Nothing in WWE is ever stationary for long. Things are always changing, evolving, growing. Sometimes for the better, sometimes for the worst. Mike closes his eyes after another nightmare, some scrambled mess about Daniel and The Fiend that leaves him gasping and reaching up into the darkness for something, feeling like he won't be able to move on until he figures this out- has answers for what he saw on Smackdown.

AJ stirs next to him and gently rests a hand on his chest, rubbing along his abs. "Husband, you ok?" she murmurs sleepily into his shoulder.

He smiles wearily and curls his fingers around hers. "Yeah, sweetheart, I'm ok. Go back to sleep." But there must be something in his voice he doesn't notice because she grumbles and rolls over, pressing kisses to his jaw and cheek. "Really, I'm fine."

"You keep waking up from nightmares," she mumbles. "Is it Daniel? The Fiend?"

"Yeah," he finally acknowledges, stroking her hair out of her eyes and wondering when, exactly, he'd gotten this lucky. She looks beautiful in the half-light streaming through their windows, sleepy and soft, and he leans into her warmth as she snuggles closer. "I need answers. I need to know what happened to him." He tightens his grip on her hip and exhales slowly. "I think I'm going to confront him on Smackdown."

She stares at him for a few moments. "Do you think that's wise?" she whispers. "I mean... he has a way of worming into people's doubts and weaknesses and using them against them. I don't want that for you, you've made so much progress the last couple of years between everything with your father and..."

"I'll be ok," Mike promises her. "He can't harm me."

AJ makes a face at him but when he eases her into a kiss, hands trailing slowly over her skin, she shivers and loses track of the argument, brushing her hair out of her eyes and sighing out a soft moan. "You don't fight fair," she complains.

He grins at her. "Nope. Never have, never will. It's gotten me to some really good places." She rolls her eyes but loses that as well when he arches up into another kiss, AJ melting into him completely.

Mike feels strangely hot, not in his body as he stands in the ring Friday and stares at the tron. Something feels... different about this, Bray going on as he does, speaking in riddles and rhymes and confusing everyone who's listening. Then he shows a picture of Maryse and Monroe and time skids to a stop, Mike unable to do anything but gape. It's a promotional picture for Miz and Mrs, yeah, but the implications are terrifying.

He loses it, leaves the ring in a hurry and rushes backstage, not even paying attention to what's going on around him as he searches desperately for his phone. Finally finding it in the stuff he'd left behind before making his way to the ring, he hits speed dial 4 and listens, biting his lower lip so hard he tastes blood. Finally, finally the phone clicks and Heath's eager voice greets him. "Hey, Mike, what's goin-"

"You're not watching Smackdown," he says, exhaling sharply. "Heath, it's bad, real bad, I confronted Bray Wyatt and he started waving around a picture of me, Maryse and Monroe, and- Heath, I think he's going to do something, you have to keep an eye out. Try to find the segment on Twitter or something, watch it. Then I want you to pack everyone up and fly out to California- we'll protect you, ok? The more people around the better, I really don't want you guys isolated right now."

Heath doesn't say anything for a long, tense moment. "Aw shit, Mike," he finally breathes out. "What'd you do?"

"I'm sorry," is all he can think to say, keep saying. "I'm so sorry, please- Heath-"

"I'll call and let you know about the flight," he says tensely before hanging up.

Mike stares at his phone and bites his lip, tears filling his eyes. He had just wanted to help- help Daniel, do something worthwhile, but now... now because of him and this stupid reality show they film together, making the world think that Monroe is his, well...

He'd just put an entire family into danger. And risked their secret in the process. "Fuck," he whispers, fighting the urge to throw his phone across the room. Instead, he puts it back to his ear and dials.

AJ sounds tense and uncertain as soon as she answers, and he knows she was watching. "Husband," she says quietly.

"I'm so sorry- AJ-" he gasps out, everything finally hitting him as his knees buckles and he collapses to the floor, tears pouring down his flushed face. "I didn't mean for any of this to happen. I really, really didn't."

She exhales, a soft burst of static against his ear. "I know, I know, honey. Take a couple breaths for me, ok? It's going to be alright, we'll figure this out. Have you talked to Heath or Maryse?"

"I have," he breathes. "Heath's pissed, I told them to fly out to California, that we'll... we'll help them. Keep them safe. I should've told you first, but-"

"No, it's fine, time is of the essence and all," she says. "You did the right thing, Mike. I'm not..." She sighs and he can envision her, holding onto her cell phone, eyes closed as she struggles to say, do the right thing in this ridiculously impossible situation he's piece by piece put them in. "I'm not angry with you," she finally continues. "This is something every one of us adults agreed to, over the years, and now we have four small children to protect."

"Yeah," he breathes out. "That's the main thing I care about- Sara and George, Monroe and Madison, they all need us. That's why I think having us all under one roof until Fiend finds something else to hyperfocus on will be good. I'd rather Heath and Maryse stay with us than be all alone over in Texas with no support in case he does try something."

"I agree," AJ says softly. "Are you flying home soon then?"

"As soon as I can get a flight," Mike agrees, overwhelmed again by how amazing his wife is. "AJ, I love you. So, so much."

She sighs, but despite all of the turmoil, there's still an incredible amount of affection in her voice when she next speaks. "I love you too, husband. See you soon."

"See you," he whispers before hanging up. He's struggling, there's so much running through his mind, so many things he needs to do, but he knows sitting here won't accomplish a damn thing so he squares his shoulders and forces himself to move, eyes set and determined. "Fiend, you're not going to get away with threatening anyone I care about," he mutters, quickly grabbing his things and heading for the exit to go home, prepare things to keep everyone he cares about safe and happy.