A/N: This chapter was mildly changed due to recent events. It was finished before Dean lost his title. Everything starting at this point has never happened. I have to build everything from scratch now.

Chapter 35

Forward to End of July 2014

After the feud with Evolution had kept the boys busy during the summer and Jon loosing his US title in the process to Sheamus in the process, a meeting was scheduled for mid July, to discuss the future story line ideas.

The guys got presented with the idea the creative team had come up with.

During the feud with the Evolution Roman emerged as the shining star. The Superman who could overcome all the odds. Which left Dean and Seth in the shadows and they didn't like it one bit. Jealousy was in their eyes when they looked at their team mate now.

They would have a match at Summer Slam against Cesaro, Brock Lesnar and Paul Heymans new guy, and Dean and Seth were supposed to leave Roman to himself being badly beaten by Brock Lesnar. Because that should teach Roman a lesson. That he maybe was called the Samoan Superman, but without his team mates he was nothing.

Let him fend for himself, see how that works out. The Shield would split at Summer Slam.

When Jon told me, I looked at him, I even had to wipe a tear away. "I hate that. I know why they do it, I know it is best for business but I hate to see you fight with Joe."

"We will be brothers forever. I won't let anyone tell me, that I can't travel with him anymore. Nothing will change Sam. Just maybe you won't do his media relations, just Colby's and mine. We will stick together for a while and Joe will get his push..."

"You will get this push one day as well. One day they will need the big bad heel and then your time will come Jon." Gently I held his face in my hands and kissed his nose. "We will get there. I believe that with every fiber of my being. And I will play my part in it by presenting you just right for the media. We will make that happen."

Jon closed his eyes. "You have no idea how much you calm me Sam. Thank you."

Well, shit would hit the fan after tonight.

RAW – Two weeks to Summer Slam

3MB had challenged the Shield, wanting to profit from the recent cracks. The three man band hadn't forgotten about the beatings in the past and they wanted to show the Shield that they are not unbeatable.

It was a really hard match, one I watched backstage.

Joe was in the ring with Drew and they were fighting and outside Jinder and Jon were fighting along with Heath and Colby.

Jinder had his arms around Jon, the steel steps were already scattered across the floor, upside down, when Jinder pushed Jon really hard and he went down. But he was much too close to the turned around steel steps. As he went down with Jinder's weight on him he hit his left shoulder on the corner of the steps which were already near the barricade so they got stuck there and Jon's shoulder hit the corner of the steps full force with another 200 pounds on him and when he cried out I knew something was not right.

Jinder only needed a second to notice that as well and didn't attack Jon any further walking to Colby to "attack" him because Jon was down and holding his left shoulder.

Joe in the ring noticed it and slammed Drew down hard leaving the ring.

He crouched down next to Jon.

"You good?" he asked quietly.

"No, something is not right." Jon said between clenched teeth.

The ref was down there now as well and Joe told him Jon was out and the ref gave the X signal, making known that this was not part of the show.

I was biting my nails by now. Drew was a great wrestler and when Joe got back in the ring he finished him off really quickly because the Shield had to loose this match anyways.

By now the trainers and EMT's were down there and it took Natalya to keep me backstage.

"Wait till they have him back here Sam. I know it is hard, just wait."

Joe and Colby were next to Jon and with help he got upright and standing but he was pale.

His pain must have been great because he could took a punch or two and when even the adrenaline couldn't keep the pain at bay, then it was really bad.

Joe helped Jon backstage and then nothing could hold me back anymore.

"What's up Jon?" I asked but didn't dare to touch him.

"Hit the should blade really hard. Something is broken I guess."

"We will check him out." The head trainer told me and we went back to the first aid room.

They cut off Jon's shirt and the shoulder was already swollen and blue.

"I can't tell without an x-ray, but with the amount of swelling and the pain, I guess you are right. Something might be broken. I will give you painkillers and we get you to a hospital."

Jon looked at me and I had to press my lips together. "It is your decision." I told him.

In the past Jon had a substance abuse problem. He popped pills like candy for a while and getting him clean of that was my first good deed in our friendship back in 2010/2011.

"No painkillers." he said and got down from the stretcher.

"I want to shower first." he announced and walked off. Okay, at least he had his priorities straight.

"I'll need your help Sam." he was pissed by now and I followed him.

Colby was in front of us and told everyone to leave the locker room.

Once it was cleared and everyone out I stripped Jon out of his ring gear and it was the least sexual thing I ever did with him.

He already walked into the showers and I did something I would normally think twice about and stripped to my underwear and followed him.

He was leaning with his good arm against the wall, his head on it, his eyes closed.

"Baby, I am so sorry." I whispered.

His shoulder looked really bad from my point of view.

"Let's do this quickly, because you need to be in a hospital Jon." I soaped him and washed him off and once back in the locker room got him into a jeans and some shoes but I was at a loss with a tshirt because he was holding his left arm strictly against his body.

"Take a dress shirt. I will put one arm in." he instructed me. It sounded patient but he was on the edge of loosing it. A quiet Jon is never ever a good thing.

I helped him put it on and tried to dry myself enough to get into my own clothes. I picked up clothes I recognized as Jon's and put them in his suitcase and I was hardly finished and he was already out the door.

"Maybe I forgot something Colby. Can you check? And could someone get my stuff from the Female Talent Room? And can I have the car keys?"

We had car pooled, we would all four drive to the next town tonight so all our stuff was here.

"You want me to drive?" Joe asked and I told him no. The mood Jon was in they would probably fight.

"No, just get all our stuff. Shit, how will you get..." "Don't worry Sam. Get your man to a hospital. We will come there as soon as we can. Go, he is getting pissed."

"SAM!" Jon yelled and everyone around heard it and I ran to him.

"I am here. Don't make a fucking scene here Jon, I work here as well." I hissed and got to the car, ignoring all the fans behind the fence.

"I know you are hurting Jon." "Damn well I am hurting. Because once the word pain killers was issued you got this look on your face. Like oh, Jon will take a pill, and then he will start popping pills again and he will be a junkie again, and then he will spent his nights at the bar down the street and he will come home drunk. And God, he will throw everything away, and I can take oh so much, but a drunken and high Jon I can't take."

He was ranting but if it was keeping him busy and forgetting about the pain that was good.

"Right Jon, that's why I told you it is your decision. So it would be ultimately your fault." I answered him in the most neutral voice I could muster right now.

"Because I am always the one doing something wrong. You are so perfect. You are STRAIGHT EDGE and I am an EVERYDAY STRUGGLING ALCOHOLIC AND SUBSTANCE ABUSER" he screamed and I flinched.

"I am a fucking failure and now I will be a fucking invalid."

"Drama queen." I just said. "We will get your shoulder x-rayed and treated for the night. Tomorrow we will go to those fancy WWE doctors and figure out what we will have to do. You have probably a broken bone which hurts like a bitch and makes you into a whiny pussy but it will heal. You will be out for a couple of weeks..."

"It will take longer than two weeks! How many times do I have to tell you that a couple of weeks means TWO weeks not SEVERAL weeks."

God he was so pissed. And I really messed up with a couple of days and a couple of weeks all the time, usually it entertained him. Well, not tonight. Tonight he wanted to hurt me with his words, as much as he hurt because of his shoulder and his fear about the injury.

"Fine. You will be out several weeks but you will be back. We will get through this Jon, together. Okay? I understand that you are hurting, that you are pissed and that your are afraid."

"Fuck you."

"You are afraid, and I understand your need to lash out." We stopped at a red light.

"But look at me." He looked at me his eyes were glazed. "I love you, and you don't mean any of what you said but please stop now, okay? We are almost at the hospital and I can only take so much, okay? I am stressed out here as well, and I hate to see you go through this and your pain is mine. So please. Get your act together until we are alone again, okay Jon?"

He closed his eyes, breathing in and out a couple of times before answering. "I am sorry, it just hurts like a little bitch. I will be good. I am sorry Sam. You know I lash out at those close to me. It is no fine character trait and you should give me hell for it, not be so understanding and patient."

"If I had no patience, this wouldn't work out between us Mr Good." I grinned shortly and we arrived at the emergency room to get Jon treated.