Here we go... I don't own anything but my character Brit Ryan! Enjoy!
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Brit held her head against the palm of her hand propped against the car door window, consumed entirely by the silent ride back to the hotel. Dean was still fuming about what he heard back at the arena, about Seth wanting to meet up with Eva. Why he was possibly screwing around behind Brit's back made his head hurt. She was perfect and there was no doubt in his mind about it. Seth had clearly lost his mind, which was amusing since they referred to Dean as a lunatic.
"Thanks... For driving me back," Brit mumbled, dragging him away from his thought. She sighed as she leaned her head back in the seat, desperate for small talk of any sorts rather than silence.
"No problem," Dean shrugged, glancing at her as they stopped at a red light. "Should I even ask what happened?"
Brit groaned in frustration. "It's nothing..."
"Doesn't seem like nothing... Something's up if you asked me of all people for a ride."
"You make it seem like I have to avoid you," she mumbled, staring out the window.
Dean chuckled lowly. "Cause that's how it's supposed to be, isn't it?
"I never wanted that."
"It's what he wanted..." Dean grumbled.
"Well I'm doing a pretty shitty job at avoiding you, aren't I?"
"You did a pretty good job at it for almost a year now... Why the sudden change?" He dared to question.
Brit shrugged. "I don't know," she more or less whispered. She knew damn well why but admitting it would cause a shit ton of harm, like last time.
"You'd be a lot more convincing if I actually heard you," Dean chuckled.
"I know," she admitted, her eyes flickering from the bright lights as they pulled up to the hotel. But on a whim, for what ever reason she didn't know, she faced him with a small smile on her face. "Hey," she said.
Dean gave her a funny look. "What?"
"Let's go out... Get something to eat. I don't have to be home yet," she said with an eye roll.
"It's not you I'm worried about, baby." His nickname for her was enough to make her shudder and the look on Dean's face was satisfying. He started the car again, pulling out of the hotel entrance and back onto the road.
"Where do you wanna go?"
"I don't care... Just bring me some place with food. I'm starving."
Dean obliged, pulling into the first food joint he spotted. They ordered through the drive thru, opting to eat in the car instead of facing camera crazed fans.
"Don't look at me like that," Brit mumbled, shoving a fry into her mouth. "It's not every day I get to indulge and stuff my face like this."
"I'm not saying anything," Dean chuckled, looking out to the busy street in front of them.
"Good."
"You should have won tonight," Dean said. "I miss seeing the gold on ya."
"Me too," Brit agreed. "Maybe you should have won too if you actually had your match."
His gaze fell upon her, smirking that devilish smile she missed so much. "Oh I won."
She turned in her seat, resting her chin against the palm of her hand. "So... How you been?"
Dean shrugged. "Can't complain. How's uh... How's the kid?" He asked, a frustrated sigh escaping his lips. She didn't know what to say at first and the awkward silence only made this tension between them worse.
"Jake's good," she managed to say.
The silence filled the car until it was no longer bearable. Dean shifted in his seat, staring at Brit from the corner of his eye. He watched as she bit her lip, her chest slowly rising from a deep exhale. She pondered even mentioning the subject they abandoned six months ago but since Jake's name was brought up, she figured why not.
"Can I ask you something?" Her eyes met his and he nodded, leaning his head against the seat.
"Why didn't you take the test?" she mumbled, feeling her stomach twist in knots.
Dean sighed, starting out the windshield in front of him. "You know why I didn't... As long as he's in the picture playing dad, why should I?"
"Because I'm starting to wonder if that's what we all need at this point," she said, their eyes meeting again.
X
It was almost midnight and Seth sat on the edge of the bed with his head in his hands as the guilt weighed heavy on his shoulders. Behind him in the mess of sheets lay Eva, naked and sleeping from their quick romp.
He'd never felt this bad since his first fling and maybe Red finally unleashed this guilt hidden within him. Deep down he knew Brit had changed... She chose him instead of Ambrose for God's sake but he couldn't deny his jealousy which led him to Eva's hotel room.
Quickly he swiped his discarded clothes from the floor, dressing in a rush and heading out the door before she woke.
He walked down the hall of the hotel with his hands shoved in his pockets, his hair a mess as he navigated to the nearest elevator. Pressing the button he waited anxiously, grumbling under his breath.
"Fuck," he mumbled as the elevator doors opened, revealing his enemy. Dean leaned against the side, his hair dampened with sweat from a late night work out after his outing with Brit. He needed something to help his frustrations loosen as their conversation resonated with him- She was now reconsidering a DNA test. But that thought was haulted as Seth entered the elevator slowly as if he were dragging his feet. Dean couldn't help but smirk as Seth retreated in the furthest corner away from him, dreading the short elevator ride to his floor.
"Might wanna wipe that red shit off your face before you go up to your girl, Rollins," Dean muttered.
Seth glared, paying no attention to him.
"Might wanna fix that hair of yours too cause it looks like big red fucked you good."
Dean grinned as Seth started to approach as if he was ready to knock his teeth in. The two glared at one another, just inches away from each other. Dean swayed side to side like he was mocking Seth, aching for a response to his obvious infidelity.
"You don't know shit, Ambrose," Seth muttered.
Dean's expression soon turned to stone as he leaned in closer. "I know all about that girl you're fucking around on..." He gritted through clenched teeth.
"Like I said... You don't know shit," Seth repeated, as if he expected Dean to play along.
"You're a fucking idiot if you think I'm going along with this. I'm not gonna stand on the sidelines, watching you do this to her."
"Don't know what you're talking about, man," Seth mumbled in response.
"You and Red... You got shit going on behind Britney's back. But that's okay... Just proves to me how much she should've been with me instead of you," Dean said, taunting him.
"Stay away from her," Seth threatened.
"If you keep going the way you are, I'll be there snatching up what's mine, Seth."
The doors slowly opened and Seth stepped out of the elevator in a huff, storming down the halls to the hotel room he was sharing with Brit, fixing his hair and wiping at his lipstick stained face just as Dean suggested.
X
"Please welcome my guest at this time, Seth Rollins," Saxton announced as Seth walked into the shot with a less impressive look about him. He folded his arms across his chest, glaring as he awaited his interview.
"As our viewers at home might know, there are some rumors going around that you have petitioned The Authority for control over Brit Ryan's contract. Is there any truth to that?"
Seth's glare intensified. "That's true," he answered. "What I'm doing is saving Brit from a deadly career move. Come on... Her and Ambrose? That's a bunch of crap and the entire WWE Universe knows it. I asked The Authority for control over her contract because I know she needs all the help she can get and I'm willing to forgive all of this. She belongs by my side, in my corner... There's no doubt about that."
"Do you think she'll take you up on that offer?" Saxton dared asked.
Seth inched closer, his glare menacing and his eyes piercing. "Oh she will," he answered, "But if she doesn't, then this is just the beginning of a world of hell for the both of them."
With that he left the shot, slowly dragging his feet down the busy hall in search of Brit. They hadn't spoken in a couple days, with her flying back home to be with Jake while he resumed his travels. He tried to call but every time he was sent straight to voicemail, which only drove him back to Eva's bed.
He'd slept with her a couple more times after that night, as if Eva were a stress reliever. He was like a drug addict- having a taste and giving it up wasn't an option. He'd been pulled in too deep, the clutches of desire sunk in his skin only tightened if he chose to stop.
Leaning against the wall, his eyes softened as he spotted Brit cradling Jake in her arms with her mom, Steph and Nattie hovering over them in awe. She noticed him, giving him a small smile. He nodded in the opposite direction over to his locker room, hoping she'd join him before their segment to smooth things over. He watched as she nodded, a sigh of relief that maybe she was ready to talk. He stole one last glance of her and turned on his heel, slipping into his dressing room to wait.
"He's just the cutest thing," Steph gushed, unable to process the little boy staring deep into her eyes.
"You make very attractive babies, Britney," Nattie laughed.
Brit shook her head, her stomach dropping to the floor as she spotted Dean strutting down the hall with Roman by his side. His eyes bulged when he realized who and what she was holding; his possible son. The little boy looked his way for a second but that image burned into his head. Except for his dark brown eyes, he resembled both him and Brit to a tee. It was scary.
Roman took a double take as he realized Brit was holding onto Jake, and Dean was standing right beside him. This was the first time he'd ever seen the baby, and he was beyond thankful Seth was nowhere to be found.
"Oh Dean! Just the guy I wanted to see," Steph said, calling him over.
He walked over, trying his hardest to avoid the little boy staring in his direction.
"I just wanted to go over a few things for your guys' segment with Seth tonight," she said, turning her attention to Brit as well. Nodding, she handed Jake over to her mom Kate who snatched him in mere seconds.
Steph, Dean and Brit slowly walked over to a secluded corner in the hall, distancing themselves from the rest. "I wanted to ask you personally, and I'm telling you now that Hunter is completely against it but I think it'll bring a bit more edge to this storyline. Creative and I were throwing around the idea of the two of you together for a match tonight- a good old intergender match courtesy of The Authority to implement that the two of you would do anything for each other."
The two nodded in agreement, a smile of satisfaction on Steph's face. The plan was finalized with creative, lining them up for an early start after commercial break. Brit couldn't even sneak away and talk to Seth as he was being informed of the switch up, readying himself to appear in the ring first.
"That was your first time seeing him, wasn't it?" she asked as the two made their way down the hall from creative to the pit.
He nodded, fidgeting with his tapped wrists. "Roman showed me pictures when he was smaller... But now, he's... He looks like me, Britney," he said, unable to deny the resemblance.
Brit sighed. "So you notice..."
"Of course I did," he scoffed. "Except for the brown eyes, that kid looks exactly like me... What? Is Seth oblivious?"
She couldn't even find any words. She knew it were true as time went on and although Jake was a spitting image of Brit, he was beginning to resemble Dean to the point where it was unavoidable. "You wanna know?" she whispered.
"At this point, I think we need to," he said, both standing in front of gorilla as they awaited their cue.
"Tonight, I have requested that Dean and Brit face one another tonight just to prove that neither one of them is safe especially when they are pitted against each other," Seth informed. "So, with that being said... Start the match right now! Right now!" he shouted into the microphone as he glared at the top of the ramp, awaiting their arrival.
"You promised me it would happen if I asked, right?" Dean mumbled, grabbing a microphone. "So I'm asking... Can we do the test?" he asked before his music started.