Hello, lovely readers!

Happy New Year to you all! Its finally 2016! I hope you all have a wonderful year and are ready for this chapter. The lunatic makes his return...

Raquel the writer – Yes he should have.

KairiAnneYukari21 – Sadly his suspension period is over. Which means he's back for good and we all know this won't end well

Dutchangel1979 – Indeed she does have Dean! And she will definitely be listening next time! She'll make sure of it.

Wolviegurl – All in good time, my dear. It'll be totally worth the wait.

AKABlossom – Sadly he is. So get ready for some drama

Tantoune – I'm glad you liked their little reunion. I thought it was sweet to give them their little moment like that. And yes, sadly Sheamus is back.

Ambrose-kohli-girl – A hell of a lot of tension and chemistry! It's gonna be fireworks when they finally do get together

This chapter is named after – 'Mad Man' by The Hives

Holly Helmsley's Point Of View

I swirled the whiskey around my glass, watching the brown liquid toss and turn within the clear container in my hand. I wasn't a big whiskey drinker, never had been. But Dean swore by it, saying it had numbed him and calmed his nerves on more than one occasion. The guy had never steered me wrong before, so once he'd suggested it I accepted it without hesitation.

I sipped on it, my face grimacing as the harsh liquid tumbled around my mouth and slid down my throat. It was strong stuff, unlike anything I'd ever tasted. I immediately out the glass back down on the table in front of me, wishing I'd ordered a glass of wine or a fruity cocktail instead.

I looked around the bar I was currently situated in, wondering if I could be bothered to get up and get a drink I knew I'd like rather than this vile shit Dean had brought for me. My legs didn't feel like moving and I had zero motivation to fetch the drink myself. I wasn't alone here, I'd brought people with me, so my eyes followed a path, assessing where each person was and whether it was worth asking them to get me a drink instead.

Seth was by the jukebox, picking a song, nowhere near the bar. So he was out of the question. Dean and Roman were wracking up balls at the pool table, about to begin a game. No way could I ask them now. Paige and Sasha were beside me, but they were deep in conversation and it would be rude of me to interrupt them to ask for a drink, especially when I had a working pair of legs. So I counted them out. Naomi and Tamina were posing with a few fans who had asked for a photo so there was no way I was asking them, and Barrett, Rusev and Lana were watching some baseball game on the TV.

Only one person was available to fetch me a drink and that person was me. So I'd have to book up my ideas, man up, stop being lazy and simply get up to fetch myself a better drink.

So I cautiously stood from my seat at the table and headed over to the bar, wishing I'd never asked to come here in the first place.

As soon as I saw Sheamus that night at the arena, I'd gone into full panic mode, knowing that small time period of freedom I'd gained during his suspension was now over and done with. It had come round so quickly, but he was now due back at work, and any distance I'd gained from him had been considerably closed up. He had returned full time now, and I was back to square one, always looking around every corner and making sure I had eyes in the back of my head in case he showed up to make trouble for me.

And he would make trouble for me.

I was the reason behind his suspension, I was the reason he no longer held the Money In The Bank briefcase, I was the reason the fans now hated him and everyone in the back now frowned upon him. And everybody knew that Sheamus was never the type of guy to take this shit lying down and do nothing about it. He'd want revenge, he'd want vengeance, he'd want to make me pay. He didn't care who I was or who my family was, Sheamus would get payback.

And that terrified me.

He was a brawler, a mad man, a guy capable of a lot of scary stuff. And whilst I had good friends and a loving family around me to watch out for me, it's not like I could be protected all the time. He'd catch me alone, he'd find me when I had no form of protection, and he'd do whatever the fuck he wanted.

So as soon as I saw him, I'd wanted out, I'd wanted to escape and numb my troubles with the only thing I knew could – alcohol. It hadn't taken me long to convince the girls, the Shield and a few other friends to join me. So as soon as the show had finished we'd come straight to the bar and made the most of what it offered.

But as I sat there, wallowing in self pity, feeling awfully sorry for myself, I realised I couldn't even be bothered to get up for a fucking drink. Sheamus's return had caught me by surprise and it had totally winded me. It had come so fast that I'd barely had time to make the most of him being away and now it was making me retreat and act like some terrified little mouse.

The bastard had Brogue Kicked me in the face, for fuck's sake! A small defenceless woman who had never wrestled in her life, the little sister of the boss, and all he'd received was a pathetic suspension. It was cruel, it was unfair, and now he was back to make trouble and make my life fucking hell. So as I reached the bar, I let out a sigh, my shoulders dropping, realising being here was pointless.

I could drink all the alcohol I wanted. It didn't change the fact that Sheamus was back.

"Well, you look happy to be here," chuckled Seth as he joined me by the bar. Music was playing lightly in the background so he had clearly picked something to listen to.

"I suppose I don't exactly have much to smile about," I said to him as I ordered a glass of wine, getting Seth a beer at the same time.

"And why's that?" Seth asked. "Because Sheamus is back?"

"Obviously," I replied, running a hand through my long blonde hair. "Any peace and quiet I've had these last few weeks has now gone right out of the window."

He shook his head in amusement. "Holly, you honestly have nothing to worry about right now."

I looked at him incredulously. "Are you serious? After the shit that he took, Sheamus probably won't be happy until I'm six feet under."

"Yeah, I agree with you, the guy is gonna be pissed," Seth explained. "But do you honestly think anyone is gonna let anything happen to you? Your brother learnt his lesson from last time and so he'll make sure you have maximum security. Randy won't let him within five feet of you, and I think we all know how Dean will be."

The guy has a point…

"I guess…" I shrugged.

He turned around, leaning his back against the bar as he spoke to me, watching Dean playing pool with Roman across the room. "Ambrose will not let you out of his sight if he knows Sheamus is around. Trust me, my brother will not let that man near you."

"But he can't protect me all of the time," I argued. "And I wouldn't expect him to."

"Wanna bet?" said Seth with a smirk. "If I know Dean he'll give you twenty four hour protection whether you want it or not.. Sheamus won't be able to touch you, believe me. I've never seen Dean taken with a person like he is with you. He won't let any harm come to ya."

I looked at Seth for a few moments before turning my head to look at Dean.

"Sheamus can be pretty crazy though," I suggested.

"And as you've witnessed in the past, so can Dean," Seth chuckled as the bartender arrived back with our drinks. I was about to pay but Seth managed to hand over some money first. "I get what's happening is scary, but trust me, when Dean has his mind set on something, he always comes through. So if he vows to protect you, he'll do it till his last breath."

And with that he walked away, heading over to his brothers who were continuing to play pool. I watched them closely as I made my way back over to the girls, taking my seat back at the table.

Dean was a good friend, a close friend, one of the best friends I had. We'd been through a lot together, some good things and some bad, some hot things and some cold. But in all the months I'd known him, he'd never let me down once. I would never expect him to keep a constant watch over me, but if Seth said Dean would protect me, then I had to trust he would…

But no one could be there 24/7. No one could help if he cornered me in the lady's bathroom or when alone in a hotel room. A time would come where I was defenceless and Sheamus would grab his opportunity. No one is ever a hundred percent safe, and I knew the Irishman was cunning enough to find that gap.

I drank my wine in record time, letting the fruity taste of it wash over my tongue. I placed the glass on the table and followed the wine down with the whiskey I'd abandoned earlier. It didn't taste as bad when mixed in with the wine, but it still burnt the back of my throat a little, causing me to cough.

"Slow down, girl," laughed Paige. "One drink at a time."

"Sorry," I said, wiping my mouth. "Just needed something to calm the nerves a little." The alcohol hit my head immediately as I began to clam up, the bar suddenly feeling very warm and stuffy. I wasn't sure if it was nerves, fear or a genuine illness, but it was all mixing with the alcohol and I suddenly felt strange.

"You okay?" asked Sasha in concern. "You don't look good."

"I… I think I need some air," I said, standing up.

I didn't wait for a reply, I walked to the entrance of the bar and stepped outside, releasing a relieved breath as the cool night air hit me, cooling me down instantly. It felt amazing against my warm skin, the street a world away from the stuffy bar I'd just exited. Not wanting smoke being blown into my face from the smokers outside, I walked around the bar, heading into an alleyway beside it, leaning back on the cool brick wall of the building.

Panic and anxiety hit me the more I thought about the situation, the good and the bad, the highs and the lows, what could and couldn't happen. I breathed in and out quickly as I watched my breath turn into condensation in the cold air in front of me. My head fell forward, focusing on the hard and dark ground below me, wishing things were easier, wishing none of this shit had even happened in the first place.

It was at times like this that I wished I had a normal job, a 9-5 boring job that had no excitement and no madness. A simple job where I went in in the morning and came home at night after 8 hours of meaningless work. At least if I had that I wouldn't be in the position I was in now. Sometimes I honestly wished I had a normal life away from WWE.

I clenched my hands into frustrated fists, my nails digging harshly into my palms as I fought away the stinging behind my eyes. I refused to cry. No matter how bad things got, I refused to let him make me cry. I was a Helmsley, and we didn't do that kind of shit. We were brave and we stood up for ourselves…

Then why do I feel terrified and absolutely pathetic right now…?

My subconscious was totally right, I didn't feel anything like I ought to. I didn't feel brave, I didn't feel feisty, I didn't feel ready to take on Sheamus head on. I felt scared, I felt feeble, and I felt vulnerable, like I wanted to hide behind anyone who was willing to look out for me.

It was pathetic but it was true. I was no brave fighter like my brother, I wasn't some crazy lunatic like Dean, I wasn't a strong Viper like Randy.

I often made out like I was, but in actuality I was far from it. Truthfully, I was just a scared little girl.

A single tear slid down my cold cheeks.

"Now now, sweetheart. I can't be making things that bad for you that you wanna cry," came a voice from in front of me. I'd know that deep Irish drawl anywhere, my head shooting up at the sound. My eyes widened considerably as they focused on the red haired man in front of me.

He was across the alleyway, mirroring my relaxed position against the wall opposite mine. The only differences were his folded arms and the sickly smug grin on his face. He looked difference to when he'd left. His hair was no long short and spiky, but shaved at the sides and styled into a tall Mohawk. His beard was longer too, plated in places to give him the complete Celtic warrior persona. It seemed he was debuting a new look for his big return.

I didn't say anything, I simply stared at Sheamus, wanting to know why he was here, ready for his next move. I quickly wiped away the tear that had fallen down my face and slowly stood up straight, swallowing nervously. He copied my every move, his body a hell of a lot taller and more intimidating than mine could ever be.

"What's the matter?" he asked. "Cat got your tongue? You've never been this silent before."

"You should leave," I somehow had the courage to say.

"And why would I do that?" he asked, taking a step forward. "After you took my briefcase away, after you got me suspended, after you made me a laughing stock, why the hell would I do that?"

"You did that stuff yourself," I argued, backing up to the wall behind me as closely as I could. Any closer and I'd become part of the brick work.

"I didn't ask to be suspended. I didn't ask to have my title shot removed. You and your fucking bright ideas did it, encouraging me, provoking me, annoying me at every twist and turn," he growled.

"You can't blame me for your own actions, Sheamus," I challenged, trying my hardest to keep my voice as calm and as level as I could. My hands were already trembling at my side, I couldn't let him hear a weak voice too.

"I can and I fucking will," he said, marching to me until we were nose to nose, a gasp leaving my mouth at the suddenness of his movements. "It's all your fucking fault, you little bitch. If it weren't for you, I'd have that fucking championship now, I'd have a clean slate, I wouldn't have a bad word said against me."

"Then maybe you should have thought twice about attacking a woman on TV," I said, regretting the words as soon as they'd left my lips.

He suddenly grabbed my throat, squeezing tightly and pushing me against the wall. "Maybe you should have thought twice before challenging me!"

My eyes widened as my throat closed up, my body struggling to get air into my lungs. The muscles in his arms flexed as he slowly lifted me by my throat, my feet no longer on the ground. I wheezed, I coughed, my hands clawing at his in an attempt to make him let me go.

"Maybe you should have thought twice about pissing me the fuck off," he seethed. My face was turning redder and redder, tears streaming down my cheeks as I struggled to breathe, my head slowly going dizzy.

"S-Stop…" I tried, my voice coming out as a mere whisper.

"No more," he said. "I'm putting an end to this now, sweetheart. Your big brother isn't here, Orton isn't here, and those little Hounds Of Justice who follow you round aren't here. It's just you and me now." He pulled me away from the wall and slammed me back against it, my eyes seeing stars as my head hit the bricks behind me. "And I plan to fucking end it."

Oh shit…

I clawed at his hands as hard as I could, my legs flailing in an attempt to get away from him. I was desperate now, trying any tactic that I could, doing whatever was possible to make him let me go.

But I had no chance, he always had the upperhand over me.

I could feel myself beginning to fade due to the lack of oxygen getting to my brain, my body going weak. I found I had no strength to fight him anymore, like I'd resigned myself to taking whatever punishment he was going to give me. I looked up at him weakly, a sinister smile on his face as he squeezed my throat tighter.

And then he was gone.

For a few moments, I had to wonder whether I'd completely blanked out or fainted. I had been pretty close to it, so perhaps my body had just given up.

But I was soon bounced back into reality as I felt my body hit the cold hard ground below me. I opened my eyes, realising I was still in the alleyway I had been in. The smell of smoke was still in the air and a cold night breeze still blew around me. My throat hurt, stinging with soreness every time I breathed in and out. But even with that, I was exactly where I had always been with only one drastic difference.

Where was Sheamus?

I blinked, focusing on my surroundings, searching desperately for the crazed man who had been attacking me only a few seconds earlier. I needed to know his location, I needed to be aware of where he was, I had to know he wasn't ready to attack once again.

I gasped, scurrying backwards when I finally found him, quickly realising what must have happened.

He was against the wall opposite me, finding himself in a position rather similar to the one he'd had me in moments earlier, pressed against the brickwork, a hand tightly wrapped around his throat.

The hand belonged to Dean.

Where the fuck did he come from?

"Haven't I told you once to stay away from her?" Dean asked him, his hand tightening enough to make the Irishman wince in pain. "Haven't I told you before that you don't go anywhere near her?"

I watched Dean cautiously, observing his stiff body, his taught muscles, the blank and distant look in his eye. It was all too familiar and I'd met this side of my friend many times before.

This wasn't Dean. This was the lunatic.

"Yes, I did warn you before. And I also fucking warned you what would happen if I found you near her again. Now, I might not be able to do much to you in that ring, but out here, in the real world, you're fair fucking game," Dean growled, his teeth bared, his eyes on fire. They were growing darker and colder, his tense body becoming more unstable and more unpredictable.

He tightened his grip on Sheamus's throat before he lifted him and threw him onto the ground below, the man hitting the ground with a clatter. Sheamus rolled away, desperately trying to get up and escape before Dean came back to him. But the lunatic was far too quick.

He was on him immediately, sitting on his stomach so that the Irishman's face was an open target. Dean didn't hesitate, laying into him, throwing swift and hard punches to his enemies face. Each hit echoed throughout the alleyway, Dean never letting up once. I cowered in fear, , jumping with every punch, my body trembling as I saw blood appear on Sheamus's face, splattering across Dean's knuckles and cheeks.

It didn't phase him. If anything the blood encouraged him, his teeth gritted as he punched even harder, Sheamus having zero defence.

"S-Stop…" I faintly heard Sheamus cry through the barrage of flying fists. The sound got Dean's attention, the lunatic quickly grabbing his Mohawk in his hands and lifting his bloody face to his own.

"Stop?" he asked, a dark and sinister chuckle leaving his lips, the sound sending a shiver up my spine. He looked like a fucking psycho! "Isn't that cute, he actually wants me to stop."

"Please," Sheamus cried again, his mouth spitting blood out onto the floor below him.

"What about when Holly asked you to stop?" Dean growled deeply. "How about when you Brogue Kicked her in the face? When you threw Seth at her like a weapon? When I just found your hands round her throat? Did you stop?"

"N-No," answered Sheamus.

"Then tell me why the fuck I should give you the same courtesy?" he asked. "I told you weeks ago that I'd come for you if you touched her again. I told you I'd mess you up. I told you I'd make you fucking pay, you piece of shit. Didn't you believe me or something? Didn't you-"

"I-"

Dean smashed Sheamus's head against the ground below him. "I'M NOT FINISHED TALKING! You've pissed me off enough, buddy. Don't add to the list of reasons I want to fucking kill you."

I was beginning to worry now. I'd never seen Dean like this before. I'd never seen him so violent or so on edge, not even that night he saved me from the muggers. This was going too far, and I knew this could end up in dangerous territory. He'd already had a warning from Hunter over what he did in the ring when Sheamus had Brogue Kicked me. If anyone found out about this, he'd be fired for sure, and the police would definitely be involved. That couldn't happen, I wouldn't let it happen.

So I cautiously got up, leaning my hands against the wall until I was stably on my feet. Once I was steady, I slowly walked over to them.

"Didn't you think I wouldn't come through on my promise?" Dean continued to ask Sheamus. "Because I always come through on anything I promise. Especially when it comes to her. You don't mess with me when it comes to her."

"Dean?" I tried, keeping my voice calm, making sure not to raise it, fighting back the tears of fear over how close I was getting to the lunatic.

He let go of Sheamus's head and threw another punch at it. "You pushed me too far this time, you dirty motherfucker. You've had one too many chances."

"Dean!" I said a little louder, my voice clearly not getting through to him. He was clearly too far gone, an almost dark aura surrounding his body.

"I'm gonna destroy you," he growled at Sheamus, licking his lips. "I'm gonna screw you up, make you hurt, make you wish you'd never laid eyes on Dean fucking Ambrose, you disgusting cunt."

"DEAN!" I yelled, placing a hand on his shoulder. He immediately stopped his movements, standing up and leaving the unmoving body of Sheamus below him. He whipped his head round to face me, his eyes boring deeply into mine. I recoiled in fear a little at the suddenness of his movements. "E-Enough," I said, my voice softer if a little timid.

Dean stared at me, his gaze intense and deep, like he was looking right into me, trying to read my thoughts.

"But… he hurt you," Dean said, looking down at the Irishman in disgust. "He attacked you."

"That doesn't mean you need to kill him," I said. "And I'm scared that's what's happening."

"He needs to pay," he argued, looking back at me. "He needs to fucking suffer."

"At your expense?" I asked. "Look at him. Look at the state he's in. Dean, no more. I need you to stop."

"But-"

"Please," I pleaded, cautiously slipping my hand into his in a reassuring manner. It was covered in blood, but I had to swallow back the vomit that threatened to spill from my mouth and see past that tiny little fact. This was about bringing Dean back, sending the lunatic away and making sure Sheamus was still fucking alive by the end of this.

"Holly…" he growled as a warning, his jaw tense.

I gently raised my hand and cupped his cheek, wiping away the blood that was slowly drying upon his skin. He closed his eyes at my touch, leaning into my hand, a rumble echoing from his chest. It was almost like a purr.

"Do it for me, Dean," I said softly. "Please…"

He opened his eyes and stared at me for a few moments before he sighed, going back to Sheamus and lifting the man's face to look at his.

"It's a good job she's got a fucking heart because if it were up to me I wouldn't let you leave here alive," Dean began to say to him. "You got lucky this time. I'm gonna make sure someone finds you and calls 911. You don't mention my name or hers to anyone, you understand me? Because if this comes back to me, I'll be after you and I won't hesitate to finish the fucking job. Do I make myself clear?"

Sheamus quickly nodded, a glint of horror and fear in his eyes. Dean quickly let him go, making sure to throw his head down harshly before he turned to face me, wrapping a protective arm around my shoulder, holding me close, refusing to let me go.

"Thank you," I whispered.

"Get me away from him and back to the hotel before I go back and finish what I fucking started," he said as we walked down the street, grabbing the first taxi we could find.

Again, a huge thanks to Raquel the writer, KairiAnneYukari21, dutchangel1979, wolviegurl, AKABlossom, Tantoune and ambrose-kohli-girl for their reviews.