Hello, lovely readers!

Everyone seemed to love the last chapter with Dean opening up a little to Holly. He's definitely seeing something in her, she's breaking through and adding a little light to the darkness that is the lunatic. I think you'll like this chapter as we finally get a look into the head of Dean Ambrose. It's all been Holly up until this point. Let's see what he's thinking…

Raquel the writer – All in good time, my dear

Hollarious969 – We can't have fun Dean all the time. We need to know about his serious side too. The ship is definintely out of the docks!

Alibob687 – Even something as simple as sleeping in the same bed can be close and somewhat hot. I love this side to him too. It's like a side only Seth, Roman and now Holly see.

Tantoune – He needed this tender moment, especially after all the fun moments he's had and recently all the serious ones.

Wolviegurl – Her reaction was fun to write. I can imagine who red her face will have been!

KairiAnneYukari21 – The cheekiest and the cutest! He's a guy who doesn't give a shit haha! And we all love it!

Beautifultragedyxxx – She's affecting him and he senses this. She controls him more than either of them realise and we all know why… Things are happening!

Dutchangel1979 – Aww that is so darn sweet of you to say. I appreciate every drop of support you give me. It's for readers like you that I continue writing and try to give my best work.

SisterAbby – Ooh, so glad you've been enjoying them. we will definitely see Randy's reaction this chapter.

Crazy-wild-and-free – It was so innocent, but we all love that they are sharing a bed! It means they are getting closer, especially if someone like Dean is so willing to do something like that. He's a loner so to have the courage to share a bed with her for none sexual purposes means he's clearly seeing her as someone important. And I've had done the same; there would have been no embarrassment if he said he wanted to get in my bed! I'd have asked why he hadn't done it sooner LOL.

Calwitch – That's kind of what I wanted to do with this. He's this unstable dark person, but she seems to be the only one who has some semblance of control over him.

AKABlossom - So glad to hear you're enjoying it. They definitely have a very unique relationship. He's the crazy lunatic and she's the one person who brings the real Dean back.

This chapter is named after 'In The Morning' by Razorlight.

Dean Ambrose's Point Of View

I was quite comfortable lying in that double bed the next morning, sunlight streaming into the room as I watched her sleeping face beside me. Her eyes were closed, her lips slightly parted, her long eyelashes creating a shadow against her soft pale skin. I lay on my side, my face blank, unable to take my eyes off of her.

Holly Heather Helmsley, the girl who had fucked my mind over, the girl who was making me feel… warm inside, the girl who actually gave a fuck.

It was crazy what this girl was doing to me, the care she was giving me, the smile she kept making appear on my face.

It was strange and it was alien. I had never relaxed so much around a girl before, or opened up to someone like I had to her. Half the shit that had spouted from my mouth last night I hadn't even told Seth and Roman before. And they were my boys, my brothers, I told them everything. They were the only two people in the whole world that got me, but suddenly Holly had catapulted into my life and challenged that. Suddenly someone else asked how I was. Someone else worried about me. Someone else gave a damn what happened to me.

I was usually one of those guys who spotted a girl in a bar, brought her home, fucked her till I was bored, then sent her away the next day. I'll have got what I wanted and wouldn't have to deal with the aftermath of another person afterwards. I was open to do as I wished and could remain single, isolated and free from the restraint a relationship brought.

My longest relationship had only been two months, the idea of having to care about another human being too much for me to handle. I cared about one person and that person was Dean Ambrose. I was never mentally prepared to have to take someone else on, let alone allow them to accept me. I had a dark past, a violent past, and I never wanted to burden anyone with that. So I distanced myself, I never let anyone in or allowed anyone to stay.

Roman and Seth had literally been the only people in my life that I'd allowed to stay. And that's because, whilst they gave a shit and treated me as a brother, they allowed me my isolation and peace when I needed it. They offered me a healthy balance and that worked for us.

But then BAM!

Enter Holly Heather fucking Helmsley.

Holly was the first chick I'd ever met who had gotten under my skin. She was the first to make me question things, to open up and admit things like no one ever had before.

And if I was honest, it scared me, it frightened me, it made me nervous.

She made me feel as if I wasn't in control and I wasn't used to that. I'd always been my own boss, the one to make all the decisions, and anything I did in my life was for me and me alone.

But she did something to me, she affected me, she made me act in strange ways.

Never before had I had the urge to help someone before, but on a number of occasions I'd gone out of my way to make sure she was safe. The first few occasions were under her brother's orders, but slowly and surely, the decision to come to her aid and been mine and mine alone.

Cutting off her argument backstage with Sheamus… Helping her to the hotel when she was drunk… Stopping Sheamus in the ring when he used Seth to attack her… The muggers in the alleyway…

That one got me the angriest of all.

As soon as I heard the shit those mother-fuckers were going to do to her, I saw red. I wanted them dead. I wanted their blood spilling across the side walk. I wanted to destroy their faces so badly they wouldn't be identifiable.

I'd never been so angry before. To see them threaten someone so innocent and good was disgusting and repulsive. I knew I'd have probably killed them had Holly not been present. So I unleashed the lunatic and sent them away, assuring they would never return. Nobody threatens a woman like that, least of all her.

But what surprised me the most about Holly was the control she seemed to have over the lunatic. The way he wouldn't harm her, the way he fought to come to her aid, the way he would calm with one simple touch of her hand and one delicate utter of her voice. No one had ever been able to control him before, not even me. But Holly could. She had this power, this control, this way to stop him in his tracks.

I didn't know what it was about her, whether it was her warmth, her goodness, her humour or the way she challenged someone if she didn't like how things were going, but she was different to any other girl I'd ever met. She had backbone, I had to give her that. The only person she never challenged was her own brother, but apart from that, Holly was feisty. I liked that she was feminine, but acted tough when she needed to. I liked that she tried to see the good in everything and everyone. I liked that, even though he was her best friend, if Orton did something she didn't like, she called him up on it. I liked how she smiled so sweetly, how she moved so gracefully…

I shook my head and rolled onto my back, staring up at the ceiling.

I was going fucking soft, and if there's one thing Dean Ambrose isn't, it's soft.

I ran a hand through my hair.

I needed to man up, I needed to stop being so yielding and be the tough guy everyone wanted. I'd spent the night in the girl's bed for fuck's sake without even touching her. I never did that. The only time I got in a girl's bed was to get my dick wet, not to be a fucking comfort blanket.

I sighed. I wanted to help her and befriend her, but I didn't want to lose myself on the way.

But as I turned my head to look at her sleeping form again, I couldn't help but sort of like the light and warmth she was offering to me.

"What the fuck are you doing to me, kid?" I whispered.

I needed to go. I needed out before she woke up. I'd been good enough to stay the night in order to ease her, but that didn't mean I had to be here any longer. She'd be fine and I had places I needed to be. I wasn't a fucking babysitter after all.

So I slowly got out of the bed, making sure I didn't disturb her, and put on my shoes and jacket. I spotted my reflection out of the corner of my eyes in a mirror, noticing the bandage placed across my cheek. Holly had done a good job, but I knew the wound that lay beneath would be fine now. Like I'd mentioned to her, I'd had way worse. So I took it off, admiring the cut across my face. It looked as if it wouldn't scar so that was handy. I didn't exactly need anymore of those on my body. I scrunched up the used bandage, wrapped it in some tissue and disposed of it properly.

I spotted a clean napkin on the table and searched around for a pen. I left her a note, letting her know I was gone so she didn't worry too much when she woke. I placed the note on the table and gave her sleeping form one last lingering look before I silently exited the room.

I stood in the corridor of the hotel, my hand stilling on the handle momentarily, my mouth letting out a breath as I quietly shut the door.

This was why I was a loner, this was why I never made friends or forged relationships.

Once you got in too deep, it was impossible to get out.

I shook my head and quickly straightened up, smoothing my jacket down. I was Dean mother-fucking Ambrose. I didn't let women to get to me. I was a lunatic, a tough guy and a wrestler. Not some pussy who lets a woman bring him down like that. So with a new found confidence, I turned to walk away.

Only I was stopped in my tracks as I saw Randy Orton a few meters away, his eyes glued to me, his face stern, his eyes filled with anger. I couldn't blame him, it did look like I was doing the walk of shame from Holly's room.

"Orton," I smirked, nodding at him in welcome.

"What the fuck were you doing in there?" he asked me. I could see the tension in his jaw. He wasn't happy.

"Good morning to you too!" I said sarcastically.

"Answer the question," he said, his fists tightly at his side. "Why are you leaving her room so quietly? What have you done?"

"I didn't fuck her and leave if that's what you're implying," I answered. "She ran into a little trouble last night and needed me. That's all."

"What trouble?" he asked, taking a step towards me. "Did you fucking do something to her?" He glared at the cut on my cheek. "How the hell did you get that?"

"Relax, lover boy," I said, my hands slipping smoothly into my pockets. "If anything I stopped the trouble. It's her issue to talk about so you'll have to ask Holly about it all. And this is nothing for you to worry about so don't pretend to care." I pointed to the cut.

"So why did that issue end with you walking out of her room at 7 in the morning?" he asked, stepping even closer until we were toe to toe.

"I spent the night," I smirked. "I thought that would be pretty obvious."

I fucking loved pissing Orton off. He was so easy to tease, his reactions always over the top, especially when it came to Holly. It was rather obvious he liked her, so to wind him up over her was one of my favourite things to do.

"Did you…?"

I knew exactly what he was implying.

"A man never kisses and tells," I answered with a wink, knowing this would get a reaction.

I wasn't disappointed, the vein in his forehead getting bigger as his rage rose, his face getting redder. "Ambrose, if I hear you've-"

I laughed lightly. "Damn, you're so easy to wind up. Relax, Orton, nothing happened. I'd have to be an idiot to fuck the boss's little sister then bail on her. Like I said, she ran into some trouble last night and I stayed to relax and ease her. She was pretty shook up."

"You little fucker," he mumbled under his breath. He glared at me before he pushed me out of the way and walked up to her door.

"Be careful, she's still asleep," I warned him as I looked over my shoulder to talk to him. "And go easy on her. A lot happened last night."

He didn't reply, he simply knocked gently on her door, trying to calm his rage down before he saw Holly.

I shrugged and gave him one last look before making my way down the corridor and out of sight, heading outside and to the nearest shop.

I needed cigarettes.

Badly.

xXx

Holly Helmsley's Point Of View.

My sleeping face scrunched up in annoyance as I heard knocking on my door. I groaned, wrapping my pillow around my head to try and block out the noise. I was too tired for this. I wanted my beauty sleep, and I absolutely hated being woken before I was ready to get up. But the knocking persisted so I groaned, let the pillow go and woke up, wondering who the fuck was knocking this early. I looked to the clock to see it was 7 in the morning, but was more surprised when I saw the other side of the bed empty. My eyebrows furrowed knowing someone should be sleeping there.

Where was he…?

"Dean?" I asked aloud, wondering if he was in the bathroom. But there was no answer, my question getting no response. There was only me in the room.

He'd gone… he'd left… he was no longer here…

My shoulders dropped a little wondering when and why he'd left my room. Had he done it this morning? Last night? In the middle of the night? I was so confused, wondering why there was no explanation for his sudden disappearance.

But the knocking on my door meant I'd have to find the answers out to those questions later on. I needed to shut up whoever was making that irritating noise first. So I quickly got out of bed, rubbing my eyes as I answered the door. Randy was on the other side.

"Morning," I said with a yawn, but Randy didn't answer. He marched inside gruffly, clearly in no mood for pleasant greetings. I stood there, wondering what the fuck was up with him.

"What happened last night?" he asked, his hands firmly on his hips as he turned to look at me.

"Huh?" I said, not properly awake, my tired body slowly walking back to my bed. "Last night?"

"Holly, I've just bumped into Ambrose in the corridor, leaving your room, telling me shit went down last night. What's going on?"

Ah, so that explained when Dean left. It had only been recently.

At least he spent the night, I suppose.

But the bad timing of Dean leaving and Randy arriving meant someone else now knew something happened last night. And I knew how stubborn Randy could be; he wasn't going to let me get away with this. He would not stop until he knew what happened. The easiest thing to do would be to tell him.

I sighed, dropping onto my bed. "Nothing bad happened," I shrugged. "Just some guys cornered me and tried to take my purse."

He stared at me, his body tense and in shock. "What? Are you fucking kidding me? How… How is that nothing bad?"

"Because I came out of it unscathed and I still have my purse," I said. "Dean didn't give them time to do anything. He stopped them."

"Oh my god," he muttered before sitting next to me on the bad, wrapping an arm around me and pulling me to him, holding me close. "Are you okay? Shit…"

I laughed lightly, pulling away. I didn't need sympathy, not now that I was alright. "Relax, Randy," I said. "I'm fine. A little shaken, I'll admit. But I'm good. No harm done. If anything, Dean took the brunt of their attack."

"Yeah, I saw the cut on his face," he said. "But why the fuck was he here all night?"

"Like I said, I was shaken," I told him. "He stayed on the sofa over night to ease me and calm my nerves. I was scared the muggers would come back." The sofa thing was a little white lie, but I felt it better to tell him that than admit we shared a bed. I knew Randy would flip a lid if he knew the truth.

He nodded in understanding, looking down at me. "Have you told Hunter?"

"Nope," I said, standing up and moving to get a glass of water. "And I don't plan to."

"Holly, you have to tell him," Randy said, following me.

"Why?" I asked as I retrieved a glass and filled it with water. "There was no harm done, Dean dealt with it, and nothing else will come from it. So why worry him over it?"

Randy sighed. "It's not good to hide these things from him. He's your brother, he deserves to know his little sister got attacked last night."

"I'm not telling him," I said as I drank my water. "End of story. And I'd hope you won't mention it to him either."

"Holly," he tried.

"Randy, please."

I looked up at him, giving him my best puppy dog eyes. I knew it was wrong and I shouldn't do things like that against my friend, but I knew it always worked on him. I'd done it since I was a kid and it didn't fail me now at the age of 25. Randy could never say no to me when I used my puppy dog eyes.

He looked at me for a few seconds before he quickly looked away, letting out an exasperated breath. "Fine, I won't say anything."

I smiled, hugging his arm quickly. "Thanks, Randy," I smiled. "You're the best."

"I'm a push over, that's what I am," he smirked before both our cell-phones buzzed at the same time, breaking us from our conversation. I let go of him and rushed over to mine as Randy pulled his out of his pocket, reading the message we'd both received. "I suppose I need to keep my mouth shut immediately. Hunter wants to meet us both for breakfast."

I read through the message on my own phone. "I wonder why it's just us…"

"I guess we'll find out in a few hours," Randy said, slipping his phone back into his pocket. "I actually came here to see if you wanted to go to the gym but we clearly have other plans now."

"I guess so," I said. "I'll get ready and meet you down at the restaurant."

"See you there," he said, bidding himself goodbye and leaving the room.

I began to get dressed, wondering what Hunter could possibly want. He only called us in this quickly if he had an idea or a plan. And if he had messaged both Randy and I, I knew we were somehow involved. I walked towards the wardrobe, suddenly stopping when I spotted a napkin on the table, something scrawled upon it. I frowned and took it in my hand, my mouth suddenly unable to hide a smile as I read the note, my cheeks blushing.

Holly,

Hope my company helped you last night. You seemed to be sleeping pretty peacefully when I woke up this morning, so I'm sure it did. Sorry I had to leave before you woke but I had stuff to do with the guys, and I didn't want to disturb you. Hope you are much better this morning. You know I'm here if you need help again. I'll see you at the Smackdown taping tonight.

Dean.

Ps. Feel free to patch up any of my bruises or cuts in the future. You did a good job and I always prefer my nurses blonde.

xXx

Breakfast consisted of Randy, Hunter and myself. I poured myself a much needed cup of coffee and Randy munched on a piece of toast, Hunter cutting up some bacon, none of us talking. He'd yet to mention why we'd been called here so suddenly, but I found it very odd that Kane, Big Show nor anybody else was here. Not even Steph. It was just Randy and I.

So I sipped on my coffee, curiously awaiting his reasoning for this lavish breakfast.

He placed a piece of bacon into his mouth, chewed it, swallowed it down and turned to us.

"I wanted to talk to you both before the Smackdown taping," he began. "About something we want to take place at Survivor Series on Sunday. We'll be announcing it on the show tonight."

"And what's that?" asked Randy as he buttered another piece of toast.

"A match," he said. "You vs Sheamus. Belt holder vs Briefcase holder. The feud has been building for a while now and I think it's the perfect time to put a match into play."

"Sounds fine to me," said Randy.

"About time," I commented. "It's what the fans want. Sheamus vs Randy will be fantastic, but that doesn't explain why I'm here."

"Well," Hunter said, leaning forward and resting his elbows on the table. "We've obviously been building something between you and Sheamus on Raw for a few weeks too, so we wanted you involved in the match."

I frowned. "How?"

"We want you as guest referee," he said.

I looked at him blankly.

Guest referee…

He wanted me as guest referee…

Was he fucking kidding?!

"Hold up," I said, raising a hand to stop him talking. "You've seen all the shit Sheamus has put me through the last few weeks, you've witnessed the violence and problems he's thrown my way, you've seen the vendetta he seems to have against me… and yet you want to put me in a fucking ring with him?"

"You aren't fighting him, Holly," Hunter argued. "His target will be Randy, you are simply mediating the match."

"You think he'll care about that?" I yelled. "You think he'll give a shit whether I'm the ref or not? I'm not doing it. There is no way in hell you're going to get me in a ring with that man." I folded my arms, leaning back in my seat. I was seriously pissed off.

Hunter didn't look happy with me. "You'll do it because even though I'm your brother, I'm still your boss. This is the last time we want you involved, your last moment with him. Your personal feud with Sheamus will end at Survivor Series so we can fully support and give steam to Randy's feud with him."

I looked at him, finding it totally unbelievable that he was even suggesting such a match and giving me such a roll. What good was I as a ref? I'd have no authority and I knew Sheamus wouldn't listen to a single word I said. Who was to say he wouldn't attack? Who was to say he wouldn't turn on me? Once he was fighting and in that mindset, anybody could be his target.

"I don't like it," I sulked.

"Holly, this will be it after Sunday," Hunter explained. "We won't put you out there with him anymore, but after what happened on Raw, we need to finish the feud properly. After that, you're done with him. And Randy will be in that ring too, you won't be alone."

"He's right," added Randy. "You know I won't let you near him."

I looked at them both skeptically, taking in their words. The idea of this being my last interaction with Sheamus did sound rather appealing. I'd never wanted anything to do with him in the first place, but this feud between us had clearly gone on long enough. And as much as I disliked it, I understood why Hunter wanted to end it properly. So I sighed and reluctantly nodded my head.

"Fine," I said. "I'll be guest ref. But this is it, Hunter. Nothing else after this."

"Nothing else," he promised.

"I guess I need to get fitted for my referee's outfit then," I said, downing the rest of my coffee, instantly pouring another, wishing I had something stronger.

Again, a huge thanks to Raquel the writer, Hollarious969, alibob687, Tantoune, wolviegurl, KairiAnneYukari21, beautifultragedyxxx, dutchangel1979, SisterAbby, crazy-wild-and-free, calwitch and AKABlossom for their lovely words about the last chapter.