replied. "Plus I kinda wanna be here for Seth when he wakes up."

"Makes sense," I said. "I guess I'll take the bed then and see you in the morning."

"Sleep well, okay?"

"You too," I said, giving his arm a gentle squeeze of thanks as I walked past him.

"Oh, and Georgina?" he called, my head looking round to face him. "As long as I'm around, you never have to worry about Orton. After the shit he pulled last time, I promised myself I'd never let him harm you again. And I stick to my promises. Don't fear him, alright?"

I nodded gently, biting my lip. "Thanks, Dean."

He winked at me goodnight and I headed into Dean's bedroom. I'd been keeping my case in here all week since I had no real room of my own, so I changed into my pajamas quickly before slipping into his bed.

I had to admit, it was a little strange being in it, especially after the latest revelations. But the strangeness wasn't an awkward one, it was sort of nice, like I liked being here. The sheets were soft and warm, the quilt big and cosy. I switched off his bed-side lamp and lay down, getting myself comfy under the covers. I yawned and took a deep breath, smelling Dean's familiar scent on his pillows.

The smell filled my nose, a large and goofy smile gracing my lips. I closed my eyes and was asleep in seconds, feeling more content than I had in a long time.

Again, a huge thanks to Moxley Gal1, labinnacslove, sonicmeans speed, Tantoune, Jayandaaron438, 76ers, espeon44, Seahawks3, Titans8, peace486, Brookeworm3, ambroserollinsgirl, WeirdGeekyGoof, DeeMarie426, wolviegurl, Dawnie-7, ambrose-kohli-girl, rkosgirl1 and KaylsDaughterOfHades for their reviews.