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Jennings couldn't sleep. Despite the long day and the tiredness she had fought the entire time she was trying to watch a couple episodes of Vikings with Seth, she couldn't sleep. She would close her eyes, breathe deeply, try to talk herself in to slumber, only to end up opening her eyes and sighing and flipping over to a different position to go through the same routine.

It was still raining but the storm had seemed to settle.

This time when she changed positions, her foot hit a solid object and a soft "murr" noise came from the area of her feet. A few seconds later and Ralph, Seth's cat, had made his way up the bed and was staring at Jennings in the dark.

"Don't look at me with those evil eyes," she stated, remembering how Ralph had spent a large part of the evening stalking Mocha throughout the living room.

She sighed heavily and rolled over again, reaching for her cell phone. She had only been in bed for a little over an hour. It felt like it had been an entire night that she had been tossing and turning. This was ridiculous.

She pushed the covers back and carefully touched her bare feet to the hardwood floor. She was prepared for it to be cold but it wasn't as bad as she had prepared for. She drew her hair in to her hands and draped it over her shoulder and made her way towards the door and the hallway. Maybe she could at least occupy herself with some television until her body finally decided to shut it down for the night.

Seth's door, directly across from her, was cracked open and the soft glow and muffled sounds of a television on low were filtering out from it. So, he was awake, too.

It took only a few steps to cross the hallway and she was standing in his doorway. She peaked in and a soft, small smile formed on her lips. Mocha was laying along the edge of the bed, pressed close to Seth's legs which she could see outlined under his bedspread. He was fast asleep, TV still on, laptop still open on the bed, but dead to the world.

She softly backtracked down the hallway to settle on the couch, reluctantly allowing Ralph to join her, and somewhere in the night Jennings finally fell asleep.

A cell phone was ringing and it pulled Jennings fully out of slumber and in to the world of the awake. Her eyes squinted slightly at the sliver of light coming through the curtains in the hotel room. At least she knew it was morning.

The cell phone continued to ring and she rolled on to her back. Seth was fast asleep on his stomach, head buried in his pillow, the ringing of his cell phone not seeming to bother him. She briefly wondered, and not for the first time, how he didn't suffocate when he slept like that and then reached out to push him, gently, in order to wake him up.

He turned his head toward her and gave her a look that read as half confusion and half glare.

"Answer your phone, asshole," she said.

She saw recognition light up his face as he realized his phone was, in fact, ringing and then he moved quickly, trying to search it out. She heard the 'clunk' as the iPhone slipped from the pocket of his hoodie and hit the floor when he stood.

There was a heavy sigh from him and then he answered it, surprised it hadn't already gone to voicemail. There was a pause between his answer and when he spoke again. "Yeah, I know I was supposed to call. Jenn and I were watching football and I guess I fell asleep, I'm sorry."

Jennings eyebrows rose in question and she mouthed 'Leighla?' at him.

Seth nodded and ran a hand through his disheveled hair before reaching for his shoes.

"Yes, I said Jenn, who else do you think I would watch the Bears game with? And honestly, I don't know, it was in my hoodie pocket, I guess the sound was muffled."

Jennings gave him a confused look at the tone of his voice. He shook his head and gave her a wave and mouthed 'I'll catch you later' before hustling towards the door and exiting the room.

Jennings took the opportunity to check her own phone and realizing she could still squeeze in another forty five minutes of sleep, she rolled back on to her side and closed her eyes.

That had been the beginning of the end. Jennings's eyes blinked open in the dim living room as the dream from the past already started to dissipate from her mind. Even with the dream slipping away, she would always remember the series of events that followed that morning in Phoenix. Seth had avoided her like the plague for the remainder of that day and when she had finally seen him at the arena, he had told her that he was going to travel with Jon and Cesaro, and take a step back for a little bit. He and Leighla were having a bit of a rough go and to make her feel better, that's what he needed to do. It had been cold, out of the blue and highly out of character.

"It would just make her feel better, you know? And I'm tired of dealing with it, to be honest..."

"Tired of dealing with it? How long has this been a thing? Does Leighla honest to God think we're fucking?"

Seth had sighed heavily and let his head fall back against the headrest. They were sitting in the rental car, their rental car, in the garage of the arena they were performing in that night. His eyes closed.

"No," he finally stated and opened his eyes before turning his head to look at her.

Jennings's response was to continue to stare at him in confusion and quietly bubbling anger.

"Ok, yes, maybe...I don't think that she thinks we're sleeping together but she isn't happy about all the time we spend together. I can't...I mean I get it, I guess."

"You get it?" Jenn questioned. "Are you serious? You get it? You know it's bad enough that every other person we know or work with thinks I'm some little side piece for you, the fact that you're sitting here telling me that your fiancee thinks that too is mind blowing to me. I was there when you got engaged, we've been friends for years, we went on a girl's vacation together, I...and how can you not fight for me?"

"I do, Jenn, I have!" he snapped, "we do have a past though, you know?" Jennings interrupted him by scoffing at his use of 'we do have a past, you know?' "if this is what I have to do then that's what I'm doing. I'm exhausted, ok? I'm tired of fighting about it. I choose Leigh, that's it."

Jennings was quiet. She had been sitting slightly turned in the passenger seat, trying her best to face him, and now she faced forward and slumped slightly in the seat. "It doesn't make sense to me that she doesn't trust me with you anymore..."

He shrugged, solemn, looking down at his jeans and picking at a piece of fuzz that had escaped from his hoodie somehow. Jennings looked at him again, studying him. "Whats really going on?"

"Its not forever, Jenn," he replied, not bothering to answer the question.

He didn't look at her either. After a few moments of silence Jennings finally opened the car door, slid out of the SUV, and slammed the door behind her before walking back to the entrance to the arena.

A few months later, she and the rest of the locker room, and the WWE universe, learned that Leighla had indeed had reason to be concerned, but it wasn't because of Jennings.

He had come to her after that Monday Night RAW. He knocked on her hotel room door and the face that greeted her had truly broken her heart. She was angry at him, but she felt for him as well. It was that conversation where he told her that Zahra had been the one to ask that he not spend time with Jennings, she had been on the phone that morning, and that he had sacrificed not just his relationship but his best friendship as well. The conversation that night was short and strained and once he had laid out the full truth for her she had looked at him and told him, "I can't be your shoulder to lean on in this."

She had walked away from him and she had told him that as long as he was with Zahra, she didn't want to be around and she wasn't sure if they were going to actually be able to repair what had been damaged between them. So it had played out and through their individual injuries and the other things in their lives, they had ended up basically estranged. And here she was, waking up on his couch, after a meal with his family and the feeling of the past coming back to life.

She glanced down at the floor beside the couch and took in the sight of Mocha fast asleep on her side and Ralph curled up next to her. She smiled. Then she slid out from under the throw blanket she had pulled off the back of the couch at some point in the night, her toes touching the floor as Mocha's ears perked and her eyes opened.

They crossed the living room together and Jennings let Mocha in to the back yard to stretch her legs and use the bathroom. Before Mocha has even made it off the back porch, Jennings had already decided that she needed to get back to Chicago with a quickness. She needed time to think.

She let Mocha back inside and headed to the spare bedroom to change her clothes. The sweat pants and T shirt that she had borrowed we discard in his laundry room. She scribbled a quick note to him that she left next to his coffee machine and within a total of about fifteen minutes she was backing out of his driveway and turning in the direction of the interstate. She needed the stretch of road and the time to think.