Hey, everyone!

Welcome back to Come & Get It! we have a bit of a filler chapter now but I liked it as we get to see some of the relationships forming between characters, both good ones and bad one. Hope you like it!

Raquel the writer – I'm glad you liked it!

Dutchangel1979 – Poor Holly indeed. But who doesn't want to be carried by Dean? It's every girl's dream hehe

KairiAnneYukari21 – Definitely bipolar! But I love that I can write and explore both sides of Dean like that. And I picture Dean as a natural flirt anyway, so that side clearly comes out with Holly around.

Tantoune – You can borrow him at the weekend if I can have him in the week haha!

Crazy-wild-and-free – I like writing Holly because she's not too much of a damsel in distress. She's got backbone and attitude; she is Triple H's sister after all. But there's definitely a spark between her and Dean, she's breaking his walls down already, especially with the apology. It's definitely the start of something. But I'm a massive fan of a slow burn, so it will all be built through different things happening and people getting involved. I can't wait to write and explore their relationship. Thank you for the continued support.

Haha95 – If you can't wait for more, then you're in luck. Here's the next chapter!

This chapter is named after 'Morning Glory' by Oasis

Holly Helmsley's Point Of View

I was woken the next morning by sunlight streaming in through the hotel window, the new light causing my head to pound wildly. My face scrunched in pain, my hand grasping my head as the morning's hangover took over.

This was why I shouldn't drink, this was why I should never go drinking with Paige again. I'd said that last time and ignored myself, but this time I fucking meant it. My head killed.

I slowly but surely opened my eyes, knowing I needed painkillers asap.

I was in my hotel room, all tucked up in my bed. I looked over to my bedside table, the clock saying it was 9.30am, a glass of water and some tablets seated right beside it. My eyebrows furrowed.

How did they get there…?

And then it all came back to me. The drinking, the dancing, the phone-call, the vomiting…

I lay back in my bed, my hands pulling at my hair, groaning in frustration.

I'd done it again, I'd fucking done it again! How the fuck had I managed to make an utter fool of myself in front of The Shield once again? Maybe I was the liability Dean had called me the night before.

And that's when the last memory of the night flashed back to me.

I remembered Dean and Seth, and Dean was definitely carrying me… Yes, he was. He was carrying me in his arms and I kept falling asleep… He spoke to me… something about being angry… He apologised… He actually apologised… And then I slept. He must have brought me back here and laid out the medication for me.

I slowly pulled my hands from my hair, staring up at the white ceiling.

Yes, he'd definitely said sorry. He'd explained his reasoning, he'd apologised, he'd brought me back to the hotel, and from the look of my bedside table he'd given me medication to stop the pain the next morning.

I sighed, sitting up again, untangling myself from the quilt, grabbing the tablets and water and taking them.

After all that he'd done for me last night and the way he'd gone out of his way to make sure I got home safely, I knew it was going to be pretty hard to be mad at him now. I placed the glass back on the beside table, rubbing my tired eyes.

God knows where I'd be if he and Seth hadn't shown up last night. I probably would be on the sidewalk asleep. I probably would be falling out of taxis, and I definitely wouldn't be sitting here with painkillers to help my head; I'd be a mess on the floor, a drunken, vomit-covered mess.

He'd really fucking come through for me and he'd apologised for the shit at Smackdown. So as annoying as it was, I kinda had to forgive and forget everything he'd done. How could I not?

Roman was right, The Shield were definitively fulfilling their duties outside the ring as well as inside.

I knew this was another incident I'd have to keep from Hunter, so I mentally reminded myself to find The Shield later and ask them if they'd keep this one quiet like they had the last incident.

I need to stop drinking.

Yes I fucking did. It's all I seemed to do lately, and since Dean, Seth and Roman turned up every time I was in that condition, I wouldn't be surprised if they considered me and alcoholic or something!

A knock on my hotel door broke me from my thoughts, the loud sound reverberating through my head. It hurt.

"Ouch," I said as I got out of my bed and headed towards the door. "I'm coming, keeping it down."

I opened to the door to see Randy on the other side.

"Morning," he smiled. "I just here wondering if… whoa, you don't look too good."

"I'm not," I sighed, walking aimlessly back into the room, Randy entering and shutting the door behind him. "My head is in two."

"Well I was going to ask if you wanted to go down to the gym with me today," he said as he followed me into the room. "But from the looks of it the only place you're going is bed."

"Thank god we aren't filming for TV today," I said as I crawled back into bed. "I don't think I could go out like this."

Randy smirked at me as he sat beside me on the bed. "You're hungover, aren't you?"

"What makes you say that?" I asked, wanting as few people as possible to know so I could avoid the news getting back to Hunter.

"Because I've been hungover enough in my life to recognise the symptoms," he chuckled.

"Well I can neither confirm nor deny that I had a drink or two last night," I said.

"Yeah… I can pretty much confirm you had more than one," he chuckled as I settled down under the covers. "Exactly how much did you have?"

"Too much," I groaned, clutching my head. "I'm never going that crazy with alcohol again."

"Must have been some night," he smiled. "You taken anything for the pain?"

I nodded. "I took something just before you came."

"It'll take a while for them to kick in then," he said. "I know you're young and all, but you need to me more careful about how much you drink."

I sighed, rolling my eyes. "I've already heard all this from Dean. I know it was stupid to do, I don't need to hear it again."

Randy's body stiffened. "Ambrose? Why the fuck is he getting involved?"

I'd forgotten that Randy had this animosity towards The Shield, so it was probably a bad idea that I'd brought this up. But his name had now been mentioned so I had to explain myself.

"He was the one who brought me home in one piece last night," I said.

"Did he get you fucking drunk?" he asked, a little anger in his voice.

"No," I said. "Dean was the one who found me drunk. He stopped me from having anymore and took me straight back to the hotel. He was as angry as you are."

As much as he didn't want to, he relaxed a little then. "I guess that was good of the bastard…"

I could help but hide my smirk under the quilt. It was amusing to see Randy's reaction to anything they did considering how much he disliked them. Dean had done a good thing, Randy couldn't deny that. So watching how he reacted to it was fun to watch.

"Listen," I said as I pulled the quilt away from my mouth. "Can we keep this whole thing quiet from Hunter? You know how he gets."

"Holly, he should probably know," he said. "Especially if his little sister is unwell."

"Why?" I asked. "So I got a little drunk. I had fun whilst I was out, and I got home in one piece. The headache will fade by this afternoon and everyone will be none the wiser. Nothing bad happened, so why can't we keep this hush hush?"

He sighed. "Fine, I won't tell Hunter. But only if you promise me you won't get this drunk again."

I smiled, holding out my hand. "Deal."

He shook it firmly in his hand. "So I'm going to assume that's a no on the gym then?"

I laughed lightly. "No. Not yet anyway. I might go down if I feel better by the afternoon."

A knock on my door caused Randy to stand. "Just text me if you want to go later," he said before answering the door.

We were both surprised to see Roman, Dean and Seth standing there. My face smiled, Randy's face frowned.

He didn't say anything to them, he merely stepped aside to let them enter, shutting the door behind them. I noticed a glare pass between him and Dean, but I didn't say anything. It was their argument; I wanted to keep out of it.

"Hi, guys," I smiled as the four men came back into the room.

"Hey," smiled Seth. "We came to see how you were this morning."

"I've been better," I said, scratching my head.

"You drinking plenty of water?" Roman asked.

"Yes," I nodded. "I drank the glass that was on my bedside table and I took the painkillers too."

"I'll go get you another drink," said Dean as he walked over to my bedside table to grab the empty glass.

"That's fine, I got it," quickly interjected Randy, swiftly grabbing the glass before Dean had a chance. They stared at each other before Randy walked over to the sink to fill it up.

"The champ looks happy to see us here," smirked Dean. "We're about as wanted as a hole in the head."

"Ignore him," I said. "After what you did to help me last night, you more than deserve to be here."

He smirked down at me. "Yeah, that was pretty awesome of me to swoop in like that and help you out. Don't you think, Randy?"

He watched Randy as he returned with the glass of cool water. He handed it to me. "I'd call it convenient, not awesome."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Dean asked, his arms folded.

Oh great, another argument!

"You happened to be the one to find her, that's all," Randy said. "Anybody with a conscience would have helped her."

"Guys," I tried.

"Clearly you haven't been to many bars," Dean said. "A lot of men will go for any drunken girl they think they can get their grubby paws on. At least I was decent enough to get her home safely."

"Guys," tried Seth.

"Then maybe you're going to the wrong bars," Randy shrugged. "You are what you surround yourself with, I suppose."

Dean growled. "Wanna say that to me fucking again?"

"ENOUGH!" I yelled, closing my eyes in pain. "My head is fucking pounding right now, and the last thing I need is a stupid argument. I'm not well enough to deal with it, so if you having nothing nice to say, you can get the hell out of my room."

That certainly shut Dean and Randy up. I saw Roman and Seth smirk from out the corner of my eye, clearly amused with my outburst.

Dean and Randy were pissing me off big time. It was clear both men were never going to get on. Just the mere sight of each other was enough to set them off. Thing was, I didn't want to get involved in their argument and I was tired of listening to it. So if they had a problem with each other, they could argue it out elsewhere. They certainly weren't doing it here.

"Fine," said Dean sheepishly.

"Sorry," said Randy apologetically. "This is the last thing you need with your headache."

"Exactly," I said. "Argue all you want outside, but I need peace and quiet in here."

"I love how a tiny young woman can silence two fully grown men so easily," Seth mumbled, causing me to smile to myself in amusement.

"It won't happen again," said Randy. "In fact, I'll leave you to it. I need to head down to the gym anyway."

"Okay," I smiled. "Thank you for stopping by."

"No worries," he said, ruffling my hair. "Message me if you need anything, alright?"

"Alright," I nodded. "But I'm sure I'll be fine by this afternoon."

"Okay, catch you later," he said with a smile. He glared at Dean as he finally left the room, closing the door behind him.

"A pleasure to see Randy as always," smirked Dean. "He's always so welcoming towards me."

I rolled my eyes. "Enough, Dean."

"Hey, he isn't in the room, this isn't an argument," he said.

"Still counts," I said as I took a sip of the water from my glass. "And I don't appreciate mean things said about him."

"He started it," he argued.

"Well I'm finishing it," I said, drinking more water. "He's the champ, you need to have more respect for him."

"He seems very protective of you," noted Roman.

"He's one of Hunter's closest and dearest friends," I explained. "I've known him twelve years, ever since I was thirteen and Hunter drafted him in to join Evolution. He's been like a big brother to me."

"You sure it's not more than that?" asked Roman, his eyebrow raised.

I sighed in frustration. "Not you too. Like I said to Paige before, Randy doesn't like me. I'm like his fucking sister. People need to stop saying that."

Dean sniggered. "Orton can't like you, he only likes his-fucking-self."

I looked at him angrily. "What did I say before, Dean?"

"Alright, alright," he said, holding his hands up in defense. "I won't say anything else bad about Orton. At least not for today anyway."

I simply rolled my eyes knowing this was the best I was getting out of him.

"We should leave you to it anyway," said Seth. "You need your rest and we only came to check up on you after last night."

I looked at them all as they stood there, and I couldn't help but smile. These guys had helped me so much in the week since Hunter had drafted them in. On more than one occasion had they swooped in to save the day and last night had been no different. I was eternally grateful for everything they'd done.

"Thank you so much," I smiled. "You guys don't realise how much I owe you."

Roman smiled. "Just try and stay away from alcohol from now on."

I couldn't help but giggle. "That is definitely something I will do. No more drinking!"

"Let's not make it three times in one week," joked Dean.

"I can guarantee it," I replied.

"Get yourself some sleep and we'll see you soon," said Seth as all three made their way to the door.

"Bye, guys," I waved as I settled under the covers.

"Stay safe, kid," Dean said, giving me a wink and flashing me a smile before walking through the door and out of sight.

Again, a huge thanks to Raquel the writer, dutchangel1979, KairiAnneYukari21, Tantoune, crazy-wild-and-free and haha95 for their kind words about the last chapter.

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