A/N: I just want to say as always a special thanks to you guys whom followed, favourited and alerted my story. Also an all the more bigger thank you to StephNexus, pleaseletmegetwhatiwant, Kizzyfur, charmedbyortonbarrett, Sonib89, HalloweenBarbie, Livin on the EDGE, MistyKnight, and KatieKazaMizAwesome. Your reviews for chapter 11 blew my mind seeing as you guys were all the more detailed with your thoughts, so it means the world to me; I got to see what you guys are really thinking while reading the chapters.

I just thought you guys should know that Vivienne and Dean aren't official, it's like they are doing something, but it's not exactly a relationship. I'll like to think not only is Dean Ambrose is complex, but also my OC. There's an intense clash of ego, and fear of self between the two that doesn't allow them to completely submerge themselves into the idea of a relationship between the two – especially with the outside forces trying to pry them apart.

In this chapter, it's going to be rather lengthy since I'm going to make time pass for Dean to get back into the ring. Thus maybe the secret text messenger will be revealed? Who knows? And did Dolph take on the mysterious figure's proposition? Let the torture to my lovelies ensue!

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Chapter 12: Headfirst Crashing.

"How the hell am I supposed to know Joe? That's why I called your ass. I don't know what happened, after the whole shit with Seth fuckin' going ape shit, she just fell unconscious while I was handlin' the cops at the door. It's been two days and she hasn't woken up!" Dean sighed as he combed his hand through his hairs, glancing back at the resting figure of Vivienne, whom has been unconscious for the last two days. Dean not knowing how to handle the situation all on his own figured Roman had a better idea of what was going on with her. Thus called his stable partner to come to New York as soon as possible. Roman was there in a couple of hours. Apparently they were in New Jersey for Raw is hosting a house show there.

"Alright, Jon, relax. I just got here, and I'm already feeling overwhelmed by a lot of the information being handed to me. So spare me, alright? Anyways, you shouldn't worry; I've talked to Seth beforehand for when this happened to Vivienne when you guys had your first altercation. It happens when she's emotionally distraught, so she starts breathing heavily, and all that. It could be worst, but by looking at her right now she's alright. Promise ya man. So relax alright?"

Roman reassured as he slightly patted the shoulder of a rather annoyed Dean. He felt useless, didn't know what the fuck to do when it came down to it. Hell he didn't even know she went through something like this on the normal; she never bothered telling him about it. He realized it all the more, she's failing to let him learn, and he can't complain, she probably feels the same way.

"I am so confused, but I guess I should've seen it coming." Roman broke the silence that engulfed the room. Dean tilted his head to the side, slightly confused by the statement.

"And what exactly do you mean by that?" His temper was definitely short today.

"I'm talking about you and Vivienne, relax." Dean huffed as he budged into his seat and glanced past Roman who sat in front of him to take note of Vivienne. Her breathing was soft, and it slightly echoed in the room due to the oxygen mask. Now it was his turn to see her strapped up to some machine.

"What about us?"

"That there is an 'us'. You? In a relationship? It must be the end of the worlds. Didn't she have something going on with this guy Ziggler?" Dean chuckled as he folded his arms across his chest. "She had something going on with Ziggler, but that's over and done with. As for a relationship, that's not even it alright. You know I don't do those. It's not really in my nature."

"Please Jon, what else would you call this? Sharing the same bed, sleeping together, hell she was with you throughout your whole detox process? She cooks for ya, you guys hold hands, kiss. And it isn't a relationship? Jon, since you're so wise on what a relationship is, though makes no sense, enlighten me." Roman was clearly getting a kick out of the irritated look on Dean's face. But Dean only cleared his throat and shrugged his shoulders.

"It's a game." He bluntly stated, the cover up word they've been convinced what they've been engaged in is about. Roman was confused, he didn't understand what he meant by it. "So it's what Seth probably thinks you're doing to her..?" He sounded almost upset, hell, he didn't want Vivienne to get hurt by the hands of Dean, he's had a hard time even trusting her around him, and unlike Seth however he gives Dean the benefit of a doubt. Roman also trust's Vivienne in believing she knows what she's getting herself into, to a certain extent.

"No. Nothing like that. Alright? Just, stop biting my ass about what's going on between us. Leave it to suspicions and assumptions; it's more fun for ya that way." Dean chuckled as did Roman. Roman was happy seeing the condition Dean was in. He was better than what he was three months ago. Hell, even better probably and he knew that Vivienne took part in that development. Dean was the same Dean – though he almost appeared a bit more tamed to say the least. It was a bit of a shocker initially finding the two together in the hospital room, but hell, he should've suspected it all.

Vivienne woke up to the sound of her own breathing and at the last words spat by Dean. She groaned as she raised her hands to her face, to cover the suspecting lights that are soon to blind her. Slowly she opened her eyes, lightly sucking her teeth as she could barely make out what happened, but slowly it all came back to her. She assumed the reason she was even in a hospital bed to begin with was because she had one of her infamous attacks.

She slowly pushed herself off the bed, looking up she met the gaze of both Roman and Dean whom stood by side one another and looked down at her. For some reason, she felt warm at seeing the two there. And her memories pained inwardly pained her – she remembered the times she would wake up in a hospital bed and she would find Seth there, only Seth whom probably cancelled one of his matches because he wanted to see how she was doing, or what happened to her.

Vivienne sighed, but noted the grin on Dean's lips widen. She was alright, she looked alright, and that was enough to set him at ease. Even if his insides were biting him, hell it was natural, though he didn't want to admit much to it, he worried. She glanced for a second into his eyes, and slightly nodded at him, she noted the concern in them and although it boggled her that he cared, she didn't mind it at all. It set her mind at ease. Dean took the nod as the hint that she was alright.

"Vivienne, glad to see you're alright. Had fun napping?"

"Nice to see you too Joe, aren't you ever so glad to see me?" Vivienne smiled, as Roman only laughed before rubbing the back of his head.

"Actually, I'm surprised to be honest with ya. Here you are, with none other than good ol' Jon. Care to explain?" He teased and Vivienne only found herself widening her eyes, as then she raised her arm and scratched the back of her head. Dean only shoved Roman whom began to laugh as he then pointed at her.

"You guys think you're slick. Telling me it's no damn relationship and you guys act like fucking kids when its brought up. You guys aren't low at all." Roman continued to laugh all the more. Vivienne put her hands up in defense as Dean only took a swig from his water bottle once more, trying to ease the slight flare welling up within him.

"It's not like that Roman; really, cut us some slack will ya?" Vivienne didn't identify what she had going on with Dean as a relationship, and neither did he. Though it was almost as close as that, they refused to acknowledge it as so. It was a game to both of them, almost as though they depended on each other for a dosage of instability versus stability, for pain and pleasures. He thrived off the idea of being able to make her crackle, to pry out the hornet's nest, and that idea, since day one hasn't been able to escape from his thought. It was almost a sick fascination, but he loved the fascination when it became a reality.

Vivienne on the other hand dealt with Dean for the thrill, and also she couldn't help it, there was this undefinable attraction towards Dean, almost as though she could try her hardest to evade him, but in the end, without much of her own control she would run back to him. Just like the night she found out he was at the hospital. She forget the anger she's welled up within her being for three months when she saw him lying there defenseless in the bed of a hospital.

Roman only chuckled as he glanced from Dean whom only glared at Roman and back at Vivienne whom almost held a smug look on her face. Dean then came up to Roman as he slung his arm over his shoulder, pulling him close as his tongue stuck out from the corner of his lips. Roman slightly pulled away from Dean, looking up at him wondering what the hell he could be planning.

"Why can't you trust us dear, dear Joe? Is it so hard to believe that maybe we can finally be in a room for once without me and Princess over here biting off our asses?" Vivienne almost choked in her own spit.

"Oh please Jon! Nothing has changed at all; you're still a pain in my fucking ass."

It wasn't a lie at all. She couldn't stand him, and she's come with the conclusion that was part of her attraction towards him, the appeal of Dean Ambrose, that he was so damn annoying, in the most charming of ways. It worked for him, or maybe it worked on her, for probably with anyone else he wasn't like this. He was probably more in touch with the Mox or the Ambrose. And with her, there's a mix of the three, and she knew it from the two months she spent with him. Good, Moxley, and Ambrose.

Roman only chuckled as Dean placed his hands over his chest, pretending to be flabbergasted. "Princess, even after all, you still continue to hurt me, with that foul little mouth of yours…" The last words came out almost hush and Vivienne's chest rose, she remembered the car ride to New York and how he told her, because of the way she talks to him it's why she's punished. However, the night with the incident with Seth, she recalled a much softer side of Dean, and she knew he did it for the case of calming her down. She felt the kisses from that night tug her stomach, little by little.

A strange, but beautiful feeling.

"You guys are really the same. But if you are going to kiss, please, warn me before doing so, or else I'm going to puke." Joked Roman only causing Dean to slither his arm off him and shook his head. Vivienne only began to laugh, the ambience in the room was right; she wouldn't have it any other way – here with two people she's grown to care for to great extents without admitting it. All that was missing was her brother, the man whom wouldn't even approve of what was going on – without knowing.

"I'm going to go take a wiz, try keeping your hands to yourselves alright kids?" Dean joked, causing Roman to only shake his head once more, and Vivienne glare at Dean whom beamed with that smug look on his face. That was the look. The look that boggled all her insides since day one and set her at turmoil. That guy was doing something to her, and she knew it, but didn't know what exactly it was that he did to her.

Dean exited the room, leaving Roman and Vivienne to themselves. "You know… Lopez is really biting himself over what happened. Botched the house-show last night, almost got himself injured really. He can't focus at all, and although he's still raging over the whole you and Jon thing, he's being awfully hard on himself." Vivienne shrugged her shoulders, apathy notable on her eyes as she didn't care at the moment what her brother was feeling. She couldn't even label Seth her brother, after the words he spat to her last night she was in disbelief and in pure nihilism that he was her brother.

She sucked her teeth as she crossed her arms over her chest, before she could open her mouth to even speak about Seth, in came a nurse, whom lightened up at seeing Vivienne awake. Roman stepped back, away from the bed and sat down on chair by side it. "Well it's good to see you're awake. I've been your nurse for these past two nights, I'm Angelique Song. Now, Vivienne, you seem to be doing great. How are you feeling?"

Vivienne glanced towards Roman, whom only nodded his head slightly. "Brand new nurse, I just want to go home already, if that's alright?" The nurse, Angelique only giggled as she nodded her head and took note of her vitals and behaviour. "Well you seem like you're ready to go. Thankfully, so maybe your boyfriend, the other one who was here could relax for a bit, had us going crazy for these past two nights."

"Oh no miss, he's not my-" Vivienne didn't get to finish for then the nurse walked out of the room. Vivienne turned her head towards Roman, staring at him with disbelief at the comment shot at her but all he did was laugh.

"The nerve of her! Assuming without asking right? Oh, shame to the human condition!" Roman managed to spit through his laughter as Vivienne only reached out to smack his leg however she couldn't pretend to be angry, as she then began to laugh as well. Roman always had this relaxing vibe to him; he almost set everything to light. But this was something she refused to accept from the wise owl of The Shield.

"Really though! Even if you're being sarcastic, that's really what I was thinking! The nerve man, the fucking nerve." However, silence engulfed the room once more for a second.

"Vivienne, I know you don't want to hear this, really. But I hope I know what you're doing. Jon is a good guy and all, but still, be careful." Vivienne stared at Roman, whom only bored his eyes into her own. The look in his face never more serious. She felt her shoulders grow heavy, as though a ghost, a monkey was on it. Dean walked into the room and the two snapped out of their gaze and stared at the man whom she was warned about. She tried figuring it out, what was it that they knew about Dean Ambrose that she didn't. What was it about him that was so dangerous?

Who was she kidding, she knew, she knew she was getting herself into trouble the moment she met him. She knew he was nothing but that, trouble. The epitome of danger, and she headfirst crashed herself into the quarantined zone she was warned about.

"I can't believe time flew by so damn fast…" Vivienne muttered as she stared outside of the car window. She pushed back her rustic colored locks for they fluttered vivaciously in front of her face due to the force of the wind. Her cheek was pressed against the palm of her hand as she sighed realizing that within the blink of an eye, summer was leaving. It didn't hit her until she arrived with Dean back at Ohio three weeks ago. It's the last Saturday of August where Dean and Vivienne could truly even spend an inch of time together, for tomorrow he makes his return to The Shield at his hometown in a house show. Tomorrow he's back in the arms of his one and true love, the truest thing he can give his all and be true to himself.

"Fuck it, I'm glad it's gone, I'm going to be back in the ring and the world better fuckin' prepare themselves for Dean Ambrose is back, and isn't going anywhere." Dean boasted, and Vivienne could only roll her eyes. She knew he's been preparing himself all summer after his recuperation was done with. There have been days she didn't even see him for he's been too busy at the gym and the only time she'll feel him it's at night time when she's already laying down and trying to sleep and he showers up and climbs right in with her. A part of her was jealous as to how wrestling grasped his attention with the greatest of ease, and at the same time she grew to admire him. His determination to make it big finally pulled off, and the efforts of him to return at tip-top shape was all the more impressing. I can't believe this is the guy that deems himself as shit, next to him; I must be a big fucking pile of it.

Vivienne thought to herself, realizing she couldn't even go through her lifelong dream of actually being a doctor. Success was granted, it was at the palm of her hand along with the envy of many other scrubs within the hospital for her performance left many in awe. She received so many awards as a medical student, hell she was even offered to go abroad to Asia to teach others what she knew. What drove Vivienne to medicine was the fact she was stuck in a hospital all her life, but her own dream became the source of her tragedy.

"Are you planning on coming along Princess?" Vivienne snapped out of her train of thought as she turned her head to look at Dean whom kept his eyes on the road.

"Where to?" She was confused by his question.

"On the road, with me?" Vivienne slightly choked in her own spit, as she glanced down at her thighs where her cigarette pack rested. She pulled out one and quickly lit it, inhaling the bittersweet content. She coughed, trying to clear her throat for she didn't even know to respond. Hell any other time she would've guaranteed said yes, but knowing that tensions are going to be running high even with Seth a part of her urged for her to decline the offer.

But she missed the idea of being on the road. "I don't know, I'm not exactly excited about dealing with Colby. Or even Ziggler for that matter."

"You don't need to worry about him, whereas the shit with you and your brother I'm sure you can both be professional individuals and keep that shit out of the tour bus." Something didn't feel right. She wished she could feel reassured by his words like he normally tended to do so, but it wasn't working. She knew she was probably going to clash once more with her own brother, especially at seeing her with Dean. And the fact that Ziggler, whom she hasn't talked to since the last phone call would probably approach her about the matter with Dean. Things she certainly wasn't excited about.

Vivienne pulled the cigarette from her lips and stared down at it. Heavily sighing once more, however her attention attracted towards the hand that rested on her thigh. She stared down at it, as her index finger began to trail against the length of his hand. His knuckles slightly bruised, however one would think his hand was rough, but it was tender at touch. He hand beautiful hands, big, but the way his fingers elongated and grasped onto her thigh, something about it, was lovely. She traced her eyes from his hands up to his face.

Fuck, he was handsome. She never noticed it until now. But there he was sunglasses on the face, white shirt, shaggy brown hair, slightly faded beard, and those lips of his that just knew exactly how to curve. Dean, took notice of the silence that took over Vivienne and the fact that she kept her gaze fixated on him. "Princess, you mean to tell me my seductive charms have finally taken over you? Do you want me now huh?" The hand that rested on her thigh slightly rubbed them and she felt a shudder crawl on her spine, the warmth was undeniable.

Vivienne only chuckled as she reached out with her own arm towards his thighs, as she rubbed her hand from his inner thighs and out. Dean budged, alarmed by the sudden actions she just took and with the hand that was on her thigh he adjusted his pants. "Are you shy now darling? Never had a grown woman touch you like that?" She teased, lowering her voice as her fingertips moved from his thighs to latch onto the belt loop of his pants.

"Please sunshine, you just got me by surprise that's all."

"I'll like to think…that you're thinking exactly of how my hand would feel on that bare flesh of yours?" Hell, the way she was acting herself made her thighs slightly rub against each other, as Dean slightly hit the brakes and scoped her from her legs up to her face, before he licked his lips and only chuckled.

"You're being bad Sol, real bad. Teasing me while driving, you must not value your life huh?" The husk, his voice alone made the sensation in between her thighs all the more vivid as she bit her bottom lip.

"Behave now darling. Or I'll be forced to drive back, bruise those lips of yours for teasing me, and hell, maybe do a little bit of teasing myself." Vivienne remained quiet, the thought itself set her body ablaze, as she just looked away from Dean, taking one last long drag of her cigarette before Dean began to drive out once more, of course not failing to chuckle. She rubbed the back of her neck, the thought of the endless possibilities as to how Dean would 'punish' her crossed her mind. For these past four months all they've done is sleep together, kiss. There was an obvious sexual tension between the two, and they tried to tame it at best through their kisses which were always intense.

She's thought it countless of times, of finally letting go with him, and she couldn't explain why, but she couldn't do it, not yet at the least. And it boggled her, for with Ziggler, it didn't take much. Hell, on the same night she approached him about the proposition when he came over to her apartment, they fucked then and there. But with Dean, it was something else. Fear? Maybe.

Dean found himself struggling trying to hold back a groan as he felt himself struggling all the more with the demons that lusted for Vivienne. His fingers tapped onto the steering wheel as he picked up speed in the car once more. Glancing towards Vivienne, she was busy on her phone playing some sort of game, while of course, infamously smoking her cigarette. He noticed the skies were darkening, by the time they were going to reach the lake; it was surely going to be night time.

By the time they have arrived, the sun was down and Vivienne wasted no time rushing out of the car. Dean, however slowly stepped out of the car as he watched Vivienne remove her chucks, hell, she even took off her denim shorts and white tank top. She turned around to face Dean, whom was in slight awe at staring her in a black criss-cross nylon bikini top, and ribbed nylon spandex high-waist briefs. But her figure, she was blessed, and he could tell she herself does maintain herself with exercises. Curvaceous figure, voluptuous would be the right word. She gave him a wink before she rushed into the waters that were illuminated by the beam of the moon.

Slowly he approached the lake, as he watched herself submerge into the water. He was surprised; he didn't think she'll even dive into the lake. His arms folded across his chest as he simply watched her swim around. There was no sound other than the crickets of the night, along with the splashes of water. This was needed, he needed to get away from the noise, and find some sense of tranquility right before he was to enter a ring once more. It feels like it has been forever, and still until this very day he's punished himself greatly for almost jeopardizing his career.

Vince even gave him a call yesterday, making sure he's ready, and of course he told him he was.

He couldn't believe that the summer flew by himself. Maybe because every single day of the summer him and Vivienne kept themselves occupied by always doing something. Without much of their own realization they did so much together for they knew once they are on the road, they wouldn't be able to do so. Vince even told Dean that he's barely going to get any breaks, that he's going to be needed at the least six days of the weeks, and of course, for Dean not to lose his job, his dream, he agreed to it. A little bit of sacrifice wouldn't kill.

"Jon!" He shook his head, snapping out of his thoughts as he heard his named being called out. Dean noticed Vivienne right in the middle of the lake, as slowly she swam back to shore, but still kept herself inside of the water. She seemed luminous almost; the water was dark, crystalline however due to the beam of the full moon. Dean rolled his eyes, for all she did was stick her tongue out at him.

"And you talk shit about my maturity Sol." However, he heard a splatter, as he then stared down at the ground by his feet was the nylon bikini top she was wearing. His eyes widened, as he then stared back at up at her. Vivienne then wink as she then plunged herself into the depths of the lake.

"Aren't you something else sunshine…" He muttered aloud, glancing once more at the top she removed. It was all to his imagination. He's never seen an inch of her naked though he's seen her in bras and panties all the time seeing as that's how she likes to fall asleep, but for his sanity she always wore one of his shirts which fit her big.

His hormones raged, as all he wanted was to pull her out of that lake, no, fuck that, go in that lake, and fuck her mindlessly. But he couldn't bring himself to do so, as much as his body ached for it, he couldn't and that only angered him. He wouldn't enact on this maddening lust he felt towards Vivienne, and he couldn't understand why – but maybe it wasn't the right time? He couldn't figure it out at all. Any other girl he would've fucked in an instant. But that was it, she wasn't any other girl, she was Vivienne.

The woman without much managed to rapture that filthy heart of his.

"She's here Dolph."

"With him?"

"Yup. I saw them walk in the arena together. Did you consider the offer I told you?" Dolph remained silent, not knowing what to tell the person before his eyes, who seemed more eager to hurt Vivienne for what she did to him more than himself. It was scary almost, but it was exactly what was needed, the person's madness comforted him. He wasn't the only one angry, that person was as well.

"Why do you want to do this? How is this going to benefit you? What the hell did she do to you?" The person remained silent. Dolph only sighed, he was confused, he didn't know what to say, whether a yes or a no, but before he knew it the words slipped out of his mouth before he could even take them back. He agreed to it, and he could see the eyes of the person lighten up as they squealed in pure delight. It was sick really, but what can he do? He wanted payback; he wanted to get back at Ambrose for what he did, for taking Vivienne away from him.

"What are we going to do, how is this going to work?"

"Don't worry, I have it all planned, all you need to do is do some distracting for me, and I promise you it's going to work out just fine. I think I have an idea of how Vivienne works."

Welcome back, aren't you two just a sight for sore eyes?

That was her welcoming back to being on the road, and here in the arena where the Sunday house show that Dean makes his return, the two found themselves walking around backstage, marveling the rush of being together once more. Vivienne couldn't believe the look on Dean's face, his eyes were lighten up as well the smug on his lips didn't disperse not even for a second. It was magical; the effect wrestling has on him.

Her however, she was both excited, and shook about the idea of even being here. She couldn't believe she agreed on coming back, she knew it wasn't going to bring any good. It was a headfirst dive into pain, and she knew because her gut kept churning while being here in the arena. However, all she can do was lie, force a smile on her lips whenever for she didn't want to burden Dean, especially tonight out of all nights. This was his night.

Finally, the two managed to find the locker room labeled THE SHIELD as they walked inside of it, as expected she was to find both Seth and Roman, whom halted their conversation and spotting whom came inside the room, together. Seth glared for a mild second; however his brows unfurrow as he stared at Vivienne, whom didn't take a single peep at him. She wasn't over the words he told her, those were the personal things he knew about, he promised her he would never judge her, and he shoved it into her face like a pile of shit. He cleared his throat as both Roman and Seth stood up from their chairs. "Welcome back man, you're looking great as ever," Roman stated as the two shook hands. Dean and Seth stared at each other for a second, as they only nodded their heads. That was their way of greeting.

"Alright, we have to put bullshit behind us when we are in the ring alright you two? So whatever the fuck happened in the summer, keep it there when in the ring. Pretend to function, and then here backstage you can go back to normal. Got it?" Roman stated, obviously caring about the performance of the three within the ring. Dean walked towards the corner of the room where he dropped his bags, and Vivienne only leaned against the wall, not even looking at the three instead she stared down at her little greeting message.

She knew the person was definitely here from the roster, and hell, the only person other than The Shield, which is a WWE Superstar that has her number, is Dolph. Assumptions grew, and she knew she had to see Dolph no matter what tonight; she needed to find out what was going on. Maybe she'll catch him after the match up he's in. Apparently tonight is going to be an eight man tag match with Ziggler and The Shield versus Team Hell No, Ryback, and Cena.

It made no sense, but obviously the person was from the WWE roster. They saw them walk into the arena, they must've seen backstage. She mentally prepared herself, for god knows what was to happen. Before she knew it, she was receiving a text message, the ID only read as Nick. She gulped, coincidental how he writes to her right when she was going to do so.

Vivienne. I need to see you; I know you're here alright? After my match up, let's see each other okay? By the cafeteria.

Vivienne glanced up towards Dean, whom took note of her looking at him and only gave her a wink. She forced a smile on her lips before staring down at her phone. "After the match lets head to the hotel alright? Grab a couple of beers, sit back and talk?" Seth surprisingly suggested at the two members of The Shield. Roman and Dean eyed each other, surprised by the proposition but only nodded their heads. That was her cue.

Alright Nick. We're going to make quick, no time to catch up, none of that bullshit.

Okay, until then.

Vivienne felt wrong for some reason, she was going to do this behind Dean's back, and she didn't feel the need to tell him she was going to meet up with him. And of course that would only lead to the question why, which she would need to tell him then about the unknown text messages she's been receiving for months now. She didn't want to complicate him, especially before his match since apparently they are going to be the 3rd match of the night. She sighed, the feeling in her gut worsening by passing seconds.

"Sol, I'm going to be teamed up against your boyfriend tonight, don't cry if I let him get his ass kicked." Dean joked, and Vivienne could only chuckle, shaking her head at his comment knowing he was joking, but it still bugged her. No, everything was bugging her, being in this arena was the main source of her disturbance. The night was long, and filled with turmoil.

Vivienne waited at the cafeteria. She's been there ever since the Dean, Seth and Roman walked out of the locker room and headed out to do their entrance. The match resulted in The Shield and Ziggler coming out victorious. So now all she had to do was wait, and before she knew it appeared Dolph whom was simply wearing one of his shirts, a towel wrapped around his neck.

"Shit, Vivienne, I barely could've recognized you. You look great." Vivienne looked up at Dolph whom plopped himself on the chair before her. She stared at Dolph with much apathy in her eyes.

"The only reason I agreed was because I need to talk to you about something." Dolph let out a nervous laugh, not knowing really what to expect. And hell, he felt himself boggle all the more at seeing Vivienne sitting here before him. She looked great, greater than when he last saw her. She was radiant – and all it did was anger him all the more. I hope I can do this.

"Fuck yeah man! Now that's the way to make a fucking comeback!" Dean beamed as the three members of The Shield rushed back into backstage. All three members greatly satisfied with their victory, especially Seth and Roman whom haven't won a match ever since Dean's suspension.

"Dean!" The three members of the stable turned around to see AJ whom skipped towards their direction. Seth and Roman stared back and forth between Dean and AJ as she stood right before him and looked right up into his eyes. Dean rolled his eyes, as Seth keenly eyed them both, mainly Dean. Roman only tapped Dean's shoulder, as then him and Seth continued walking.

"What can I help you with?"

"I just wanted to say Congratulations on our victory tonight. And it's good to see you around once again. Welcome back!"

"Is that it?" Dean crossed his arms over his chest, causing AJ to slightly fluster at his attitude. She only shook her head as she held up a water bottle towards him.

"Here, have it, you look like you need it." She hinted at his sweat. "What are you planning tonight?"

"April, really, I don't have time for your crap right now, alright?" Dean turned around as he was about to walk away, however AJ only moved quickly, standing in front of him once more. Dean sucked his teeth as she once more attempted to hand him the bottle. Out of irritation he snapped it right out of her hands and took a swig from it. Again, he attempted to walk away, but once more she did it again, she stood in his way.

"You didn't answer my question?"

"What the fuck makes you think I am going to?"

"Geez Dean, you're a really such a meanie. Come on, I'm just trying to strike conversation. Believe it or not, we have a lot in common don't we? Both of us sacrificed a lot to make it here today, and let's not forget, we aren't exactly sane, now are we?" Dean sucked his teeth as he ignored all she said, continued to take gulps from the bottle of water and walked away. Leaving behind AJ, who only swayed in her position.

"I'm just wondering did you give anyone out my number. For a while now I've been getting these text messages, before we even started messing around, and really they know my every move, they know what I'm doing, hell they seem to even know about Dean. That wouldn't happen to be you now would it?"

Dolph's eyes widened at the accusation as he only held his hands up in defense and shook his head. "No way Vivienne, think about it, why the hell would I be sending you messages around the times we were doing something, threatening messages at that? Does that make any sense? I don't have time like that to waste anyways." Vivienne eyed him, as she slid her phone to his direction, screen caps of the countless of messages she's received to the unknown at his display.

He felt himself shake; he had an idea of who was behind this. And he couldn't believe it, the person was taking action before he could even say yes, hell, even before they brought up the idea of doing something towards Vivienne. It was sickening, and now he felt his stomach drop, guilty consuming him all the more realizing this was a bad idea.

"No…Vivienne…Believe me…That's not me at all." She sighed, as she took back her phone and only shook her head. Her stomach once more began to agitate; it felt as though it was going to turn her inside out.

"Then I don't understand…"

"I'm sorry I can't be of much help. You know I would've tried my best to help you out." He lied, he knew who it was, and he couldn't even bring up the name to the table. "On another subject, how are you and…Dean?" Vivienne snapped out of her seat, ignoring the question that was asked to her as she began to walk away, leaving behind a rather guilt-ridden Dolph, whom at the same time felt confused. He was satisfied with things going according to plan, however he felt himself go at a new low. A low he never thought he was going to reach in his life.

Dean stumbled as he entered his hotel room. For some odd reason, he couldn't focus at all, not a single inch and it made no sense. Everything was almost a blur, and he was sleepy. A sleep that came from nowhere really, along with this random feverish feeling. He removed his clothes, and kept himself in nothing but jeans as he spotted his bed and plopped himself onto it. He felt himself slowly and slowly lose consciousness to comforts of his bed.

Finally in the Marriott with her bags in hand, she found out from Cena that Dean and the others already headed out to the hotel room. Apparently they were planning on drinking. At finding out the room Dean was staying in, she decided to surprise him, for he probably didn't think she was going to share a room with him, especially with Seth being around and all. She didn't even think about her own brother, seemingly enough, she couldn't bring herself to forgive him. Not right now at the least.

Arriving into Dean's room she looked around and she was slightly disgusted at the sight. Already his clothes were around and about, and much to her realization, some unfamiliar pieces, which obviously didn't correspond to a man. Fear was creeping into the heart of Vivienne as she looked around the disheveled room. She wondered how he dirtied a room in such short timing, really in a matter of minutes really. He truly found some comfort in the clutter, and she obviously didn't. After all his house in Cincinnati during the times she spent it in looked the cleanest it's probably looked in a long time.

She walked down the small hallway of the room and walked into the area that was a bed room. More clothes sprawled out all over. It almost looked like it was a girl frantically looking for an outfit regarding a special night. The thought made her chuckle, Dean, looking for clothes for a date. As if. The room was dark, however she glanced towards his bed where she managed to make the outline of his form lying down. He had no shirt on. Vivienne yawned, after a long day she would only expect him to be drained out, especially after making his return.

She slipped off her jacket from her form, and before she even made it to the bed, she halted. She realized then he wasn't alone.

"What the fuck...?" The small, petite brunette that was lying next to him picked up her head, and she realized then who it be. It was AJ. His frame was laying on hers, as she was in nothing but lingerie. Her legs wrapped around his waist as she held him close.

Vivienne shook her head in disbelief, as her hands clenched themselves into fist; her body grew feverish with anger as she then bit her bottom lip. Her nostrils flared with disgust at the sight before her eyes. Was this it, was this the feeling her stomach was pulling against her?

"Vivienne..." AJ called out her name, but she only shook her head. She knew she can cause a scene right there and right now however she only turned around and ran out of the room. Tears filled up her eyes, and she felt as though once more she was going to have an attack. She felt so small, she felt as though the walls of the world were crashing down. Nothing made sense, not a single inch of it. AJ and Dean? It boggled her, it was random. Like, why?

Before she could run out her feet got caught on a wire that managed to unplug the lamp from the wall and knock it down, causing a crashing sound. That caused Dean to snap out of his trance, this unknown sleep that took over him as he then noticed he was lying on someone. Through the little lighting of the room he managed to make out that it was AJ.

"What the fuck?!" He pushed himself off her, as he stared down at his half naked frame, and back at her, whom was only in her lingerie. He grabbed his shirt, not caring if he was only in socks as he rushed out of the room, his head still feeling slightly dizzy, without much explanation. AJ began to laugh as she was lying on his bed, from underneath the pillow she pulled out her phone as she texted Dolph only a few words.

The deed is done :D

Vivienne heard her name being called out, but she refused to stop, she refused to stop and listen to what the hell Dean had to say. The image still overwhelming her will to process everything that happened and as she reached outside of the hotel, Dean managed to finally catch up to her as he took hold of her wrist. Vivienne only snapped out of his reach and without a second thought smacked her hand right across his face. The tears flared right out of her eyes, and his bottom lip shook. The slap was loud, and along with the dominant sound, the force was also to be reckoned with.

He couldn't believe what was happening, and couldn't even make out the idea of AJ being in his hotel room, in his bed, in nothing but bras and panties, and him absorbed up into her arms. He tried processing anything that happened tonight, anything that could explain as to why he can't remember shit from the time he began to drink...

His heart was pounding, along with his cheek from the sting. Vivienne only glared at him, if her eyes could go from green it would be red, for she bore a hole into his eyes with her glare. Her breathing was erratic. It was insane, everything was completely opposite from his dream. Hell, he had a dream that the two were driving in that red pickup truck of hers that she got in Cincinnati, they went to the lake they visited, and this time he joined her in the lake as they submerged themselves in their feverish passion towards one another.

"Don't fucking touch me you fucking prick." Her words gritted through her teeth. He reached for her however, he couldn't help it, and he had to try his hardest to make him understand, that nothing happened, nothing at the least to his recollection. All he could remember was then falling asleep on the bed.

"Sol, stop it, please listen to me."

She shook her head, sneered in disgust at him. He's never seen that look on her face, not even the time by the beach she looked at him like that.

"Are you a fucking idiot?! Don't touch me! Alright?!" She screeched pushing him away with more force now, causing him to actual stumble back. She wasn't weak at all, not an inch. Though she wasn't capable to take on a force like Dean Ambrose, she was capable of many things.

Before he could reach out to her once more, she pushed him back again, this time against a wall as she raised her hands to him, but only shook as she began to sob. Her hand slowly falling, nothing made sense to her. AJ? Dean? It wasn't clicking.

"Sol look, you've got to listen to me. I fuckin' swear to you I didn't do shit alright?"

"Really Dean? Really? Do you take me for some kind of fucking idiot? Huh?! Do you? I can't fucking believe you, I can't after all this, after four months of fucking around with you, this is what you resort to? If you were tired of me, why the fuck-" She halted her words, as the tears could only cascade down her cheeks without much of her control.

Dean shook his head, not being able to grasp anything that was going on, he was still dizzy. She kept on flaring, spitting all sorts of insults that him on a regular day he would've managed to grasp onto and take offense, however with much force he only took hold of her wrist as he roughly pulled her towards him, even if her hands started to go berserk as she attempted to strike him once more. Her hands clutched onto his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin as she tried prying him away. But this time, he wasn't going to allow this to happen. Little by little his mind clicked, and it started making sense.

"Vivienne, stop it! And fuckin' shit woman listen to me!" He raised his voice this time, loud and clear that it even echoed in the wind of the night. Vivienne stopped, she no longer moved, but only continued to dig her nails into his shoulder. She could see that she was withdrawing blood for his white shirt was stained at that certain spot.

"What? What the fuck do you have to say?" Jealousy that was it, that was the definite answer towards her feeling of rage. Jealousy and disbelief from the conniving act. The game after all was a game to fuck with her heart.

"I can swear to you on everything, everything. That I didn't fuckin' do a damn thing. I would never in my god damn life, even if her pussy was for free, would I do a fuckin' thing with AJ-" He was interrupted as he tried to budge from the grip he had on her shoulders.

This was killing him, seeing her like this, her eyes only crying out 'I hate you'.

"Please…" She began to beg, he shook his head. He didn't want to hear the constant pleas. "Stop this shit Vivienne, and listen to me please." She was going to quit, he knew it, he knew she was going to quit and he could feel it. She was going to run off in the middle of the game, of their thing, and leave him alone once more. Ever since Vivienne came around, the thought of being alone didn't please him, no, it pained him for a second just to think about it.

"I didn't do a damn thing with her. You've got to fuckin' believe me." Her vision was blurred due to her tears, but even through the glare, and the moist content, she locked her eyes with his. He didn't budge an inch. But everything was crashing down, and he knew it. "I care too much about you to go and do this to you. You think I'm going to be alright seeing that fuckin' look on your face right now? Huh? Do you really think I am that kind of fuckin' guy to you?!"

She only nodded her head, and Dean couldn't believe it, his hands slowly fell from her shoulders, no longer did he have a grip on her. "I was warned about you, the whole world told me to stay away from Dean Ambrose, from Jonathan Good and I refused to listen, because god knows what fucking reason I refused to believe you were such a fucking monster they made you out to be. But I was wrong you see, you, you are a monster Dean. The worst of them all. Because, because here I thought, here I thought, fucking crap, I actually like this guy. Like, I actually finally have feelings for someone, and today, I wanted to tell you today all of this, on the day you made your comeback, so yeah I'm feeling pretty fucking done with that idea."

He slumped all the more. She liked him; she had feelings for him, actual feelings. She just confessed it to him, and it was like this, it was like this he ended up finding out something so vital, so important. Fuck and there it was when he realized that was it. It was the same for him as well, he has these feelings for her, and he likes her, and it's no wonder, no wonder why he couldn't treat her like the others. Why she wasn't like the rest, because the rest couldn't rapture his heart, like she did with his.

He was crestfallen, as she only shook her head once more.

"Vivienne, Sol, you've got to listen to me, and listen to yourself alright. You know, you damn well I wouldn't do th-"

She cut him off. "I don't know that. Not at all." Tears continued to flood, but no longer had she yelled, she spoke low, as though her soul was seeped right out of her body. Every single reach he took, she rejected.

"Listen…" She started.

"Vivienne, come on…" His bottom lip tremble, he had no control over the situation, he had no reach to her, and they were in completely different worlds even if they stood right in front of one another. He knew he was losing her, she was going to press the start button, and hit quit.

"Shut the fuck up." She spat and Dean only sighed, combing his fingers through his messy hair.

"You're talking crazy Vivienne, just stop playing games!" His word choice was poor.

"Games? That's exactly what I wanted to talk about, this little fucking game of ours."

His mind was screeching, doubling in seconds, louder and louder, her lips moved but he couldn't hear a thing she was saying. He watched to clutch his head and cry out the sound to drain it from his head. He wanted to get the fuck inside. But he stumbled to the ground instead, his pride becoming nothing at this very moment.

He couldn't hear a thing she said, but he saw her, she disappeared with the night. He was unsure if it was raining that night. Looking up at the skies, it wasn't, at all, but his face was moist. And he realized then what was happening.

From the water bottle until the bed. It all tied back into one person, AJ.

Dean stood up from the floor, he knew he was going to make a mistake tonight, a legitimate mistake he's going to make, as he walked back into the hotel, the tears that were on his face he didn't dare dry, punched the elevator button.

AJ.

She was the one.

She did this, and he knows it for a fact. He wasn't no idiot, he could connect the dots.

For his memory runs dry, right at the peak of when he saw her, when he finished that damn water bottle of hers. He wasn't going to allow the same thing like the beach to happen, no. He can handle this, he knew he could, and no way he was going to let the only woman whom seems to bring something to him out of his grasp. He wasn't going to let her quit.