a/n: thank you redsandman99, zombie-beards, dashinginconverse, guest, and darkangelpayton1 for reviewing chapter one. i know cameron and seth is an unusual pair, so i really appreciate it. for the purpose of this story, hell in a cell hasn't happened yet, just a little fyi.

~*~part two~*~

Seth made his way to his private locker room after dismantling Ziggler, and he'd say he was surprised when a pair of – admittedly – tremendous breasts came into his field of vision except he wasn't.

He struggled to hold back the heavy sigh rising in his throat.

Desperate and Nikki Bella weren't things he would've ever associated until he became acquainted with her breasts being in his face nearly every other day. Or at least that's what it seemed like. He understood where the brunette was coming from, why she was seeking him out, as the youngest members of The Authority, they could form their own alliance within the WWE's power elite, forge their own road together on the path to joint dominance.

But that would be too obvious.

And while Stephanie had [not so] subtly dropped hints about how Nikki was single and beautiful, Seth couldn't see how starting something would benefit him. He needed to focus on ridding himself of Ambrose, once and for all. Then he would set his sights on Lesnar.

He didn't have time for distractions, his eyes drifted briefly to Nikki's ample breasts, no matter how gorgeous.

"Nikki," Seth kept his tone calm; Nikki could carry quite the temper if provoked. "You're quite beautiful," He smiled and purposefully complimented her with the phrase he used in a radio interview, one he knew she'd heard. "But I can't afford any distractions right now. Ambrose," His teeth became grit. "Will not go away, and until I've gotten rid of him, I don't have time for anything else."

Not even to cash in on that mindless caveman, Lesnar, the Iowa native thought bitterly.

"Not even a little bit of fun?" Nikki purred alluringly, batting her lengthy lashes coquettishly.

"No. And after Ambrose is finally taken care of, all of my focus is going to shift to Lesnar. I want is what he has, and I can't get it without focusing 100%."

"C'mon, Seth, a little fun now and then," Her every curvaceous inch was pressed into his lean frame. "Never hurt anyone. Look at Hunter and Stephanie, they have it all. And it's not like," She scoffed. "I'm asking you to marry me."

"Hunter has 13 titles and as of right now," He emphasized those words. "I have none. I'm out there every night to prove I am the future of this company – me – and no one else, and that's all that matters. If anything else mattered, I would still be wallowing in mediocrity as a member of The Shield with Ambrose and Reigns who were perfectly content to do so."

Seth ignored Nikki's huff of annoyance and continued down the hallway to his locker room.

Cameron sighed as she glanced at the clock; where the hell was Rollins? How long did it take to walk from backstage to his private locker room? Fluffing her hair, she pulled her compact from the back pocket of her jeans, and just as she was about to swipe another coat of gloss across her lips, the door opened.

"Finally!" She lifted her arms in the air, as if in prayer. "What the hell took you so long? What? Were your roots showin' and you made a pit stop to your stylist, Cruella?"

Seth blinked at the sight of Cameron lounging on his black leather couch inside his locker, as if she owned the place. What the fuck was she doing here?! No, wait, how the fuck did she even get in here?!

"How did you even get in here?"

Cameron cocked her head to the side and arched a perfectly manicured brow as if to say are you kidding me?

"Are you seriously asking me," She rose from her lounging position, displaying her toned figure in painted on jeans and a snugly fitted black off the shoulder shirt that showed off her flat stomach and perky breasts. "How I got in here? Like for real?"

Seth sighed, fingers combing through his bi-colored hair. Jamie and Joey were swayed by a pair of perky boobs and a tight ass? Seriously? As if they didn't see enough of both every single day in arena after arena?

"I don't have time for this." He mumbled, shaking his head. "Get out. I'm sweaty and tired. Not that you'd understand, since you barely work any matches other than the same beat-downs of Brie Bella or six team tag matches."

Cameron could feel her blood boiling. How dare he talk to her like that?! Part of her wanted to storm off, but a little voice reminded her why she was here in the first place. Without thinking, she followed him into the locker's en suite bathroom and shower area, uncaring whether Rollins was already undressed or in the process of undressing.

"Listen, here, you don't just get to diss and dismiss me..."

"What the fuck, Cameron?!" Seth roared, grabbing for the towel he brought into the spacious shower stall with him.

Another eye roll came as the blonde spoke in a bored tone, "You ain't got nothin' I haven't seen before."

"Are you crazy?! I told you to get out!"

"And I told you, you don't get to just diss and dismiss me. I'll be waiting when you're done."

Seth, hoped, as he toweled himself off that Cameron wasn't lounging on his couch waiting for him. He meant what he said to Nikki about not needing any distractions, no matter how gorgeous. Securing the white terry cloth around his waist, a heavy sigh escaped his lips at the sight of the former Funkadactyl lounging and filing her nails on his couch.

"You're still here?" He sounded exasperated.

"You should take lessons from your bodyguards, they at least know how to make a girl feel welcome."

"I already told Nikki I can't afford any distractions. I have to keep my eyes on the prize."

Cameron blinked owlishly, lips set into a thin line. "Distractions?" She drew out the word, as she stood, hip cocked to the side and manicured brow rising steadily. "Just what the hell is that supposed to mean? Like, I'm here lookin' for action or something? Because if that's what you think," She waived her hand, dismissively. "Boy, bye."

Seth arched a full brow, head tilting curiously. "Then why are you here?"

"Cause I wanna get better. You said it yourself; all I've been doing since Naomi and I split, is beat-downs and six team tags. I want to prove that I can be a force to be reckoned with, to bust out and show everyone that I'm for real."

"And what does any of that have to do with me? Shouldn't you be discussing your status or lack thereof within the company with, oh, I don't know? Stephanie McMahon, your boss?"

Cameron huffed, feeling frustrated. "She can't help me improve in the ring!"

She hated sounding like a whiny child, but she could take solace in at least not stomping her foot, like her instincts were want to do. Sighing, she took a deep breath and pushed her fingers through her curls, her ocher eyes holding the impressive Superstar's rich chocolate eyes.

"Look, Eva was telling me about how Randy helped her step up her game, and I thought maybe you'd be willing to help me. I know we don't know each other, but whatever. What I do know is you broke out of The Shield. You took the chance and left Ambrose and Reigns in the dust, and I want to do that with Naomi."

Cameron could feel tears stinging in her eyes. She felt like she was back in the talent director's office, talking about how desperate she was to get better and being shut down. No, not shut down, being told that if she went to NXT for the purpose of improving, she would lose her job.

She wouldn't let Rollins see her fall apart like that douche bag and everyone who watched it unfold on Total Divas, though. Hell to the no.

"I thought going to NXT would be good for me, that being down there with the up and comers like Charlotte and Sasha Banks, would make me as hungry as they are. Like I was before I got called up and was cool with dancing and shaking pom poms for Brodus Clay and Xavier Woods with Naomi. And you know what happened? I got told if I went down there, I wouldn't be a Diva anymore. What kind of messed up shit is that?"

Seth's eyebrows nearly disappeared underneath his hairline. He hadn't expected Cameron to say that.

"You thought going to NXT would make you better? You actually want to do more than dance?" He had to admit a little bit of him was intrigued.

"Don't sound so surprised." She shot him a dark glare, ocher eyes turning into narrowed slits. "I know what everyone says about me. Just like I know what they all say about Naomi. She's so athletic, she's the best athlete in the Diva's Division, she's so fun to watch." Cameron imitated JBL, putting on a thick Southern accent and brought her voice to a screeching level, before bringing it back. "I might not be the athlete she is, but I got moves, too. And you know what? It's my time to show out."

Seth studied the blonde; his curiosity suddenly piqued. Admittedly, he didn't know Cameron from a hole in the wall, and his assumptions of her left a lot to be desired. But maybe she had more substance to her than he originally thought.

"I can appreciate your ambition."

The wheels in his head were turning. Nikki didn't necessarily want an alliance inside the ring, to help him get what he deserved [the WWE World Heavyweight Championship], she wanted something from him she could get from anyone else. Well, anyone that didn't include Cena or Ziggler. She'd been there and done that.

Every other Superstar was basically fair game for the voluptuous Diva.

Cameron, however, wanted him for his in-ring expertise and just maybe he could get something from her in return. Though, her feminine wiles wouldn't necessarily distract Ambrose, he was sure she could make Cena melt if that wannabe action figure dared to get in his way again. Heyman wouldn't be immune either. And maybe even Lesnar, himself, could succumb.

This might just turn out to be a win-win for both of them.

"And just what are you smiling about?"

The blonde Diva's voice brought Seth out of his reverie. He searched the different shades of caramel and butterscotch that made up the unique ocher hue of her eyes. There was determination there. How much, he'd still have to find out, but he'd see how determined she was and how far she was willing to go.

"You really want to get better, do you? Are you prepared to do anything to get where you want to be? I'm assuming, that this is about more than just proving you're every bit as good as Naomi, right? You've got higher aspirations than that, don't you? If not, this arrangement isn't going to work."

"Arrangement? Should I get a lawyer?" Her tone was dry.

"No lawyers are necessary. A handshake's good enough." He laughed. "Tell me that seeking me out is more than just about Naomi. Because we both know," His grin was cunning. "I can do more for you than that."

"Boy, don't even go there. We both know you ain't sacrificing half of your meal ticket for me, no matter what I say. You got Stephanie and Hunter on your side, and you're not taking the chance at losing one of them. You know if you lose one, you've lost both."

"Not if Stephanie sees your potential. Look, when it comes to being part of The Authority, you always have to have a few extra plans up your sleeve. I learned that long before I ever took a chair to the backs of Dean Ambrose and Roman Reigns. Nikki wants to get back at Brie, that's where all her focus is, and if you ask me that cost her at Night of Champions. AJ took advantage, like she should've, but she is too obsessed with being a one girl revolution to understand the benefits of joining The Authority. As for Paige, she is too erratic to even think of bringing into the fold. You're not even in the conversation. No one would expect you to be walking out with Hunter, Stephanie, Kane, Randy, Nikki and I. Just like Nikki wouldn't expect you to take her on. She thinks you're in her pocket, and that makes you very dangerous."

Cameron eyed Seth suspiciously. She liked Nikki. They were friends. And honestly, she thought Brie had abandoned her twin by quitting. And then she came back just in time to get a match with Stephanie at Summerslam? One of the biggest Paperviews in the company? And Nikki was just supposed to sit back and watch?

That was some shady stuff if you asked Cameron.

Biting down on her lip, she released the flesh after twisting it for a moment. "So what? I would be Stephanie's Plan B?"

"Or you could be more than that. Look, you and Nikki are friends, I get that. But Nikki cost her own twin a match against Stephanie McMahon at Summerslam. What do you think she'd be willing to do to you?"

"How am I supposed to trust you? You sold out men who I know were more than just business partners to you. Maybe it wore thin – like it did for me and Naomi – being part of The Shield and all, but you can't stand here and tell me you and Reigns and Ambrose weren't closer than anyone in this company, that you weren't friends."

"I did what I had to do. In this company, you either look out for yourself or you get swallowed up. What's it gonna be, Cameron? Are you going to look out for yourself? Or be swallowed?"

"I'm lookin' out for me. Just don't try feedin' me to the princess to your prince."

"Nikki and I don't have anything to do with each other. She's Stephanie's pet project, and what she wants from me, she can get anywhere. What you want is something completely different. Something I'm willing to entertain, so long as you keep up your end of the bargain."

"Which is what?"

"You're going to help me get the WWE World Heavyweight Championship, and I'm going to help you not only improve but vault to the top of the division. AJ's had a few nice title reigns, but she can't be Diva's Champion forever."

Seth offered her his hand and Cameron stared at his long, slender fingers for a moment, imagining their roughness against the smoothness of her own. She could see his palm swallowing her hand whole, her caramel tone disappearing into his deeply tanned.

But what stood out in her mind's eye was the gleam of silver. Silver shaped like a butterfly and tinged with glittering pink.

She hadn't thought of the Diva's Championship, but it was hard to ignore now. She could help him get the gold and he could help her get the silver. It was too inciting to pass up.

And so she reached out and his palm swallowed her hand, her caramel tone disappearing into his deeply tanned.