Author's Note: Like I promised, I'm trying my best to at least update the story once a week. And I understand I updated the story a couple of days ago. But after seeing Dean on Raw, and even the likes of AJ – I'm really motivated to write up my story. I got messages regarding Seth and Roman, and yes, you will be seeing more of them, and more interactions for that matter. I don't want to pave an easy path for Vivienne and Dean – it's not possible for dysfunctional forces to just easily romance and make it rainbows and fairies. Either way. Enough rambling.

Thank you oz-angel1, xSamiliciousx, Livin on the EDGE, lovencrazy86, guest, guest, ILoveAnime89, and the Forever Infinity for the lovely reviews. You guys seriously warm my soul. Now here's another chapter for your enjoyment. More Vivienne/Dean, adding now McMahons, Big E Langston and Brad Maddox. More Ziggler, AJ madness. So please review your thoughts you guys, I always love reading what you guys have to say.

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Chapter 17: Stages of Hell.

"I've never been happier to see you right now,"

Vivienne beamed as she gave a light embrace to Dolph Ziggler whom presents himself with a cast on his arm due to the injury he suffered Tuesday on the taping of Smackdown by the hands of Daniel Bryan. Apparently when Bryan did his infamous kick against the turnbuckle – it popped Ziggler's forearm right out of place. Now being Thursday, she found herself surprised, and all the more happy at the unannounced visit from her friend. Something about Dolph brought for a sense of peace, normalcy, as boring as it was – it set things at ease from her. And she knew the one thing she truly needed was a sense of peace – after all that's been transpiring within the week.

It wasn't right; she knew it wasn't close to being right doing this without much knowledge to Dean. But then again, she won't be able to even keep her friendship if it was up to Dean. He never really told her as to why he was so bitter towards Dolph – he kind of always just shrugged it off by saying It's not important, I just don't trust that guy is all. Vivienne welcomed inside her home her injured friend who softly smiled to himself at being here. He didn't think he'll be seeing Vivienne soon, let alone, would she even greet him the way she did, and allow him inside her home. Dolph absorbed the premises – it looked warmer than the last time he was here. He could remember their moments here in the apartment, but tried his best not thinking so much about it.

He didn't want to think about when it was them. When it was Vivienne and Nick. He didn't want to think about it at all, because it's not what he's here for. He wanted to comfort a friend he knew was in distress, as much as she feigned herself and the smile plastered on her lips. He couldn't buy it. He knew that this thing with Dean and AJ has truly hit her hard. But all she could ever reply is by saying It doesn't matter, that's what comes first.

Vivienne took a seat on her sofa and by side her was Dolph. Vivienne glanced at the coffee table before her and took hold of a sharpie marker that rested on it before she then leaned over towards Dolph, softly taking a hold of his arm. Dolph, slightly taken back by her sudden actions would only eye her, curious as to what she was planning on doing. Vivienne only looked up at him, those pine-coloured oculars of hers boring themselves into those dashing blues of Dolph, and he found himself sinking into a pool of indescribable emotions. He hated himself. He knew he shouldn't be feeling like this – this isn't his woman.

Vivienne only began to doodle on his cast. It was white, pure; it was calling to her to somehow someway stain it. The only sound that could be heard is not only that of the city outside, in the inside of her apartment is that of her television. "So really Vivienne, tell me exactly how you're feeling? Enough of the okays." Dolph's tone was stern, and glancing up at him, away from her masterpiece on his arm she noted he was serious; all she could do is sigh and try to keep a steady hand as she continues to draw on his arm. "I honestly can be better. I thought this bullshit with Lee and Dean was going to be easy to handle…But it's the complete opposite of that. It's kind of a fucking drag seeing the person you're with kissing someone else on the screen. Especially that someone else being the girl who actually tried to jeopardize whatever we have going on."

Dolph remained silent, point taken, but he was glad with her honesty. With one free hand he slicked back those blond locks of his – then slightly shifted in his seat. "Have you talked to Dean?" Vivienne only shook her head. She didn't know why she wasn't talking to him. A part of her didn't want to, out of uncertainty as to how she's going to react. But she knew it was foolish that she hadn't talk to him. She's had her cell phone off the entire time. The only reason she even managed to see Dolph was because he showed up unannounced to her home.

She hasn't spoken to anyone but Dr. Frost ever since Monday night – and the only reason she spoke to Frost was simply because she was forced to due to working with him.

"That's sure as hell not making things better Viv. That explains why he's been-" He paused, unsure if he wanted to continue talking or not. But her putting the cap back onto the marker and placing it down to look up at him, eyes curious as to what he wanted to finish saying. "What?"

Dolph only shook her head, causing Vivienne to suck her teeth as she sat back and rested herself into the sofa. "What is it Nick?" Dolph didn't want to reply, but he knew he had to. She wouldn't leave him alone in the regards. "He's been a little bit on the edge. I don't know if you heard about the Smackdown taping or not but he almost botched. Not exactly like Good ya know? He's almost a perfectionist when it comes to hitting his finisher. I'm not much in a position to tell you what to do, but maybe you should talk to him Vivienne. Or maybe even try speaking to Triple H in regards of trying to tour for a little bit with us again…"

She rolled her eyes, not exactly wanting to hear these kinds of things – especially from Dolph. The idea of trying to ask for one more shot to tour with them did cross her mind countless of times – simply because like that she can be with Dean. Dean himself even suggested it. Saying fuck the fact she can't be backstage, at least she could be with him, but she didn't want to stick around and do nothing. She didn't want to depend on the funds her brother was making, or even the money Dean himself was making. She wasn't ever like that – and doesn't want to start being that way.

Dolph himself didn't exactly want to advice as to how she could fix her relationship with Dean because he wants her clearly for himself. But he hated finding her like this – pretending like nothing is going on when clearly her eyes read otherwise. Dolph glanced down at his cast and began to chuckle at the doodles on his cast. It was like the whole cast of the Looney Tunes up to no good, and at the bottom of it all was an animated version of what he presumes it's him in wrestling gear. He loved it, and he found himself struggling all the more.

You're letting the one girl you give a rat's ass about be with someone else who can't even take care of her like you probably can! That voice, the little devil over his shoulder, AJ Lee came into mind. It was indeed becoming harder and harder for him after all – to suppress feelings he undoubtedly holds for her. But, glancing her direction, and seeing her space out while he sits right beside her, watching her stare at her fingertips tap one another, he knew he had to figure out somehow someway she could function things with Dean, for the sake of seeing her happy – he'll do anything, regardless of his own desires, his own happiness.

Dolph with his free and functioning hand pulled out his cell phone from his back pocket and began to send a message before he placed his cell phone down by side him and proceeded to at least try to catch up with Vivienne. "Let's go grab a bite? Okay?" Vivienne, whom was in her own zone glanced up from her hands up to Dolph whom softly smiled her way. She shrugged her shoulders, unsure if it was a good idea or not to even go out alongside Dolph, but food sounded good, getting out of the warmth of her home was a good idea. She can see Dean in every inch of her home and that's what made it all the more unbearable.

"Have you tried getting in contact with her? Huh?" Dean flared at Roman whom held his hands up in defense. Though no longer The Shield was intact, the three members of the fallen stable remain close as always ever since FCW and NXT. They still tour together and currently in the hotel room Thursday afternoon, Seth and Roman came to see their friend whom they figured was in some sort of distress, and all assumptions proved to be right. His fuse was shorter than normal. However what is making matters worse all the more that in his room happened to be AJ Lee – she was just in his bathroom cleaning herself up. That fact alone slowly ticked Seth – not understanding as to why Lee should be in a bathroom that isn't of her own. Or yet again, why she's even in his room to begin with.

"Jon we haven't been able to contact Vivienne since Monday night. It goes straight to fucking voicemail. So instead of trying to pry our fucking attention of what is actually going on – I have a question for you. Why the hell is April in your bathroom?"

Dean groaned, combing fingers through his auburn hair as he plopped back onto his bed and stared up at the ceiling. Seth didn't dare bite his tongue and Roman didn't feel like even holding his friend back. Even he had to admit to himself that knowing AJ was there boggled him. What was all the more astounding was how casual Dean even mentioned her being here.

"She does whatever the hell she wants. What the fuck do you expect me to do? Kick her out like nothing? In case you've forgotten I'm involved in some kayfabe bullshit relationship with the chick now and not only Creative is on my ass about this, but also the big bosses." Dean snapped up from the bed, and stared at his two comrades that now pulled seats towards him.

Seth sucked his teeth, and Roman could only scratch the back of his head seeing as indeed this was a weird situation. The two couldn't really do much. "And you can keep thinking whatever the fuck you're thinking Colby because no matter what you're always going to think the fuckin' worst of me. I don't blame you, I ain't shit. But I give a fuck about Vivienne, that right there is facts."

Seth snapped out of his chair to stare down at Dean whom quickly followed suit, Roman only got in between the two and before Seth could even open his mouth to state something – the sound of a door opening interrupted what was most likely going to be a brawl once again between Seth and Dean. The three glanced to the direction of the sound – the glare in the eyes of Dean deepened as he couldn't stand an inch of the look on AJ's face. She fed off this; she loved every second of the madness that was going on in his life and that itself was making him tick like a time bomb. The screeches made often visits every day throughout his life, and during the Tuesday tapings for Smackdown, happened right in the middle of a match.

Since the establishment of the two during Monday, and officially on Tuesday – AJ has been all the more…persistent. She clung to him through it all for of course they are supposed to appear like an actual couple on-screen and off-screen. The instances that he had to even kiss her made it all the more revolting for him. It pained him, and the fact that ever since Monday night he hasn't gotten a grasp on Vivienne drove him mad. In the sense he felt almost crazed, and even angry. He didn't understand Vivienne and why she was being so damn stubborn to reach out to him.

And even through the various stages of frustrations, he worried. He wondered what she was doing always because of the simple fact she was erratic, just like him. The fact that she was polar opposite of him, but yet just like him made it all the more unpredictable. Roman stepped back, and so did Seth whom only shook his head.

"This is complete bullshit. This girl has Creative wrapped around her finger and they are a bunch of fucking kiss-asses to just go ahead with this pathetic idea." Angrily Seth spat as he without much of a word glanced between AJ and Dean before he stormed out of Dean's room. Roman did the same. Noting the expression on AJ's face. Pure amusement as he only looked straight into the eyes of Dean. Trying to assure himself nothing is going on. But even Dean appeared to be in another zone. The whole situation was truly crazy – and he found himself following after Seth.

As soon as the door closed behind Roman, AJ stepped away from the entrance of the bathroom door and stood right before Dean whom simply rolled his eyes as he fell back onto his bed. Trying to pry his visage from AJ proved to be futile for she plopped herself right by side him, but instead of lying down like he did, she sat by side him. Her hands attempted to reach out and touch his face but he simply shrugged off all her attempts.

"Can't you just learn the proper definition of 'fuck off' and abide by it April?" Dean was tired, he hasn't slept since Tuesday night, and had little to none energy to even deal with AJ's antics, and slowly, little by little found himself succumbing to the fatigue.

AJ took note of the apathy and weariness in the tone of Dean's voice, and before she could even push on with her antics, she began to hear the sound of almost muted snores. He was out cold. AJ tilted her head to the side, the grin on her lips slowly developing as her fingertips began to trail against his jawline. She felt his stubs and how they trickled her flesh, causing her to inwardly feel a tingle. It tickled her. Dean slightly budged, shifting his position and mumbled while he slept.

Her fingers wandered from his jawline, to the bridge of his nose, cheekbones, the curve of his lips, where she slowly closed her face to his. Her lips hovering directly above his – it was exciting, she felt excited, having him so vulnerable. Never did he look so at peace, available, open to her hunger. She licked her lips, as lightly she pressed her own on his. Her eyes closed for a mild second, enjoying the feeling of his velvet curves against her. If only he would respond. She pulled away, and noted the smile that slowly developed against his lips.

"Sol…" He muttered in his sleep, and AJ's face became crest fallen. She found herself shaking, as she stood up from the bed and began to stomp around through the room. Hands full of hair as she clutched her head, trying her hardest to not make a sound to not wake him. "How can you-" She couldn't even muster words, she couldn't exactly figure out how to feel, or even calculate a way to articulate words. But she saw nothing but red and she couldn't take it.

She couldn't understand why is it that all the things she wanted ended up in the direction of Vivienne. And that's why she resented her so much, she hated her to the point she's willing to just sabotage all relations she involves herself in. All she ever wanted was just Dolph, and the moment that Dolph and Vivienne happened – the moment Vivienne took away all the attention Dolph placed on AJ for her own sake was the day she realized she's going to take whatever Vivienne wants or takes hold of away from her. And the one thing she knew she cared so much that wasn't in relation with family was Dean Ambrose.

Family…? AJ's eyes lightened up, as she glanced back at Dean whom was obviously fast asleep before she stepped out of the room. The menacing look in her eyes never parting as she combed down her wild locks while walking down the passage of the hotel building. Feeling a vibration in the back of her pocket, she pulled out her cell phone and glanced down at the content that was sent her way. Her eyes widen in surprise, but only began to laugh. Things only little by little seemed to click in her favours.

"Okay so for tonight I've scheduled you a flight to come down to Florida. Don't ask many questions. I just want you to get your ass on board and head over here."

"Nick what exactly are you up to?"

Vivienne asked as she supported her phone with her shoulder. She found herself filing in reservation reports for patients Dr. Frost is going to tend to next week. Finally she built the courage to turn on her phone and although the bubble of 70 missed calls and 10 voicemails remained untouched. She knew they were all from Dean, and that's the part that scared her the most. Dinner last night with Dolph was a peaceful experience, and although it at some points became hectic because the two were recognized in the restaurant – what made matters worse were the fans that loved Dolph, but deeply hated her.

"Didn't I just tell you not ask many questions? Come on Viv, where's your trust in me eh?" Vivienne only chuckled as she stopped typing. "Don't tell me you're letting what happen last night get to you?" He egged on.

"No way, I have no time to fret over crazed fan girls. You know, that's the second time you happen to be there when I'm at the point of punching the sick smug off those little bitches faces." Right there, Dr. Frost passed by, whom simply glanced down at Vivienne with much shame. He sighed, shaking his head causing Vivienne to let out a nervous laugh.

"I told you, call and beep me and I'm here to help you out to the best of my abilities. It's what I'm here for. But look, I'm going to let you go. Be sure to send me a message before you head out so I can calculate and pick you up alright?"

"Nick-" She tried speaking up but before she could even protest the line went dead. She stared down at her phone, knowing damn well if she was to call back he would easily ignore her call. When he was set on keeping a 'surprise' of the sorts, he was set on it. At least that's something she noted during the three months she spent with him. Vivienne glanced back up at Frost who leaned against the corner of her desk. Those cold eyes of his managed to send chills down her spine.

"Can I help you doc?"

"I hope you know what you're doing Vivienne." That caused her to roll her eyes. "You're talking to Nick, but not Jon? Now tell me, does that make any sense to you? Why exactly aren't you talking to Jon-" Vivienne shook her head as she snapped out of her seat, slamming her hands down on her desk as she glared at the Doctor whom remained unfazed by her sudden actions.

"Just because you were my shrink for a couple of months don't give you the fucking right to get involved in my business. So why don't you just put a damn sock in it before you continue spewing shit you have no god damn clue about." Frost remained stoic as he only shrugged his shoulders before walking away. Vivienne, at realizing her reaction would only bite her tongue – the man she happened to bark at happens to be her boss. She dropped back onto her chair before resting her head on the table, groaning out of pure frustration.

"Fuck, he's right…" She muttered to herself, as then right there a message appeared on her cell phone.

Sol, look, I know this shit ain't easy. But, we've been through some shit already in a matter of a year. Stop being a baby and reply to me will ya?

Before she could even begin to reply to the message, her phone rang, and cleared the caller identification picture was the silly face of Dean Ambrose, infamously licking those lips of his. Vivienne groaned, feeling her insides prickle all the more, uncertainty washing over her as she didn't know whether or not to pick up – even if she knew answering is the right decision. She didn't feel prepared to answer his phone call. Vivienne sighed, finding herself feeling little by little lower than she has in a long time before she silenced her phone, and continued to work.

Dean on the other hand continued to hear the other line ring, his feet tapping as he didn't know what to do. "She's not going to answer…" He muttered to himself as then Roman only sighed, rubbing the shoulders of his friend as they stood in the middle of the airport – ready to head out to the next arena which is Florida. And much to his assumptions, he was correct as then the line went to voicemail. He sucked his teeth as he quickly shoved his phone into his pocket.

"Maybe she's busy at work?"

"She doesn't care if she's working Joe, she normally even does that stupid webcam thing with me while she's there dying in the office. Something isn't right, and this shit is seriously fuckin' pissing me off." Dean combed through his locks and then before he could even continue saying something else, before him stood the force he undoubtedly didn't want to deal with, but inevitable had to. AJ Lee. Roman only glanced down towards AJ, before he began to shake his head and only tapped Dean's shoulder, signalizing how they are parting ways. At Roman walking away, AJ quickly hooked her arm to that of Dean's.

Dean groaned, the temptations of shoving her off were imminent but he couldn't do much. He couldn't risk to fuck up his career over the fact that he couldn't put up with something as maddening and as petty as AJ. "Jon Jon! Come on, let's go catch our flight! How about before our matches let's hit the beach okay? It'll be fun!" He knew she was enjoying every mild second of this, but he couldn't protest. Instead he wrapped his arms around her shoulder, pulling her close to his frame, but with his free hand placed sunglasses to cover the disgust that is obvious.

Glancing down at AJ whom then laced her fingers with his own, he remember looking down at Vivienne. And how her fingers felt when they slipped into his hand. Her hand was so small, so smooth compared to his. She was small, and her head always fit right by his breast. How she would never fail to poke his sides, wrap her arm around his waist and maybe even slip it underneath his shirt. Those curvaceous red lips spitting insults his way. He hated this so much. And he missed her so much.

On the plane he comforted himself, trying to not notice the fact that on his shoulder rested AJ Lee. That was the reality and in his mind he found himself in a fantasy where Vivienne was the one on his shoulder. Or in his thoughts he finds himself thinking about the time they had to part ways, on his birthday where they didn't dare fall asleep on the flight back to New York City only for the sake to lavish every second together. Before he could even close his eyes, to pry out the screech slowly crawling back into his mind – he felt a small tug on his arm.

Dean glanced towards AJ Lee, whom quickly placed the screen of her phone directly in front of his face. He couldn't make out what she was trying to show him at first, but slowly his vision adapted, and he found himself slowly getting hot. Or freezing over? He couldn't make sure. But the noise that was creeping its way was in full effect as he turned his head away from the image before him. He felt like thrashing about, but knew he had to keep it all in, at least in moderate control as he looked out towards the window, towards the afternoon clouds and skies.

"I thought I told you that your little birdy, will always be just a bird."

The image of Dolph's arms wrapped around her waist, her laughing as they walked down the streets of Downtown Manhattan. He closed his eyes and that's what he saw. He no longer saw them intimately consuming one another, he no longer saw her smile through the red, and he no longer could hear the sound of her moans, her laughter or the way she would yell out his name out of pure frustrations.

No. It was gone.

"Nick…I don't know what the hell are you doing having me here…"

Vivienne thankfully was dressed the part for the weather in Florida. Though it wasn't exactly hot, it wasn't bitterly cold like New York City. She stared around backstage, confused, and even a bit nervous as she wasn't sure what she could even find while being back here. Hell even the staff that was here would stare, bewildered for they were of course witnesses to the altercation between Vivienne and AJ. And even the dismissal of Vivienne from being backstage.

It was eerie – being backstage but at the same time she found some odd bliss in it. She missed it. "Don't worry about it," He finally spoke up, snapping her out of her phase from pure fascination and shock from being here as he stopped walking and stood before a door she didn't exactly have the ability of identifying simply because it had no sign on it. Vivienne stared at the door that Dolph simply pointed at her direction. "You're going in there. And I'll wait out here. Okay?"

Vivienne didn't get the chance to reply as Dolph opened the door and with the strength of his functioning arm he shoved her into the room, closing the door behind her. Vivienne gulped, as she didn't want to turn around, and face what was possibly behind her. Whatever it was, she wasn't going to be ready for it.

"Uh…"

"Ms. Lopez, isn't it a pleasure seeing you again!" Her eyes widened, as she turned her head at the familiarity of the voice. She straightened her posture as she shook the hand that was extended her way. The owner, and chairman of the WWE stood right before her and she couldn't even understand the enthusiastic tone of voice he had. Let alone his expression clearly read punctual care for her being here.

"Mr. McMahon. It's a pleasure." He signaled for her to take a seat as he sat down on the edge of the table. Hands folded neatly before him, and obviously he was preparing himself for an announcement. Vivienne only felt scrutinized underneath his gaze. Clearly he was taking in every single detail of her. She could feel his eyes crawling over her flesh like small ants, or goose bumps for that matter. She fumbled her thumbs, her teeth slightly nipping at the tip of her tongue.

"I'm glad Nick brought you here to safety. Now, I'm just going to cut straight to the chase and not waste my time." Vivienne gulped, the chairman's presence clearly enough managed to rile up every tamed nerve within her system. This time, at hearing this statement she looked up to meet the gaze of Vince whom only began to chuckle. He clearly read the confusion on her face. "Nick vouched for you, for your capabilities as a doctor, for after all from what I read in your professional line – you studied medicine and got your degree, your PH.D in a pretty short amount of time. Impressive stuff – you were considered a prodigy if anything. And of course, all of that got shaded with a dark history – which I have no interest in."

Vince paused, as he then pushed himself away from the table and now stood before her. Staring directly down at Vivienne – whose gaze didn't waver, nor did it shake – only the knot in her throat grew by passing seconds. "The incident with you and April brought a big buzz. A good buzz nonetheless. And with that being said. I want you to work for me, for the WWE Universe. As a physician. And maybe, that personality of yours could benefit in a spot for television. I'm sure that would rile up fans all the more wouldn't it?"

Vivienne almost choked, unsure as to how to react as she snapped up from her seat and stared at the chairman with complete disbelief. "This has to be some sort of sick joke isn't it…?" She muttered aloud, hoping it was to herself but Vince only caught on to it – he laughed, that boasting laugh of his as he only shook his head. "You'll bring this company to light Ms. Lopez. You're a both loved, and hated cult figure for us. You'll probably never have to touch a ring. But it'll be great to use you for the sake of promotion. So! How about it?" She tried processing everything that was being told to her.

She knew she was being offered this position for television for the sake of promotion – for the sake of making money for people like AJ, Dolph Ziggler, and even Dean Ambrose, her brother Seth Rollins and Roman Reigns are deemed future key figures for the movement of sports entertainment. And it just so happens, she's somehow someway been involved with them – after all she tends to be a popular figure within the dirt sheets.

Vivienne snapped out of it, knowing it wasn't wise to let this offer slip from her hands, also knowing that she could easily miss this opportunity for fucking around with the big man. Vivienne cleared her throat as she took hold of the extended hand before her as she gave it a firm shake. Vince began to laugh as lightly patted her shoulder. "I mean, wow, I have no words! Thank you so much for this offer, I… I can't believe this!"

"Thank your friend Nick out there for he came in and talked it with me, my daughter and son-in-law. Even gave some pointers for creative. The kid must really care about you. Now, I'll be sure to contact you soon enough for the regards of your contract. Your physician contract and your spot on talent as well."

With one last shake, Vivienne stepped out of the office and came to meet the face of a Dolph whom shrugged his shoulders. Vivienne only stared at him with pure nihilism, unsure if she should believe what happened or not was true but she could only squeal in delight as she rushed into the arms of her friend that because of him, she even got this opportunity. Dolph stumbled back, with one arm would only respond back to the embrace as he began to laugh at seeing her reaction. He doesn't recall her ever being like this, acting like this – nor did he ever think he would be the source of that smile of hers. She jumped in his arms, she couldn't remain still and he didn't care. He was just happy, that she was happy with it all.

"Thank you thank you thank you thank you!"

It's all she continued to mutter, she felt the tears slip out of her eyes. Not only was this a chance for her to work in her field of medicine, but this was also a chance for her to be closer, to be with Dean. To finally close in this distance between the two that they both dreaded so much. She didn't know exactly how to pin-point her sentiments. She was nervous, yes. She was excited, no denying it. But fear, the thought of all of it going wrong and into smithereens.

Into hell.

Vivienne pulled away, her hands still clutched onto the shoulders of Dolph whom simply looked down at her and cracked her a soft smile. She couldn't help but sob all the more. Her tears and mascara staining the white cast that was already colored with her infamous doodles. The pad of his thumb slowly began to wipe her tears and he could only then raise his hand to pat her head.

"Come on, I didn't do this to get you all teary eyed Vivienne. I'm just glad I can be of help. In anything, you know I'm here…" The familiarity in his words only took her back, remembering Dean when he told her almost the exact thing. She couldn't help but now wonder where he was, he had to be here, somewhere back here. And she turned her head, only to find herself startled.

"Shit…" She heard Dolph muttered, as before her eyes was the presence of Dean and AJ, together. Dolph placed his hands over her eyes, making sure to pry the vision away from Vivienne. Seeing it in person was harder than it was in television. Little by little he took steps to further them away from the chances of being spotted by Dean and AJ as then Vivienne felt it happening again.

Her notorious attacks. She couldn't breathe, she gasped for air and felt her mind spiraling in a trip she couldn't quiet comprehend. Of course, that was always the case. Her back pressed against Dolph's chest, she found herself slipping into the embrace of the dark, down against the chest of Dolph and onto the ground.

All she could remember is Dolph calling out for help.

And someone calling out her middle name.