It was still dark when Sasha woke with a jolt.

"Huh?" she groaned, blinking her eyes as a bright light suddenly came on above her.

"What the hell!" shouted a voice.

Sasha fumbled for glasses and then realized she never took out her contacts last night, as evident by the drying itchy feeling in her eyes. Her eyes focused on Seth standing in the doorway with a scowl across his face.

"Will you calm the fuck down man?" said another voice.

She turned her head towards the sound and realized that Brandon was still laying in the bed, several inches away from her and above the comforter.

"Oh shit," she ran her hands through her hair.

"Someone wanna explain what's going on here?" his tone was sharp and angry.

"Seth," Brandon hopped off the bed, "chill, she had too much to drink, I was making sure she was okay."

"By sleeping in my bed with her?"

"I must've fallen asleep I meant to leave-"

"Uh huh."

"Seth, baby," she reached out her hand. "It wasn't, nothing happened here."

He looked over at her, his brow still furrowed.

"Seriously dude, who has sex and then re-dresses and falls asleep in bed? That doesn't make any sense."

Seth gritted his teeth and looked back and Brandon.

"Yeah, I guess. You said she had too much to drink?"

"There was tequila," she said with a chuckle, but his face told her they were not at the laughing-at-it point.

"Where?"

"O'Maley's," Brandon answered.

"You two went to O'Maley's on a Monday night?"

"It was trivia night. Dave and the Chris' invited us out…"

"I'm sorry, again, you're hanging out?"

Brandon laughed bitterly, "you're so possessive dude, I'm doing exactly what you asked and looking out for her,"

"Wait," Sasha interrupted, "you asked him to look after me? Is that the only reason we've been hanging out? You've been babysitting me?"

"Sasha," Brandon said, shaking his head.

"I thought we were friends."

"We are friends!"

"It doesn't really feel like that right now."

"Excuse me but I think you two are forgetting that I just caught you in bed together," Seth said angrily.

"Oh yes, sorry, let's talk about you again," Brandon spat and leaned against the dresser. "And we weren't in bed"

"Really? Cause you, bed, her, all the peices."

"Okay we were in bed, but we weren't in bed in bed."

"Yeah well,"

"Seth, enough!" she shouted at him. "We didn't have sex. There is nothing going on here, it was just a messy end to a night. Okay?"

"Okay, fine, I believe you."

"What I don't understand is why you don't want us hanging out," Brandon grumbled.

"I didn't say that!"

"You kind of did, right Sasha?"

"I'm still mad at you, you're on your own," she crossed her arms and leaned against the headboard.

"You're happy to put me to work, but the second I start to build a relationship with her, now you're pissy."

"I'm not pissy I just have a problem with you getting too cozy."

"You really think that would happen? That I, your own brother, would do that to you?"

"I don't know but I don't like it."

"Or that Sasha, shit dude, she loves you. And maybe you've had some fidelity issues in the past man, but she's not gonna do that to you. So maybe you need to quit projecting onto your totally loyal girlfriend over here and deal with your own shit."

The two of them stared each other down from across the room. She could see Seth's blood boiling, his face was turning red and it looked like smoke was about to come out of his ears.

"You need to leave. Now."

"Fine by me," Brandon pushed past Seth and she heard the front door slam.

He looked over at her, not saying a word. She glanced at the clock it was 4am, but at least if she took out her contacts now she could feel a little better. Sliding out of bed she grabbed the crutch that had fallen to the floor.

"Do you need help?"

"I'm okay," she walked around, not looking at him, to change out of her dress and get the contacts out of her eyes.

Seth sat down on his side of the bed and looked up at her.

"I uh, thought I wouldn't see you until tomorrow night."

"I asked Hunter to give me off so that I could take you to the doctor tomorrow-uh today."

"Oh, right."

"Sasha,"

"Can we not Seth?" she asked, climbing back in next to him.

"Just humor me. Tell me again, nothing happened?"

She glared at him, "for the last time Seth, nothing happened. Goodnight."

XXX

The car ride was silent in the morning as he drove her into Buffalo for her doctor's appointment. She appreciated not having to Uber there, but it could not be more uncomfortable if they were trying. How could he think she would do that? Sure it was a weird situation but that did not mean that the two of them had had sex while they thought he was away. Was Brandon right? Was Seth projecting because he had that desire to stray? God she didn't even want to think about that.

"How have you been feeling?" he asked softly.

She looked over at him, "alright I guess."

"Okay."

"How was Raw last night? I missed it."

"Oh, uh, it was fine. I had a match with Jericho."

"You win?"

"Nah Kevin screwed me."

"Ah."

"Sasha-"

"Hmm?"

"I'm really sorry that I lost my cool last night."

"It's okay. You should call Brandon though, apologize."

"I will, we'll be fine."

"He was just trying to help."

"We've had much worse fights."

"I can't believe you had him babysitting me."

"I thought you'd be lonely, okay?"

"Well yeah. I just thought he actually you know, wanted to hang out with me."

"Why do you care?"

"Why do I care? I was enjoying being his friend. What? Am I not allowed to be his friend?"

"No I just-"

"You're really that jealous?" she said with a huff, leaning back and looking out her window."

"Maybe I am," he said quietly. "I'm not proud of it."

They pulled up to the hospital and she didn't say anything else.

"I'll go park and wait for you in the waiting room okay?"

"Yeah, okay," she didn't look back at him.

He sighed and took the car up to the parking garage. It would blow over, it always did. In the waiting room, he read his paperback book and tried not to look at the clock too much. His brain was running through a million thoughts from the last few days. He was really trying here. Really trying. But none of it seemed to be enough. She was dealing with her own shit, he knew that, but he just wished she'd open up a little. To him, not his just to his brother.

About an hour later, she came back through, a boot on her ankle instead of the cast.

"Heyy! No cast!" He grinned and she smiled back at him. It made him feel warm from the inside.

"No cast,"

"C'mon, let's go celebrate. Whatever you want."

She grinned again.

In the car home, she was having trouble containing her excitement. Beaming from ear to ear, she was already on her phone sending and email to the Performance Center and looking at flights down to Florida.

"Babe, take it easy, you can do that tonight."

"I wanna be on that plane as soon as I physically can."

"Yeah I can tell," he chuckled.

"C'mon, you remember what it was like."

"Yeah I know, just relax."

"I can't wait to start working and get this bad boy back."

"You will."

"And then once I'm cleared I can finally go home-" she stopped in her tracks, realizing what she had just said. "I mean-"

"I heard you."

"Seth I just-"

"No I get it. You're really eager to get out, aren't you?"

"I didn't-"

"Don't dodge it Sash, I've known for weeks. You think you're in a padded cell."

She sighed.

"You know you could've just told me if you wanted to leave."

"I like it there, it's just…hard."

"Uh huh."

"Don't give me that."

"Give you what?"

"That attitude. You know how hard it is to work through an injury."

"Yeah, which is why I've been working so hard to make things easy on you."

"And I appreciate that!"

"Do you? Could've fooled me."

"I really do Seth, this isn't about you."

"Mhmm."

"Is that so hard for you to believe? That something isn't about you? And for that matter, if you're so worried about making things easier on me, then maybe don't take away the only friend I have in Davenport."

"Oh not this again," he rolled his eyes.

"We never finished it."

"Fine! Okay! Yes, I'm jealous and suspicious and I am sorry for that Sasha. I'm not trying to take Brandon away from you, I just don't like him being that close to you."

"How many times do I have to tell you that nothing happened?"

"I believe you! Sash, I'm sorry I flew off the handle."

"He's been really great."

"I know, he is really great."

"And it's like the only thing I have right now."

"Gee thanks."

"You're gone five days a week, how am I supposed to feel?"

"I know, but god, I've been doing everything for you."

"Yes yes, the lasagna and the med alerts and the back massages."

"Is that not enough? What do you want me to do Sash? What's it going to take?"

"Maybe you can't fix this Seth! Maybe you need to just get the fuck over it and let me get through it."

"But I want to-"

"Too bad."

He let the silence hang between them for a moment, unsure what else he could possibly say.

"Where do you want to eat?" he asked softly.

"Let's just go home"

"What?"

"I'm tired and I need to work this stuff out, let's just go home."

"I thought you wanted-"

"It's fine."

So home they went, back to his house empty handed. She stormed off, best she could still in the boot, to the guest room and he watched her disappear through the door. He figured a grilled cheese was probably his best hope of redemption at this point, and found himself staring at the sandwich with a million thoughts racing through his head. Maybe he should just be honest with her. That's all she ever wanted, wasn't it?

He knocked on the door, plate in hand, and poked his head into the guest room. She was laid out on the bed with her laptop.

"Brought you lunch."

"Oh," she looked at him sheepishly, "thanks."

"Can I come in?"

She shrugged, "it's your house."

He sighed, sitting on the edge of the bed and handing her the plate.

"What if it wasn't?"

"Wasn't your house?"

"What if it wasn't just my house." He looked down and bit his lip, "what if it were our house?"

"Are you…asking me to move in?"

He nodded, "I like it here, I like being close to my parents but…I mean I'd be open to looking somewhere else. If you wanted."

"I…I haven't really thought about it."

"That's alright, I hadn't really mentioned it. But if I was with you, it wouldn't matter where we were."

"Where-where is this coming from?"

"I know you think I've been a little controlling…and stubborn….and jealous,"

She giggled, nodding her head.

"And I know that I overreacted about you wanting to go home which is," he sighed, "not fair. But I guess I was hoping you would start to feel at home here instead."

"I do… just not in the same way."

"I think…if I'm honest…through this whole thing I was trying to just move you in without you noticing."

"I noticed."

"Yeah," he smiled, "okay. I just…I didn't have the guts to just ask you. But I am now."

"I-"

"You can think about it, okay? You don't have to tell me right now. I'm just telling you where I stand."

"Where do you stand?" she asked with a sly smile.

"Gonna make me do the whole speech huh?"

"Yep."

"Alright. I love you, I love it when we travel together because it means I get to spend every possible minute with you. I love coming home to you, sharing my bed with you every single night. And I miss you when you're not there. You know, I wake up and I freak out sometimes thinking that you've disappeared from our bed in the middle of the night."

"You would."

He met her gaze with those soft brown eyes.

"Promise me you'll just think about it?"

"Yeah, of course."

He leaned in and kissed her on the lips.

"Finish your lunch, I worked very hard on it."

XXX

She'd been in Orlando for a week, working hard on her rehab work. Things were coming back at a decent rate, but it'd be a few days before she could even take the strength test, and then at least a week before she'd have a shot at passing it.

Sitting at the lounge with Shinske, they talked about his recent rematch with Samoan Joe. He wouldn't give her any indication about if they were going to bring him up soon, or which show he would be on. Picking at her dinner, she laughed as he told her one of his famous stories of fighting Joe back in the day, no one could deliver a story like Shinske, even when he stumbled over his English.

He looked at his watch, "I have to go soon."

"Ugh I know,"

Being back at the Performance Center felt just like NXT, but completely different. She worked with the physical therapy team throughout the day, and there were plenty of people around going through their training. But once it got to dinner time, company became hard to come by. She was told she was welcome to sit in on a promo class, though they weren't as good as back when Dusty taught them. That seemed like the only thing lamer than watching TV alone in her hotel room and sending Seth dirty texts.

She still hadn't given him an answer, and he hadn't pressed. Truth was, being here gave her a lot of time to think. It had become an everyday occurrence, walking along the beach and thinking about whether or not this was what she really wanted. She knew what would come next if she moved in with him. He was probably already looking at rings, lest the perfect one get away. But did she want to be his wife?

"We talk later?"

"Yeah, see ya Shinske," she smiled, "don't space out in class!"

"Hey Sasha?" Matt Bloom called from the stairwell, "you've got a visitor."

Seth poked his head out from behind the large man.

"Hey, Banks."

"Seth, what are you doing here?" she let him wrap her in a big.

"It's been a week and I couldn't take it anymore," he laughed, "ha ha ha, not after what you sent me last night."

"Yeah, still here guys," Matt said over his shoulder from the fridge. "Take your condoling somewhere else, I busted up one steamy affair this week."

"Wait really? Who?"

"I'm not answering that."

"Ugh, okay, we'll go."

He smiled at her the whole ride back to her hotel room.

"It's really good to see you, baby,"

"Yeah, it really is."

"I'd ask if you miss me but based off some of those things you've been saying."

"Oh shut up I'm finally feeling good enough to flirt, that should make you happy."

"It does, it makes me very happy. But that ain't flirting. That is downright sexting."

"Whatever."

'Thought you didn't believe in it."

"I changed my mind."

"Good."

She swiped into the hotel room that she'd made her home for the last week, and despite turndown service, you could tell. Plopping down on the bed she pulled him down on top of her, kissing him deeply.

"Aw I've missed you so much," he groaned, pushing her down and rolling his hips against her eagerly.

"Seth?"

"Yeah?"

"Before we uh…"

"What is it?"

She took a deep breath, "I'll move in with you."

"Really?" he practically jumped up, a grin coming onto his face.

"But I…I'm not ready to be engaged to you."

"I didn't say anything about-"

"You didn't have to."

"Okay," he nodded, "no rings. But you'll move in?"

"Yeah. I will."

"I love you so much," he crashed his lips to hers, running his hands all over her. "Turn around.

"Hmm?"

"I said, turn around. I know what you like."

She laughed and rolled over to her hands and knees as he pulled down her yoga pants and panties. He pulled over her top and unclasped her sports bra, pressing his bare chest to her back. She shuddered a bit, not having felt this in a while.

He kissed her cheek and whispered in her ear, "I love you, Banks.

"Yeah," she giggled, "I love you too Rollins."

The end

XXX

A/n: Sorry for anyone who wanted this one to keep going, but I felt like it hit its natural conclusion. The good news is that I'm working on another Sesha story with a different concept, so look out for that! Just in case anyone was wondering, I don't do straight up requests because it doesn't gel with my creative process, but if you have an idea I'm open to suggestions (especially if you follow and leave a lot of love on my stuff, because I appreciate it :D).