DISCLAIMER: Seth Rollins, Roman Reigns, Dean Ambrose and Triple H are the property of the WWE and/or the Sports entertainers/actors/superstars that play them. I have absolutely no claim on them at all. This fanfiction was written as tribute only and is not intended to infringe on any copyrights held by the WWE and/or the actors/sports entertainers/superstars.

The original characters in this story are products of my own imagination and any resemblance to them and real people, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

Road Trip

Part VI (The Conclusion)

The three of them jumped into the car, not bothering to put the guns back in the trunk. Seth had the keys, so he automatically got to drive again. Roman and Dean took their former places. Seth cranked the engine over as he handed Roman his gun. Roman handed both guns to Dean in the back seat. Seth backed up, then threw the car rather unceremoniously into drive and raced off as fast as he dared, putting on his seat belt as they drove.

"Be careful," Dean remarked as Seth struggled to get the belt on and maneuver the car on to the highway. "Imagine if you got in an accident and died now. They'd put on your tombstone, 'He died putting his seat belt on.'"

"Yeah? You'd probably make sure of that, wouldn't you?" Seth called back as the seat belt clicked into place. He was in the far right lane, but the middle one was clear, so he flicked on the turn signal and drove over.

"Absolutely," Dean said with a grin. "I wouldn't be able to pass that up." He looked out the back window. "We aren't being followed."

"Good," Seth said. They had been followed before, by fans that had recognized them, a hazard of being in the public eye, and one they usually tolerated, but they really didn't have time today to lose someone while driving.

They drove along, Seth having to watch himself from speeding. Yes, he wanted to make up for lost time, but a pull over for a speeding would likely cost them any time they would have made up and more, so he did his best to keep the car no more than five miles over the speed limit, and to watch out carefully for signs of potential speed traps.

As they reached closer to Charlotte, the traffic started getting heavier as it was now rush hour. "We are screwed blued, and tattooed," Seth muttered, half to himself as he saw the time on the dashboard, they were already five minutes past their late arrival time.

"We'll get there," Roman assured him. "Late, yeah, but we'll get there."

"This isn't very professional," Seth commented, gritting his teeth.

"If you're worried, I'll pay the fine," Dean said, shrugging. "I don't care."

"No," Seth said. "I'm just as much at fault for us being late as you are, maybe even more so."

"How's that?" Dean asked, hanging over the seat. "It wasn't your fault the rest stop was busy."

Oh, crap, that's right, Seth thought, remembering that they hadn't told Dean of the incident involving Caleb. "Uh," he said out loud, "Well..." He was hoping inspiration would hit him. None did.

"He feels responsible because he picked that particular rest stop," Roman said, lying smoothly. "You know how our Seth is. He likes to be in charge when we're on the road, so he takes responsibility for everything, even the things that are out of his control."

"Oh," Dean said and shrugged.

Seth's cell phone started playing a generic ring tone. It was sitting in the little coin area under the dash. Roman grabbed it and looked. "It's the boss," he said.

"Don't answer it," Seth said. He didn't like talking on his cell phone when he was driving and he really didn't want to be yelled at, either.

After a minute or so, the phone quieted. Less than a thirty seconds later, Roman's phone started playing Triple H's theme music. "Don't answer that!" Seth shouted. Roman looked at Seth, then at the phone, then shrugged and ignored it.

When Dean's phone began playing "Electrifying," Roman and Seth looked at each other. "Quick, give me a piece of paper!" Dean said. "C'mon, quickly!"

Roman opened the glove compartment and handed Dean a piece of paper from the car rental agency that listed various phone numbers. Dean grabbed it and answered the phone. "Hi, Hunter!" he said, his voice cheerful. "Yeah, we're on our way! There was an accident back in West Virginia. No, not on the main roads, we took the back roads. Yeah, that tied us up... no, really we're just about there...I can see the stadium from here! No, seriously, I can!"

Roman and Seth exchanged looks before Seth's gaze went back to the road and Roman's back to Dean who was still cheerfully lying about how close they were to the ring.

"Minutes, Triple H, it's going to be minutes. Seriously, we're almost on top of the place." He started crinkling the paper near the phone. "What's that? Huh? I'm sorry, the call is breaking up, I'm getting nothing but static. We're coming up on a tun-" he disconnected the call and looked smugly at Seth and Roman. "That's how you do it."

"Great," Seth groaned. "He thinks we'll be there in minutes, when it's going to take us at least another half hour."

Dean shrugged. "He'll go off, get involved in something else and forget. By the time he's done with whatever else he gets involved with and remembers, we'll be there. It'll work, you'll see."

Seth stared at him, through the rear view mirror, then turned to Roman, "Do you think it will work?"

Roman answered his question with one of his own, "Do we have a choice?"

"Good point."

Due to the GPS giving one bad turn, they didn't pull into the stadium until closer to 45 minutes later, which meant they had to park in the very back of the "house" parking. They leaped out of the car, ran to the trunk and pulled out their "business" attire and started running for the back door.

"Why are you still carrying your Nerf gun?" Roman asked, as they hurried.

Dean stared at it, then shrugged. "I forgot I was holding it, I was going to just toss it in the trunk. Oh well, I'll have to bring it in with me, I don't have time to run back to the car."

When they got to the door, one of the security people shook his head. "Mr. Helmsley has asked about you several times," he said, looking at them with clear disapproval. "You'd better hurry, you're in trouble."

They ran inside and down the hall, looking for either a locker room or a men's room where they could change. They thought luck was with them when almost immediately, they found a tiny dressing room, so small and out of the way that it hadn't been assigned to anyone. The three men almost tripped over each other trying to get in the door. "Okay, we're already in trouble for being really late," Seth said. "Let's at least try to avoid being fined for being out of-"

"Out of, what, Mr. Rollins?" came a voice from behind them, also entering the room.

All three men turned and two of them groaned. In all his glory, perfectly groomed and looking as if he had been sitting in an air conditioned room all day, stood their boss, sporting an expression that perfectly blended amusement, annoyance, and exasperation.

"Uh oh," Seth whispered.

"Shoot," Roman muttered, "busted."

"Hi, Trips!" Dean called, waving happily as if they were seeing each other at a party from across the room. "How's it going?"

"Are you gentlemen aware that you are late?" Hunter said, looking at them coldly. "And I'm not talking about just late. You had permission to miss the first call, but you assured me you'd make late call. Then you missed that. And then, when I spoke to you on the phone, Mr. Ambrose, you assured me that you would be here in moments. That was close to an hour ago."

The three men exchanged looks, but said nothing.

"Do you have anything to say for yourselves?"

Dean looked at Hunter and before anyone could stop him, raised his Nerf gun and fired. The foam projectile hit Triple H squarely in the forehead and then fell to the floor.

Roman and Seth froze.

Triple H stared at Dean, then slowly raised his hand to his forehead as if he could not believe what had just happened.

Dean shot him again, this one hitting his right shoulder.

Again, Hunter just stared at Dean as if he'd managed to grow a third eye in his forehead. "Dean, what the hell are you doing?" He asked.

"Distracting you from the main issue," Dean said brightly. "Is it working?"

"Not exactly," Hunter's voice was desert dry. "Don't bother to change into your business attire, gentlemen. Suit up for the show, you're coming in on the opening. Report to me when you're ready and I'll fill you in. And, Dean?" he looked over at Dean, his expression getting even sterner than it was. "Give me your gun." He held his hand out.

"No!" Dean protested. "It's mine."

"Mr. Ambrose," Hunter repeated. "The gun, now."

Dean stared at the gun, stared at Triple H, then at the gun again. "Do I have to?"

"Dean," Triple H glared at him, hand still outstretched. "This is not up for debate. You will give me that gun and you will give it to me, now."

With a scowl on his face, Dean handed over the gun.

"Thank you," Hunter looked it over for a moment, and nodded. "You may pick your toy up after the show."

"Yes, Triple H," Dean said, looking unhappy and annoyed at the same time.

Triple H turned and headed for the door. When he had it open, he paused and turned. "Oh, and Dean? One other thing?" As Dean looked up, Hunter aimed the Nerf gun and fired, hitting him point blank in the chest. Then, without another word, he turned and left the room, still holding Dean's gun.

Seth and Roman looked at each other and tried not to laugh. Seth was fairly successful, but Roman couldn't help but chuckle, although he tried to suppress it.

"He better give it back when the show is over," Dean muttered, picking up the "bullet" that was lying at his feet. "That's my favorite. If he breaks it, he's gonna have to buy me another one, that cost me forty bucks!"

Seth shook his head, wondering how much trouble they were in. He looked over at Roman. "Remember earlier, when we were in the car, and I told you that I was glad we were driving, that it was so much more relaxing than flying, so much less hassle?"

Roman nodded, grinning. "I remember."

"Well," Seth said, pulling off his travel shirt and reaching for his black T-shirt, "I lied."

The End.

Author's Notes: Well we're at the end of another story. Oddly, this was one of the hardest ones I ever wrote. I had trouble staying with it. But, I'm glad I did, people seemed to have enjoyed it.

Iremmy I hope the soap trick works for you and I hope you enjoyed the story through the end. Thank you for leaving me all those reviews, I so appreciate it.

jjramz Thank you, I'm glad you enjoyed the story.

Guest: Thank you. I try to keep the boys in character. Of course, what is considered IC may vary from person to person, but Shield, I figured, had a great dynamic both in and out of the ring and that's what I'm trying to show. Yes, sure Seth is frustrated with Dean, but hey, family always gets on each others nerves.

Everyone else who took the time to review? Thank you so very much, it means a lot to me.

To those who read and didn't review? While I appreciate that you've read my work, it doesn't do me much good if you don't let me know what you think of it, good or bad. So, can't you take those few minute? I'd appreciate it. And if you have an account on FFnet, I'll even send you a bright, shiny, thank you note that you can print out and frame, or ignore, or just admire on your computer screen, knowing you've done your good deed for an amateur writer today.

Until next time (and, unless something comes along that demands to be written first, the next project is the sequel to Chasing the Moonlight) take care and thanks for taking this journey with me.