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How are my beautiful readers today? Hope you're ready for another chapter. The response to this story has been so overwhelming and unexpected. Thank you all so much for reading and enjoying the madness my head comes up with and my fingers write. I love each and every one of you and I hope I can continue to keep you gripped with this story.

Raquel the writer – I don't blame Holly either! The quicker she can escape that situation the better!

Alibob687 – Yeah, Dean is like the master of the unstable look haha!

KairiAnneYukari21 – The flirting is definitely subtle between them, as is his defensive attitude. They've only just met so they don't know each other all that well. But the spark is there between them to make them act that way.

Sebastianm101 – Hunter is definitely a total dick here! Hopefully he'll be a much better brother to Holly soon

Angelsdee327 – Yes! When I wrote it, I was like 'go Holly!' And I really want to play on the relationship between Holly and Randy. He's been such a dick in all my other stories that I wanted him to be reasonably good to my OC in this fic. Plus I love Orton in real life, he's one of my faves. So he's great to write.

Hollarious969 – Yeah, we are starting to see the darker, more lunatic side of Dean in this chapter. That side of him will definitely be building as the story progresses.

Crazy-wild-and-free – I want the Dean I write in this story to be a more extreme version of what we see on TV since the show is only a PG rating. Here I get to make him a bit darker and crazier… Which in a weird way makes him seem more swoon-worthy! As the story progresses we will certainly be seeing Holly breaking that darker side of him and seeing the kinder Dean on the inside.

Clarembees – Well, welcome to the story! Glad you've come along for the ride. Expect more swoon-worthy moments from our favourite lunatic as the story progresses; I have so much planned that I cannot WAIT to write and I'm sure you will all love. And I'm glad you like Holly. I really try to make my OC's well rounded and fleshed out rather than two dimensional. We are just starting to see Dean's darker side. We've simply broken the surface on this. So keep reading, and thank you for the support.

Tantoune – Poor Holly, indeed! But you're an avid reader of all my stories; you know all will turn out well in the end.

Dutchangel1979 – So would I! Having Dean, Roman and Seth all out to protect me… I'd be like 'get me in that ring right now!'

This chapter is named after 'Hot and Cold' by Katy Perry

Holly Helmsley's Point Of View

"I think I need another coffee," said Randy as we sat in the canteen at the arena the next night. "Want me to fetch you another drink too?"

"Sure," I smiled, handing him my empty cup. "I'll take a hot chocolate." He stood, going over to the coffee machine to fetch us both another drink.

We were in the middle of filming Smackdown the following night, so the canteen was very busy with people coming and going constantly. I wasn't due out tonight and Randy had already taken part in his match so we found ourselves able to relax until the end of the show. The TV monitor in the canteen was currently showing Stardust vs Cesaro, so as Randy came back with our drinks, we relaxed in our seats to watch it.

"I still don't know how Cody wears that shit," Randy smirked as we watched the match. "He'd never have dreamt of wearing PVC and face paint when we were in The Legacy. He knows we'd have ripped him for it."

I laughed lightly, sipping my drink. "It's definitely a look that grabs your attention, I'll give him that."

"By the way, how are you feeling after last night? I never asked," he said, looking over at me. "You looked a bit shook up when you got backstage."

"Wouldn't you be if you'd just come face to face with a rather angry Sheamus?" I said.

"Yeah, but I'd have just hit him with a DDT or an RKO," he said.

"Well not all of us can wrestle, Randy," I said, nudging him teasingly with my shoulder. "But it freaked me out, I'm not afraid to admit it."

"We know it did," he said. "I was watching from the monitor backstage and you looked petrified. I was honestly gonna come out and stop him if the Shield guys hadn't shown up when they did. I hated seeing you so scared like that."

I shrugged. "Well they did, thank God. They couldn't have come soon enough." I drank my hot chocolate.

"Well they took their sweet time," he said, his arms folded.

"Maybe it was for dramatic effect," I suggested. "You know how Hunter likes that kind of shit. The point is, they still came out and scared him off."

"I just didn't appreciate how long it took them," he moaned. "And I didn't appreciate how they spoke to me backstage last night. Who the fuck do they think they are?"

I sighed and I couldn't help but be amused. Randy had honestly not taken well to the arrival of The Shield. I wasn't sure if it was how quickly they rose to the main show, if it was the fact Hunter loved them so much that they got most of his attention, or whether he'd just taken a general disliking to them, but the four men hadn't exactly seen eye to eye or bonded so far.

"Don't take it to heart, Randy," I said. "I'm sure they didn't mean anything by it. They'd just had a confrontation with Sheamus. It's kind of hard to switch that sort of anger off so quickly. You can understand that."

"I don't give a shit," he said, reaching for his coffee and taking a big drink of it. "I was simply showing a little concern for you. They've been here five fucking minutes, they have no right to talk to me like that."

I couldn't help hiding a smirk as I held my cup to my lips. Randy always amused me when he had a chip on his shoulder. He would always be so animated and passionate about whatever had pissed him off.

"You really don't like these guys, do you, Randy?" I said, amusement glittering in my eyes.

He couldn't help but crack a smile as he looked over at me. "How'd you guess?"

"I don't know… Just an inkling, I suppose," I said, causing us both to laugh.

However the laughter soon faded from his lips when The Shield walked in, heading straight for a drink. I saw Randy's jaw tense, his mouth set into a straight line. I sighed, hoping nothing too bad would happen. Once The Shield had grabbed their drinks, I realised they were heading in our direction. I heard Randy sigh in annoyance beside me, his eyes now focused on the Stardust and Cesaro match.

"Be nice, Randy," I muttered to him. "You have to work with these guys, remember?"

"I can't promise anything," he said as the three men reached us.

"Mind if we join you?" Seth asked.

"Go ahead," I smiled as I realised Randy wasn't about to answer them. All three took their seats, watching the match on the monitor.

"How are you today?" Roman asked me.

"Oh, much better, thank you," I smiled at him. "A little bit of rest and a good night's sleep were enough to make me feel like myself again.

"Glad to hear it," he replied.

"Thanks for coming out, guys, I really appreciated it," I smiled, my words loud enough for Randy to pay attention to. If he wasn't going to like The Shield under his own steam, maybe my words could help convince him they were good guys after all. "I don't know what would have happened if you hadn't saved me."

"I'd have come out, that's what would have happened," said Randy, his eyes never leaving the monitor.

I noticed Dean look over at him. "Well there was no need for that, was there? We had it covered."

"Is that why he almost grabbed her before you guys even thought of coming out?" Randy argued.

"You saying we tried to risk her or something?" Dean asked, an eyebrow risen, ready for an argument.

"I'm just saying you took your sweet ass time," he replied. "You saw the look on her face. She was terrified. Wouldn't have hurt you to come out sooner."

"At least we came out," Dean countered. "If I recall, it was us that were out there defending her. We didn't see you out in that ring at all."

This got Randy's attention, his eyes finally leaving the monitor and looking over at Dean.

"What's that supposed to mean?" he said, his chest puffed out defensively.

"It means don't have a go at us for coming out late. You didn't come at all," Dean replied. "At least we did something. Don't act the big man when you did nothing to begin with."

I groaned, pinching the bridge of my nose, my plan having gone the complete opposite way that I'd intended. If anything, things were now a hell of a lot worse between them. Randy had taken a simple dislike to The Shield originally. Now they were full on arguing and were probably one sentence from hating each other's guts.

This was the last thing I wanted. We were all supposed to be team mates. We didn't have to like each other, but we had to get along. And with the way these two were arguing, they wouldn't even be able to be in the same room as each other, never mind actually wrestling together and working as a team.

"Hey," I quickly interjected, trying to save the conversation as best as I could. "The point is, regardless of who came out, Sheamus didn't hurt me and everybody made it out in one piece. It all ended well."

"Apart from the fact that this little shit is trying to belittle be and accuse me of not caring," said Randy, ignoring everything I'd just said.

"Little shit?" smirked Dean, sniggering lightly. "Better than being an old man."

"Oh, for Christ's sake," I muttered to myself, leaning back in my chair, knowing anything I said was completely useless. They were going to argue regardless, so why get myself involved?

"Old man?" Randy questioned. "I'm twice the man you'll ever be."

Dean laughed. "At least I'm fresh and new. What are you?"

I'd had enough.

I stood from my chair, Roman and Seth looking up at me. Randy and Dean were too deep in conversation to notice.

"You alright?" Seth asked.

"I'm bored of the arguing," I said. "I'm gonna go watch this match somewhere a little quieter."

Roman smiled. "I don't blame you, baby girl."

"Just… try and make sure they don't kill each other," I said, gesturing to the two men who had now faced each other, their stupid and petty argument still going.

Seth sighed. "We'll try our best."

And with that I left the canteen, completely sick and tired of the stupid quarrelling. I wanted nothing more to do with it, so I headed round to Hunter's office knowing there was a TV in there.

I couldn't believe how childish they were both being. They were grown fucking men, wrestlers, people in the public eye. Yet here they were, fighting over something so stupid and small that it wasn't even worth a conversation. Regardless of when The Shield came out to help me, the bottom line was that they had. I was unharmed, Sheamus didn't get me and I was quickly rushed to safety. What was the big fucking deal? Last night was done, get over it.

I sighed as I turned a corner, heading down the corridor, wondering if they'd ever get on or if this was going to be an issue we'd have to sort for a while.

"Hey, you," came a voice. "I want a word with ya."

I stopped in my tracks, hearing the last voice I wanted to hear right then. I took a deep breath and slowly turned on my heel, seeing a very angry Sheamus walking towards me.

Oh fuck…

"S-Sheamus," I whispered as he reached me.

"I wanna know what the hell that was all about last night," he said, holding his briefcase up for me to see. "You think it's big and funny to take this from me?"

I slowly back up, holding my hands up defensively, trying my hardest to swallow down the lump that had risen in my throat. Why was he even here? "Look. I don't want to start anything here," I tried.

"You should have thought about that before you decided to take it upon yourself to mess with me and take my briefcase," he replied, his Irish accent strong through his anger. "Now answer my fucking question."

"Let's go somewhere where we can talk," I tried, my heart beating so loudly that I'm surprised Sheamus couldn't hear it.

This was the last thing I wanted, to be alone with him. At least I knew before that The Shield would be due out to help, and if they weren't, Randy, Kane or my brother would be watching in the back and could come out instead. But now I was alone, just him and I, and I knew backup wasn't coming.

"No, I'm quite happy here," he growled. "You don't have those fucking Shield guys here to protect you now, missy. So fucking talk! What was that about last night?"

I backed up more, gasping as my back suddenly hit the wall behind me, indicating I had nowhere else to go.

"I didn't… I didn't mean to upset you," I tried, my voice shaking. "I'm s-sorry if I offended you."

"Well you fucking did," he yelled. "And no apology is gonna change that."

"Please," I said. "I'm sure we can sort all this out."

"Haven't I told you to fuck off once?" came a voice from behind Sheamus. I tilted my head, looking over his shoulder, seeing the wondrous view of Dean, Seth and Roman walking up behind him. My body let out a relieved breath, glad that someone had found me. "That's right. I did, right when I scared you shitless in that ring last night."

Sheamus turned, glaring at Dean as they reached us.

"What do you three want?" he asked.

"Well we could hear you yelling from a mile away," Seth said, Roman coming over to see if I was alright. "I'm glad we followed the sound."

"I was merely asking Miss Helmsley here what happened last night," Sheamus said, his voice a lot calmer. I knew he was intimidated by the sudden presence of The Shield.

"Yeah, it sounded like it," said Roman.

"Now we can do this one of two ways," Dean said, his arms folded. "You either fuck off and leave her alone, or I go to Hunter and tell him how you're cornering his little sister by herself and threatening her. Now if I were you, I know what option I'd go for. So I'm interested to see which you choose."

Sheamus let out an annoyed breath, giving me one last look before skulking off, muttering under his breath, Dean smirking as he watched him leave.

"Clearly chose the better option," said Seth once he was out of sight.

"Damn, you okay?" Roman asked, rubbing my back gently. "Did he hurt you?"

"I'm fine, everything is fine" I said, my breathing finally calming down. "He literally came out of nowhere."

"You really have a knack for finding trouble, don't you, kid?" Dean asked me, shaking his head in frustration, his hands on his hips.

I looked up at him. "What do you mean?"

"The jocks at the coffee shop, finding you drunk, the shit in the ring and now this. You should come with a warning above your head or something letting people know to keep away. That shit is crazy."

I frowned, my eyebrows furrowing. "I beg your pardon?"

Rude, much!

"Jeez, Dean, cut the girl some slack," Seth said. "She's still pretty shaken."

"I'm just saying," he shrugged. "She always seems to find trouble. It's fucking crazy the shit she lands herself in."

"Well I'm just saying there's no need to be an ass about it," I argued, anger suddenly rising in me. After what I'd just gone through, there was no need to be accusing me like this. He had no right to say these things to me. I'd known him five minutes, who was he to judge any of my actions?

"I'm just having an opinion," he said.

"Well my opinion is to keep your nose out of my business," I said, my voice raised. "I didn't ask you to help me all those times, you took it upon yourself. If you thought it was stupid then you shouldn't have gotten involved."

"You'd be on your fucking ass if it wasn't for me getting involved," he argued back. "You owe me one."

"And you take your thanks by being mean and derogatory to me?" I said. "Well no thank you."

I was starting to see why Randy thought Dean was such as asshole. Seth and Roman had been nothing but sweet and kind, but Dean just didn't seem the same as his team mates. He was nice on some occasions, yet cruel on others. He was extremely hot and cold.

"Well maybe I'll leave you to it and not fucking help you the next time you need it," Dean said.

"Well maybe that's exactly what you should do," I shouted, barging past him, hitting him with my shoulder. "Excuse me."

And with that I left the three of them standing there, not looking back to see their reaction. I knew my sudden exit was a bit unfair on Seth and Roman, but Dean had enraged me so much that all I wanted to do was get away from him.

What a total dick!

Could he have been any ruder? There was no need for any of it, he was just being a total jackass. Yes, he'd saved me and helped me on several occasions, but that didn't give him the right to talk to me like that. I clenched my hands into fists at my side, so fucking angry over what had just happened.

My phone suddenly vibrated in my pocket, so I pulled it out, seeing a text from Sasha.

Drinks tonight? Xx

I quickly typed my response.

I'm in. I'll meet you by the doors after the show xx

I put my phone into my pocket, heading to my locker room.

Yes I needed a drink tonight, a stiff one. Anything to forget the bastard that was Dean Ambrose.

Again, a huge thanks to Raquel the writer, alibob687, KairiAnneYukari21, sebastianm101, angelsdee327, Hollarious969, crazy-wild-and-free, clarembees, Tantoune and Dutchangel1979 for their lovely reviews.

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