Seth added another weight. Roman made sure they were secure. "You sure you can hit this," Roman smiled. "I wouldn't want to have to save you."
"I got two fifty," Seth laid down on the bench. He placed his hands lifting up. Roman watched. Seth repeated three times.
"Come on," Roman coached, "you got two more." Seth pushed, he took a deep breathe struggled through two more. He moved back sitting up. "We have a meeting with Paul the end of the week."
"Yeah," Seth rubbed his hands.
"What do you think."
"I hope we are out of here," Seth stood. Seth was starting to go stir crazy. He wanted to move on. He felt like life was on hold. But, he couldn't say too much. He had been told more than once who was in charge. So he waited, hoping this would be his last week.
...
Roman and Dean stood waiting for the bus to take them back. "I swear, I saw her." Roman and Dean gave each other a glance.
"Well why would that place be haunted?" A group of girl that had just started stood in what seemed like a deep conversation.
"Well I have seen her. If you look up from the pool." Roman and Dean lifted their head. They knew Seth's room was above the pool. "She was there and than gone."
"There a girl in that room?"
"No, Becky."
"Well, Sasha that would make sense."
"If there was we would have met her," Sasha said. "Plus, Seth said that is his room. And he had seen her." Roman couldn't hide his smile. Clearly they had seen Callie. Seth must have had to think fast.
"Don't you room with him," Becky turned to Dean and Roman.
"Yeah," Roman nodded.
"Well do you ever see a girl?"
"No," Dean shook his head. "But I am sure not even the dead can resist Seth."
"Yeah, but," Roman cleated his throat. "There have been people who saw her." Dean gave him a look. "They think she was killed on the highway," Roman cleared his throat. "She wonders must have known that place before."
"Seth said he heard she jumped," Becky pulled her head back.
"Who knows," Dean spoke up, "I mean ghost don't talk. If there is a ghost. Could have been a shadow." Dean looked at Roman. They fought the urge to laugh out loud. He was never more grateful for friends. It was a crazy story but Seth tried. He kept their secret.
...
Dean found Callie sitting on his bed. "You ok," Dean asked. Callie had a look on her face. She looked toward the door.
"Today is, would," she stopped looking down frowning, "dad's birthday." Dean stopped, he hadn't even remember or thought about it. In this moment his realized he hadn't thought about his parents in a long time.
"Yeah," Dean cleared his throat, he could see it bothered her. The fact he hadn't even thought of it hit him. He wondered if Callie could tell.
"Remember mom would make our favorite dinner and bake a cake." Dean smiled, he did remember, but that was a long time ago. He also remembered the birthdays after their mom died. Their father would forget or be gone. One year Callie found enough money to buy a muffin for him. Another year Dean managed to get a pizza her birthday.
"Hey," Dean set next to her. "So it seems you are the talk of the newbies."
"What," Callie asked.
"Yeah, I guess they saw you in the window. So Seth came up with a story, that you were a ghost." Callie gave a small laugh. In some ways it seemed fitting. Here she wasn't real, she slipped in and out. No one knew her.
"I think I really need to find a place," Callie stood. "It is a matter of time before someone does see me." Dean sat quite, he knew that. And he knew this was no life. "There are some studio apartments not far. I can still get to work, I won't be far."
"Yeah," Dean shook his head, "you are right." Callie was shocked he didn't push back.
"I am sure staying here wasn't easy," Dean leaned back on his bed. Living with three guys couldn't be fun. Another thought crept into Deans mind, she wouldn't be so close to Seth. Dean could see Callie was interested, he just couldn't shake the feeling that relationship would end bad.
...
Callie stood at the counter, the dinner rush was over. It would be teens and coffee till her shift ended. Hearing the bell to the door ring, everyone turned to the door. Callie smiled seeing Seth walk in. He smiled at Callie giving a small wave. She walked over, "so did big brother send you to stand guard?"
"No," Seth laughed, "they are past out. I thought maybe you could use some company if it is ok."
"Yeah," Callie nodded, "you ok with sitting at the counter?"
"Fine by me," Seth followed her to the counter, taking a seat.
"So I hear you are quite the story teller," Callie raised her eye brows. "That whole poor girl who killed herself and her soul is trapped is so nineteen eighties." They both laughed.
"I freaked," Seth shrugged.
"I know it could mean you all get kicked out," Callie said. "I am looking for a place. It will be close by."
"I understand," Seth gave a shrug, "I guess I just got use to you being there." Callie bit her lip trying not to smile.
"So what can I get you?"
"Coffee to start," Seth smiled. Callie walked away glad Seth couldn't see her smile. Part of her wanted to think he was flirting, the other told her he was only being nice. She knew Dean wouldn't be happy if there ever was anything between them. She looked back, Seth sat looking over the menu. He grabbed his phone, reading something than typing back.
"You need cream," Callie asked placing the coffee in front of him. Seth quickly put his phone away.
"Yeah, please," he smiled. "It is cool if I stay for a bit?"
"Yeah," Callie nodded, "it is pretty quite from now till I leave." Seth smiled stirring his coffee. Callie wondered for a quick second who Seth was texting. But than they where only friend it was none of her business.
Seth sat nursing his coffee till the end of Callie's shift. They walked back to the apartment. Callie always watched to see if anyone was out. "Thanks for coming in and keeping me company."
"Hey it is fine," Seth said, "you looked a little sad when you left for work."
"Yeah," Callie looked down, "it would have been my dads birthday." It seemed so weird to say dad. She hadn't said it in so long, and hadn't spoken about her father to anyone.
"I am sorry," Seth seemed to move closer.
"Well," Callie looked up realizing how he close he was, "you cheered me up." She hardly got her works out before she felt Seth's lips on hers.
...
Weeks went by and it was the happiest time for everyone. Roman, Seth and Dean were learning anything they could. While Seth was sure that any day he would be called in and told this was the week. There had been meetings with Paul. Most where to tell them they saw improvement.
Dean noticed Callie and Seth spending more time together. Roman told him to stay out of it. And she seemed happy. She had also put off looking for a place. Life was normal. Every now and than Callie and Dean would give each other a look. A look only they knew. One of could this be real?
Roman folded a towel. He was alone in the laundry room. He stood running over the promo he had been given. He fought between trying to remember it and sounding natural. He was begging to understand why his dad and uncle never spoke.
"Thought I smelt smoke," Roman jumped, seeing Seth toss his laundry bag down. "You still worried about tomorrow?"
"Yeah," Roman raised his eyebrow and re folded his towel.
"Just be you."
"I don't talk that way, part of it is remembering what they want you to say."
"You are over thinking it," Seth started sorting his laundry.
"Where is miss Callie," Roman asked. While Dean wouldn't acknowledge it, it was clear Seth and her where a thing.
"Getting ready for work," Seth grinned.
"Most be tough she works nights, we are gone all day," Roman's voice trailed off. He saw Seth at the gym and when they were training. He couldn't talk to a girl with out flirting. And since no one knew about Callie, to them he was single.
"We managed," Seth looked over his shoulder. "She isn't a gym person anyway."
"Yeah," Roman gathered up his clothes. Seth watched, Roman always seemed nervous about the subject of Callie. "See later tonight." Seth's phone rang.
"Hey, yeah, tonight right I will be by at eight," Seth put his phone away turning his attention back to his laundry.
...
Dean, Roman and Seth were asked to stop in Paul's office before leaving for the weekend. Dean couldn't stop biting is nails. Seth's leg bounced up and down. Roman found himself in the middle of them. "They won't let all three of us go," he looked between them. It seemed this meeting where becoming a once a week thing.
"Of they ever find out about our lady in white," Dean said looking around.
"She is careful," Seth said.
"They saw her," Dean said through gritted teeth.
"I covered," Seth shout back.
"Gentleman," they stood at the sound of Paul's voice. "Sit," he said shaking each of their hands. "Well. I won't keep you." Paul want behind the desk he left three black vest. And laid them in front of each of them. All three looked down. "Try them on." With some hesitate, Seth stood taking the vest, Roman and Dean followed. Each tried them on. "Not to heavy," Paul asked, "you could move in them?" All three shook their heads. "Good have a seat."
"Do we leave these on," Roman asked.
"No," Paul laughed, "I have been thinking, well we all have. All three of you have something. Seth , you are a master in the ring. Haven't seen someone like that since my friend Shawn Michael, Roman, you are a power house, and Dean, you are one of the most believable people on a mic." Each man said a quite thank you, "after talking watching we want to put the three of you together. See how you can make all theses things work together."
"Like a team," Seth asked.
"Yes," Paul nodded his head. "The shield."
"The shield," Dean repeated.
"Yep, Vince McMahon approved," Paul sat back.
"Vince knows about us," Seth almost leap over the table.
"Vince knows about everything," Paul laughed. "So want to see where this goes?"
"Yeah," Roman nodded looking at the other two hoping they would agree. This could be his crutch till he figured out a mic. Dean smiledNo way with the attention and be fully on him. Sad sad quiet he didn't need a team but this is what it took, he would agree to it.