Being in the arena in New Jersey was a mentally draining experience for CJ. She was looking over her shoulder and her hand didn't leave Dean's or Seth's until they had to leave for their match. She didn't want them to go, but she had to. Only they left her in catering and she had to go to their locker room by herself. That was the scariest part of the whole adventure.

She hated every second she spent in that arena without The Shield- her shield- around her. The Wyatts, although Bray had a huge match against Cena tonight, could be anywhere and word probably got to Bray that she was in the arena. But she decided that it was time to become the brave woman she once was and actually searched out Bray Wyatt. She wanted answers and, as much as Dean and Seth were going to hate this when they found out, she was going to get them. Directly.

The Wyatt's locker room wasn't hard to find, and she knocked on the door twice. Shuffling on the other side could be heard through the door and CJ was starting to second guess her idea and question her sanity. Especially when the door opened and she stood face to chest with the lamb himself, but stood tall. He only tilted his head in that ridiculously creepy fashion before stepping aside and guiding her in.

"What can I help you with, Christopher?" Bray asked, noticing the way CJ looked around the room. Luke Harper was nowhere to be found and it concerned her, but she was going to stay alert.

"CJ." She corrected, eyes scanning the room a second time. "Aren't you down a buffoon?"

"He's tending to... more important matters right now. Did you come to see him?"

"Nope, I'm here to see you. You see Bray, if I wasn't attacked by you at WrestleMaina, AJ and I would probably be going one-on-one on pay-per-view once again. But you forced an ACL tear, you beat up my best friend and tortured him mentally, and I have a problem with that." She spoke confidently, knowing that was the way to get to him. Standing tall when you should be cowering in fear was a surefire way to gain at least some respect.

"Shouldn't you be settling this issue with your father?"

"In due time. I just wanted to ask why." Her statement coaxed Bray into sitting up straighter and perching on the edge of his rocking chair, his facial expression softening a bit. If she didn't know any better she'd be forced to believe that he actually cared.

"You've heard of animals eating their own young for survival? I assume that's the case. A selfish act of self-preservation even though his return is far off in the distant future. Yours may also be put off, depending on what you do about that." His tone never faltered, and CJ was fine with everything he said until he pointed to her stomach.

"What do you mean?" She asked looking from Bray to Rowan, who hadn't moved since he shut the door.

"Abigail, she senses things about people, yeah. She tells me that you carry the seed of two men. The question now is: will you kill off your young in an act of self-preservation?"

"That's impossible, but whatever. Can I go, or is this the part where you kidnap me?" The only response she got was Bray's laughter and Rowan opening the door. She took that as her cue to leave and never look back, and rushed out and to The Shield's locker room in time to see Seth's suicide dive from the audience seats onto Triple H and Randy Orton to save Dean from getting his head rammed into the cement.

She didn't understand how the two of them still had such camaraderie when they both wanted her. But the fact that their brotherhood was still intact made her smile. She really didn't want to be the reason that they fell apart. She'd never forgive herself.

But she had to wonder if what Bray said would be the cous de gras for their little trio. Having two kids by two different fathers in the same pregnancy had to be impossible. And if it was possible, there's no way Dean would believe that until she had the kids and got a DNA test done.

Disappearing had never looked so appealing before in her life.

To celebrate their massive win over Evolution, the guys dragged CJ along to a bar with them. Since she wasn't sure how accurate Bray's information was, and she wasn't about to tell the guys that she went to talk to Bray Wyatt, she just ordered a water. She wasn't going to be held responsible for anything happening to the unborn children that may or may not be in her. She was certain it took longer than a week to determine when somebody was pregnant.

"What's the matter, babe?" Seth asked from across the table. Roman had gone to order drinks and CJ was leaning into Dean. "You never turn down a drink."

"This is your night to get irresponsibly wasted. Somebody needs to be sober and play DD anyways." She explained, not exactly lying to them but not telling the while truth. The truth could wait until she knew for sure. She could tell that Seth didn't buy it but Roman came back with the drinks at that time so he wouldn't question it. He just smiled and nodded, sending a wary glance to Dean. Dean could feel something off in CJ, solely because she was leaning on him. He'd ask her once they were in bed, since she'd never open up in public.

Watching the guys drink and have fun was getting boring to CJ, but she didn't have the heart to ask if they could call it a night. So she excused herself to make a phone call, exiting the car with her phone in her hand. She didn't know who she wanted to call; since Adam was most likely working, Beth was probably asleep or busy with Lyric in Nova Scotia with Adam, and Brock was probably sleeping too. She didn't like not having any of her gurus to speak with, and she hated not knowing what to do.

"CJ." She figured one of the guys would come after her, since they didn't know that Bray Wyatt was done with her.

"Seth." She simply nodded, smiling when he pulled her into a hug. His bandaged arm didn't squeeze as tight, but she loved the embrace regardless.

"What's wrong?"

"I'm bored. No big deal." CJ mumbled into his neck, wrapping her arms around his waist.

"You can tell me anything, babe. I'm not even drunk. I'll listen and, if you're worried about me getting mad, I won't. I won't even tell Dean if that's what you want." Seth assured, rubbing her back beneath her leather jacket. "Just talk to me, CJ. I don't like it when you keep things from me."

"I went to talk to Bray Wyatt tonight. It was on the way and I wanted to know why he attacked me. Only he told me why he thought my father put out the hit, and..." She trailed off; not sure if she wanted to tell Seth, the man who wanted nothing more than to be the father of her children, about possibly being pregnant. Never mind the fact that according to Abigail through Bray Wyatt, she was having twins by two fathers and she was starting to believe the Wyatt mumbo-jumbo.

"And...? What did he say about it?" Seth pressed, pulling back to look her in the eyes. "You can tell me, babe."

"He said it was an act of self-preservation, and recommended I find the video of the mother polar bear devouring her cub to stay alive." Another partial lie, but she wasn't dropping the baby bomb until she knew it was true.

"Did you watch it?"

"It was fucking gross, Sethie."

"I'm sorry you went through that, babe, but I'm so glad they didn't lay a hand on you. I would've killed them." He stated, moving his hands from her back down to squeeze her perfectly sculpted butt.

"Seth..."

"I don't care that you and Dean have something going. I want you, CJ. I need you."

"I can't do that to Dean. Last week he gave us a pass because of what you went through to protect me. This is different, and you know it."

"He doesn't have to know." Seth pressed, gently guiding her to the side alley. She had no qualms with letting him push her against the wall and claiming her mouth with his. There was just something so electrifying about kissing Seth and the trail of fire his hands made as they explored her body. "You can't resist me, babe. Stop trying."

"This whole thing is just so complicated, Seth."

"You love him, don't you?" He asked, small frown settling on his face.

"I don't know. There's an attraction and attachment that I feel with both of you, Sethie. I don't know how to explain it."

"Then don't." Seth said simply, lifting her against the wall. "Enjoy these few minutes with me. We don't have to talk."

"Dean's going to wonder what's taking me so long." CJ tried fighting his grip on her hips, but to no avail. She saw the conflict in his eyes, too, and knew that there was something he was trying not to tell her. "What aren't you telling me, Seth?"

"I don't want to tell you. You'll get upset and I never want to be the reason you're upset."

"Does it have to do with Dean? Is that why you're being so pushy?"

"CJ, babe, you have to realize that-"

"Put me down, Seth." She demanded, and he had no choice to comply. He inwardly hoped that the rat was still in Dean's lap like she was when CJ left, even though he knew it would hurt her, because it would pull her away from Dean and push her to him. That's what he wanted. He wanted her to see that Dean wasn't ever going to be exclusively hers, because the women wanted him and he loved women.

Sure enough, one glance at their table in the bar gave CJ all she needed to see and more. Roman uncomfortably fiddling with his phone while some bleach blonde had her tongue shoved down Dean's throat.

"Keep in mind that he's drunk, and-"

"Go tell Roman that if he wants a ride back to the hotel, then we're leaving now. Ambrose can walk, it's only a couple blocks." CJ cut off Seth's defense and he could only nod, seeing the way her fist clenched at her side. She was furious, and deservedly so in Seth's opinion. "I'll be in the car."

The drive back to the hotel was tense. CJ didn't drive like she was upset, but she had the steering wheel in a vice grip. Roman sat in the backseat, probably texting Dean about the update in his transport to the hotel for the night, while Seth rode shotgun and kept his hands to himself. He was pretty sure that what bothered him the most was that neither Dean nor the blonde his face was attached to budged when Seth walked up and told Roman that CJ wanted to leave now. He decided to spare CJ of that knowledge, knowing that either would further aggravate the blonde or further break her already damaged heart.

"CJ."

"What, Seth?"

"He's been drinking, and-"

"It's a good thing we took the car then, huh? The last thing we need is Dean drunk driving." CJ spoke, tone much more even than he expected. "Don't make excuses for him."

"Sorry, babe."

"It's fine, Seth. You're trying to save his sex life like any good friend. If it was any bitch but me, I'd applaud you." She assured, letting out a dry laugh as she parked. "I fucking hate him."

"Don't hate him until he tries explaining himself in the morning." Roman reasoned, reading the angry text he got from Dean. "Or tonight. He'll be with us soon."

"Oh good. He'll be fine without a bed, since he'd have walked here fine enough." CJ commented as she got out of the car and the two men were quick to follow. Seth knew the sex while she was angry was phenomenal, but he wasn't going to push her farther than she had already been pushed by Dean. He didn't have the heart to abuse her fragile state.

Being in an elevator with CJ, with or without Roman, always made him think back to his first time with her. He couldn't help but smirk at the memory of how he had his way with her literally all over the elevator. He loved the way he made her scream and always longed for another five hour adventure in a dark enclosed space with the second generation star.

"What's got you smirking?" Roman asked and Seth looked up at him in slight surprise. CJ had her gaze firmly locked on her phone so he only shrugged.

"The kid in me just loves being in elevators." He covered, catching CJ's eye and inwardly swelling with pride when she winked at him before the doors opened and she walked down the hall to their suite. Although he was disappointed when she went straight to the room she was sharing with Dean and locked the door behind her.

"Dean is going to be so pissed when he gets here and that door is locked." Roman commented and Seth nodded.

"The great thing about CJ is that she doesn't give two shits."

As Roman predicted, there was a tornado ripping through the hotel suite when Dean got in. The walk may have sobered him up a bit, but he was still more than pissed off with everybody involved for stranding him at the bar. Neither Seth nor Roman were interested in leaving their room to face the storm, so they stayed in their beds and waited for Dean to calm down before they even considered throwing themselves in that position. But CJ was brave enough to face the storm that was a pissed off Dean Ambrose.

"Were you looking for your suitcase? It's on the couch." Although Seth wasn't sure if being as big a bitch as possible was the best route, but he'd be listening closely to look out for her best interest.

"You thought leaving me at the bar was funny? 'Cause I sure as hell didn't."

"Depends. Did you think making out with some random blonde was funny? 'Cause I sure as hell didn't." Mockery wasn't going to her her anywhere, but he didn't have to tell her that. She knew.

"I was drunk, CJ!" Dean argued and Seth knew that she had a great comeback.

"Which is why I didn't leave you the car. You're welcome!"

"You think you were doing me a fucking favor!?"

"I was looking out for your health. Not only did the exercise help you sober up, but I made it so you wouldn't drive under the influence. That would look so bad on your record. Again, you're welcome. Have a nice night, Dean."

"Don't you walk away from me!"

"Fuck you!" CJ shouted right back and Seth bit his finger to keep from laughing. She was officially out of comebacks and he knew it. Dean's heavy footsteps could be heard, then a muffled protest from CJ, followed by silence. It was then that Seth opened the door to see that Dean had pulled her against him and into a kiss, but she wasn't exactly being receptive. "You taste like dumb bitch and cheap booze."

"Give me a fucking break, CJ." Dean whispered, neither noticing that Seth and Roman were watching.

"You fucking kill me on the inside, and you want me to give you a fucking break?" CJ asked, and Seth knew by the look on her face that she was officially done with Dean for the night. "Get the hell away from me. Seth, I'm booking a flight to Syracuse once Dean lets me go and I might need you to drive me to the airport."

"CJ, you don't have to go." Roman stated, bringing Dean's attention away from her and to the Samoan.

"I do, because I'm not doing this with him. Let me go, Ambrose." Dean was quick to comply and CJ went back into the bedroom she once shared with Dean. All three men heard lock turn and Dean looked at the disappointed look on his teammates faces.

"Get her to stay, Seth." Dean requested, locking eyes with the younger man.

"I can't force her to-"

"I don't care what you have to say to her. Just try. She'll listen to you." Dean was desperate and Seth saw it. He knew that she wasn't going to stay, since she had made up her mind, but he nodded and knocked on the door lightly.

"CJ, babe, let me in."

"Seriously, Seth? I just laid down."

"CJ, get out of bed and open this damn door." He demanded, jiggling the doorknob to emphasize his point. It wasn't long before the door was open and he was looking down at her. "Cuddle party?"

"Seth.."

"You're not getting a choice." The serious look on his face told her that he wasn't being cute and she didn't have an actual choice. So she only sighed and walked back to the bed, Seth nodding to Dean before he followed her into the room and shut the door behind him. She got into bed and picked up her phone, going back to what she was doing before. Seth sat down beside her and, once she saw that she was actually looking at plane tickets, pulled her phone out of her hand and locked it.

"Seth Rollins."

"I can't let you go early. For my sake, if nothing else." Seth spoke softly, wrapping his arms around her carefully. "Times are about to get really hard, I can feel it, and I just need you with me."

"I don't want to be around Dean right now, Sethie."

"You don't have to be. I'll keep you with me, babe. If things aren't better, by the end of the show tomorrow night and you really want to go home, I'll take you to the airport after the show." Seth decided, making her look up at him. "Just stay with me, babe."

"Alright. For you." CJ assured before sliding out of his grasp. "My mouth tastes gross thanks to Dean. Just let me brush my teeth."

"I'm going to grab my phone and some pajama pants while you do that."

Once Seth and CJ got comfortable in a spooning position, Seth pressed a gentle kiss to her shoulder. She couldn't fight the smile that spread across her face, but at the same time she felt empty. She knew it was because she didn't have Dean in bed with her and Seth, but wasn't sure why because she knew that there was no way she would get Seth and Dean in the same bed for just sleeping ever again. Neither man wanted to share her, and she could understand why.

"This feels right, CJ." Seth murmured and she nodded, running her fingers along his injured arm.

"It does."

Only it would feel better if she wasn't pissed off at Dean.

Watching SmackDown was emotionally taxing. I don't like seeing my boys hurting, even if their injuries aren't totally real.

A longer chapter in honor of almost 200 reviews, and I'd like to thank angelsdee327, ArtisticLullaby, ChelleLew, Sarcastic Nightmare, UntilNeverDawns, and Syd the anon for reviewing the last chapter!