Title: Lunatic'D

Main Characters: Dean Ambrose/Roman Reigns

Other Characters: Seth Rollins, The Authority, Naomi, Usos, various wrestlers/Divas
Rating: M (will vary throughout the story)

Summary: The Lunatic Fringe wakes up to a world he was totally NOT prepared for.

Disclaimer: Story idea is mine. Dean, Roman and crew belong to WWE and themselves.

Notes: The WWE storylines in this story are way off and rosters and champions and events are not true to current events. This story contains Genderbend. I know some people are turned off by that, but please give my story a chance. I'm my own beta, so I apologize if a mistake slips through.

Chapter 1: Something's Missing

A soft groan filters into the air. A body repositions onto its back. Seconds later, eyes flutter open. A head turns to look at the digital clock on the nightstand. The red numbers read 4:45am, an hour before official rise time. However, Mother Nature calls and it must be answered.

Darkness still claims the room, so legs swing over noiselessly and footsteps pad quietly to the bedroom, so not to disturb the sleeping form in the other bed. Hands grip the wall to help in guidance. The bathroom door is successfully opened and closed with a dull click. The nightlight is a god send because turning on the overhead light would have been brutal to still tired eyes and a fuzzy head. The body shuffles unsteadily over to the toilet. Hands fumble to check if the seat is up and it is. Those same hands reaches inside boxers to…to…hands reaches inside boxers….what the hell?

Panic starts to set in. Where did it go? Erratic steps are taken to the light switch to turn it on. A muffled curse and eyes snap shut as the bathroom is saturated in a blinding bright light. A few blinks later, eyes are opened. A gasp of utter astonishment breaks the silence.

And then? A scream!

-Shock to the system-

Roman is suddenly thrown rudely out of his sleep. He shoots up into a sitting position. His heart thuds wildly inside his chest. He gulps in large quantities of air as he looks around wildly for a few seconds. Was that a scream he heard?

He turns on the side table light. Immediately, he sees that Dean's bed is empty. His grey eyes pans over to the bathroom door and notices the line of light at the bottom.

"Dean?" Roman's sleepy laced voice calls out.

-While inside the bathroom of weird…-

"What the fuck?"

Horrified blue eyes are frozen on the image in the mirror. Dean reaches up to touch his cheek, but quickly snatches it away. Instead of being covered in stubble, it's surprisingly smooth. He touches his face again, this time his lips. Fingertips trace over pink plump lips. He then moves his hand to his dirty blonde hair that is now flowing over his shoulders. A knock on the bathroom door startles him... her out of her shocked haze.

"Dean? You okay in there?"

"Oh shit! Rome!" Dean breathes out in a harsh tone. She frowns when she hears that her normal gruff voice is now more on the higher side.

"Dean?"

"Yeah, I'm okay." Dean answers.

On the other side, Roman raises an eyebrow. "You sure, man?"

Hell no! I'm not okay Dean's mind is practically screaming. She glances over to mirror. Instantly she gasp and quickly crosses her arms. Last night, she went to bed shirtless. Two new perky additions has now made that action void.

"Uh….I'm okay. I think."

Roman takes a deep breath. This isn't the first time he has had to coax his friend out of a locked room. Also, he would have a clue as to what's going on. However, the big man is totally baffled. He mentally does a check of previous events. After the show he and Dean hooked up with Naomi, Jimmy and Jey and ate a late dinner at a Waffle House. Dean was normal, well as normal as Dean can get. Of course before they all stepped out, Dean and their former friend Seth Rollins had a few words. A small frown appears on Roman's face at the thought of Mr. Money in the Bank. But even that hiccup of the night wouldn't have done anything.

"It's okay man." Roman assures him. "Just open the door so we can talk."

Dean knows that she's going to have to face her friend eventually. She looks around the bathroom for something to cover herself up. Her eyes fall on the white terrycloth hotel robe hanging on the back of the door.

"Promise not to freak out okay?" she says as she puts on the robe.

Roman raises an eyebrow. "Why would I freak out?"

"Just promise me alright?" The panic in her voice causes it to tremble.

"Alright." Roman is greatly concerned. It must be pretty bad for Dean to sound like he's about to go into freak out mode.

-The reveal of all reveals-

He steps back as the door to the bathroom opens. Grey eyes widen then blink in disbelief. His mouth opens then closes, not sure as to what to say next.

"Rome?" Dean takes an apprehensive step toward Roman. "I know this is looks weird but-"

"How did you get in here?" The larger man finally blurts out. He glances over to the other bed then back to the female before him. "Where's Dean?"

"It's me. Dean! I don't know what happened. I woke-"

Still tired and now irked wrestler abruptly grabs Dean and proceeds to drag her toward the door.

"Hey! Uce, stop!" Dean frantically pulls against the grip.

"You're lucky I'm not calling security, Lady." Roman growls out. He can't believe the gall of this crazy fangirl. No matter. She has to go. And where the hell is Dean in all this?

Dean digs her heels into the carpet. She can't get thrown out! "Please!" She begs. "I can prove it!"

Roman drops his grip, spins around and completely towers over the unwanted guest. His eyes grow darker every second. "Woman, don't fuck with me right now. Unless he got his dick cut off overnight, he's a man. There's no way that you're him."

Here goes nothing. She sighs as she steps away from her friend. She turns away from him while undoing the belt of the robe.

"Getting naked ain't changing nothing"

"I'm not." The robe slips down enough to expose Dean's back. She moves her hair over one shoulder. "You can't get these kinds of scars unless you've been a few death matches."

The moment Roman's eyes hit the scars, the tension in his face start to lessen. He knows the stories behind how they got there. He's seen them plenty of times to know the patterns. Nonetheless, he needs to see one more thing. With a gentle grip, he pulls down the robe further to where it rests at Dean's waist. There he sees the one clue that completely convinces him: although faded, a jagged scar over where his kidney is located. Only he and one other person know how it got there.

"Dean?"

"Yeah, bro." Dean pulls up the robe and secures it before turning back to Roman. He could see the awe all over his face.

"But how?"

"I don't know! Like I said, I woke up like this."

This is a lot to take in. Roman sits down on Dean's bed. He tries to turn the situation over in his head. "Shit…"

"I know right?"

"I know we didn't drink anything last night."

"Even if we did, I don't think it woulda did this."

"You're right."

Dean starts pacing. She also starts to tap her fingers on her collarbone. Roman watches as a little smile appears. Yep, it's Dean alright.

"Well if it's any consolation, you're pretty cute as a chick." He says.

"No!" the pacing stops and she turns toward Roman, giving him a very dirty look. "Don't even, Uce. Not fucking gonna happen."

Roman holds his hands up in surrender. "But seriously. Now what?"

Yeah…now what?