"I warned you this would happen." AJ was muttering to Akira.

"I'm going to get you out of here right now." Akira closed his eyes in deep concern. "Right now Seth must be carrying out his plan and the he has everything he needs in his possession, you have be very far away."

"As far as a disabled like me can go." AJ was looking frantically at a door in the more private area of the lab. "It would be ideal if you're the one getting out of here with our project."

"AJ, it's your brain we need, not your legs." Akira handed AJ a small metal briefcase. "Once I put our plan into action, you'll have fifteen minutes to get out of here, without arousing suspicion. Seth is busy checking that his plans go smoothly, that will give us valuable time."

"That, if I make it out of here alive." AJ sighed. "I think you should take this briefcase and escape."

"And I would gladly do it, but…even in that wheelchair, you're the only one who can do this. Nobody can handle these formulas better than you." Akira gulped. "That's why Seth keeps you alive, he knows. He knows that there is no one smarter than you here. That you are a genius and that all of us together could not do a third of your work. That briefcase is the proof."

AJ looked at Akira sadly. "He's going to kill you..."

"If he kills me, it would be just me dying. If he kills you… there will be no hope." Akira gulped.

The scientist turned on his computer. AJ gripped the briefcase tightly.

"Are you really going to Drew's house?" Mike's voice could be heard on the speaker of Seth Rollins' expensive car. "In all the years I've been working with Drew, he's never taken any of his affairs there. If you and Drew get serious, I will have a lot of work handling the media that will want all the details."

"You know him so well and you think he wants something serious?" Seth almost rolls his eyes. "In any case, I pay you to take care of my things, not to find out about my love life. I want everything in order. By 11pm, I will personally take care of supervising everything."

"As you wish, Seth." Miz closed the call.

Shortly after, Seth was parking his car at Mcyntire's house. He couldn't help but remember the times he had visited Finn Balor's house. Finn used to live in a modest apartment in the center of Utopia and Drew instead lived in a luxurious house in one of the most exclusive suburbs of the city.

If things had been different… if Randy hadn't become obsessed with creating his own Hound of Justice. I wouldn't have had to destroy my family and lose the man I lo..

Seth sighed. He hated these moments where he would lose control and go back to who he was years ago.

After doing everything he did, he had to reinvent himself...or he would go mad with rage and remorse. He had lost what he loved most and he had to make it worth it. It had to be worth it.

He got back into the role he played well, so well that he already felt it as his true personality. That sarcastic, unscrupulous but charming guy. Capable of destroying people and still smile at them.

Accumulating power and desappearing everything that could threaten him.

And that's exactly what he was going to do now.

If I could get rid of Finn, even if he was honest and really loved me. Even if I loved him… Getting rid of you, darling, will be very easy.

Upon entering he was greeted by Drew, who was wearing casual clothes. And like everything he wore, he looked amazing.

"You invited me to see your domestic persona, perhaps?" Seth, on the other hand, was elegantly dressed as usual.

And Drew hadn't just changed his clothes. His attitude was also different.

"Let's have some dinner and talk." Drew wasn't being sarcastic or trying to take off his clothes.

He looked uneasy...

"You're going to dine me and wine me." Seth stared at the perfectly set dining table. "Are we celebrating something special? Because I have an excellent memory and I don't remember anything that we have to celebrate."

The Scotsman sighed, and it was obvious that just how happened to Seth for a moment, Drew was breaking his character as well.

Which was very rare, Seth was sure Drew had invited him to set him up since the metal alloy shipment was arriving at the port and Drew should be thinking he had fool him. The Scotsman should be being cruel and derisory.

Seth decided to let Drew keep going with his little charade. It would be even more satisfying to let Drew put his plan into motion, only to rub his failure in his face, as Seth had anticipated.

Seth sat down to enjoy the delicious and expensive dinner that the other millionaire had prepared for him, and perhaps if he had enough time, they would have one last night of passion. For the good times.

Roman was wide eyed, and although this was not the best of situations, his gaze traveled over the other man's naked body and he didn't even hide it.

"I didn't know you were here." Mox muttered, but he didn't move from where he was either.

Roman just shrugged and let the water pour down on him.

"You don't seem to care to be naked in front of me." Mox watched as the water wet his hair which was now longer.

"Given the circumstances, I'm sure you've already seen this naked body." Roman just got comfortable under the spray. "Also this bathroom is big."

Mox just pursed his lips. He didn't get in the shower, but he didn't leave the bathroom either. He just closed his eyes and for a moment, his mind drifted back a year. Roman and him sharing the shower, when they were both happy and laughing. When Roman was a sweet, honest and protective man.

When his smile was not an arrogant smirk.

When his brown eyes were full of hope and desire to help others.

When those gems eyes looked at him with genuine love.

The only time Mox saw a look like that, in this Roman's now gray eyes, was when he was looking at Ali.

"Did you love him?" Mox couldn't help the question.

Roman was going to take the shower gel, the question made him stop and turn off the tap.

"No." Roman admitted.

"But you, you risked a lot to…"

Roman sighed, he didn't like to talk about his life or his feelings. Much les he wanted to show some kind of weakness. But despite his protests against meeting Dean Ambrose again, he didn't want to push him away. The Samoan stepped aside, making room for Mox.

The auburn-haired man finally entered the shower.

"It's going to sound stupid, but…" Roman met the other man's eyes. "I only met him for one day."

But Mox didn't seem to want to mock or criticize him, his expression was neutral. So Roman continued speaking.

"He… he was genuinely good, you know. When I saw him, I liked him, I mean I obviously liked him physically, but… when I talked to him. The passionate way he talked about the reason he was doing all this. All that he had to lose by this fight. It was like… it was…"

"It was like a revelation." Mox finished the statement. "His passion to help others, his naivety in believing that only with good intentions and a heart given to justice, could he save the world. You were totally taken by that, and soon after you were crazy for him."

Roman was wide eyed, he pursed his lips understanding all this. "But it wasn't just that… I really felt that… if I could have saved him…"

"It would work… with someone like that, of course it would work." Mox nodded. "You were going to fight tooth and nail for something like that... who wouldn't..."

But it wasn't only that. Roman thought. Ali didn't want to force me to be the Roman you knew. He liked me, for me. Not for someone else's memory. To him I wasn't the Roman you're now seeing in me. The Roman you and Finn and all the people who met him want me to be. You all will never want me for me… you will always long to see some resemblance of him in me… He made me believe I could start again. You all want me to go back…

But Roman didn't say that, Instead, he just stared at Mox in a deep silence.

They both looked at each other for a while longer. Mox just sighed and headed out of the shower. This was pointless.

What was the use of knowing what Roman felt, it was like chasing a ghost.

But he didn't go far, Roman grabbed his arm stopping him. The plane shook due to turbulence, plus the wet floor. Despite being very strong, they both stumbled and slipped. Mox was trapped between the wall and Roman.

And just as it happened in the mausoleum, a sad aura enveloped them. Both remained very still, not making the slightest effort to get apart. There was something there, something they didn't fully understand, but little by little they began to recognize.

A story that went beyond good and evil... life and death...

Roman brought one of his hands to Mox's face. He didn't know what he was doing, he didn't know why he was doing it. But he couldn't help it. He gently touched his face, his facial hair, his nose. And then he got to the patch.

But Roman didn't try to move it, just continued to gently stroke the nearby skin.

"How did this happen?" Roman's voice was soft, so soft.

Usually, if someone tried to touch the patch, they ended badly beaten. Mox couldn't stand that. But now he didn't seem to care, besides Roman wasn't trying to take the patch off his face.

And Mox couldn't help but answer the question. "It's the memory that I couldn't save yo... him... I couldn't save him..."

Roman just nodded and continued stroking the other man's face.

"His light made you fall in love with him, you followed him wherever he went. And you couldn't save him…" Finally, Roman's eyes didn't reflect arrogance. There was something there, something of the old spark that used to light them up. "You fell madly and quickly in love."

"It was a very intense feeling." Mox admitted.

"But no for that less real." Roman continued.

And maybe it was a moment of weakness. Perhaps it was the same sadness, the pain of what they lost. The love they didn't remember. They couldn't figure how, or why...

But they were both kissing.

And it went from 0 to 100 in a few seconds. Roman and Mox clung to each other, as if their lives depended on it. As if holding on to the other would save them.

Although perhaps it would be the opposite.

Their lips bruised; their teeth clashed. It was such an intense feeling. Something they didn't know they needed, until they could get it.

And for the first time since Finn brought him back to this world, Roman felt a sense of familiarity, a feeling of belonging. He knew the taste of those lips, he knew how that skin felt, he knew the smell, the sensations. He didn't remember these feelings, but he knew what they were. It was a surreal, inexplicable experience.

Sensory memory… emotional memory…

As if Mox's body awakened something in him, something that was asleep perhaps... something that Roman didn't want to admit, didn't want to acknowledge, didn't want to accept. But now, kissing the auburn haired man, touching his skin, he couldn't deny it anymore.

Ali infatuated the arrogant man in Roman… But Mox, Mox was taking over a part of him that he didn't even recognize.

And Roman was afraid of whatever Mox was awakening in him. And despite that, he didn't want to stop, he wanted more of this.

For Mox the story was different, this moment represented something that he didn't think he would live again. It represented Dean Ambrose, finally finding what he had lost. Dean Ambrose making his way behind that persona that now the auburn-haired man embodied.

In this moment, he was Dean…

And the auburn-haired man forgot about Mox when he felt Roman's hands touching his bare skin, it was as if lava was running through his veins. Pressed against the cold tiles of that bathroom, his entire body burned. He couldn't do more than entangle his arms around the other man's neck and continue with the passionate kisses.

And it felt the same as one year ago...

That caramel skin, so firm, that hot tongue that now ran down his neck. It was the same as always.

This man kising Dean so good, couldn't be a different person, he wasn't. This was his Roman, he felt the same, kissed him the same, made him feel the same.

One year ago, Roman blindfolded himself to be with Dean for the first time. Right now, it was the auburn-haired man who closed his eyes and surrendered to a memory. The memory of Dean Ambrose and Roman Reigns love story. Mox entwined his fingers in Roman's long, jet-black hair.

Like that first time in Utopia, one of them was just feeling, just hearing, just touching. Not seeing.

"Tell me to stop, if you don't want this, just... tell me..." Roman panted.

The Samoan was sucking on the auburn's earlobe. One of his hands touching her firm butt.

The auburn-haired man only moaned in response, running his hands through the Samoan's chest, belly, until he reached his manhood.

"Don't stop… don't stop…" Mox barely managed to say between moans.

Roman did the same, guiding his hands to the other man's member. They both kissed passionately and began to pleasure the other.

Soon the bathroom, and probably that entire area of the plane, was filled with moans.

Roman for his part, was enjoying the sensations that Mox made him feel. And he realized that being with the auburn-haired man, was something beyond physical attraction. And he didn't get why, but, feeling Mox's body, his kisses, he couldn't think of anything else. Not in the Amazon, not in his confusion, not in any other man he would have liked. There was nothing but him and Mox.

In the depths of his soul, the Samoan knew that somehow… Roman and Dean were finding each other again. And no matter how much he ran away from that feeling. How much he wanted not to be that guy. How much he fought against the life he didn't remember. As long as he was close to the one who was the great love of that Roman, he could never escape from that feeling.

"It's not a fantasy, is it?" Roman didn't even know why he said those words, but he couldn't help it.

And that made the auburn-haired man open his eye and stared at Roman. Those same words were the ones Roman said to Dean the first time they were together.

Mox just kissed him passionately in response, and they both gave themselves completely to whatever they were feeling.

They both reached orgasm at the same time. And the auburn-haired man couldn't help but repeating in his mind the words that more than a year ago, he answered to Roman when the samoan asked him the same question.

It's not a fantasy. This is real. I told you and I'll hold that: I am yours Roman. And whatever we're feeling, we're both going to find out what is it, together.

They were both panting after that incredible orgasm. The little cubicle smelled of sweat and sex. They slowly parted.

Roman licked his lips and opened his mouth several times as if he wanted to say something. But nothing came from his lips.

It was obvious the samoan was confused, aroused, overwhelmed. Mox knew right because he was feeling the same.

He wanted to say so many things, but just as Roman, he couldn't utter a word.

"Mox!"

Becky's voice was heard calling him out of the bathroom, snapping them out of their reverie.

Roman turned on the faucet, they both began to wash themselves.

"I'm going to finish here, Becks…" Mox replied.

"I know Roman is there with you." Becky's voice sounded disappointed. Mox knew right that it was because of Tony. "Finn just woke up and he's not okay. Get out of there asap."

Roman and Mox were unable to say a word. They obviously wanted, even tried, but couldn't.

And they didn't even have the time or place to do it. Now, they were going downstairs to see what was happening to Finn.

And boy if the tension scaled a new level. Their hair was wet, and both already clean, as they obvious had taken a bath together. Becky gave Mox a look of deep disappointment. Tony avoided looking at them at all, he was trying to resign himself to this whole situation.

As Roman approached Finn's stretcher. The Irishman was very pale, his eyes were very red, almost bloodshot. Finn jumped to his feet with still superhuman speed.

"Ya sé lo que sucedió con tus recuerdos. Ya se dónde realmente estás." Finn frantically clutched at Roman's arms.

"What is he saying?" Tony was horrified.

Finn's semblance was eerie.

And suddenly, Finn put his hands on Roman's neck and launched himself at him.

"¡El trato era tenerme a mi no a él!" Finn screamed.

"Let go. Dammit." Roman was trying to shake him off.

Mox approached them both and Finn looked at him with bloodshot eyes.

"No olvides tu nombre." Finn said without letting go of Roman.

"Since we left Europe, everyone is talking different languages but ours. I hate this!" Becky complained.

Roman pushed Finn hard and slammed him into one side of the room, making the big plane to stumble.

"If you fight in here, we're going to crash." Tony warned them.

"Finn, what the hell is wrong with you?" Roman tried to get closer.

"Él nunca fue parte del trato, era mi alma la que deseabas no la suya." Finn glared at Roman with hatred. "No vas a salirte con la tuya, yo lo vi, se donde está y se cómo traerlo de regreso."

"But what the hell does he say?" Mox asked.

"Nothing he says makes sense." Roman answered.

Finn looked at Mox in such horrific way. "No olvides tu nombre. No olvides tu nombre. ¡No olvides tu nombre!"

"What is he yelling?" Mox was getting nervous and anxious at Finn's behaviour.

"He's asking you to… not forget your name…" Roman now looked at Mox. "He's repeating that everytime."

And those were the same words his father told him in that weird dream that tortured him.

"No importa si derrotamos a los malos. Nuestros verdaderos enemigos, están dentro de nosotros. Y ellos van a destruirnos." Finn kept looking at Mox with the same creepy expression. "¡No olvides tu nombre!"

And that said, Finn passed out again.

Roman caught him before he fell.

"That was creepy." Becky gulped in fear.

Mox just growled angrily and pushed past Roman and Finn who were in his path, back to the second floor. Tony went after him. Becky stayed with Roman helping Finn.