Author's Note: This is a semi-sequel to the short fic "Light My Fire". You don't need to read that to read this, however, it may help understand the very beginning of this a little better. Enjoy!

Chapter One

Emma pulls her hair into a ponytail as she makes her way out of the locker room. Lucky for her, and the other Divas and Superstars, they always seemed to have access to a gym in every city the visited. She looks around as she starts stretching her arms. When her gaze reaches the area with the dumbbells, benches, and pull up bars, she spots Dean with Seth and Roman. She's tempted to go over and talk to Dean. After their last encounter, she's been worried about him. She knows she's dumb for even thinking about him. It's not as if he would tell her anything. It's not even as if he'd want to be seen with her.

To top it off, she's still plenty embarrassed by her actions before she'd walked away that evening. Why on earth had she kissed him? So it was simply on the cheek. They weren't friends. Before that night they had barely talked to each other; and she's pretty sure she did the talking before that. She likely only got a grunt out of Dean. But here she is, wanting nothing more than to talk to him, which angers her for some strange reason.

"Emma," Paige says pulling Emma out of her thoughts.

As she turns toward her friend, Dean is looking over. She doesn't catch the small smile that appears on the man's face. Just as fast as it appears, it disappears even quicker. Emma smiles as she approaches Paige.

"Hey," she says.

Paige smiles at her. "I've been trying to get over there for ten minutes." She gestures over to where the members of the Shield are occupying. "They won't move."

"So make 'em." Emma holds her arms out and swings them in circles, loosening her muscles. "Or join 'em."

Paige snorts. "Join 'em? The Shield? That's a good one."

Emma shrugs. "They can't take up everything. And I want to do my weights." She turns on her heel and walks over to where Roman in standing in front of the dumbbells. "Mind if I grab some?"

Dean hears the accent he can't get out of his head, causing him to lose his balance in the middle of a pull up. "Fuck," he says as his hands slip on the pull up bar causing him to fall. Lucky for him, he still landed on his feet.

Roman raises an eyebrow at his friend. "Dean, you all right?" he asks.

"Fuck off," Dean mutters, wiping his sweaty hands on his shorts. "Fucking bar should have some fucking grip." He grabs the towel he'd placed to the side to wipe his hands better. "Piece of shit is what it is."

Roman looks at Emma. "Ignore him. And go for it." He steps to the side with the weights he has. He notices Paige lurking nearby. "Finally coming over?"

Paige frowns at him. "Excuse me?" she asks.

"You've been glaring over at us for the last fifteen minutes. Take some weights or whatever."

Emma smiles as she moves over to one of the benches. She sets the weights down before she goes back to her stretching. She sees Paige step up to the bench beside her a moment later. "So you left early this morning," she says. "New boy toy?"

Paige snorts. "Hardly."

Emma giggles at that. She grabs her weights. "Where'd you go?"

"Had to run to the store before coming here." Paige groans. "Do you ever crave something but can't find it? Times like this I miss being home."

"Definitely. I always want our native peach. So delicious." She starts doing her side arm lifts. "You went in search of something then?"

"Yeah. They have things close, but not like home."

Dean glances over and raises an eyebrow. "How can you two be working out if you're talking?" he asks clearing agitated. When Emma looks over, she's frowning. Dean has come to hate that frown. He'd seen it that night after he'd mentioned her dancing and it nearly broke his heart. Which is probably what's been pissing him off lately.

"We can do both," she states. She goes back to what she was doing. "So when am I getting my title shot?"

Paige laughs softly. "Bring it, Kangaroo."

"Anytime." She smiles at Paige.

"For fuck's sake," Dean mutters. He walks over to where he'd dropped his water, towel, and phone. He grabs his phone; luckily he actually remembered his ear buds this time. "Pain in the ass."

"Listen, jackass," Paige says, setting her weights down. "You don't own this damn gym. We 'ave a right to talk while we work out. Get over it."

Roman sighs and steps in front of Dean when he turns around. "Back off," he says.

Dean growls. "That little…"

"Dean, go cool off."

Dean holds his hands up. "Fine." He pushes past them and walks outside. "You don't own this damn gym," he mutters. "Fuck you, Paige." He sits down on the bench and stares out across the parking lot.

Emma frowns as she watches Dean storm out. She looks over at Roman. "What's with him?"

Roman sighs. "Who knows?" He shrugs. "Don't worry about him. He'll be fine. Just tends to be a little hot headed."

Emma nods a little as she looks over at the entrance again. "Excuse me." She sets her weights down before making her way outside. She finds Dean sitting on the bench and moves to sit down beside him.

Dean looks over and sighs. "You again?" he asks.

"Me again," Emma responds. She watches him. "Want to talk about it?"

"Nothing to talk about." He looks over at her. "What do you want, Emma?"

"Well, at least you remember my name."

"Don't go getting giddy about it. We aren't friends."

"Maybe not. But other than Roman and Seth, do you know anyone's name?"

Dean rolls his eyes. "I know plenty of their names. I just don't care."

"What happened to you? The last time we talked…"

"The last time we talked I had just got dumped. I was a pathetic mess. Now? I don't give a fuck. So if you want to get all buddy buddy with someone, go find someone else. Because it sure as hell ain't gonna be me, sweetheart."

"Hmm. Funny, doesn't seem like your flame has gone out." Emma stands up.

"What the fuck are you talking about?"

She shakes her head. "You kept saying that you thought your flame was dying out. You are wrong, Dean. It's still there." She shrugs. "You just need to find a way to bring it out again." She turns and walks back inside.