So this chapter ended up a lot shorter than any chapters I've written so far. Once again thanks for everyone who favorited and followed after one chapter, and those who have stuck with me through Origins.

Guilt

We still had one more day to spend in Cassiopeia before heading out to the training facility in Pegasus. Through the night I could still hear Seth's question echoing in my mind. It was hard not to think about it especially after meeting those girls who were so close they introduced one another as sisters. After the sun was fully done setting we left the small restaurant and headed back to our hotel room for the night.

I knew it was eventually going to come up, but it was a matter of who was going to ask. I knew I couldn't keep the truth from them for long. I knew the two younger men were eventually going to ask me about the "terrorist attack" on Ursa Minor. I was unsure if I should tell them the truth or run with what I was given. Do I tell them it was another test subject did it? It'd crush them both for sure. Dean would most likely blame me (not directly, but as a representative of the military) for messing with human genetics, and probably go ballistic, and if that were to happen Seth would more than likely be caught in the middle of it.

I couldn't subject them both to that, but to lie to them? That wasn't in the right mind either. What would happen if they found out the truth? They'd never trust me ever again with anything pertaining to important information. The internal struggle was a fierce one, and one that'd definitely keep me from falling asleep. I knew I had spent most of the night staring at the ceiling, and when I wasn't I was just tossing and turning. It was going to be a rough morning to say the least.

As usual I was the first up quickly taking a shower. I patiently waited as Seth was the next to arise, I innerly chuckled to myself seeing his dark hair in a tattered mess. This was the first time I'd actually seen the youngest as he was just waking up in the morning. The first thing I noticed was that he took his time as he slowly peeled his eyes opened, stretched his arms above his head, before giving a loud yawn. For how loud it was though, I'm surprised it didn't wake Dean especially with his super hearing.

I looked over at the middle man as he didn't flinch to any of the rustling in the comforter. He remained the same with the blanket pulled to his waist his body sprawled out in the space he was given, with one leg slightly hung over the side. He looked like he was in his own world, not looking like anything would bother him. I envied that feeling of being dead to the world while asleep. The military has taught me to always be on alert even when sleeping. Dean began to twitch some as he began to groan and shift. He rolled over slightly swinging his legs over the side of the bed giving a loud yawn himself. The difference between their morning routine was vastly different, and showed just how much difference there was in their personality. Dean was already up and about stretching his arms above his head, while Seth was still sat up in bed covers at his ankles.

Seeing as Seth was taking his time, Dean decided to take the shower next. I turned my attentions to two-toned man who finally stood up giving his back a good stretch hearing the couple small pops. He finally gave me his attention large dark orbs bearing at me. The youngest definitely wasn't a morning person. "Morning," I greeted him trying not to chuckle at his grogginess.

I was met with a yawn in response before I finally got a cracky, "Morning." I watched as he just began to dig through his bag muttering something about not being able to get a decent run in the last two days, and he was right. None of us had gotten any kinds of decent exercise in the last two days. Suddenly a nice jog sounded good, especially with the ocean breeze to keep us company. I opened my mouth to say something to him, before he was already dressed in some gray shorts and a black tank top. He slipped on some white tennis shoes he pulled from his bag and took off after throwing his hair quickly into a ponytail, leaving no room for any discussion.

Dean got out of the shower leaving a puff of white steam in his wake. The man definitely had no shame, or care for that matter as he padded across the hotel room dressed only in a towel around his waist. "You know for someone who takes his sweet time getting out of bed, he doesn't take long to get out." I turned my head quickly as soon as I watched him grip that towel and begin to throw it off his waist. I'm sure he didn't care, for how nonchalantly he just moved acrossed the room and began to change but I at least wanted to show some decency. After a minute or two of rustling and grunting he finally gave me the okay that it was safe to look.

He was dressed similarly to how Seth was in the same kind of athletic clothing. "Seth had a good idea though, I'm going to go take in the beach before grabbing a bite to eat." He gave me a quick wave before leaving the hotel room, once again not letting me get a word in. Although they were different in personalities they were still very similar in ways as well. I wonder if they knew they were closer than they thought.

Since the two of them had taken off for a run I figured I'd follow in suit and do the same. I chose to run the main road by the beach for an easy path and a relaxing scenery, and also in hopes I'd run into Seth or Dean later. I kept my jog to an even pace, not fast but not slow either, but just enough so that my mind could wander around freely without the other two trying to read into it. I didn't mind having the two of them worry about me, but this time I couldn't let them in. Not yet anyway.

Ursa Minor was a small town to just northwest of Astros, mostly small homes and suburban neighborhoods. Most of the people who lived there were often industrial and factory workers for the companies in Ursa Major. Most of the exports from the Celestial Providence came from Ursa Major. It didn't occur to me now, but this attack on the small town would no doubt affect the economy of the Celestial Providence, and overall the Alliance as a whole. I had never thought about these things before, suddenly things looked so much messier than I had anticipated.

Once I had finished my run I settled on sitting on a small bench near the beach looking out to the glimmering ocean once more. Watching a wave crash up against the shore was just a sight to behold to calm my nerves. A breeze from the late spring air cast over, mixed with the smells of the ocean was intoxicating. I could sit here all day if I could. I let loose my hair from it's confinement of my ponytail letting that same breeze flow through it cooling me down from the heat of the sun. It was going to be summer soon, which was going to make training harder, especially in the dry desert heat.

I hadn't noticed it yet, but a familiar face had decided to take a seat next to me as my head was clouded in various thoughts. The military, the Alliance as a whole, and especially Seth and Dean. She greeted me with a short. "Hey you," as her long blonde hair picked up in the wind brushing against my arm. Interesting that Charlotte had found me out here, I figured she'd be busy with the restaurant as it was still breakfast time. "Seth and Dean wandered into the restaurant one at a time, was waiting for you to show up, I was getting a little worried when you didn't. But here you are I guess."

I chuckled a little, I hadn't expected anyone to come looking for me let alone. But it was nice hearing that Dean and especially Seth had decided to do their own wandering probably thinking thoughts in their own way. Once again the small similarities in their personalities showing when they both decided to pop back up at the girls' restaurant, but who wouldn't want to go back there? Their company was a thing of beauty, they not only knew how to take care of their customers, and their establishment, but got the sense of care they had for one another as well. "Didn't mean to make you worry," I responded keeping a smile on my face. "I just needed to think things in my own ways."

"About what?" she asked me curiosity on her face. Her blue eyes focused on whatever it was I had to say. I had already kept Dean and Seth out of the loop for safety reasons, but Charlotte wasn't even a soldier. The shades of yesterday were starting to show and the internal battle began once more. It was a fight to reveal everything to her or not. I had only just met her, and it seemed that her and her sisters were worried about the attack on Ursa Minor.

I looked down at my clasped hands in my lap as I leaned forward with my elbows in my thighs. "I'm worried about what happened Ursa Minor." It wasn't far from the truth, it just wasn't the entire truth. She already knew I was a soldier, and who knows how many have already been dispatched to Ursa Major, and that was another issue that concerned me. If troops have been dispatched to Ursa Major, could they really do anything to stop the monstrosity that the project had created? Another sigh released from my lips as Charlotte just sat there listening what I had to say. I felt her hand rubbing my back up and down in a comforting gesture.

"Lets get you something to eat at least, sometimes helps clear your head some," she said smiling. I turned to look at her, her beautiful features on full display in the morning sun. I couldn't help but smile back, at least she was trying. She wasn't prying, which was something I was thankful for...I wholly expected for Seth and Dean to do so by now.

Charlotte and I walked back down the main road to the restaurant. Just as she had said Seth and Dean were there chatting and laughing a storm with the other girls. They were sitting in one of the booths in the middle with nearly empty plates of food, signifying that they had been there a while. It made me feel at ease a little they they were able to find their own company without one of us having to pull the other two along. I didn't listen to the whole conversation, but it sounded like Dean was telling a story about a friend he grew up in Atlas with. Sounds like they were close, and enjoyed their youth together.

I noticed the Atlean was the first to turn his attentions with, "About damn time!" he said with his signature grin on his face. I sat down in the booth next to Seth as I watched Sasha put down a plate of food before me. A hearty breakfast meal with scrambled eggs, a few strips of bacon, and pancakes. They weren't steaming, but it was still pretty warm. "It's been waiting for ya, Roman." he said before taking another fork full of pancake bits. I didn't say anything, only cracking a small smile. There was too much on my mind to speak, so I'd quietly let the others take the spotlight for now. I'd prefer it that way.

I watched as Seth had turned his attentions to Becky who'd just finished cleaning off the table behind her, before sitting in one of the chairs keeping her attentions on the younger man. "Miss Becky," he started, using those eloquent mannerisms that Charlotte pointed out yesterday. "Your accent is something I've never heard of here in the Celestial Providence. It's beautiful and exotic, where do you come from?" Seth had to have been curious, I'd met some with her accent before, but I sometimes forget that he was from outside the Alliance, he's probably never met anyone like her before.

She blushed a little at his comment, whether or not he was trying to be charming was intentional or not it certainly did grab her attention. "I'm from the Arbor Providence, just north of the Asgard. I moved to Odin when I was young with my parents cousin whom was more of a brother than a cousin. We were practically inseparable." I concentrated on my food fading in and out of her story of her growing up in Odin, the capital of the Asgard Providence. She was really close with her cousin it sounded like, protecting her and being there for her when he always needed it.

It was amazing that we met a group of girls, about the same age as us from the looks (I dare not ask a woman's age, ever) who were from different background but incredibly close. I wonder how they all met originally, was it by accident like Seth, Dean, and I? I felt like I was getting a glimpse into our future just by being next to these girls.

As I cleared my plate of the breakfast that lied before me, I faded back into Becky's story. "Eventually my cousin decided he wanted to join the military when he turned eighteen, but I wasn't ready to let go of my safety blanket just yet, so he dragged me to Astros with him. Very rare did I get to see him once he was done with basic. The last time I saw him I was told he goes by a new name now."

That sparked my attention instantly. Normally only the soldiers who joined Special Ops were the ones that had to get their names changed. I finally gave her my full attentions as I was rather curious whom her cousin was. Maybe I had worked with him before, maybe even one of the many that was mentored under Colonel Styles. "If I may, Becky," I interjected politely, "What was your cousin's symbolic name?"

She gave me a bright smile, it seemed like talking about her cousin left her in all sorts of a cheerful mood. With the way she praised him, and the way she spoke never saying a single negative thing about him, he had left a deep impression on her life. I never had anyone like that, not even Lorken held that on me, especially with how complicated our relationship was now. We were acquaintances at best now, any time we spoke it was all business hardly any small talk. "He told me to call him Finn Bálor."

And in an instant, I felt myself shut down for a moment just to process what she had told me. I dropped my fork as it clattered against the ceramic plate. My stomach twisted in all kinds of ways, it was about to send back up everything I had just eaten. Deep guilt was starting to sink in as I could no longer hear anyone's voice, only my own thoughts telling me to run. I knew her cousin alright, but not from Special Ops, he was a test subject at the facility. He was one of the many that got moved into maximum security. I could feel everyone's eyes on me as smiles began to fade. I needed to get away, from all of them even my own team.

"I need air." I quickly said. I didn't wait for a response, I bolted out of that place and ran down the street as fast as I could. I needed to put some distance between myself and everything. Eventually when I felt I had ran enough, I stopped to catch my breath in a nearby alleyway. Finally my churning stomach had decided to let loose everything it had contained.

I noticed the storm clouds that gathered overhead, and that was all I needed. I felt the tears burning in my eyes but no tears would spill. I refused to give my guilt that satisfaction. I just sat on the cold ground back against the nearest building pulling my knees close to my chest. I listened as the sound of thunder came crashing through the skies. I thought about going back to the hotel, but another part of me didn't want to face Dean and Seth. If they didn't have any suspicions before, they would certainly have them now.

I sat there, just thinking to myself how would I tell Becky that she wouldn't be allowed to see her cousin anymore? How could I face anyone's family for that matter? I could tell she had loved her cousin more than life itself and now he was considered dangerous and highly unstable by the same military that made him that way. The more I sank into my darker thoughts the more the thunder boomed overhead. I began to feel the droplets of rain hit my head. I didn't budge, I just wanted to sit there and dwell upon the experiments. The thought made me instinctively place a hand on my arm, there were no more welts, they had completely healed.

But what about those who can't ever recover? Those who were now stuck permanently as lab rats for the military. The same military that taught me discipline and values. I took off from the research facility at the first sign of trouble, not even thinking about what was going to happen to the other test subjects at the time. Now as it all hit me at once, who knows what was going to happen those who were transferred. How was I supposed to tell Becky now, why she was no longer allowed to see her beloved cousin? Each question was a knife slicing into my heart.

I just shut myself off, away from everything. I just wanted to sit there and soak in the rain. I didn't want to think about the girls, or the military, not even Seth and Dean. My guilt weighing me down, I just wanted to not think about anything.

I couldn't recall how long I had been sitting there, but I found it odd that Seth and Dean hadn't come looking for me. I sighed deeply, maybe they were just giving me the space I needed. With now the two on my mind, I decided it was time to return to the hotel. I should at least get out of these soaked clothes. I walked back down the main road taking a small shortcut to avoid passing the restaurant once more. I'm sure the girls couldn't have been too thrilled after how I stormed off. After a bit of extra wandering, I managed to find myself back at the hotel.

I entered the room to see that both men had their eyes beating down on me. Both with a look of concern on their faces. No one expected me to take off like that and certainly they didn't either. No one said anything and the atmosphere was tense. I didn't look at Seth or Dean just reached for my bag to grab something new to change into. I walked into the bathroom to wash the afternoon rain off.

Once I stepped back into the room the first thing I heard was Seth's voice. "What happened in Ursa Minor?" he said his voice cold, and large brown orbs staring up at me furious. This was a change in attitude for Seth. Never had I seen this side of him, and I've seen his kind of look before. It was a killer instinct, the kind of look you give when you wanted answers and you weren't going to wait for him. I watched as even Dean was taken back by his tone of voice. It was dare I say...terrifying. I thought about what I wanted to say, I suddenly felt my back pressed against the wall shoved into it by the smaller man. He took a grip of my shirt, "No excuses Roman! The truth! What happened in Ursa Minor?!"

I wouldn't let myself get intimidated at first, but then there was that look in his eyes. I could only focus on that look my heart starting to sink. For the first time in my life I felt fear, and this was what his victims felt when they were at his mercy. They were murderous, dull, this was not the Seth Rollins I knew...this was Tyler Black. This was the man that the High General feared. I couldn't bring myself to shove him away, or even look away the more those eyes demanded answers the more it was becoming harder to maintain my composure.

My knees could no longer hold myself up. I finally crumbled to the ground, my back slowly slid down the wall as I could feel the burning in my eyes again. Seth had kneeled down beside me, and finally I cracked. I leaned my head in on his chest letting loose the emotion I had bottled since leaving the facility. "It's my fault," I choked out while taking a grip of Seth's shoulders. I felt the younger man slowly reach over and rub my back. Seeing me break down like this must him snapped him out of whatever murderous trance he was in. "I got cold feet for just a second, and now people are dead. It's my fault."

"Roman, what happened?" asked Dean whose voice was full of unease. He obviously didn't like what he had heard, but I wasn't done. They needed answers and we weren't going to move any more forward if I wasn't honest now. I'd explain everything I just needed to calm down first. I ended up clinging to Seth harder just wanting any kind of comfort I could afford. After minutes of sobbing I was finally able to regain a bit of my senses. I dared not look at them just yet, I must have looked so pathetic. I never imagined the day I'd have that moment of showing them utter weakness.

"There was a test subject at the facility who was completely unstable. His body had a violent reaction to the experiments. Just to finish the process, he had to he held down." Seth seemed to freeze in place. His hand suddenly stopped rubbing my back. He backed away from me looking rather shocked. He couldn't have known something about that subject could he? "According to his files he was showing a lot of negative after effects, and possible instability. I ordered to have him moved to a research center in Freya, to have a team dedicated to him to get him stabilized."

"I remember hearing about that, the day I was released." said the youngest speaking up. Now I understood why he reacted the way he did. "The two guards who came and checked on me, one was sent to go grab the lead scientist and came back in a cold sweat." I looked down at him seeing his eyes still ridden with shock. "They were ordered to go back to the lab and hold down a test subject. I was groggy at the time so I didn't hear the whole conversation."

I noticed Dean shifting from his spot by the window to sit down on the bed in front of is. With the way his brows were furrowed and how he was tapping on his chin. He was in deep thought whatever he was thinking about definitely had those gears turning in his mind. He may have had some light to shed on this, hopefully. "I'm going to assume, he's the one that destroyed Ursa Minor. With that said, with that much power is there anything that can stop him, or is the military going to realize just the mistake they've done?" He stood up now looking visibly crossed. I'd never seen the Atlean look so serious. I was used to him having that grin planted on his face, but no just like Seth this was a different side of Dean Ambrose.

"I warned them what they were doing. I was the doctor's apprentice! Meaning I had all his research and the proof that they were attempting something that shouldn't be messed with. There were no records ever on success on a human modification and still they tried." I watched as Dean let loose his anger on the wall, putting a decent dent in it breaking the skin on his knuckles. He began to pace back and forth across the room constantly running his hand through his hair. He looked like he was ready to snap, he looked as if he wanted to break something that was more than just the wall.. His breathing picked up, if I thought Seth was pissed he had nothing on how Dean looked right now. I needed to get him to calm down, before himself or did something he regretted.

I stood from my spot walking up to the Atlean and looked him straight in the eye. "Look at me Dean, that's one subject that went rogue. But what about us," I showed him my arms, to give him proof that my welts had all healed. "We're fine Dean, you saw me crush that van, you even saw and heard it coming before anyone around us had a chance to notice, and Seth...his body can go fully intangible. One doesn't speak for the rest of us, maybe the doctor back then didn't have any proof then, but his apprentice does now!" I shouted back at him placing a hand on his chest. I could feel just how fast his heart was beating from all the boiled over rage, but there was that spark of enlightenment in his eyes.

He took a deep breath, he looked away from me for a second before completely backing away from me. The Atlean then took a moment to look at Seth, as he gave another deep sigh finally backing down. It seemed like my words had got to him, I too gave my own sigh in relief. Dean walked past me sitting on the bed. "Lets just get to Pegasus." he said hanging his head.

Seth stood up looking between us, "What about Ursa Major?" It seemed like that was still sitting at the back of his head. It was on all our minds but was this the time to be worrying about it? We still narrowly escaped confinement for the rest of our lives.

"There's nothing we can do, Seth." I told him, trying to still hold in my temper.

"Not yet anyway." Seth and I had turned our attentions to Dean. Who was looking over his shoulder at us with that signature grin planted on his face. I could tell, he believed in our team.

Awww...they had their first fight. This was a bit more on the happenings on Ursa Minor, and the younger two showing that they've not completely abandoned who they once were. Do you guys think Roman should feel guilty? I promise the next one won't be as short this time.

~CrisisExceed