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Aria's Shield

"You...are...kidding." Becky stared at me in disbelief.

"I can't believe I just told you that!" I buried my face in my hands.

"I can't believe you just told me that." Becky said in return; her eyes were still wide. "What...when...how...why?! Oh my goodness... Aria!"

"I've never told anyone that." I emphasised, wishing I could put the words back into my mouth.

"How did I not see this?!" Becky's flapped her arms around in excitement at learning new gossip. "I thought you guys were like...family!"

"I trust him like family, he's not actually..." I trailed off into a murmur.

"You and Punk?!" She finally said out loud. "I want details, like now."

"Alright, alright." I then glared at my wine glass, blaming it completely for my loose lips. "You already know my losing virginity story-" Becky nodded. "Well it kind of stems from there. At first I thought I was pretty cool, I lost my virginity to this hot muscular guy and everything was fine. When it hit me what I had really done, what I had given away to a stranger-" I looked down my finger nails. "It wasn't good." I frowned. "I felt like I had cheated myself. I was a sucker for the romantic movies where the girl lost it to the guy she loves and that the first time was special. I realised that I had ruined my chance for that."

Becky just blinked. "Where the hell does Punk come into this?"

"He's coming!" I exclaimed with a laugh. "He was in town that same week and I went round. He had his head shaved a couple months before,. I had a big crush on him growing up. He was the older guy that fake flirted with me, like Seth sometimes jokes with Roman's daughter." Becky nodded. "And his hair was now short and he had never looked better."

"So you did it?"

"No." I stated sternly. "He started asking me about how I found it when Cabana took me to IPW." I told her. "It took him just asking about it, for someone just to ask about it to make me spill my guts." I scrunched my hand into my hair. "I burst into tears about how I ruined what was supposed to be special, how I wanted it to be with someone who loved me, who cared about me. He was pretty good about it, he hugged me and listened."

"And then you did it?"

"Rebecca!"

"Sorry, go on." She smirked.

"He keeps an apartment in Chicago and that's where we were. It was just me and him." I said as my mind played the scene in my head. "He was angry that I lost it to someone who didn't deserve it, but it was the protective anger so I thought it was really sweet...and with that hair-" I cringed as I thought back to my teenage mind. "I over read things and I thought maybe he was angry because he was jealous. In my mind it made perfect sense to kiss him."

"Aria-" Becky grinned widely. "So then you-"

"Not yet." I held my hand up. "He pushed me away."

"Oh man." Becky planted her hand into her forehead.

"I was so embarrassed, I tried to run out of there, but Punk stopped me." I said before checking my phone screen; making sure I hadn't accidently butt dialled someone. "He asked me why I did it and I just said again how I wanted it to be with someone special..." Becky just continued to stare at me. "And then we did it."

"Just like that?"

"Well, kinda." I replied. "He shut the door which I had opened and led me into his main room where he just sat down and looked at me as if deciding what to do. He gave me a lecture about how beautiful I was and how I should respect myself. I went onto a teenage rant about how no one would want me now and he cut me off with a kiss."

"Was it weird?" Becky asked me, pulling a face.

"No." I answered. "Remember this was the guy I had grown up crushing on. It was probably weird for him at first, but I hadn't actually seen him for a year before then as he was on the road. We'd speak on the phone a lot, but when he came back, as awkward as this sounds, I was a woman. I was different...physically." I still couldn't believe I was revealing this to Becky. "He was so sweet that night. He made it special and he took things slow. It was perfect, it was the first time that I had always wanted. I knew Punk loved me, maybe it wasn't in the I'm going to marry you way, but it was a different kind of love and I needed that. He cuddled me after, made me dinner, hung out with me. It was just never weird after. All these years, when I thought of losing my virginity, my mind would always go to Punk instead of the other time."

"Aw, that's kinda sweet." Becky smiled. "So, was it just that one time?" My eyes stupidly casted guilty downwards. "Wha...what?!"

"It's not what you think." I told her sternly. "I can only count the times on one hand."

"My god, we should definitely do these wine catch ups more often." She shook her head and leaned back. "So how did it continue?"

"It didn't for like three years. We never came close to it." I told her. "I had finally got into the WWE and was on the road. At first I would have a room to myself, but I got so homesick I nearly quit. Punk had this travel bus he used as he hated staying in hotels. He would let Kofi stay on it with him and because I was struggling, he let me come on with them."

"Oh I bet he did." Becky waggled her eye brows.

"It wasn't like that!"

"Sureeee."

"You've been spending too much time with Brad, the annoying is rubbing off on you." I shot at her. She just chuckled and let me continue. "One day, Kofi went to go visit his wife and me and Punk got talking about that night. We were both single and it kinda just happened."

"It must have been weird that time as there was no excuse or reason for it." Becky pointed out.

"It was a little as it's not like me to do stuff like that-" I cleared my throat. "But Punk has always been a huge part of my life and I trust him. I hadn't been with anyone else, so-" I gave a small shrug.

"And the next few times?"

"It just happened. There was a time when he had just gotten out of a relationship and it happened again when I was down about Randy and wanted to have some fun."

"Your parents would be mortified if they knew!" Becky laughed. "I really can't believe I missed this!"

"We both knew where we stood and it was kind of cool having something just between us."

"Do you think you'll ever tell Dean?"

"No way." I shook my head. "I know he'll get the wrong idea and...just no. You need to keep this to yourself."

"My lips are sealed. Shocked, but sealed."

I grabbed my jacket and started to get up from the couch. "I better go before I reveal any more of my secrets."

"In that case, please stay!" She laughed as she led me to the door. "I'll see you tomorrow."

I walked past the next few rooms to get to the one I shared with the Shield. My head was spinning a little so when I got in, I took in a few glasses of water before settling down for bed. I was in a light sleep when I felt Dean crawl in next to me. "You stink of cigarettes and alcohol." I murmured.

"Deal with it." He slurred as he pulled me into him.

"Good night?"

"Ya." He mumbled with his eyes closed.

"Things good now?"

"Sure."

I knew I wouldn't get much more tonight so I lowered my head on his chest and let myself fall asleep comfortably on his chest.

The Next Day

I thankfully woke up not feeling the physical effects from last night. Mentally was a different story. I was cursing and kicking myself for revealing all I talked about with Becky. It wasn't that I didn't trust her, it's just that they were secrets that didn't need to be shared, especially the Punk one.

Speaking of the devil. "Can I talk to you for a sec?" Punk asked.

I had been with Sandra the seamstress, we were working on my new ring attire which would be debuted next week.

Things were ok with the Shield, they weren't as great or comfortable as they usually were, but not as bad as it could have possibly been.

Punk didn't have the best of times in the Rumble. He was given the number one entrance slot and also had a target on his back from Kane. No doubt the authority was behind that one. The Shield still wouldn't reveal to me whether it was Triple H that put them behind that attack on Punk.

"Yeah sure." I replied to him as I held up my ring attire for the night, making sure there were no holes or lose threads that needed to be fixed. I then felt his hand slip into mine, pulling me to face him. It was then that I noticed the frown on his face as he looked down at me. "What's wrong?" I asked, dropping my attire. Punk looked around at the many people scattered around us. He didn't say a word, he just dragged me towards the backdoor where we could have some more privacy. "You're scaring me, what's up?"

He had his hood up and his bag was still flung over his shoulder. "I don't know how to say this, especially to you." Punk said quietly. "But I'm done here, Aria." My brows formed together in confusion as I looked up at him; unable to say a word. My mouth opened, but nothing was coming out. Was he saying what I think he's saying? "I'm leaving."

"Ok." I managed to get out whilst nodding. "For how long?" My mouth formed into a broken smile as I hoped for the best.

"I don't think you understand me, Nik." He closed in on me further. "I'm leaving." He emphasised, tilting his head down. "And I'm not coming back."

I turned my head away from him with a small shake of the head. "You've said that before-" My voice broke. "Why?"

"That would take all day to explain, Aria and frankly-" He looked around the backstage area. "I want to get out here as soon as I can." His eyes were so angry and full of hate as if he didn't have any good memories here.

"I don't...I just-" I tried to get out but I couldn't find the words.

"Don't do this." Punk stated as he ran his hand down my arm. "Don't second guess everything. It's not just one thing. I've been thinking about this for a long time."

My lips formed together tightly and my eyes kept blinking as I felt the water build up in them. "You've never said..." Punk had been my rock, my home for the last three years that I had been on the road. He was there when I started this whole adventure and I couldn't imagine doing it without knowing he was here. I relied on him so much that the idea of him being gone scared the hell out of me. "And what about me?" My voice came out weak and high as I felt a tear roll down my cheek. "And AJ? And-"

Punk brought his hand up to my face to remove the tear. "It doesn't change anything, Nikolina." He half smiled down at me. "I'm always going to be there for you, trust me, you're not getting rid of me that easily." I just shook my head in response and sniffed. "I wouldn't be leaving if I didn't think you couldn't handle it. You don't need me as much as you think you do." He sighed lightly when I couldn't stop silently crying. "I may not like the guy but I trust Dean to look after you." When I didn't reply again, Punk dropped his duffle bag and placed his arms around me, bringing me tightly against him.

I didn't want him to go.

"I have to go." Punk muffled into my hair.

"Go then." I pulled away from him harshly. It didn't make sense to me why he was going. He always promised to look out for me, how did he expect to do that when he wasn't here? I was mad at him.

"Aria-" I continued to face away from him. I felt his hand go to my waist and then his lips press against the back of my head. I could literally feel my eyes water through my whole face and when I turned around...Punk was gone.

Flashback

I felt the bus shake when someone got on. Seeing as Kofi was with his wife this weekend, I knew it had to be Punk. "Aria?" He called out.

I ignored him and continued to mope in bed. On the TV, I had on PS I love you, it was the film I always went to when I felt sad. "Aria-" He called again, opening the door to my room. I peered up at him with a frown on my face to see he was looking at the TV. "Oh great, not this crap again. What's wrong?"

"Nothing." I answered quietly.

I heard Punk deeply sigh. When I looked over my shoulder, I saw him take his shirt off before he slid into the bed with me. He opened his arms for me to cuddle up to him. "Orton?" He asked.

"Who else?" I murmured as I crawled onto his chest.

I felt Punk's chest shake as he chuckled. "Alright, I'm listening." He kept his arm around me, stroking his hand down my back.

"I saw him and his wife backstage." I replied numbly. "Guess they got back together after all."

"The guys' a dick, Aria." Punk told me straight out. "I wish you'd never gotten involved with him the first place."

"You introduced us." I muttered.

"When I thought the guy was happily married." Punk scoffed. "I should have known you were exactly Orton's type. Married or not."

"They were separated at the time." I defended. "And maybe I sent him running back to her."

"Don't do that, Nik. Don't throw yourself a pity party." Punk responded as he slipped his fingers between mine. "You're a beautiful girl. I should have guessed some dick would take advantage." I just shrugged. "He was too old for you."

"You're older than him." I peered up to look at Punk.

"Hence why I haven't snagged you up myself." He kissed my forehead. "There's a lot of guys that have their eye on you back there, none that I want you to date, but it's not the end of the world. It's Orton's loss and someone else's gain."

I sighed. "You should join my pity party. It's only been a week since you and Amy broke up."

"I just look on the bright side."

"Which is?"

"Which is, I can do this." Punk dipped his head towards me and pressed his lips against mine. It had been two months since I had been intimate with Randy and it had been over a year since I had been with Punk so I wasn't surprise that one kiss caused a rush of excitement to go down to my groin. It was always exciting with Punk; a secret that only just us knew, it was similar with Randy. To my disappointment, he then pulled away.

"We haven't done that in a while." I spoke, hoping he would get the hint and do it again.

"What can I say, the pity look works for me." He winked.

I always wondered what it would be like if Punk and I did start dating, but it was an idea he shut down without me asking. I didn't even know myself if I wanted to go there. I always had a small crush on him growing up and I probably could fall in love with him if I let myself...but there was something missing between us. Maybe it was the age. Maybe it was that I knew him too well.

I stroked my hand over his chest, hoping he would look down at me and reenact the kiss. "Why is this your go to film when you're sad?" Punk asked. "You're so predictable." He said as he looked at the TV.

"I want a Gerald Butler." I answered as I snuggled back onto his chest. I raised the remote and pressed play on the TV.

"I guess I'm stuck here now, huh?"

"Yep." I smiled to myself. I kissed his chest hoping to get some sort of reaction, I didn't. I then lightly trailed my fingers over his stomach, teasingly brushing the skin where his snail trail was. Nothing.

I then heard him lightly sigh before his hand came up and rested just below my breast. This didn't help the frustration I was feeling. As the movie went on, Punk would sometimes rub his hand along my stomach until they would creep up, making contact with the underside of my breast. I didn't know whether he was trying to tease me or test the boundaries for what we hadn't done in a year. I silently begged for him to move faster, but he never did and settled with his arm safely around my waist. To let him know what I wanted, I moved Punk's hand back to where it was without a word, giving also a small kiss to his fingers.

In response, I could feel Punk's eyes on me, but I refused to look up at him. His finger slowly start combing over my breasts through the material until we was openly groping them, cupping it with his hand and occasional giving it a soft squeeze. Suddenly not caring about the film, I sat up causing Punk's hand to fall. He watched me as I pulled off my tank top and moved so I was straddling him. I guided his hand to the top of my bra before dropping my hands to his chest. He stared at me as if asking permission through his eyes. When I gave him a small nod, he slid one hand to under my butt, cupping and pulling me more onto him. The other carefully eased itself under the fabric of my bra. My breathing came more heavy and as his thumb brushed against my nipple, a tingle shot up my spine and my body shivered. His eyes stayed connected to mine as he did so. I wrapped my arms around the back of me to unhook my bra before I pulled it off completely

Punk's eyes dropped down and his hand came back up to caress my chest. "Orton's an idiot." He stated, running his tongue over his bottom lip.

I lowered my face to his where his eyes rejoined mine. Our noses lightly touched and I could feel his warm breath on my lips. It was always scary at first whenever this happened with Punk because I had known him for so long. His arms wrapped around me and pulled me to him; closing the gap. Our lips met and we moaned at the same time, as our tongues quickly entangled.

He flipped me over so I was lying on my back with him hovering over me. His lips crashed straight onto mine as his hand slid up and massaging at my breast.

End of flashback

I felt my body jump as a hand pressed itself to my lower back. When I turned round, I found myself looking up at Dean. He was already dressed in his Shield gear so I assumed Raw would be starting soon...without Punk.

"Punk, he-" I tried to get out.

"I know." Dean cut me off. "He said you would need me." I nodded and turned away, but Dean pulled me back towards him and held me tightly to him, stroking his large hand down my hair. Dean was really good with me, probably better than he expected himself to be. He just hugged me until I was ready to let go. "Hey, you've always got me." He stated as he pulled some of my hair that stuck to my tears away from my face. "And I'm not going anywhere."

"You better not." I said as I wiped my eyes with the tissue Dean pulled out for me.

He rested his hand on my lower back as he stayed close to me. He used his body to shield me from anyone seeing me cry. "We've got one more show tomorrow, after that, how about I drive us up to our new home, yeah?" I smiled up at him; liking the idea. "I don't...I don't like seeing you upset like this." He murmured to me; almost like he was embarrassed to admit it.

"It was just...nice to have someone from home here with me." I admitted to Dean about Punk, feeling like an idiot for crying. "He was home away from home. He was the whole reason I got into wrestling and now he's gone."

"You've got a new home now, kid." Dean then looked over his shoulder. I leaned backwards so I could see behind Dean and what he was looking at. I smiled to myself when I saw Roman and Seth waiting for us nearby. Roman gave a small wave along with his gentle and always friendly smile.

I guess I did have a new home.

Dean raised my hand to his lips. "I love you." He told me.

I smiled at him; I'm pretty sure had found my Gerald Butler.

Dean draped his arm around my shoulder and led me over to the guys. By the looks of emphasised friendliness and sympathy, they knew about Punk. The whole locker room probably knew about Punk by now. "You good, baby girl?" Roman reached out and fist bumped me.

"I'm ok." I lied. The idea of Punk leaving was numb to me as if I couldn't accept or believe it. Despite the tense events of last night, it seemed the Shield was coming together to make me feel better. The whole way back to the locker room they made friendly banter at each other in attempts to cheer me up. It did make me feel a lot better seeing that they were now on the same page.

"Have you got a match tonight?" Dean asked me, still with his arm around my shoulder.

The way it was lazy thrown across my shoulder, but keeping me close to him, I couldn't help but feel giddy inside despite the current situation. Especially as he was leading me through the locker room and all the crew members, Superstars and Divas could see I was his.

"No." I answered, looking up at him. "Have you?" He held the door open for me to their locker room.

"We will have." Seth smirked in Roman and Dean's direction as if they had a secret they had I did not yet know about.

"What are you guys planning?" I asked as I turned on the TV for Raw. Daniel Bryan was kicking off the show.

Roman's hands came slapping down on both Seth and Dean's backs. "Are you ready, boys?"

Dean hung out his tongue as he grinned. "Watch and learn, kiddo. This is how you get things done." He came towards me still with that tongue out. I couldn't help but smile at his goofiness slash excitement. He quickly dipped down and caught my lips with his. "Mmm." He let out and reached down to repeat this action.

"Alright, c'mon, we have business to attend." Seth stated and headed towards the door.

I smiled at them weirdly as they walked out, unsure of what they were planning. It wasn't until they were gone that the reality hit me once again.

Punk was gone.

Punk had worked so hard to be in this company, I couldn't see him just throwing it away. We were in this together, so I thought. It was true that I had become less dependent on him since I met Dean, along with Becky and Brad, but that still didn't mean I didn't need him. He was still that comfort to me.

"So... I suggested we have a romp, this is what you decided to do instead." I heard Brad from outside the locker room.

"I told you not to use that word." I heard Becky hiss back at him.

"Romp, Rebecca. As in, I want to romp with you, now."

"Stop it, you just make it sound gross!" She cringed.

"Ted, is there anything wrong with the word romp?" I heard Brad ask. I rolled my eyes, were they ever going to come in.

"Nothing wrong at all, Brad. Grow up, Rebecca." Ted retorted.

"Maybe I should just go in, alone." Becky stated. She finally came into the locker room, "Hi..." She said softly as if someone had just died.

"It smells in here." Brad said, coming into the room with a frown on his face. "Roman must have been here."

"Well it is his locker room..." I pointed out.

Brad looked at Ted. "Called it."

"It smells of men." Becky drawled with a smirk.

"That's because we're here." Ted pointed to himself and then Brad.

"Duh." Brad concluded.

"I don't think they'd be very comfortable with me letting you here in." I said as I watched them both investigate through the Shield's stuff.

"Roman is a hobbits fan?" Ted asked, holding up a DVD that was among his stuff.

"It's for his girlfriend!" I snatched it away from Ted. "Stop going through his stuff, I will snitch."

"You wouldn't." Ted crossed his arms.

"It's what I do best." I retorted. "You two could use an attitude adjustment anyway. You wouldn't dare do this if the Shield was here."

"Totally would." Ted mumbled and stepped away from Roman's stuff.

"I don't like the hobbit." Becky dismissed the DVD.

"Hey, hey-" Brad scowled, placing his hands on my shoulder. "She has a name."

I sighed and rolled my shoulders back to remove Brad's hands from me. "Speaking of hobbits..." Ted said and looked at the TV.

The Authority was in the ring along with Daniel Bryan. They were discussing the Elimination Chamber; Daniel wanted it. "I'm not here to come out and complain about last night because what's happened has happened, but you just said at the Elimination Chamber, the WWE World Heavyweight Championship will be on the line." Daniel stated.

"Ha, good luck Randy." I scoffed.

"I want in that match." Daniel concluded."I want that match. They want that match and quite frankly Stephanie, you want to step aside?"

"Disrespectful." Brad shook his head.

"Hunter I don't think either of us should leave this ring until I get what I want."

"What a child."

"Who are the commentators, Brad?" Becky asked.

"Uh-" Brad squinted his eyes at the TV. "King, JBL and Cole."

"Yeah, let's keep it that way."

Triple H squared up against Daniel Bryan whilst the crowd cheered loudly for Bryan. "That sounds good, Daniel, except it's not just you and me anymore."

I let a small laugh as I knew exactly who it would be.

Sierra, Hotel, India, Echo, Lima, Delta...The Shield

Daniel didn't look surprised either as the Shield started coming down through the crowd. He had the right idea though and instead of being a victim, he went and grabbed a chair to defend himself with.

Dean hopped up over the barrier effortlessly...but Seth...

Seth fell.

When his feet touched the floor from jumping over, his boot must have slipped backwards as he went tumbling down. My eyes widened and a loud laugh escaped all of us. "Oh my god!" Seth had fallen! On live TV! Awesome!

"How humiliating." Brad laughed and nudged Ted. "Is there a rewind button on this thing?" He said, squinting at the remote, holding it close to his face like an old man who couldn't see.

"I'm sure it'll be all over YouTube." Becky grinned. "How long do you reckon it'll be until he's ready to joke about that?"

I giggled and turned my head back to the TV. The Shield had surrounded the ring. Dean reached up onto the ropes, carefully and slowly as if sneaking up on a prey. Daniel quickly went to swing the chair at Dean, but Dean jumped down off the apron. This distraction allowed Seth an attempt in at Daniel, but he jumped down when the chair was also swung at him. Roman was then able to get in and knock the chair out of Daniel's hand allowing the other two to gain entry to the ring.

They started to beat Daniel down. Watching them on the TV like this, it felt surreal that that was my boyfriend. He was so in the zone of wrestling that I wondered when he was out there, did I ever pop into his mind?

The Shield's attack on Bryan was interrupted when Sheamus' music hit the arena. It was still three on one with Bryan being knocked down so the Shield were still dominating and tore Sheamus apart.

Despite what was going on in the ring being awesome, it didn't stop the CM Punk chants from filling the arena. They could call for him all they wanted, but he wasn't going to come.

And then surprise surprise...

Super Cena came down!

"That was unexpected."

With John Cena down, the numbers were now even and Cena, Sheamus and Bryan were able to clear the ring of the Shield who retreated back through the crowd. You could see Dean was saying something to Roman and Seth, but I couldn't quite make out what it was.

It then was shown on the screen that tonight's main event would be The Shield vs Cena, Sheamus and Bryan and it would be a qualifying match to the Elimination Chamber. "Wow." Becky said at the announcement. "That'll be pretty cool."

"It would be Dean's first elimination chamber." I told her.

"Nervous?"

"A little." I replied. "They'd be against each other and there's always someone who gets injured in the chamber."

She nodded. "You ok about Punk?"

"Uh not really, but-" I shrugged. "I'm getting a lot of attention from Dean because of it." I chuckled. "I'll milk it whilst I can."

"I'd do the same." She laughed.

"We're better go." Brad announced. "If the Shield comes back-"

"They'll beat you up?" I mocked.

"No, Aria." Brad pulled a face at me as if the very idea was ridiculous. "There'd be too much testosterone in the room and I don't think you ladies could handle it." Brad said and left the room.

"Just to confirm-" Ted added. "The testosterone would be coming from us, not them." He then followed in Brad's direction.

"I've got to get back to work." Becky told me. "But if you want to talk, I'll be doing JoJo's hair." She rolled her eyes. "She really doesn't like you, by the way."

"I figured." I chuckled. "And as for talking, I think I did enough of that last night." I cringed.

"Like I said, my lips are sealed." She teased. "Hi guys." I heard her say outside the locker room.

The Shield came in and I passed Dean a towel to wipe the sweat off. "So, you guys in the Elimination Chamber." I said. "That'd be pretty awesome." Dean nodded and threw the towel down. "I wonder what my qualifying match will be." I heard a deep laugh rumble from Dean. He sat down on the bench and pulled me between his legs. I could hear CM Punk chants echo down the hallway, it was amazing how fast the word spread to the crowd.

"So uh-" I cleared my throat and turned around to Seth. "Did you enjoy your trip?" Seth glared at me. "Too soon?"

"Live TV-" He shook his head.

I giggled and sat down next to Dean, leaning my head against his large arm. As I felt him staring down at me, I peered up. He moved his arm around me and kissed the top of my head. It was nice to know Dean had to be nice to me for the next week. "Have you got Total Divas filming today?" He asked me.

"Uh-" I said as it just hit me I might have. "I hope not. I did a lot last week so I think they're stretching that into two episodes."

"Good. You can stick with me."

I smiled hearing that and picked up his U.S title, polishing it on my lap. I looked up when I heard a knock at the door. Seth went to answer it and it revealed a very timid looking Odette at the door. "Can I...talk to you?" She spoke quietly.

Seth didn't look too thrilled to see her. I shouldn't have been surprised that something was still going on there. "Uh yeah." He didn't look back as he slipped through the gap in the door, closing it behind him.

"What's going on there?" I asked, looking between Roman and Dean who just shrugged. I stood up and walked over to the door, hoping to hear something from behind it. "Oh c'mon, I can't be the only one who's interested!" I didn't get any response. "This is why I miss hanging out with girls."

"It's none of your business." Dean drawled, getting up and dipping his head down to my level. I just leaned forward and pecked his lips causing his lip to tug into a smirk.

"So in other words...you take Seth, I'll take Odette. Ok break on one two..."

"This isn't an episode of Total Divas, kiddo. We're preparing for battle." Dean stared down at me. "We've got a job to do tonight and we're getting it done."

"Ok, ok. No need to cut a promo on me." I pushed him away with one hand. "Look, I'm going to head out. I kind of want to talk to AJ about this stuff with Punk."

Dean scratched the back of head before picking up his jacket. "Alright, I'll walk you there."

"I don't need a chaperone."

"How many times have I heard that before?" He raised a brow.

"I'll be fine." I emphasised and took his Shield jacket off him, sliding my arms into it. It was always still warm from Dean's wear of it and it always smelled like him. "Besides, who would mess with me wearing this?"

"They'd be an idiot to." Roman smiled from sitting on the bench.

"I'll be back before your match." I leaned up and kissed his cheek. Dean watched me cautiously as if debating whether to come with me or not, but he did let me go.

I did want to go see AJ and that's where I was heading, but I did take the long way round to see if I could spot Seth and Odette...which I did. They were standing pretty close together in a secluded corner. I was round the corner trying my best not to be seen. It looked quite intense on her end and Seth just looked conflicted.

I quietly leaned in to see if I could hear anything...

"Hi Aria!" I suddenly jumped at my name and pulled Bo round the corner with me. "How are you, little buddy?" He asked excitedly.

"Bo, shh!"

"Oh-" He placed his finger over his lips with a naughty smile. "What are we doing?" He asked in a happy whisper.

"Uhh...I'm playing cupid." I answered and gestured for him to be quiet as I pointed at Seth and Odette.

Bo peered round the corner. "Seth's winning!" He smiled widely. I peered round too to see Odette running her hand over Seth's crotch as she stared up at him as if wanting him to take the bait. "You must be very happy for your sister!"

I stared at Bo for a moment, even he noticed to the physical similarities between me and Odette. "She's not my sister." I told him.

"Oh that's good, because you'd be the prettier one!"

"Oh Bo, stop-" I gushed.

"Ok!" The wrinkles once against showed on his face as he stretched out that beautiful smile of his.

I didn't actually want him to stop...

Bo looked around again. "They're going to get married, I just know it!"

"I wouldn't go that far ahead, Bo-"

"I'm going to go congratulate them!" He moved from the corner.

"No, Bo! Don't-" I tried to tug on his arm but he ended up taking me with him round the corner, exposing us both.

Seth's head snapped in our direction as did Odette's. My eyes widened as if I had just been caught doing something extremely naughty. I let go of Bo's arm and cleared my throat. Bo was oblivious to the discomfort we were all feeling. I knew his adorableness would get me into trouble one day.

Seth's eyes went straight on me and I had no idea what was going on in his head at this point. Was he ashamed of being caught with Odette again or was he mad at me for following? He didn't look back at Odette, instead he just left without a word; leaving things pretty awkward for the rest of us. Odette looked extremely hurt at Seth's rejection and stared in the direction of which he left. Bo realised this and looked shocked at Seth's rejection, but that quickly went away as he stepped towards Odette.

"Don't worry, Odette. If he likes it, he'll put a ring on it." He smiled comfortingly. "All you have to do...is Bolieve!"

Bo patted Odette's shoulder before walking away. "I'll be back in a moment." I quickly told Odette and ran after Bo. "Bo!" I called out. He stopped and smiled...he never stopped. "I uh-" I slowed my jog down until I was right in front of him. "My friend left today and I'm feeling pretty bummed. I just wondered if you had one of your inspirational quotes for me."

"Oh... jeepers!" Bo frowned sadly, looking like he wanted to cry. "But Aria-" He bent down to my level and unlike Dean, he wasn't doing it mockingly. "If you love someone, set them free. If they come back, they're yours." His frown then turned upside down. "Don't stop bolieving!" I then watched as Bo jogged away victoriously.

"Not in the right context, but I'll take it." I said to myself.

"Was that about Punk?" I turned around to see Odette had followed me.

I nodded and looked out in the direction Bo went. "Word travels fast." I murmured before turning completely towards her. "He had a massive following and he really shaped this place. I still can't believe he's gone."

"Do you know why?"

I shook my head. "Not really." I shrugged sadly. "I'm sorry about before. I was just there and-"

"It's ok, really." Odette smiled, but there was also a sadness in hers.

"You ok?" I asked her.

"I don't know..." Her eyes shifted away from me. "I feel like a stalker who won't take a hint."

"I didn't know things were still going on between you two." I said; fishing.

"They are and they aren't." She sighed. "We're not dating, but...he sometimes acts like he's interested. He'll come to my room and be so into me and then the next day, I'll see him around and he won't even acknowledge me. Fair enough if he was just using me for sex, but there are a lot of girls around here who would be willing, why does he keep coming back if I mean nothing to him?" She looked at me like I should have an answer to her, but I just sighed heavily like I was agreeing with her. "I made an idiot of myself. I just threw myself at him, I don't do that, but it's the only way I get his attention."

"You shouldn't have to do that, Odette."

"How do you do it?" She asked me.

"Do what?" I quickly answered back; worried at what she was getting at.

"He's pretty fond of you and you didn't even have to take your clothes off for it." She chuckled nervously.

Yeah... didn't have to take my clothes off...cough.

"We're friends. I guess it's different."

She nodded, accepting this as an answer. "I wish I could start from the beginning with Seth. I'd do things so differently, I wouldn't scare him off."

"I'm sure you haven't."

She stared at me uneasy. "I guess I'd rather you hear this from me then Seth." She casted her eyes down. "I was stupidly paranoid and thought maybe that he liked you."

"What?!"

"I know, I know, like I said it was stupid and I'm really sorry." Oh man, what a mess. "He spoke about you a lot, but he just said how you guys travel and share a room together so of course he'll have a lot to say about you."

"And I'm with Dean, Odette." I told her sternly. "Seth and I, just friends, in fact, I'm rooting for you two!" Maybe I was now over playing it.

"I came to his locker room which I stood round the corner for like ten minutes trying to pluck up the courage to knock to apologise for accusing him of liking you."

"That's what that was?"

"Should I try again?" She asked me.

"Maybe give him some space and then...try." My mind was too fixated on what she just said to give proper good advice. "I better go, I was on my way to see AJ."

"Oh yeah, of course." Odette nodded. "Thank you."

I didn't know what else to do so I just nodded again. I was relieved to get away from that conversation. Maybe it did make sense why he spoke a lot about me...all I see all day is Roman, Seth and Dean so most of my stories and conversations did revolve around them.

My mind didn't stay on Seth for long. As I turned round the corner to where the Diva's locker room was, I saw that Eva and JoJo were beating AJ down. The Bellas bodies were sprawled out along with Layla. I was so shocked by the laid out divas that I only sprung into action when Eva and JoJo noticed that I was there. I tackled Eva Marie down as she turned around, I threw a few punches on her and then went to go for JoJo.

I hadn't realised I'd fallen right into their trap.

As I went for JoJo, Kharma came out of nowhere and hit me with a clothesline. Her strength caused my whole body to flip round. I started to crawl backwards away from Kharma, my hand clutching at my shoulder which I fell badly on. Eva and JoJo continued to take care of AJ. She gave a good fight back, but there was still two of them and only one of her. She was obviously weak from what Kharma had done to her before I arrived.

Kharma matched the cackle that was on her theme music and took slow steps towards me. As I went to lunge away from her, she pulled me up right and threw me into the wall where my shoulder bounced off it.

Once again, I tried to crawl away from her knowing that in this condition, I wouldn't be able to take her.

She stared darkly at me and reached out her arms like some possessed person.

As if a vampire being hit by the sun, she suddenly hauled herself backwards.

I didn't understand why until I felt arms being looped under my arm pits and pulling me to standing up right. I then saw Roman and Seth taking one step in front of me, giving warning glances towards Kharma. I lifted my head up to see it was Dean who had helped me up and he was still holding onto me, but was glaring also in the direction of Kharma.

"I don't know whether or not you can read-" Roman stated sternly. "-but this right here-" He tugged on my Shield's jacket. "-means she's one of ours." Kharma's nostrils flared in anger.

They weren't exactly going to start beating on her, but they were showing her that she wasn't going to get anywhere near me as long as they were around.

Despite these three men who terrified me when I first saw them, glaring at her, Kharma didn't look scared nor intimidated. That evil glint remained in her smile and her eyes as she walked backwards. She didn't even look at Eva and JoJo as she disappeared round the corner. Whatever Kharma wanted with me, I was positive it had nothing to do with getting revenge for JoJo.

Eva and JoJo, on the other hand, looked extremely frightened of the Shield and stood timidly in the corner.

"Are you deaf?" Dean asked them lowly. They scattered away after Kharma. He scoffed and turned to look down at me. "You alright, kid?" Dean asked me.

Roman went over and helped up AJ. "I'm fine." I rolled back my shoulder. "Look I appreciate what you guys just did, but-"

"But nothing." Dean cut me off with his brows raised. "Don't fight me on this, kiddo."

"It was my battle." I tried to say to him. "I'm not going to be taken seriously around here if I go running to you guys for help."

"It was three against one, Aria." Seth backed Dean up. "This wasn't a match, we were right to step in."

"We're always going to have your back, baby girl." Roman put his hand on my shoulder. "Whether you like it or not." He quickly removed it when he saw me wince; I then begun rubbing it with my other hand.

"I for one am glad you showed up." AJ said with the back of her hand supporting her head. "I wish I had my own personal swat team."

"You hear that?" Seth nudged me.

I playfully rolled my eyes at him. "Thanks guys, but I did have that under complete control!"

"Yeah?" Dean said dryly. "How's the shoulder?"

I immediately stopped rubbing.

"I'll catch you guys up." I said to them with a small glare.

"We'll be round the corner." Dean said instead.

I shook my head, but reluctantly accepted it. "Those guys are never going to let me go out alone again." I said to AJ once I was sure they were out of ear shot.

"It's sweet how they all care about you." AJ spoke. "Not the worst looking guys either to have your back."

"I guess not." I smirked. "How you doing?" I asked her. She must have been finding Punk's departure hard too.

"I'm ok." She nodded. "I uh-" She paused, looking down to the ground. "We talked about it before he left. He wasn't happy here."

"I had no idea." I told her honestly. "I mean, I know he's been fed up in the past, but I thought he had found a way to deal with it."

"He didn't want to worry you. He didn't want you to live in fear on whether he was going to leave or not." I guess I could understand that. "He was really worried about telling you."

"I didn't really make it easy for him." I frowned. It still hadn't fully hit me that Punk was gone. "I don't understand how he could just leave. Isn't he contracted to be here?"

"His contract expires in July." AJ told. "I'm hoping this time off will clear his head and then maybe he'll decide to renew it." So there was still a chance he could come back? "I'm taking some time off after the Elimination Chamber to join him."

"Do you think he'll come back?" I asked her.

"I don't know." She answered honestly. "Maybe having some time away, he'll find himself missing this place." I nodded in agreement. "He was right though." She smiled and looked in the direction of Dean, Seth and Roman. "You are well protected here."

As if feeling us staring, Seth looked over. "Stop checking us out, jeez."

"I better go, they have they're match soon and they're not going to trust me to be out here alone." I gave a small eye roll and a smile. "I'll see you soon." I said and headed back to the Shield.

"What was it you were saying earlier about not needing a chaperone?" I opened my mouth to argue. "Let me guess, you totally had that handled?"

"I don't come out every time you're ass is being kicked." I said to Dean as we began walking back to the locker room. He wrapped his arm around my shoulder as they walked me back.

"Which isn't very often." Dean retorted.

"Hey little A." Big-E waved as we passed, he smiled at me...frowned at the Shield.

Dean gave an eye roll, he still had beef with Big-E. I smiled in return. "Liking the shirt." I told Big-E before he passed me completely.

"I'll get you one." He called back at me.

"That's nice of him." I said to Dean just to annoy him.

"It's a stupid shirt." Dean muttered.

"It's really creative!"

"It just has a big e on the front..."

"Yeah exactly, awesome!" I grinned at him. He responded by pulling me closer. "You don't have to be jealous, Dean." I mocked.

"I'm not jealous." He stated, looking ahead.

"It's ok-" I rubbed his arm. "One day you'll have a t-shirt with a big D on it." He looked down at me. "All you have to do...is-" Before I could even finish, all three men smirked and rolled their eyes at me; they knew what was coming! "Bolieve!"

Dean actually let out his adorable laugh which he didn't like to do. He pulled me in as close as he could to his chest and kissed the top of my head. "You're so fucking adorable."

I smiled to myself. "I'm looking forward to Bo's t-shirt release."

"Did you have a nice chat with him earlier?" Seth asked. He didn't seem mad that I had spied on him in the company of Bo, but I would check with him when Roman and Dean weren't around.

"Yeah, we're friends now." I replied. "Which means he is off limits to a triple power bomb."

"I never agreed to that." Dean answered back.

"I thought that was implied..."

"Aria, I didn't hold back with Punk, what would you make you think I would with Bo?" Dean looked down at me, waiting for an answer.

"Big-E would."

I heard Roman and Seth snigger at that, Dean's brows furrowed causing me to pull away from him cheekily. "I was kidding..." I put my arms out to stop him from coming closer. "Don't give me that look! It was joke!"

"Stop scaring her, dude." Roman put his hand on Dean's shoulder. "That's my job." Roman then allowed his hair to get in the way of his face and a frown to stretch down on his lips.

"Why do you guys get off on scaring me? It's...it's not nice."

Roman walked away from me laughing. "You're too easy."

"Ha, true that." I heard Brad, who was just passing by say.

I glared after him. All the Shield member's had already entered their locker room so they didn't hear Brad, luckily for him. I walked in and sat by Dean who started doing push ups. I didn't help when I put my feet on his back. He glanced up at me and raised a brow that just stated 'get your feet off me'. I took my feet off Dean and stood up, walking around the locker room.

I passed the mirror and stopped to admire my Shield jacket. I was wearing boots, black leggings, a white top and the Shield's jacket over top, it was nice look. I liked it. I saw Dean in the reflection running his eyes along me also before getting up and coming up behind me. "You look so good today." He murmured, running his lips from my ear to along my shoulder. I turned around and slid my hand through his damp hair, pulling him down to meet his lips. He immediately encircled my waist with his hands and held me still as brushed his lips over mine. Still with his arms around my waist, he looked over my head at the back of my reflection in the mirror. "Mmm." He let out and watched his own hands in the mirror slide down to cup my butt.

"Do you mind not groping me in public?" I giggled as I wiggled my butt against his hands.

"Don't do that." He let out a little growl.

"You're bringing this on yourself." I teased and moved his hands up to rest on my waist. "As much as I'm probably going to watch the Elimination Chamber with my hands over my face, I really hope you guys get it tonight."

"We will." Dean replied. "And you don't have to worry about me, kid. I've been through a lot worse."

"So I've seen on that DVD which by the way, I did watch through my hands."

He smirked at this. "It's cute that you worry. I've never had that."

"You've never had someone worry about you?" I asked, he just shrugged. "I don't believe that for a second." I ran my hand over his cheek. "There's always one person who's going to worry about you."

"Your dad?"

"How did you know I was going to say that?!" I laughed. "I obviously need some new material." I placed my hand on his chest and smoothed over the outline of his abs. "I'll worry for you, but I'll be cheering you on back here."

"I like the sound of that." He placed his hand over mine and brought it to his lips.

"Dude-" Roman interrupted. "It's time." He placed his hand on Dean's back.

"Good luck guys." I said to the other two as I hugged Dean.

I didn't get the chance to clear the air with Seth, but I'm sure I'd get the chance to either tonight or tomorrow.

The match was good. The Shield looked like they had it. There was a weird moment between Seth and Dean early on where they argued over a tag, but for the rest of the match, they worked well together. I watched it alone and made every noise a wrestling fan would make every time there was a near pin fall. Like I said, I was worried for the Shield heading into the Elimination Chamber, but I knew they deserved it and I wouldn't let my worrying ruin that.

Things were really heating up. Daniel hit Seth with a suplex which landed him on his face. Bryan then charged at him from across the ring to hit a dropkick but Seth moved out of the way. Instead, Daniel locked in the Yes Lock on him, but Roman made the save. Because of Roman's intrusion, Sheamus wasted no time in making his own and came in with the Brogue kick to Roman. At the same time, Daniel and Seth ran for the ropes and leap for cross bodies at the same time. Both men crawled to their corners with John Cena practically jumping on the apron for Daniel to make the tag. At the same time Daniel gets this, Seth tags in Roman. John straight away got Roman in the STF lock, but Roman used his strength to break out of John's grip.

It looked like Roman had this...that is until all the lights went out.

What the hell?

I should have known it wasn't just the lights failing. When they turned back on...

The Wyatt's were in the middle of the ring and they went straight for John Cena.

The referee instantly called for the bell, ending the match with a disqualification.

"Who won?!" I asked in confusion as the Wyatt's continued to beat down Cena. Sheamus and Daniel ran in to help John. I didn't understand, why were the Wyatt's getting involved? This had nothing to do with them! With Sheamus and Daniel now in the ring, they were able to even up the numbers and take on the Wyatt's, clearing the ring of them completely. The Wyatt's started to retreat up the ramp. The winner of the match had still not been announced.

"As a result of a disqualification, the winners of this match...Daniel Bryan, Sheamus and John Cennnnaaaaa!"

My mouth dropped and I stared at the screen angrily. That was so unfair! The Wyatt's attacking Cena ended up in him winning the match, it didn't make sense?! What the hell were they thinking?!

The camera zoomed in on the Shield who were unsurprisingly outraged. Dean's hands were locked behind his head with his eyes wide in anger. Seth began destroying the commentary table in a fury. Roman was slamming his hands down on the mat and Dean was snarling out words of probably hate. The commentators were standing back away from them along with the referee; good call. The Shield looked so angry right now, I didn't think it was possible for anyone to reason with them. It was even more frustrating that John, Sheamus and Daniel were still celebrating in the ring. I think the entire WWE universe could agree; the Shield deserved this more.

Roman stood up on the commentary table and sneered in the direction of the Wyatt's.

The camera zoomed on the Wyatt's and then the Shield.

Was this...was this the start of something?

Raw faded out and I knew the Shield would be back here soon. I would just have to keep quiet and let their anger pass. There would be no point in trying to calm them down.

As I sat there, waiting for the Shield to come back, I couldn't help but wonder what was next. The Shield and the Wyatt's had an altercation once and it was awesome, but nothing ever came of it. Would this be the same? I had wanted the two teams to face off for so long, I wished for it and I'm sure the WWE universe did too.

I kept to myself when the Shield came in. All still had snarls scarred onto their faces. Seth threw his shirt off and placed his hands on his hips, just huffing to himself. Dean was pacing, rolling his fingers into his fist, he wanted to fight someone desperately. Roman just frowned as he stood there looking like he was silently plotting someone's death. I tried not to look at each men are too long. Looks like I wasn't having that chat with Seth tonight.

On the bright side... I didn't have to worry about the guys turning on each other at the Elimination Chamber. I kept that note to myself.

"Looks like you got you wish, baby girl." Roman glanced at me. Seth and Dean looked to Roman, all waiting for their next set of instructions. I raised a brow in confusion. "Boys-" Roman turned back to Seth and Dean. "We're hunting Wyatt's."

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