just in case you guys have started reading this part of Bobbi and Dean's story first, you should check the first part out called Three's a Crowd, Four's a Party- but it's not, like, super important. if you stick around, you'll get the swing of things.

RAW Live,

June 23rd, 2014

Washington, D.C

With Money In The Bank looming just six days away, RAW was focused around the two ladder matches that were scheduled for the pay per view. Roman had cemented his place into the ladder match for the WWE World Heavyweight Championship, Dean and Bobbi were out for revenge, but at the same time, that left them without a proper feud.

And Dean's shoulder would not stop bothering him.

"Should go get that checked, dude," Roman said through a mouthful of egg.

He was rubbing at it incessantly and Bobbi knew how much it had been bothering him, especially when his tossing and turning kept her awake, and on top of that, he didn't even want to drive. But she knew better than to pester him about it — he'd let her deal with her ribs, she'd let him sort his shoulder at. And as much as she hated thinking it, Dean couldn't afford to leave the TV. It was too soon after the split and the void he would leave would be close to impossible to fill. So if Stephanie or Hunter asked… he was just fine.

"Nah," Dean replied. "It'll be good, just gotta give it some time."

"You're gonna be in that ladder match."

"I know."

Roman sighed, fixed his eyes back on the monitor. "Whatever you say, man, s'your body, not mine."

"Damn right."

With narrowed eyes, Bobbi watched Seth as he walked into the room, Filipa right next to him.

God, how awkward was it going to be when she and Filipa finally had to talk?!

It was bad enough trying to figure out what to do ring-wise with Seth when she could barely look at him, but on top of that— the only thing worse than that was having to sit at a table with both of them.

But like the powers above just wanted to fuck with her, the couple-that-wasn't-a-couple stacked their plates with some light food and walked over to where she and the boys were sitting cautiously. Filipa's eyes were on the floor and Seth was peering between the three of them hopefully.

She could feel Dean looking at her and then his head was turned to where their old friend stood at the table. "You mind if we sit?" Seth asked slowly.

When no one replied, Seth and Filipa slid onto the stools across from her.

"Look, guys—"

Bobbi didn't bother listening. She gave Dean a small nod and climbed to her feet, left the catering room behind her as she walked towards the diva's locker-room, smiled at the women already in there as she quickly shut the door. There were a few odd glances in her direction as she pulled her wrestling gear on, but the room was quick to descend back into a soft chatter.

"Hey, Bob."

Her pale eyes shifted to where Brie Bella was leaning against the wall next to her, and she couldn't stop the smile. "Hey, how are you?"

"Probably a lot better than you look," Brie teased, then realised what she'd said and stammered out a "in that you look like you're about to murder someone, not that you look terrible or anything."

She chuckled at the other woman. "Thanks for the clarification."

"How is everything with Filipa, anyway?" Again, when Brie was met with silence, she elaborated. "Word gets around quick, heard that you two got into a bit of an argument. Trust me, it's like being in high school again— everyone knows everything."

Bobbi frowned and turned to sit, started to lace her boots up. "Still haven't talked to her. It was less an argument, more a… I dunno, it was like she was upset more than anything, but she didn't go about telling me the right way, so here we are." She took another breath, shook her head slowly. "Plus, she's spending a lot of time with Seth now, and I'm not really ready to talk to him about anything yet, so it's just a bit… awkward."

"Give her some time, you guys have been friends for a while and she won't wanna throw that away over something petty."

"Anyway," Bobbi segued, "how's Daniel doing?"

The woman smiled at the thought of her husband. "Yeah, he's recovering well. He asked whether you and Dean were finally stitched up."

"Finally?"

She laughed and held her arm out towards Bobbi, leading them from the room once she'd hooked her elbow in. "Honey, we all knew that was gonna happen last year."

"It is like high school, isn't it?" the silver-haired woman mused to herself, smirking a little. "When'd you figure it out?"

"Oooooh, probably just after we got back from the European tour," Brie hummed thoughtfully. "Definitely around the time of the Slammy's, 'cause the way he was looking at you was like he wanted to strip you on the spot, and vice versa. God, you looked at him during those first couple of months like he was pure water and you were dying of thirst."

Bobbi snorted at her. "You make me sound like I was on the prowl."

"Oh, you were. But now… now it's different." Brie looked at the floor and smiled mostly to herself. "Now you look at him like I look at Daniel."

—

By the time the show rolled around into it's second hour, the Bella twin was off doing her own thing and Bobbi was waiting in the wings, jumping on the spot and shaking her arms out to warm up. There was a microphone tucked into her jogger pocket, and Seth was already out there in the ring with RVD— she knew her cue when she saw the new golden boy prepare for his finisher.

When her music hit, one foot moved in front of the other and she pushed through the curtains, trying to stop the grin at her lips when the crowd reacted.

Seth stepped away from his opponent and from where she stood, she could see the way his eyes narrowed. He pushed his hair back from his face, threw his arms out, yelled at her— she couldn't hear him.

"Am I interrupting something important, Seth?" Bobbi laughed and ran her tongue over her teeth. "I didn't even realise! Ya' see, I'm hoping that you can help me with something. It's this— nagging problem in the back of my head, this incessant buzzing that's grating on my last nerve, and I've only really found one way that can help get rid of it."

His face twisted in confusion. But then she was walking again, down the ramp and towards the squared circle. "You stay outta this, Arlett!" Seth was yelling now. "I ain't got time to deal with you!"

But she wasn't looking at him anymore. "RVD— you mind if I call you Rob?" From where the superstar was recovering, he shook his head. "Rob, I think you know what I'm about to do, but I still wanna apologise in advance. You don't mind, do ya?"

He shook his head once more.

Boots now on the steel steps, pale greens watched in amusement as Seth looked between her and the other superstar, and then he was pointing a finger at her. "No! No, you stay right there! Who do you think you are?!"

"Who do I think I am?" she laughed down the mic, shaking her head. "Oh c'mon Seth, I'm not the one here with an identity crisis. I mean, that's why you ran home to daddy, isn't it? Because you don't know who you are without him?" Bobbi was shifting between the ropes, Seth narrowing his eyes and not moving in the slightest. "I just— I gotta know, I need to know… this nagging thought that can't seem to leave me alone only seems to disappear when I slam my fist into your face."

A thud sounded through the arena as Bobbi threw the microphone at his chest, and there was a moment where his brown eyes met hers and the arena stilled— but then she was throwing a hand across his face and launching herself into him, trying to hit him as many times as she could.

Faintly, there was the sound of a bell ringing and Seth being announced as the winner due to disqualification.

Bobbi didn't care.

Her hands were tugging harshly at his hair now, knees digging into his stomach, but Seth was still much stronger than her. His momentum rolled them both out of the ring and the breath was from her lungs when her back hit the floor.

"Think you can beat me?!"

Seth's hand twisted into the silver locks and his other in the back of her top and she was up, being swung around, and Bobbi had barely managed to suck in a breath before he tossed her back-first into the announce table— and then it was back out in a strangled cry. The jarring impact sent a sharp tooth through her lip and warm blood spilled into her mouth.

Stomps were hitting against her hips and her stomach and the tattooed arm was up and protecting her head, Seth yelling at her angrily. "You think this is some kinda game? Think you can come out here whenever you want—"

But as soon as he was there, he was gone.

The crowds reaction was louder now. Through the mess of her hair, Bobbi let a grin break over her face when she saw Dean straddling Seth and pushing his fists into the mix of blonde and brown hair. He tossed their ex-faction member over the barricades and into the time keepers area, spared her a look for just one second to make just she was okay before turning his atention back to beating the shit out of Seth Rollins.

Bobbi rolled out of their way just in time, pushing herself back against the apron as they shifted to the other side of the announce table, and as a camera guy closed in on her face, she ran fingers along her teeth to assess the damage. Her hand came back bright red.

Referee's were pouring out of backstage then, trying to separate the agitated Ambrose and flailing Rollins, but what she didn't expect was Triple H to round the corner of the ring and fist his hand in her hair.

"Who the hell do you think you are?!" he hissed as he pulled her up, "this is my show, not yours, so don't you dare think you have the right to come out here like you own this company! Get out of my arena! GO!"

Bobbi's lips twisted and she launched a knee between his legs with a guttural yell, and her boss was on the floor and writhing in agony within seconds. "Oops!" Bobbi yelled sarcastically, kicking against his back for good measure.

There was an arm wrapped around her bare stomach and a referee pulled her away, shoved her alongside where they were trying to keep Ambrose from attacking Rollins, and Bobbi couldn't help herself— she reached out and ran her hand through Dean's wet hair, smirked at him… and then winced when her lip stung horribly.

Almost like he didn't care who saw, Dean reached out and dragged his thumb across her bloodied lip. "What is it with you and a blood mouth, huh? Shouldn't you leave the lip biting to me?"

"Can't let you have all the fun now, can I?"

A microphone was thrust into his hand and together they climbed into the ring, Bobbi throwing her arms out wide to the retreating Seth Rollins. On the tron, she saw a flash of the crazed look in Dean's eyes.

"They may as well go ahead and uh, put me in that Money In The Bank ladder match right now, huh?" He threw his arms out and raised his eyebrows at Bobbi. "'Cause if they don't, I'm still gonna show up at Boston anyway, I'm still gonna bash Seth Rollin's face in, I'm still gonna grab that briefcase and walk out the door with it, I will screw up the entire pay per view!" Dean paced the ring in a rage and Bobbi didn't stop the laugh bubbling up from within her chest. "I'm comin' to Money In The Bank regardless and I ain't comin' to play nice!"

Bobbi pushed herself up onto the second rope and threw her arms out once more. "You can't run forever, Rollins!"

—

SmackDown Taping

June 24th, 2014

See, the problem with doing whatever she wanted meant that more often than not, Bobbi found herself in a little bit of a pickle. Not only had she humiliated Stephanie McMahon twice, she'd also RKO'd Randy Orton what… two, three times now? She'd low blown Triple H twice as well, humiliated him many more times… sooner or later, all that was going to come back around and bite her in the ass. But right now, what was more important was making sure that Seth Rollins was kept away from Dean Ambrose's match against Bad News Barrett.

In the opening segment, Triple H had banned her from appearing ringside, instead informed the audience that she'd been swamped with backstage work to keep her busy.

But, as usual, she didn't really listen to what she was told to do.

So as she waited, she tapped out a message on her phone and sent it into the twitter-sphere. WWEBobbiArlett: Trips should be more worried about the ladder match this weekend and less worried about keeping me preoccupied. Time to have some fun.

She'd only tweeted a handful of times, but automatically her notifications blew up and she chucked the phone onto a stage box.

Her attention focused back onto the screen, Dean bouncing Jack Swagger's head off of the announce table, and when he was grabbed from behind and tossed into the steel steps, Bobbi was out and running.

Sliding into the ring on her leather joggers and slipping back out, she stood in front of Dean, between him and the person who had betrayed them for glory and fame.

Seth's eyes flashed dangerously. "Get out of my way, Arlett, I don't wanna hurt you."

"You don't wanna hurt me?" Bobbi laughed incredulously, a mix of confusion and disbelief crossing her features. "Maybe you shoulda thought of that before you stabbed me in the back with a chair!"

A flicker of something akin to remorse flashed through Seth's eyes for a second. But as quick as it was there, it was gone. "I warned you, Arlett."

And with those last words, Seth dashed forwards and Bobbi met him halfway, the confrontation leading to their third brawl in the space of a week. Her thickly heeled boots had her up at his height but he was still much stronger, pushing her back against the apron, fists driving into where her arms were protecting her ribs. Bobbi rammed her head up into his nose and with the distance now created, she launched forwards with a kick to his stomach that had the crowd gasping at the noise.

She locked an arm around the back of his neck and tugged him down, drove knee after knee into her stomach, and then strong hands were heavy on her hips, slinging her away effortlessly. When Bobbi rolled to a stop, the burning fire of her eyes locked on Jack Swagger.

Panting, lips pulling back over her teeth, she watched as Seth yelled and rolled Ambrose between the ropes, ripped his blazer off in a rage.

"You will not ruin this for me!" he yelled at her, "I got eyes on you!"

Bobbi launched forwards and screamed loudly, but Swagger caught her right away with a strong arm and again slung her back to the ground— in the squared circle, Ambrose's head had been planted into the canvas with a vicious looking Curb Stomp.

She was back on her feet and peering over the All American's shoulder with a dangerous glint in her eyes, glaring right at where Rollins was standing over Dean.

"You're gonna regret ever knowing me," Bobbi spat, "I'm going to make your life a living hell."

His lips curved up. "You're never gonna get the chance."

—

Bobbi hadn't been out clubbing or bar hopping since the whole Filipa— thing. But Roman and Dean were borderline desperate to drag her along to the bar they were going to, and she couldn't really say no, so at a bar was where she found herself on Tuesday night.

But, again, it was more a hybrid between a bar and a club. Music was pounding, a group of people dancing, many just hanging around and relaxing after a tiring day. There was a Corona in her hand and she was sitting across from Ro and Dean, smiling at their entertaining conversation.

And Dean was on his sixth beer, sucking them back like he wasn't going to have a pounding head in the morning.

"And man, I was poundin' on this kid like there was no tomorrow," he was saying, "but I came out and started hip thrustin' into the air and tripped over my own feet, sang Sweet Caroline as loud as I could—"

He broke off into an ugly laugh, the kind that twisted your face and made you gasp for breath, the kind that sounded like he was dying, and beside him Roman was clutching at his stomach as well.

"That night though, Cutter came in after having a shower but we're all still fuckin' piss drunk, 'n he sits down and just glares at me and I'm thinkin' to myself, what the hell is this fuck's problem, but he just looks at me and goes 'ask me if I'm a tree'. So of course I fuckin' ask him if he's a tree, and he just fuckin' lost it, lost his shit and was pissin' laughter, falls off the chair and everything and goes 'of course I'm not a tree, you idiot! Do I look like a fuckin' tree?!"

Both of the men across from her roar with laughter and Bobbi can't stop it when she joins them, eyes glittering with joy as she watches the way Dean's nose scrunches, the way Roman's eyes squint, and if this is what she misses when they all went drinking together— she needed more of this shit.

Dean sucked in a long breath and sighed it out, looked up to the roof dreamily. "He passed out on the floor right after."

It was only when Dean hiccuped that a bubble of laughter burst out of her chest, and then they were all cackling again.

"Oh, oh, oh," the drunk man turned to her, blue eyes full of life. "Funny drunk stories, Bob?"

"Oh, no," Bobbi replied with a smile. "No funny drunk stories for me. Ro?"

"C'mon Bob, you have to have something!"

Bobbi shared a distressed look with an almost inebriated Roman and found herself grinning again. "Fine, fine, but if it's not funny, don't judge me, alright?!" When Dean nodded feverishly, she rolled her eyes. "When Filipa and I were at Lake Side War, a bunch of the guys and I got smashed after a show, and it was that time of night where everyone was packing up and there was shit everywhere, and I'm full of energy and runnin' around after some fuckwit who stole my beer, but I don't realise that the garage of the warehouse had been lowered, and I'm runnin' full steam towards this thing, slam my head against the metal and fly onto my back, blood gushin' from my hairline, and all I could cry about was that I wasn't gonna finish my beer."

She hadn't even finished when Dean had thrown an arm across his stomach and started howling and guffawing, dimples threatening to break his face in half, and Roman was more laughing at him than her, but she still giggled at the drunken mess in front of her.

"I'm gonna go call a cab," Roman announced to her, "time to get some sleep, I think."

Bobbi smiled at the man that was almost like an older brother to her, focusing back on Dean. Then, she realised with a start that he was staring across at her with half-lidded eyes and a cute little grin on his face.

"What?!"

Placing his head on his arm, he let out a content sigh. "Nothin'. I'm just the fuckin' luckiest guy in the world, is all."

A blush crawled up Bobbi's chest. "And I'm the luckiest woman alive."

He slid around to where she was sat and pushed an arm between her waist and the booth seat. "I don't know what I did to get you, I'm just as confused as you are," Dean laughed dreamily, "I mean, why aren't we married yet— you're great, I'm great, it would be fuckin' fantastic and you could live in my apartment and cook me those scrambled eggs you do real well," and his voice trailed off as he buried his face into Bobbi's neck. "I love you. Can I keep you?"

Pale green eyes widened at the man cuddling into her, and like a puppy dog, he glanced up at her with big blue eyes and a dimpled smile. "I love you sooooo much," he said again. "Loved you since you threw me that surprise party for my birthday."

It was Dean's first time ever saying those words to her, but his eyes had looked like that for a long time. She'd known for a while what he felt for her. "Oh really? You love me?"

"Yup."

She was beaming down at him now, dipping her head to press their lips together. "'bout time you fessed up, dimples."

He grinned back at her cheekily.

heyooooooo sorry about the wait for this one, i've been super busy lately! hopefully i made up with it for the scene at the end? huehue

to my reviewers, Raquel the writer (the attire she's in now are loose faux leather joggers and a blue wrap crop top - you can see the full outfit on my polyvore if you want!), quinzel harley (hope you enjoyed this one my love, it was a breath of fresh air writing the last chapter so thanks for giving me that inspiration!), and labinnacslove (honestly, neither can i! we're gonna have to do something about that, aren't we?), let me know what you thought of this chapter and what you think is going to happen with the MITB ladder match!

much love xx