"Reigns," Sheamus said his tone dismissing Roman, "shouldn't you be working elsewhere?"

Before Roman could even respond, he felt Seth's hand slide from his wrist to his palm. Keeping his look blank he said, "Yeah I was just leaving." He turned and walked away running his hand through his hair.

Sheamus watched the man through narrowed eyes for a minute, before turning his attention to Seth. "And you are?" he asked in his rogue Irish accent, blatantly flirting with the younger man.

Seth made an act of nervously moving a stand of hair away from his ear, "I'm Mr. Orton's new secretary, Seth Rollins." Seth seethed inside while Sheamus blatantly flirted with him. The man gave him the creeps, he wanted to jump over the desk put his well sharpened, curved weed cutting jungle knife to the man's throat.

Sheamus cleared his throat and looked like he was about to make a move on Seth when both men heard the elevator ding and the doors open admitting in coming workers. Sheamus sighed and leaned over Seth's desk to whisper in his ear, "Maybe we can have a more private discussion at another time."

"Maybe," Seth murmured as he looked shyly at the man. He almost gagged when Sheamus smiled seductively and turned to head for his office, confident that he had a new conquest. As Sheamus walked away, Seth glared at him thinking of all the wonderful ways of torture that Dean, Roman and the war had taught him. He smirked at the idea of using every one of them on Sheamus.

Sheamus glared at the employees as they started to fill the work place and do their jobs. He was irritated that his flirting was interrupted, because he definitely thought Seth would be in his bed by that night if he only had a few more minutes with him alone. He walked into his office and closed the door.

Roman glared at his own closed door from behind his desk. He had heard everything that Sheamus and Seth said thru the earpiece that Seth had put in his hand when he walked away earlier. He stood up and all he wanted to do was to shove the cocky, self-possessed Irishman thru a window for what he did to Randy and now he was flirting with Seth. It made Roman's blood boil just thinking about it that he started to think that if he didn't get out of his office he would go crazy. He looked at the time and saw that it was barely after nine, but he thought screw it he needed an outlet for his anger and he was going to get one. He grabbed his things and stalked out of his office. He was going to go burn some anger off at the gym and then head to the safe house to check on Randy

Seth looked up and gave a quizzical glance as Roman stalked angrily past him. He sighed heavily; he didn't know where Roman was going, but knew the big man had heard everything and could give a good guess. Seth called the safe house to warn them of the brewing trouble.


After his work out, shower and feeling a little calmer, Roman went straight to the safe house and walked to Randy's room. Not caring that his hair was still wet, he looked down at the slightly older man, and felt a little disappointed that he was still asleep. Randy had been out for almost 24 hours now and Roman wanted to make sure he was the first somewhat familiar thing Randy saw when he woke up in a stranger's house. He sat down to get comfortable and his eyes drifted subconsciously closed as waited for Randy to awaken.

A couple of hours later, blue eyes started to open to a hazy world. Randy started to panic as he tried to make out the images he saw through his hazy eyes. He realized that he was in a strange room and could only make out shadows of being hooked to a machine and someone sitting in a chair next to him. Panicking, he started to claw at his breathing mask and after getting that off he started coughing and taking in rasping breaths trying to breathe while taking the needles and tubes out of his arm.

Roman jerked awake from his light sleep as he heard someone thrash and move around. Looking toward the bed, he saw Randy trying to rip out the wires connecting him to the hospital equipment. Moving quickly, he grabbed Randy's wrist to stop him, "its ok, Randy. You're safe; no one's going to hurt you here." He said with a voice deep and calm as he patiently waited for the other man to quiet down.

Randy's eyes registered slight surprise through his panic as he took rasping breaths of air while starring at the still blurry shape through hazy eyes of the man whose voice he barely recognized. "WH…..er and w...h.y," Randy tried to talk through his gasps as he tried to calm down; his throat still sore and raw from screaming and not having anything to drink since the night before.

Roman grabbed a bottle of water off the table and helped Randy drink some of it while he watched the man's hazy eyes clear. "A friend of mine brought you here after you passed out from the torture Sheamus was putting you through last night," he explained softly as he watched the other man drink greedily out of the bottle.

Randy finished the water and continued starring at the spot where the voice he vaguely recognized came from, while waiting for his vision to clear. When he could finally see again, shock over took his panic as he recognized the man sitting next to him as being Roman Reigns.

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