Author Note: We are getting down to the last few chapters. I apologize for the late update, hope you all enjoy it. This chapter is pretty heavily Savannah/Seth centric, with a little drama with Krys (Who belongs to fellow author Krys Jericho, thank you for allowing me to use her.) Let me know what you think.

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Chapter 34: Perfect Symmetry of Two Hearts

Savannah

The windows were open and the warm air was blowing through my hair, allowing me to let everything that was bothering me go just for the fleeting moments of peaceful comfort with Seth behind the wheel. It was hard to know what Becky was feeling with not being able to see or speak to the one person she wanted more than anyone else.

I turned my head to see Seth, his hair pulled up into a tight bun behind his head. The bleach blonde completely faded, allowing his natural brown hair to remain dominate. It was the first time I really noticed that that key element was gone. He wasn't that person from The Shield any longer, which was fine. The faction had done what was necessary to elevate his career to where it is today.

"Are you okay?" He asked keeping his eyes on the road.

"Yeah...I was just thinking."

"About what?"

I pulled my right leg up against my chest and leaned my head against it. There was so much that could happen in the draft and so much that could happen at Battleground. I wasn't a selfish person, because the only things that mattered to me was my family and my friends. Their happiness mattered to me above all else. "So what happens if we get split up during the draft?" I asked finally allowing myself to speak the awful concern after weeks of debating on bringing it up or not.

"It won't matter. We will be just fine. No matter the distance, we will overcome it. We've overcome all the obstacles thrown in our way already." He explained.

His encouragement and determination was a breath of fresh air to me, because he was right. We already overcame so much already and this would be no different. He turned into the parking garage of the arena we would be using for the Smackdown tapping. Tonight was my first official match since I made my return at Money in The Bank.

Seth reached over to take my hand into his own. The feeling of his thumb against the sensitive flesh of my knuckles. I looked up from our joined hands to stare into his eyes. There was a softness behind them I hadn't seen in a long time. "I don't want you to worry about the draft. You have so much to offer no matter what brand you're a part of." He said attempting to lift my spirits.

"So do you..." I answered in a low voice.

In that moment, he smiled and reached behind my head with his free hand. He pulled me forward, pressing his lips against mine. Again, he left me feeling speechless and unable to speak my mind; but I knew he did it to calm me down and I loved him for it.

Curling my hand around the handle of the door, I pulled it open to step outside. The air was thick, muggy with humity. I knew there was rain coming. The smell in the air was a good indication. I could see my bags in the backseat, along with my acoustic guitar. I hadn't taken that with me in such a long time, thinking that maybe I'd want to play it sometime on the road. My fingers burned with the itch to play.

"I want to play..." I whispered, pointing to the black case next to my lime green travel bag.

He raised an eyebrow at me, obviously surprised that I said anything at all. The last time I played was at Becky's party months ago. I was pretty sure he remembered how that night ended. Of course, things are so very different now than they were then. "Then maybe you should. I think it would probably help with some of the emotions you've got going on inside. The stuff you can't even tell me about."

I was dumbfounded that he figured me out so quickly. I wanted to be able to speak to him completely...about everything; but I just didn't want to sound so childish for worrying about things that shouldn't even matter. I shouldn't even have to worry about those kinds of thoughts, so where they came from was something I didn't understand. "How...are you so perceptive?" I asked in a faint whisper hoping that he wouldn't even hear me at all; but of course, he did.

"Because I know you. I pay attention to everything you do and everything you don't. I pay attention to all your likes and dislikes. I know when something is bothering you. I know when you try to hide things, because your bottom lip curves in a little. You bite it when your nervous. You are ticklish at your ribs, your not fond of Chinese food, your favorite color is green. Especially lime green..."

I was completely at a loss of words. The burning at the corner of my eyes was a sure indication that he was going to make me cry with all he was saying. He took a step closer to me, taking my trembling hands into his own. "Your favorite band of all time is Metallica. I've heard you sing Nothing Else Matters and all the emotions you pour into it...is unlike anything I've ever heard from someone. I know you dream to someday put out your own music to the world. Savannah Nicole Kelly, you are the perfect woman in every aspect of my life and there is nothing I would change."

The tears finally fell from my lashes. He tilted his head to the side before pulling his hands away to brush away the liquid from my face. I welcomed his kiss and the fluttering of my heart. These feelings were indeed foreign to me. In my eyes, this was true love and nothing would break us apart if I had anything to say about it. "Now, what's got you so worried about the draft?" He asked wrapping a comforting arm around my shoulders.

"Someone stealing you away from me..." I admitted, instantly feeling beyond stupid.

"That won't ever happen. I chased you for far too long to let it slip through my fingers now."

He slid his arm back down to my hand and then twirled me around before pulling me back to him. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Krys walking with Natalya. They barely made eye contact with me before heading inside the building. It wasn't a full minute before I saw Dolph pulling his bag behind him. "Dolph!" I shouted, waving him over to us.

"Hey, Savannah. What's up?" He asked.

"Do have a few minutes to talk to me?" I asked looking at Seth, silently telling him that I needed to be alone for this conversation.

As if he understood, Seth took the handles of both of our bags and wheeled them inside. It left Dolph and I alone outside. Clenching my still trembling hands into fists at my sides, I looked up to face Dolph completely. He looked at me all confused. There was a bit of worry behind those perfect blue eyes. "What's going on, Sav?" He asked leaning against one of the large pillars.

"It's Krys..."

"What about her?" He asked, instantly perked at the mention of her name.

I honestly didn't know where to begin; but knew that he needed to know how different she was behaving. Swallowing hard, I took a step closer. The heels of my ankle boots clicking against the concrete. "Have you noticed a change in her behavior lately?" I asked tucking my hair behind my ear. He immediately lowered his eyes away from me.

"Of course, I have. She's full of anger and most of it shouldn't even matter. Being mad at you for being happy...I don't know how to even approach her with telling her how wrong that is. You deserve to be happy just like anyone else. I hate how resentful she's gotten lately." He admitted lifting his head back up to meet my gaze.

"Maybe you should tell her the truth about your own feelings...and don't play dumb with me. I've known for a while now that you've harbored deep intense feelings for her."

All he could do was nod his head in agreement. The silence washed over us the second Natalya re-emerged from the building. Her long blonde hair was pulled up into a high ponytail. She stood with her arms crossed and her eyes narrowed harshly. "Is there anyone you won't try to take?" She snapped, obviously indicating my private conversation with Dolph.

"Mind your own business, Nattie. This has nothing to do with you." I countered turning to face her, unimpressed with her new found attitude.

"You do realize the Dolph is Krys's friend, right? You should be more concerned with how to keep Seth at your side when the draft happened in two weeks."

Her words were like a knife straight to an open wound. I already had problems with worrying about someone trying to steal him, though Seth assured me that it wouldn't happen. It didn't take long to draw attention from others. Krys hung back with her arms crossed in front of her with a glare I had never seen before. There was so much resentment aimed directly at me. Did she honestly think that I left her high and dry?

"Nattie, haven't you figured it out yet? Savannah is selfish. She has to have all the attention." Krys stated, making the open wound even larger.

"Oh right! First she had Dean, Seth and Roman all showering her with attention. Then, she took Roman for a while and when he wasn't good enough...she switched to Seth. What's next? Dean? Oh wait! That's your sister. You really are a piece of work, aren't you?"

Without thinking, I lunged only to be caught by Seth. He held me firm against his chest with his back towards them. The anger inside was boiling to the surface...to the point where I no longer cared if I got in trouble for striking another co-worker. She deserved it. "Let go of me, Seth!" I shouted.

"No, calm down. She isn't worth loosing your job over." He answered.

"Yes, listen to Seth. Spend as much time with him as you can...because if your on a different show, the odds of you keeping him are slim to none."

Seth pushed me back again, knowing how angry I was at this point. Making it to his locker-room, I burst into tears. In my fit of emotional chaos, I threw a chair against the wall. Seth pulled me into his arms and held onto me, allowing me to ride through all the emotions I was feeling at this point. He spoke no words, just let me cry. "Shh, it's okay. She's jealous that's all that way." He assured.

"She deserved to get her ass kicked."

"I know; but nothing of what she said was true. No one is going to change my mind in wanting to be with you. No one, understand?"

I shook my head against his chest, listening to the comforting sound of heartbeat. His lips pressed against the skin of my forehead. "I love you." He whispered and I couldn't help but smile just before saying the same back to him.

Krys

I walked next to Natalya. There was a satisfied smile etched across her face. There was an emptiness growing in the pit of my stomach. Even I know what she said to Savannah was wrong; but I just couldn't speak up to say differently. The betrayal I felt when it came to her filled me with anger that just wouldn't go away. "Did you see the look on her face? It was epic." Natalya gloated with a laugh, a laugh I wasn't too fond of hearing.

"You do realize that Seth won't be swayed to any other woman but her, right?" I asked.

"You really think he's that in love with her?"

"Yes...he always has been...as much as that fact hurts. I do know he loves her more than anyone he's ever been with."

Natalya narrowed her eyes, not liking what I explained to her. That was fine, I didn't really care what she liked or didn't like. I may have said that Savannah was selfish; but it didn't came close to the harsh words Nattie leaked out of her mouth. It was then that I turned to see Dolph standing at the end of the hall with his arms crossed with an emotionless expression on his face. I knew that look all too well. I was about to get a long talking to. No doubt about everything that transpired outside. It wasn't like I didn't deserve it. I let out a sigh and moved across the hall to join him.