Disclaimer Seth Rollins, and the various other superstars mentioned in this story are the property of the WWE and/or the actors / sports entertainers / superstars that portray them. This story is intended as tribute only and is not intended to infringe on any copyrights.

Original characters are the property of myself, and only children of my own imagination. Any resemblance to any real persons, living or dead is purely coincidental.

The Girl Who Lives
Part Four

They decided to stop by catering again after the Nerf war, Jimmy and Jey so they could eat, everyone else because they all wanted to get something to drink. The basement, if not dusty, had been a little dry. As they headed towards catering, Seth noticed Payton was going from excited and happy to quiet again. "Are you okay?" he asked her.

She nodded and said, "I'm a little tired." But there was a look in her eyes that just told Seth she was merely saying what she thought he wanted to hear. He was surprised at how quickly he was getting to know Payton, not just on the surface, but enough to read her emotions in her body language.

But, knowing someone's body language didn't mean he knew what to say or if he even had the right to pry. He hesitated. He was holding her hand and they'd fallen behind Dean, Roman and the twins. "Are you sure that's it?" he finally asked, figuring if she persisted in telling him her only problem was being physically tired, he would accept it.

She bit her lip, studying him for a moment. "We have to go to the hospital tomorrow," she finally said.

"Are you worried about your brother?" he asked, pausing to give them even more space from the others.

She nodded, but it was a weary nod. "Yeah, a little. I'm always worried about Preston, but he's doing okay. He's over half way done with his chemo."

He nodded, encouraging her to speak, finding it a little bit heartbreaking that her vocabulary included words like chemo. He felt a rush of sympathy for Preston too, because he was pretty sure Preston knew those words too, along with a lot of others that no child should ever know.

"I-I've had fun," she finally said. "I-I like you."

He smiled. "I've had fun too, these last couple days, and I like you, too." Then he realized what she might be hinting at. Odds were that Dolph would keep in touch with Preston, probably already was. No one considered it odd when the favorite Make a Wish child and their favorite wrestler stayed in touch. Seth wasn't sure if Preston knew how to write, but if he did, it would be a given that Dolph and Preston, possibly even Daniel and Preston would text and email each other. If that wasn't possible, there would be the occasional phone call when time allowed and when situations called for it. Seth was sure Dolph knew Preston would be going to the hospital for his treatments tomorrow and would call before, after, or both to see how things had gone. That would be normal; that would be expected. But no one would be expected to keep in touch with Payton. Payton was fine, Seth was under no obligation to befriend Payton, he had done that on his own. He stopped, and knelt down so he could look into her eyes. "We can keep in touch, Payton. I'll give you my email address and maybe we can even text each other. My schedule is pretty busy, but Roman and Dean find time to text their kids, I can find time to text with you. And I'd like to do that."

She looked down at her feet. "I don't have a computer anymore," she mumbled. "Well, I do, but it's in Preston's room an' every time I go to use it, he suddenly wants to use it."

"Why is your computer in Preston's room?" he asked, before he could stop himself, because part of him suspected why this was and he wanted to confirm it.

"Preston has a lot of friends who email him," Payton explained. "He broke his laptop an' my parents thought we should share."

He could understand that odds were the Caldwells were having financial problems. God knew a sick child could drain resources quickly, even with places like St. Jude's and insurance. What he didn't like though, was that Preston had broken his laptop and Payton had to pay the price. He remembered his last laptop, he had donated it to a local charity that in turn gave them to school children who couldn't afford one. He wished now he had kept it, he would have given it to Payton. He would have called Kayla and asked her to mail it today. "Do your parents have a cell phone you can text with?" he asked, even though he had a funny feeling that if they did have a cell phone, and likely they did, they weren't going to let their daughter text on it.

He was not surprised at all when Payton shook her head, no. "It's important," she mumbled. "The phone is not for play." She confirmed his other suspicion too, when she added, "We don't have a regular phone either, anymore."

"Well, we'll find a way," he said, slowly, trying to think. "I'll give you my email address, there must be some times when you have access to a computer, aren't there?"

She nodded. "The hospital has an area for kids," she made a gesture towards herself, "kids like me, who aren't sick but have sick brothers and sisters. There are computers in there. Of course, everyone wants to use them, but I can get on them sometimes. I have checked my email. A couple friends from school used to write me." She looked down at her feet. "They don't anymore. Probably got tired of me not getting back to them very fast."

"Well, I don't care how long it takes for you to write me back," he assured her, but he was thinking about another way as well. "I might take awhile to get back to you because I'm busy too. We'll both understand, right?"

She nodded, finally looking at him, a shy smile on her face. He could see in that smile the young woman she would grow up to be and he saw she would be a heart breaker. No, she would not be a million dollar beauty, no one would suggest she should be the next top model, but she had beautifully expressive eyes and her smile was warm and sweet. There would be boys who would do whatever they could to get her to smile, because when she smiled at you, you felt you were the only person in her mind, the only one she was thinking about. "I would like that."

Seth found himself thinking of those boys that would one day date her. He had the feeling that if he were still in touch with her by then, and had the chance to meet any of these boys, none of them would be good enough for her. He wondered if Payton's father would feel the same way. He should, he thought. He damned well should.

When they got to catering, they barely gotten water and sat down with Dean and Roman, when Eric Rowan came up and told him they could use the ring to practice for their match that night. Seth was about to say that he would bring Payton back to her parents, but then changed his mind. "Do you want to watch us practice?" he asked. He had the feeling Payton knew that wrestling was scripted, she hadn't questioned why he was still friends with Roman and Dean, even though in the show they acted like enemies. Some kids believed for a long time, others picked up almost instinctively, that wrestling was just like any other form of entertainment, that it was taking place in some make believe world. Payton seemed to be of the second school.

Payton nodded, her eyes sparking again. "Really? I can watch?"

"Sure."

As they were headed to the arena and the ring, they passed the Promotions office again. Seth saw Mitchy inside with two of the interns and got an idea. "Hey, you two go on ahead, I'll be with you in a minute," he called said. "I just have to talk to Mitchy for a second." He looked at Payton, "Do you mind going ahead with Eric?"

She shook her head and left with Eric, walking along side of him. For all of Eric's rough appearance, he really was good with kids, at least the ones that could get past the appearance, which Payton seemed fine with. As usual before a show, the halls backstage were a frenzy of activity. Seth watched as Eric offered his hand and Payton hesitated, then took it. He noticed that she didn't dance along side Eric and felt a surge of pleasure at that, as if he were assuring himself that she liked him more than Eric. He felt ashamed of that surge, he was an adult, he shouldn't care who Payton liked, as long as they weren't someone who would do the girl or others, harm. But even though he was feeling shame, he still felt pleased.

When they were far enough down the hall that Seth was sure they wouldn't hear him, he went into the Promotions office. "Hey, Mitchy,"

"Hey yourself," she said. "Here for more T-shirts for your friend?"

He shook his head and motioned to the interns. "Is there any chance I can borrow one of your workers to run an errand for me?"

Mitchy pretended to contemplate this for moment, then shook her head. "Feel free, I've been mostly giving them busy work. She looked at the interns, one male, one female. Seth didn't know their names, interns were a rapidly changing lot around here. "Risa, Larry, which one of you wants to run and errand for Seth, here?"

"I will," Risa quickly said, earning her a look of dismay from Larry, who seemed to have hoped he'd be the one to get away from the sorting and busywork Mitchy was having them do.

"Fine," Seth said. He explain what he wanted and gave her the money he thought she would need and then added more in case it was more expensive than he thought. "I'll be in the arena with Rowin, practicing for the show tonight," he said. "Can you bring it there?"

She nodded again as she folded the money and put it in her pocket. "There's a Walmart just down the street, I'm sure they'll have it. I'll be back in a jiffy."

"Thanks." He smiled at the term "jiffy," it was an expression he hadn't heard in quite awhile, right up there with "two shakes of a lamb's tail." It had a quaintly old fashioned feeling to it. He thanked Mitchy again for letting him send Risa out for him. Strictly speaking, interns were not here to run errands for wrestlers, but they often did. Seth was grateful that Mitchy didn't mind.

When he got out to the arena, Eric and Payton were talking. When she saw him, she got out of the ring and went off to the side quietly to watch without being prompted. Seth appreciated that, other times there were kids at practice, they wanted to stay in that ring. Even Neil, who he looked at as a surrogate nephew and a good kid, had been unable to resist running the ropes, although to be fair, Dean had been eager to have his son play in the ring. Dean was convinced Neil was going to grow up to be a far better wrestler than he was and loved every chance he could get to show the kid off.

Ring practice time was valuable and thus, given sparingly, especially if you were not the main event, which Seth and Eric were not. So, it wasn't surprising that just as they were finishing up, Risa came in holding a Walmart bag, having finished her errand. Seth met her on the ramp and she handed him the bag. "The receipt and the change is in there, too," she said. "And I set it all up too, just like you wanted."

"Thanks," he said. "I appreciate it."

"Any time." She smiled and left.

Seth walked over to Payton. "I have something for you."

"For me?" She pointed to herself, another one of those shy, sweet, smiles coming to her lips, as if she was amazed someone might want to give her a gift.

"Uh-huh," he said, nodding too. He opened the bag and pulled out what Risa had picked up for him, which was a pay-as-you-go Smartphone. "I'm going to guess you know what this is?"

She nodded, not saying a word, just looking from him to the phone and back to him, as if she was waiting for him to pull it back and yell "Psych!"

"Well, you were talking about how you don't have access to a lap top all the time, and this, well, it's almost like a laptop in itself." He handed her the phone and she took it carefully, as if it were something fragile that might shatter in her hands. "You can surf the web, and send emails with it." He had considered getting her just a regular phone and service that they could use to just text and call, but then he thought she might appreciate having the web, especially since she was home schooled. Plus, she probably had a Facebook or at least something like a Facebook, but for younger kids. He wasn't sure, but Leah seemed to find the internet an important part of her life, Seth was pretty sure Payton had too, before her computer had been delegated to Payton's room.

"And we can text!" she exclaimed, "Oh wow!" She clutched the phone to her chest for a moment, as if it had gone from being something fragile into a favorite stuffed toy. Then she looked at him. "Are-are you sure?"

He nodded. In truth, he could afford the phone, along with the year prepay of unlimited talk, text, and internet. No, it wasn't a cheap present, but something told him that it would be a good idea to get her a phone she could use for herself if needed. I've got the manual and stuff here too, for you. Do you think you can figure it out?"

She nodded. "My grandma and grandpa had one, I helped them get it all set up." She frowned, looking at the phone then looking at him. "A-are you going to tell my folks about this?" Her voice was casual, but he heard the worry in it. She was afraid he would tell her parents and they would either insist he take the phone back, or they would allow her to accept it, then would come the time when Preston saw her with it and Preston would want it himself. And her parents would tell her that couldn't she be nice and let Preston use it for awhile? She would of course, because she'd really have no choice and Preston would refuse to give it back or he would break it, possibly both.

Seth paused, feeling the dilemma of the situation. There were some who would think that giving Payton a cellphone was a little on the creepy side. It didn't matter that he looked at her only as a kid, an interesting and polite kid, but a kid none-the-less. A child who could use a friend, perhaps even a child who needed an adult friend in her life to make up for the fact that her dying brother seemed to need almost all of her parents time and energy. There were people who would immediately jump to the wrong conclusion. And Seth knew the sneakier he was about it, the worse it would be. Giving her the cellphone might be a little creepy, but if he was straight forward and honest about it, it might be overlooked. For her parents to find it later and ask her and for her to say, "Oh, Seth Rollins gave it to me. We've been texting back and forth and I email him," would really look bad. But of course, if he was upfront and honest, there was a good chance the person he intended to be helped by the phone wouldn't be, instead it would be a toy for her baby brother. He bit his lip, then looked at her, his gaze steady. "It is a present from me to you," he finally said. "Who you tell about it is your business, not mine."

She looked back at him, their gazes locked and he knew they had entered an understanding. Both of them knew that there was something vaguely wrong with what they were doing, they were plotting and planning against her parents. But they also both knew that the only thing they were doing wrong was a sin of omission, not the actual act itself. That the gift of the phone was fine. She finally nodded, then swiftly, she threw her arms around him, hugging him tightly. "Thank you," she said, her head pressed into the front of his shirt. "Thank you so much!"

"You're welcome," he said, hugging her back. He wished suddenly that he was related to her, an uncle or something, so that he could step forward and offer to help the Caldwells with her. Sure, he was on the road most of the time, but he did get home a few days a month, and Kayla loved kids. He wouldn't have minded having her stay over with him and Kayla. He had a feeling Kayla and Payton would get along really well.

"I'm going to password protect it," she said when they drew apart. "Just in case.. I lose it or something."

"Good idea," he said. "I'll give you my contact information too. I have an email address that is under a name no one knows I use. You can email me there."

She nodded, looking up from the phone, which she had turned on and started flicking through it.

They spent the next few minutes figuring out how to password protect the phone, and how to connect to the internet. Soon enough she was signed into to her email account. She handed the phone over to him for a minute and Seth entered his contact information. Like many celebrities, Seth had several things under a name that was only given to family and close friends. It was not a name that he ever had or ever would consider using as a ring name. There was no way anyone would associate the name with Seth Rollins, WWE Superstar. He had an email address under that name, and his private cell phone was listed under that name. He knew he was trusting Payton with a big secret giving this information to her, but he also knew he could trust her, she wouldn't give the number or the name away to anyone. When he tried to hand the phone back, she shook her head.

"There's locks in there you should put on," she said, softly.

"Locks?" he was puzzle, why should he put locks on?

"This is the same phone my grandparents have," she said, shrugging. "When I was helping them, I found the parental locks. I didn't turn them on, because my grandparents are old enough. But I'm not. You have to password them. You're an adult and you bought the phone for me, you should do that, you should pick the parent password."

He wasn't sure if she understood what she was saying or if she had just chanced into something, but he took the phone and the two of them looked at it. There were a variety of parental controls and the two of them figured out the most appropriate settings for a girl her age. When they were done, she popped the phone into one pocket, the manuals in the other.

"I should get you back to your parents," he said, regretfully. "I need to get ready for the show tonight."

She nodded looking equally as regretful, but then she patted her pocket, the one containing the phone and smiled. "Thank you again," she said, taking his hand.

"You're welcome." He smiled at the girl.

It was late that night when Seth and many of the other wrestlers got back to the hotel they were using. Roman and Dean were sharing a room, and while normally the two might have gone out to sample the night life, they decided to relax and have a drink in their room instead. Their next house show was in Kentucky and their flight was leaving at some godawful time in the morning, so they would have plenty of time to make the media circuit required in every town. Seth was just hoping he'd have time for some type of work out.

Their rooms were right across the hall from each other. Just as Seth was about to go into his room, he paused and looked at them. "Can I..." he started, then paused. Yes, they were still friends, but it wasn't the same as when they were all Shield. They swore the break up wouldn't affect the friendship and for the most part, it didn't, but there were still times when what used to be easy now seemed awkward. They didn't share hotel rooms anymore. While Seth appreciated the privacy from the two party animals, there were times when he missed that intimacy. There was something comforting to know that the three of them were united, not just in the ring.

"Can you, what?" Dean asked, looking at him.

Seth realized he had paused too long. "Nothing," he said.

Roman was studying him carefully. Yes, Roman was the brute of the Shield and he was still pushed as the powerhouse, but blunt of body didn't mean blunt of mind. "Want to join us for a drink?" he asked, sensing that Seth needed to talk.

Seth shrugged, then nodded. "Yeah, give me a few to change and call Kayla. It's pretty late, so she won't want to talk long."

Roman nodded. "Sounds good, we'll see you in a few."

End of Part Four

Author's Notes: Usually I try to do the author's notes after the thanks to guest reviewers, but one response is rather long and I wanted to put it at the bottom so people could skip it if they wish. If "guest" wants to know my reaction to s/h/it's review, they can read to the bottom. Everyone else, it's optional. But anyway, thank you so much, readers of this story! At writing this, the story has 60 Reviews, 29 favorites, 41 follows. That's pretty amazing considering I'm just posting chapter five and I thank all of you. I would especially like to thank AeonBlue and Hyrde for their deliciously detailed reviews. But as you know, any review is so appreciated, even just a one line to say "Hey, liked it!"

And, as I've said before, I am a big girl, I can take criticism. Flames I'm not so good on. One you insult me personally, you crossed the line into flame territory. But, if you have legitimate dislikes and want to tell them to me, or if you see a blatant mistake you want to see corrected, let me know. If you don't want to put it on the reviews page, for fear people will be harsh, then send it to me by PM. If you PM me privately, that's exactly how our conversation will remain, private.

This is the last of the chapters I had prewritten, now I'm flying by the seat of my pants. I will do my best to update, but we're at the busy season at work, it might take me longer than it has been. I ask for your patience and understanding.

Special Thanks To:

Mz: Thank you for your review, I'm glad you enjoy the story.

Emilee: I'm glad you enjoyed the Nerf fight. I don't find action scenes to be my forte, so I'm always pleased when I do write them and people like them. You're right, Payton does need more occasions like this in her life, where she can play and be a little girl. Thank you so much for your review.

And even...

Guest: I really wish you had signed in for this one, because then we could have discussed this in private. But you didn't even put a name to yourself that I could refer to you by. Since anyone can claim to be "guest" just so it's clear, I'm going to put your review here:

I read two chapters to see if this story was any good and it suxs hard. Seth is totally ooc, so is Dean. Like I'd really believe Dean would be showing pictures of some stupid kid. And Payton isn't cute, she's just some dumb stupid kid who can't stand it if she isn't the center of attention. Dumb story, stupid writer, don't waist your time with this, there are much better writers on this site.

I'm also going to assume you wrote the review right under it, since they're both in the same vein? No, I am not going to be any ruder to you than you were to me. I have said I can take criticism and I stick by that. Even though you crossed the line (personal insults) I will assume that was just a slip of the fingers. So, let's begin, shall we?

First, I appreciate that you read two chapters. That's giving the story a pretty good chance, so I can't fault you for that. You gave the story a good shot. Thank you. However, I do want to point out that it's "sucks" not "suxs." I know net-speak is a way of life for many folks these days, but net-speak is a way to abbreviate words so they can be typed faster. In this case, you saved yourself one mere letter. And since the word was meant to show impact, having a misspelling or using net-speak didn't exactly make you look credible. It made you look a bit like a troll.

But, at least you went on to elaborate why my story "suxs hard," which I'm grateful for. I've said before that what I post I will defend, but it's hard to defend a blanket statement. You say I have Seth acting OOC. Really? What do you base this on? The fact that he's a bad guy now? Well, I'm basing it on when Seth was in The Shield. There were quite a few promos where he acted like the parent to Roman and Dean. They would be fighting like kids, and Seth would be the one to tell them to straighten up and focus. In particular the "Llama, camel, lamb" mask promo where Dean and Roman were arguing over what type of mask Eric Rowan wore. Dean and Roman were ready to fight all night over that. Seth pointed out (correctly) that it was a lamb mask and then said something to the effect of, It doesn't matter, we need to focus. Another example was the promo right after Roman accidentally speared Dean. Again, Dean and Roman wanted to fight and argue, and Seth stepped in. Even though Seth is a bad guy now, he's still Seth Rollins, he's still the same person. I think this allows me to base how I see Seth on what he did as a member of The Shield as much as I can on what he's like as a bad guy. As a member of Shield, he was like a parent, it's not too far fetched to imagine he'd be willing to act as a bit of a parent or at least uncle/big brother to a child who is lacking for attention from adults.

I'll also point out that one of the reasons why he is drawn to Payton is because she likes bad guys, like him. Is it really that far fetched to imagine Seth would appreciate a child who liked bad guys? Who didn't automatically gravitate only to the good guys like Dolph and Daniel? Sure, it's natural for children to be drawn to the good guys, it's instinct actually, so I don't think there is anything unusual about Preston preferring the good guys. But I think Seth, having been used to playing a hero that children loved and now being a villain that many hate, would appreciate a little girl who liked him, not in spite of him being a bad guy, but at least in part, because he is a bad guy.

Since you gave no example of how I was having Seth act OOC, I can't point to your example and give you a reason why I disagree, so I'll have to hope the statement above covers that. If it doesn't, please feel free to tell me exactly where I have Seth stop acting OOC, and we'll discuss it.

Dean you were more specific. Dean you said was OOC because he's willing to show off pictures of his son. Yes, Neil is his son, not just some random "Stupid kid." I don't know if you've read my other stories, but I have a series about Dean and a girl he knew from his younger days called Cinnamon. And yes, if I had known that Cinnamon would be a regular character in my stories, I would have never named her Cinnamon. I'm actually surprised you didn't pick up on that and blast me for using such a Mary Sue name. I would have had to give that one to you. Cinnamon is a Mary Sue name, however, I was writing the character as the mythical girl in the past, the one who got away, meant for one story only. I thought I could use an unusual, outlandish name for that. Had I known I would go on to make her such a huge part of my world, I would have named her Nichole or Bethany. Something, anything but Cinnamon. However, I digress. I did show Dean and Neil becoming close in other stories. Yes, I know, I did say that you didn't have to read my other stories to understand this one, but I never thought anyone would question why Dean was proud of his kid. Aren't most parents?

Is it the overboard enthusiasm Dean shows? With all the picture? I base that on how Dean reacted when Shield broke up. Roman was upset, but he dealt with it. Dean, however, was hurt. Dean took it personally. And we find out later why Dean took it so personally, when Seth goes, "I was never your friend, I was never your brother." That's when we saw Dean go from upset and angry to pissed off and hurt. Dean Ambrose, much like Jon Moxley, has never been shy about admitting he had a poor childhood. He's spoken like his character never really had strong family bonds. It's not too far off to imagine that The Shield might be his first experience of what it would be like to have true brothers who loved you, cared for you and watched out for you. Is it really that hard to imagine that would be very important to Dean? Now he finds out he has a son he never knew about. Don't you think that once he and the child bonded, that the child would become very important to Dean? I don't think that's too OOC to imagine. However, again I put the offer on the table. If you can point to examples to show how you feel Dean would reject or at least downplay his own child, please feel free to share them with me. And yes, you can privately message me if you wish. Again, I don't mind if you dislike the story, that's your choice. But I will defend it if I feel you're wrong.

Your final point in examples of the great suckage which is this story (should I say suxage?) Payton, my OC. I find it weird when people try to tell me I got my OC's 'wrong' because well, I'm their God in a sense, it's strange having someone tell you that something you created you got "wrong." But, your point was that you feel she's a "dumb stupid kid who can't stand it if she isn't the center of attention." What do you base this on? The fact that she was so willing to go to lunch with Seth? Nope, I'm not buying that. Until Seth coaxed her, she was sitting in the back of the room, watching as her brother got all the attention. Well, maybe you think that she was being quiet and forlorn because she was upset that Preston was getting attention and not her? If so, I'm sorry my writing left that impression. I was trying as hard as I could to show that Payton is way too used to being shoved aside for her brother that she doesn't feel she has a right to participate in activities that highlight her brother.

Think about when her stomach growled. Did she leap up and say, "I'm hungry, time for lunch!" No, she didn't. And in truth, wouldn't most kids tell their parents they were hungry? Isn't that what kids are supposed to do? But not Payton. In fact, she was distressed because she was afraid Seth might ask about it, so she quickly tried to pass it off as a gas bubble. Which basically boiled down to she was more willing to admit she had a fart building up in her guts than say she was hungry and needed lunch. She felt she didn't have a right to eat because Preston wasn't hungry. Does that really sound like a spoiled brat who wants to be the center of attention? What about her remark that she was healthy and that was the greatest gift of all. Would a child who had to be the center of attention say something like that? So, again, I don't see anything that tells me you were right and that I somehow portrayed Payton as a different child than I intended her. Considering the other reviews I've gotten and the remarks said about Payton? I think I nailed her. I think the problem is your reading abilities over my writing abilities. And I can't help you with that, I am not a reading comprehension teacher.

Dumb story? That's a matter of opinion. Obviously you felt it was so, and that is valid. However, I know my writing isn't for everyone. If it was, I would have a billion favorites, a billion follows and probably a million reviews. If my writing had the power to universally please everyone who read it, wow, I'd be a whole lot more popular than I am. Sixty reviews? Shit, I'd have six thousand. Since I don't, since nothing I've written has broken the thousand reviews or even 50 follows, I am sadly forced to come to the conclusion that nope, my writing does not have universal appeal. I am no JK Rowlings. I'm an amateur writer who tries her best and fails more than she succeeds, but I keep trying because that's all I can do. I wish I could please more people, but I can't. I can only be me. I can only try to put a little bit of my heart and soul into everything I write and hope that others of a similar mind can and will appreciate it.

I get the feeling you were trying to warn people off my story and that certainly is your right as well. But, I would suggest that in the future if you want to be taken seriously you should sign in. If you don't have an account, get one, it isn't hard. Second, back up your opinion. Don't just say my story "suxs hard," tell potential readers why it sucks hard. Don't just say, "Seth is OOC," tell folks why you think he's being OOC. I can defend my point, you should be able to defend yours as well. Sound reasonable, not like this story is a personal affront to you and yours. But don't give vague reasons and expect to be taken seriously. Don't call me "stupid" because that just makes you look childish. Stupid is such a relative term anyway. When it comes to mathematics and some of the sciences, yes, I am far below average. But when it comes to other things, I'm a bit above. When it comes to writing, I think I'm at least as good as the average writer on this site.