He'd just gotten back to the hotel, and he was currently standing at the door that seperated his room from her room on the inside, his hand over the knob hesitantly. "Vivienne?"

" Go away, Danielson." Vivienne muttered as she rolled over on her bed, crossed her legs behind her head and turned a page in her book, biting her lip, her mind going back to the brutal attack he'd went through, because of her, at the hands of her sadistic ex, Dean Ambrose.

" Open the damn door, now." Bryan said calmly, in a commanding voice as he added, "Or I'll kick it open. I know it's not locked."

" Didn't you learn anything today?" Vivienne called out as she paused a moment and took a deep breath before continuing, " Why are you even worried now? It's not like you give two shits to begin with, I mean you've done nothing but point out just how useless I am since I became your valet."

" That's what I want to talk to you about. Just let me in, Vivienne." Bryan said as he took a deep breath and kicked the door open, stepping into the room.

" Feel better now, Danielson?" Vivienne asked, biting her lip, wincing at the stitched places on his forehead before moving so he could sit down since he obviously wasn't planning on leaving her alone anytime soon. And naturally, when he sat down, the compulsion to be closer to him struck her, overwhelmed her and though she tried like hell to fight it for once, she couldn't.

"How the hell did you rip a stitch already?" she asked in concern as she went to the bathroom for a white rag, wet it under the cool water and came back, sitting cautiously balanced on the edge of his lap, trying to ignore how the way his legs felt holding her up, the way his cologne smelled, the way his eyes were this particularly appealing shade of stormy grayish blue right now as he stared at her in confusion, were all affecting her.

" It's nothing." Bryan muttered as he looked at her, then let his eyes wander down to the purplish bruise on her throat and growled remembering earlier, Dean's hands around her throat. " Why'd you take off so fast?"

" Bryan, don't. You don't want me to answer that." Vivienne said as she kept her eyes from meeting his. She'd been out riding around, thinking. She'd come to the conclusion that if she had to keep Dean from killing Bryan, she'd go back to him.

But before she could say anything, she felt his arms going around her waist as he pulled her further into his lap and said quietly, "You're thinking about going back to him, aren't you?"

"Bryan, don't ask something you don't want an answer to."

"Why in the fuck would you even consider it? He's going to kill you. Do you just want to die? Do you just think that whatever you've done that however you used to be is just so bad that you honestly deserve that? Because you don't." Bryan said angrily as he looked at her, keeping her from moving and flinching away from him, holding her on his lap, making her look him in the eye.

"Because it's the only way.." Vivienne started, then fell silent, biting her lower lip as she fought to keep the words in. She wasn't about to explain this to him, because he wouldn't get it. Because he didn't know how she felt, because chances were, he didn't love her in return and the whole thing was stupid.

" The only way what?"

" I'm not going to say it."

Bryan leaned in and said calmly, " Tell me, now. What's the hold Dean Ambrose has on you?"

" If I don't go back to him..." she took a deep breath before continuing, "Then he'll do worse than what he did tonight, to you. I never should have asked to be your valet, it was stupid. I just.."

" I can handle myself, Vivienne. And someone has to stand up for you. Whether you realize it or not, you're not really deserving all of this shit that he's bringing on you. And people." he paused carefully before correcting himself, "And I care about you. I don't want to see you go back and get hurt worse than what he did to you tonight before Kane got hold of him."

"It's not your job, Bryan. I made this mess when I was stupid enough to get mixed up with him, I have to fix it, on my own."

"No, Vivienne, you don't. And you're not. If I have to cuff you to me, you're not going to go back to him. Kaitlyn doesn't want to see you get killed and neither do I. Doesn't anything mean anything to you?"

"You being alive does. Everyone I could care about being kept out of his rage does. I'll be fine. Like I said, Bryan. I'm not a saint."

"But you don't deserve the 9th ring of hell, either." Bryan said as he made her look at him. He bit his lower lip and then leaning in, cautiously kissed her.

Vivienne tried to back away, she tried to not kiss back, but she couldn't. Then she groaned and biting her lip said " It has to be this way."

" No, it doesn't, and it's not." Bryan said in a calm but firm voice. He was completely confused right now, why was he fighting her on this?

Why was she not fighting it? Why had she just accepted that she "had to" accordin to her, do this?

Meanwhile, downstairs, Seth Rollins turned to Dean and said quietly, " Tonight was too far, Ambrose. You're fucking losing sight of the bigger picture. Look, you need to get your head back in the plan, Ambrose. Leave her alone. You two did more than enough damage to one another while you were dating. This is ten times worse than when you went after Regal."

" Shut the fuck up, Rollins. She's mine, and he's not getting her. I need her." Dean said as he bit his lip and growled then said "And she needs to learn that noone will ever be me. Noone will ever take my place. Ever." as he snapped a fork in his hand in half, in anger.

Roman Reins sighed and then said calmly, " I'm going to beat the fuck out of you if you don't get your head out of this, back where it belongs. This is our shot, and you're not going to fuck it up. Leave the bitch alone."

" Do not fucking call her that. Only I get to call her anything. Her name better never come out of your mouth again. Clear, Reins?" Dean asked, as he grabbed Roman by the throat. Roman of course, smirked and did the same back to him.

Seth spoke up again and said quietly, "Regal was talking to McMahon about how you're only a danger to everyone on the roster, and how Vivienne is scared to death of you, how you need to be sent back to something else like DragonGate, so you two are seperate."

"That motherfucker. I'll fucking gut him. Sniveling little sack of shit." Dean said as he growled and stood, only to have his stable members stand in front of the door as Roman said " Vince didn't listen, relax. But if I were you, and I wanted to stay on the roster, I'd keep my shit together."

" Don't fucking tell me what the fuck to do you ignorant fuck." Dean said as the obsession he had for his ex took over and his anger surged.

In his mind, this was just adding to the growing hatred/obsession he was getting towards taking out Bryan Danielson and possibly killing him.

William Regal studied Vince's face somberly when he said "I really think you should do something about Ambrose. He's going to become a problem and the way he behaved tonight is bad for business."

Vince waved off his concerns and then said calmly, " This is my business. I have this under control, you don't get to tell me how to run things around here. Are we clear, William?"

"Yes sir." William said as he glared and walked out of Mr. McMahon's office stiffly.

This situation was going to spiral completely out of control if the man didn't watch it, but apparently, as per usual, McMahon only cared about keeping himself in the money. Noone elses safety concerned him.

All William had been trying to do was at least try and get the poor girl some kind of relief from Ambrose. But it'd backfired. And in some ways, William sort of wished he'd just kept his nose out, because if he knew Mr. McMahon, Mr. McMahon would take this and use it somehow, make Dean completely snap.

And people stood to get seriously hurt, possibly even ended by the end of this.