Author Note: I appreciate the nice comment you've been leaving me with this story. It's been a struggle to try and get this to be exciting and romantic at the same time. Onto the next chapter, I hope you all enjoy it. Sorry, not much Savannah/Seth this time.

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Chapter 35: Will Power

Krys

"I suppose I shouldn't be surprise to see that look on your face." I said closing the distance between us.

"What the hell was that out there?" He asked uncrossing his arms with an unwavering harsh tone in his voice.

The way he spoke was like a million little needles taking stabs at my chest. It hurt. Though, I deserved every single ounce of the lashing, I really wasn't expecting it to come from him. This was a surprise and a well played out attempt by Savannah. To be honest, I had no idea what to tell him. There was so much built up frustration that it was about to explode. "I don't know..."

"Don't give me that shit, Krys. I know you better than that. You always have a reason for doing something. So what was your reason this time?"

Taken aback by his brash observation, I was at a loss for words. My mouth hung open slightly before shying away from his eyes. What was my reason? Jealousy? Hatred? Both? I didn't know. I loved Savannah, she was a great friend; but lately, she really hasn't had too much time for me. While striving to be Champion and being a girlfriend to a man I've had feelings for, she left me alone to battle my own ambitions without support from anyone. Except him, the man standing before me now.

"There is no excuse, Dolph. I fucked up and that's my cross to bear. My career isn't where I thought it would be. Savannah just seems to have it all right now and...maybe...I'm a little jealous..." I admitted.

He took several steps closer to me with a sudden smile on his face that caught me by surprise yet again. Everything he did just seemed to surprise me anymore. It was one of things I loved most about him and it was something I wouldn't change for the world. "There is no need to be jealous. She's worked hard to get where she is. If you remember, she wanted to give it all up. No one is perfect, not even her."

"I know..."

"Maybe you should just take some time for yourself and think things through a little better. She doesn't hate you. She's confused as to why the sudden change. Why the hostility towards her? Befriending Natalya is a bad idea all around, just and F.Y.I."

I couldn't help but laugh at his remarks about the seasoned veteran. It was then that I could see the warmth behind those perfect blue eyes. He wrapped an arm around my shoulders and issued me to walk with him. The gesture wasn't foreign in the least; but for some reason, this time it seemed a little different than before. Like it meant more to him and I wasn't going to object.

Becky

Sitting at home when I couldn't do what I loved was not something I liked. Having fractured ribs was annoying and the only thing that seems to come to mind was Roman. He's been in every single one of my dreams as of late and that's been frustrating as well. Grabbing the remote, I turned on the TV. Smackdown was just coming on and I could see all the fans that I should have been able to seen first hand instead of from a freaking television screen.

"Welcome everyone to special live Smackdown just three weeks away from the upcoming draft." Byron Saxton greeted warmly.

Summer Rae's entrance theme started up. It has been a while since they used her. The crowd wasn't in the least bit receptive to her appearance. Being the heel that was to be expected; but I hadn't heard who her opponent was going to be; but when the lights shifted to the stage and lowered in brightness, it perked my curiosity. Was it Savannah?

The darkened titantron flashed and then her name appeared in a maroon color, following her music. She walked out onto the stage with her arms outstretched. Her smile was contagious, because it got me to smile as well. The fans cheered for her loudly, giving her the reception she deserved. "Listen to the crowd John, they absolutely love the fact that Savannah is back." Byron commented.

"And she looks great." John replied.

Savannah walked down the ramp, slapping the hands of fans that had them out for her. Summer looked unimpressed with the display, so when Sav got into the ring she attacked her right in a matter of seconds. Falling to the mat after a forearm shot to the back, Savannah got to her knees and pulled Summer's legs from under her.

She moved to pick her up by her hair, only to receive a quick jab to her jaw. Studying Savannah's movements, I noticed that she was rigid with nerves. She was nervous that much was pretty certain. Stumbling back, Savannah shifted her body to get around Summer. Locking her arms around her waist then lifting her to deliver a German suplex.

The crowd instantly cheered. Not blinking an eye, she leaped off the ground into a standing moonsault; but Summer got her knees up. Holding her stomach, Summer swung her leg around catching the off guard Savannah in a spinning heel kick. Quickly going for the cover, she only managed a two count much to my relief.

Screaming out of frustration, Summer bent down to pick her adversary up by the hair only to be caught herself by a forearm to the face. Battling back into the fight, she twisted her body to give a swift kick to the gut before sliding through her legs and jumping up to deliver a neckbreaker. Climbing the ropes to get to the top, she took a second to aim properly before soaring off. Using a maneuver that is well known by Seth himself. The 450 splash. Making direct contact, she made to cover and picked up the win in her first official match back.

I couldn't help but smile and clap for her, until Natalya ruined it by attacking her from behind. She fell forward from the blow and then was tossed to the outside onto the floor, only to be thrown into the steel steps. Natalya stood and opened her arms, soaking in all the boos before turning to walk away, leaving Savannah holding her back.

"Well that sucked..." I muttered getting up from the couch to step into the kitchen for a drink.

My phone was charging on the counter when my eyes caught sight of the flashing light, indicating a message. Picking the device up, I opened the contents to reveal it had been from Savannah right before the show started. "Going to be opening up the show, so excited." The message read. Sliding my finger up, I hit the reply button.

"Great match! I wish I could have been there. It sucks just sitting here doing nothing...it gives me too much time to think."

Siting it back down, I moved across the kitchen to the other side for the bottle of rum and then slid over to the refrigerator for a can of coke. Nothing better than rum and coke to ease some of the crappy negativity I've been harboring the last couple of days. Taking the first sip, the warmth slid down my throat. It reminded me of the last party I threw here. I had to laugh out loud, realizing the irony of it all.

I had so much animosity towards Roman and now...all I could think about was him and how much I missed his company. Hearing my phone vibrate against the granite snapped me out of my thoughts. Swiping my finger up to read the message, I could see that it was Savannah. That was pretty quick. "I wish there was something more I could do for you. Is there something you want me to tell him?"

"No...it won't help."

And it wouldn't either. I didn't understand why Adrian was hovering my money over our heads. What the hell did he want from Roman? His face flashed before my eyes just as I swallowed another gulp of my drink. Damnit, this was pure torture. What was I supposed to do? Wonder if things were going to just go back to the way they were after Battleground was over? No, Adrian made sure there was a separation between us now and it got me thinking of the last conversation we had together.

"So then I loose you...how is that fair?" I asked.

"No it's not fair; but I'm trying to do what's best for you and being around me is not what's best for you." He answered

"I've told you that I didn't care about that."

"You have and look where that took us. Your entire savings is gone."

I had wanted to tell him that none of that mattered, that I had faith in the authorities to get the money back for me. I wanted his support, his comfort during this struggle. I wanted to be there for him during the suspension that was unjustly, because of Adrian's tampering...and I couldn't do any of it. None of it!

Without thinking, I moved my fingers across my phone's screen once again. "Where does Roman live?" I asked, hoping she'd give me the address so I could prove how much I didn't care about what Adrian said. I'm a fighter always have been and that won't change.

Seth

Stepping into my locker-room, I could see Savannah standing in a pair of shorts and a black lace bra. Nothing else. Her creamy skin was begging to be touched. Reaching for her, my fingers lightly touched her back. She instantly leaned back into my chest. Her phone was in her hand with an open conversation with Becky.

Trying not to read the messages, I pressed my lips against the curve of her neck. "You did an awesome job out there tonight." I complimented.

"Thank you. Becky just asked me for Roman's address." She replied turning around to face me fully.

"Why?"

The question was out of mouth before I could stop and think about it myself. The answer was obvious. Becky didn't want to wait around for Battleground. She didn't care about what Adrian said anymore. She wanted to live her life just like the rest of us. I couldn't blame her for wanting to do that; but the concern was Roman. How would he feel about her just showing up and ruining what he thought was best for her? "I think you know why." Savannah stated stepping away to grab her shirt that was hung over the back of the chair.

"Is that a good idea? Roman walked to get him to return the money, right?" I asked taking more steps towards her, trying to keep the distance between us to a minimum.

"Yeah; but who's to say that he actually will do it. He could be saying that just to get Roman to do what he wants. I know what I'd be doing if it was us in this situation."

I was instantly interested in what she had to say. What would she do if it was us in the crappy situation that Becky and Roman were in? Cradling the side of her head with the palm of my hand, my thumb brushed across her bottom lip briefly before touching the soft skin of her cheek. "And what would you do?" Asking her ever so softly, trying to hide my desire for her.

"I'd throw caution to the wind. I'd be with you through it all, through thick and thin. I'm a fighter, just like she is."

"Then you do what you feel you should do. I'll support you either way."

She smiled, leaning up to kiss me. From there, I deepened it by swiping my tongue along her parted lips. Begging for entrance. The warmth of her wet mouth was so inviting. She groaned into the kiss and it sent waves of pleasure straight to my groin. Flipping me around, she pushed me to sit down on the chair. Savannah then straddled me, with a leg on each side of me. Her core pressed against my hardened length.

Her fingers finished typing the message and then tossed her phone to the side, before returning her mouth to mine. Her newly placed top was already removed in the heat of the moment. She smiled in between kisses, obviously feeling the same desire as I did. Our tongues tangled together, as I felt her hand unbutton my jeans and rub against me. "Savannah..." I groaned in a low lust coated voice.

"I know...me to..." She replied softly.

Becky

It took a while to get a response from Savannah; but when it did come, I was surprised she actually gave me what I asked for. Walking back to my bedroom, I pulled out a small duffel bag and began to pack a few things. Two changes of clothes, just in case. Who knows if Roman was going to even want me there. It was going to be a long drive, so I needed lots of caffeine.

Stepping back out into the kitchen, I slipped on my shoes before turning back around to make sure everything was turned off. Opening the front door, the warm air caressed my skin in a breeze. It smelled of fresh rain, which was going to make the trip a little more difficult. Walking down the steps, I unlocked the doors to my car and threw my bag into the backseat.

"Okay...here we go. No turning back now. Thank you Savannah..." I told myself before turning the ignition and backed out of the parking lot, then out onto the freeway.