So a jump and a bit more filler here, probably nothing special...but it's here and kinda moves things along even more. The muses for this one are hitting me hard. All sorts of thoughts and ideas floating around in my head and I just can't wait to put them to keyboard! Hope this is alright. Love you guys.


4 weeks and 3 days later...

'Finish the match, Finish the match, finish the match', was the only thing that ran through Seth's mind as he rested against the turnbuckle to asses the damage of his leg...knee...whatever it was.

It was hard to stand but somehow he managed.

He watched as Kane crashed through the table and waited a bit before setting him up for the pedigree. After being executed fine enough Seth rushed to cover him, promptly finishing the match.

'What happened?' He questioned silently as he stretched out his leg.

Whatever it was it wasn't good and that left him with a sense of dread.

He sat on the side of the ring, taking in the gasps and murmurs of the fans around him as they watched and that made him feel a tad bit worse. He softly responded to the questions and concerns of the ref, doc and trainers before they helped him stand and make it to the back.

Minutes later he found himself lying on the table in doc's office, staring up at the ceiling lights as they poked and prodded at him until they went to converse between themselves on what to do.

'This is just great,' Seth scowled as he steepled his hands over his belly. "Last thing I need right now. I'm at the top of the company and my momentum couldn't be any better...my career-'

"Seth," Someone questioned almost as if they had been talking to him all along.

"Yeah," He barely muttered as he blinked to.

"I was just asking if there was anybody you'd like to call, in case you need help with traveling and possible aftercare."

Seth frowned.

Aftercare?

How bad off was he? He looked between the workers standing around eying him in pity.

Why would no one tell him anything?

"What is," He shifted to sit up but the guy talking to him placed a calming hand on a shoulder, stopping him in place.

"Further assessment needs to be taken before we decide on what to do next. We don't have the equipment to properly diagnose…"

Seth's attention diverted elsewhere as he allowed his mind to wonder.

Crap this was bad.

Real bad.

He thought back on what doc had asked him just moments ago and only one name passed through his mind.

Rhea.


"Rhea! You have a call on line 1 and your 3:30 is here."

Rhea nodded, brushing her bangs out of her face, wiping at the sweat on her brow.

Work had been busy today, lots of people needing lots of work done. It was always like this during the holidays and would continue to be later on, a bit into the new year.

"Go ahead and send him in Kylie, I'm gonna go grab some more supplies."

The younger woman gave her a smile and nod and moved back out to the front just as Rhea stepped out of her work space to make it down the hall.

Her phone went off, alerting her of a text message and Rhea jumped, nearly dropping her tray with the sterilized utensils.

"Sheesh," She hissed, placing the tray down to steady her breathing and check her message real quick.

Seth: Not sure if your phone is off or not but can I talk to you?

Rhea frowned but speed dialed her friend who picked up on the second ring.

"Rhea, hey," He breathed.

"Seth," She questioned. "What's going on? Everything ok?"

She heard a sigh and some rustling before he answered her back.

"No...it's really not. There's been an incident over here and I'm hurt. I think it might be serious."

Rhea's mouth dropped open and she felt her eyes widen as she fiddled with the silver on her tray waiting for Seth to continue.

"During my match I sorta messed up on a powerbomb, that move is always so iffy, and I think something happened to my knee or leg. I don't know what until I can get an appointment…" He trailed off.

"The brunette gulped a bit, lifting and lowering a dental mirror. Just something to fiddle with really trying to calm her rising nerves.

"Well first off I'm glad you're...ok..? You're not hurt are you? In pain?"

"No. Just having trouble walking on my own," He chuckled slightly.

"Seth...Are you gonna be ok? What do you need? What can I do?"

Another pause before he groaned awkwardly.

"See...that's the thing. I called you to ask a favor. Kinda a big one actually."

Rhea hesitated, halting in her fiddling. "Yes...go on. You know I'm here for ya ninja."

Seth chuckled. God she was awesome. Shaking his head, he continued.

"Well I don't have anything set up yet but I'm sure some time next week I'll be having some kind of look over and not too soon after, surgery if needed. I don't know, gotta call Hunter for recommendations on a good doc..."

Rhea nodded even though he couldn't see her.

"Anyway...I might need some support and help the first couple of days. Before and after and I was wondering…"

"Hmm?"

"Would you mind helping me out? It'd just be for couple of days," He reiterated quickly.

Rhea blinked.

"Me," She squeaked.

"Well-"

"Why me," She questioned not really meaning to do so out loud.

'Cause you're the first one I thought of when I needed someone and you're the only one who can probably cheer me up.' "I mean...you don't have to if you don't want to."

"No, it's not that," The brunette was quick to answer. "I'm just surprised is all. What about your mom? Or say...your girlfriend?" She couldn't help but narrow her eyes a little at the last part of her question.

Seth laughed. "Girlfriend? Believe me if I had a girlfriend you'd be one of the first to know precious."

Rhea flushed. "I um...well, I mean if you really need the support I'll be there. Just let me know when and where and I'll see what I can do ok?"

"Yeah," Seth asked excitedly. He didn't want to get his hopes up but…

"I'll be there. Just call me back and let me know the deets. I probably better get back to work. I'm keeping my last patient and just yeah…"

"Ok gorgeous, talk to you soon," And with that Seth hung up leaving Rhea confused and slightly flustered.

Gorgeous? Precious?

And why did that leave her with a case of the butterflies?

Shaking her head, Rhea quickly gathered her things and made it back into her work space.


"So I talked to Rollins and it seems he's pretty banged up. He might be off the tour."

"Yeah, he called me earlier at work and pretty much caught me up to speed."

"Really," Dean questioned, his interest piqued. His girlfriend didn't notice his glaring look as she worked on finishing up the last of her dinner before setting it to the side.

"Yeah, he mentioned that it might be serious and will probably need some help." She finished with a sip of water before turning back to face her propped up tablet.

"Oh?" Dean raised an eyebrow.

Rhea nodded. "For a couple of days at least."

The scowl couldn't be mistaken for anything short of anger as Rhea watched him.

"What?"

"Mother. Fucker," He grumbled.

He hadn't had the chance to talk to his so called best friend like he had wanted, the excitement of the show, their separate story lines and different scheduling not allowing him to. They kept missing each other. But for him to single out his girl like this when it looked as if his suspicions might have been wrong left the red lights flashing and warning signals going off in his head.

"Dean?...Dean? Baby," Rhea finally tried loudly. "What is going on?"

Dean's dark gaze startled her as he looked up into the screen.

"Fucker's got a hard on for you. Probably thinks he stands a chance," He grumbled. "It's like he's forgotten who you belong to."

Rhea's eyes widened as she shifted to grab her iPad in both hands. She brought it up over her head as she laid back comfortably and stared at her boyfriend's handsome face.

"Hey," She cooed. "Don't be silly. I'm yours, he knows that, we know that, hell, everyone knows it," She finished with a grin. But Dean wasn't smiling, he wasn't laughing either. In fact he look completely wound up and angry and she needed to diffuse the situation but...she was curious.

"Wh-Why do you think he's into me like that?"

Dean gave her an incredulous look.

"Come on, Rhea. You fucking serious?"

She gave a single nod and Dean sighed.

"Ever since he's stuck it to you, the asshole has been all touchy feely and mooney eyed around you…"

"Dean…come on," Rhea laughed a bit, rolling her eyes playfully. "He's not-"

"No you come on," He cut in. "I'm fucking serious Rhea!"

The young woman took a moment to study her man and noticed his agitation level rise. She arched an eyebrow as she watched him some more.

His jaw was tensed, his shoulders raised and she saw a hand rubbing over his chest as it slowly traveled up, she was sure to tap on his collarbone in deep, fuming concentration.

She pursed her lips for a second before slowly setting her tablet down. He wouldn't notice anyway. She needed just one second.

"Dean," She spoke up several later. She brought the pad up, chest view, smiling at the screen. "This is all yours baby."

Dean twitched, his lips moving in silent conversation.

"Dean Ambrose. Look at the screen now!"

His head snapped up and his eyes widened comically. Rhea gave him a sly grin.

"Like I said just a second ago...this, " She pulled the iPad back, letting it roam over her body, Dean's eyes were wider if possible as he took in her smooth caramel skin. "Is all yours. You have me, Dean. Mind, body and soul."

"Shit," He muttered. "Rhea…"

She brought the screen upright a hooded look to her eyes, corner of her lip in between her teeth.

"Take off that shirt," He growled.

Rhea's face lit up. There was her man...

It didn't fix this, she knew, but it sure as hell was a good distraction.

And like she said, she was all his.

"Good girl," he crooned. "Now pinch and tug on those nipples for me."

She watched him wet his lips as he laid back, phone in hand and she briefly saw a hand slide off screen followed by a jingle of a belt buckle.

Oh yes...definitely his.


The loud ringing of his cell jarred Seth awake with a start and he quickly reached over, slapping at his nightstand to get the incessant noise to stop.

"Fuck," He yelled as his phone went tumbling to the floor. "Thought I had turned that shit off!"

The ringing kept on as he laid in bed trying to calm down the heavy thumping in his chest. His phone stopped moments later and he let out a sigh of thankfulness only for it to start back up.

"What," He barked, after managing to scoop up his phone, switching the lamp on beside the bed.

There was silence and Seth pulled the phone back to check his caller ID but before he could loud rustling sounded on the other line followed by heavy breathing. Seth frowned. Was this some sort of prank call? How did this person get his number?

"What's your game, Rollins?"

Seth squinted in confusion, staring at the clock beside his bed.

"W-What," He coughed trying to clear his throat. "Ambrose? What are you talking about? Game? Dude, it's 3 o'clock over here...and I'm sure it's the same where you're at too, what are you doing up?"

There was a huff and then, "Why Rhea, Seth?"

Seth sat, trying to rack his brain on what he had done to the small woman but came up short. As if to answer him Dean continued on.

"Why do you need her, Seth? Why not your mother or even your father? Brother maybe?"

Ah, so Rhea and Dean had talked. Of course they had! It was only right.

Seth shook his head to clear out lingering sleep filled cobwebs.

"She's my best friend...heck, you guys are my best friends and naturally I thought of you, her or Roman but seeing as how you and Ro are traveling...I dunno, I guess I just wanted someone to help distract me. Keep my mind off of shit in case it was bad."

A pause. "She has work."

"I-I know. Just...it was only gonna be a couple of days at the most to get me too and from."

He couldn't understand the hostility coming from Dean's side. It wasn't like he was doing anything wrong here. It was a friend asking for another friend's help. He really didn't want family involved they'd just worry and nag and he'd just be left feeling worse than he already did.

Under normal circumstances Dean might have considered this. What was a friend helping out another friend? This was his best friend and his girl, people he trusted with his life.

But now…

And yeah, maybe he was being paranoid but better safe than sorry right?

"Dean...this is me you're talking to. You know me. Where is all this..this whatever it is coming from? I swear I have no motive."

Dean grumbled something and sighed. "Yeah...you sure about that? You look like you have all kinds of motives when it comes to my girl." He gnashed his teeth and Seth grimaced from actually hearing the click on the phone. A moment later he was laughing.

"What? Motive to? Yes, Dean, Rhea is a gorgeous girl, any guy can see that," He could hear the rumble across the phone. Sheesh! "But I'm your friend, best friend. Sure we've had our share of differences and I've had loads of fun...being with her but that is your girl man, she's yours. Why would I betray you like that, hurt you? It's not me."

There was nothing on the other line and he tapped on the bed beside him.

"Did Rhea say something or…"

"Just looking out for what is mine. Making sure I don't have to mangle you for trying shit. You guys have been looking pretty chummy lately…."

Seth scoffed.

"Dean, we've always been chummy man! Like I said, you guys are my best friends. Practically family. Come on dude."

Dean sighed.

"Are you going to make me get all 'Days of Our Lives' and tell you that I love you, that we're bros till the end and nothing can come between us?"

Dean couldn't help but let out an amused 'psh'. "You wish, Rollins. Look. Just, don't...try anything. I wouldn't wanna have to rip your head off and feed it to the swamp assholes' crocodiles ok?"

Seth rolled his eyes playfully, moving to finally lay down in his bed. Ah, good old Dean, random and brash but a good friend and person through it all.

"I wouldn't dream of it man. Wouldn't dream of it."