This is it, last chapter. Oh, and remember when I said it was rated M for later chapters? This is that chapter.

Warning: Below there be a sex scene.

Thank you all and Enjoy!

Seth/Tyler sat on the uncomfortable mattress in the holding cell they had placed him in and rocked back and forth as his two personalities fought for dominance.

You're an Authority assassin! You're a HQ agent! You're an Authority assassin! You're a HQ agent!

He didn't know what to believe anymore as memories flooded back, some good and some horrible. He didn't want to be Tyler Black, but he knew somehow that that is who is born as, a monster. Seth Rollins was a figment created by drugs and torture until he believed it himself. But, Seth Rollins was a good and loyal man. He was someone he wanted to be, but wasn't.

The door to the cell opened and Roman entered with a tray of food. "They said you've been refusing to eat. I thought I'd come share my lunch with you."

"Thanks." Seth/Tyler said in a quiet voice that was unlike either of his personalities. "I'm not hungry."

"Ok." Roman answered and sat down next to him. Seth/Tyler tried to move away slightly and drew his knees to his chest, but said nothing as roman began eating a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. Seth/Tyler watched him carefully peel off the crust and place it aside before taking a bite. He could never understand how someone as rough and tumble as Roman Reigns didn't like a crust on his sandwiches. He laughed against his better judgement.

"What?" Roman asked through a mouthful of food.

"You're still taking the crusts of your pb&j's."

"Well, yeah." Said Roman with a laugh, "The crust is the worst part."

Seth/Tyler felt the smile longer on his face as his friend ate. Was Roman still his friend? After everything he had done? After being thrown in this cell to figure out who he really was? Alone.

"Why are you here?" He asked the big Samoan.

Roman shrugged, "Eating lunch."

Seth/Tyler rolled his eyes. "You know what I mean."

Roman swallowed the last of his sandwich and thought for a moment. "Because I believe Seth is still in there. I want my friend back."

"What if he's gone?"

"I don't believe that." Roman said. "Would Tyler Black remember I took the crusts off my pb&j's? Doubtful."

"So am I supposed to rot here while Tyler and Seth battle it out?"

Roman shook his head, "No. Regal was reluctant, but he's agreed to have a specialist come in and work with you to figure it out."

Seth/Tyler raised a confused eyebrow. "A specialist? Who?"

Roman clapped him on the shoulder, "You're looking at him!"

Three months later...

Finally, life had calmed down to a normal pace. Roman had brought back Seth as best he could and the Architect had been reinstated as an active agent. Dean was proud of him, but still found it difficult to trust Seth, but he was trying.

But, more importantly, Dean and Abby now had time to enjoy each other's company. They were finally able to be alone with one another without the fear of death or other catastrophe.

Dean couldn't help but admire her as she sat on his bed, wearing nothing but one of his tee shirts, looking absolutely gorgeous in the dim light of the morning. She, of course, caught him and smiled. He had to kiss her. He took her face in his hands and gently placed his lips against hers.

"You're going to be late." She said against his mouth. "The world isn't going to save itself."

He kissed the tip of her nose, "My world is here. The rest can wait."

She smiled and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him down onto the bed with her. He laid his head on her chest and she lovingly stroked his hair. He could have stayed in that position forever, letting her love him, letting himself love her. Her arms were his new happy place. "I love you."

She kissed the top of his head and breathed him in, "I love you too."

He lifted himself to his elbows so he could look into her beautiful dark eyes and couldn't help the flip in his stomach when he saw the happiness he brought to her reflected there . He leaned down and kissed her again, more passionately than his chaste previous kiss. She ran her hands through his hair and pulled him closer, smiling at the moan she enticed from him. She had her legs wrapped around his waist, holding him close. Not that he would have fought her.

His hands couldn't help but touch every part of her body he could, starting high on her thigh, to her waist, under the shirt she was wearing, to her breasts, where he lingered. His tongue ran across her teeth, which she opened for him and immediately and their tongues danced together in a ballet of dominance.

Her hands traced the line of his jaw and down to his toned chest and stomach, pulling on the hem of his shirt until she was able to lift it over his head. He did the same, pulling his own tee shirt over her head and leaving her bare to him. He took in every inch of her porcelain skin laid before him and couldn't help the feeling of need as it grew in his stomach. He gently kissed down her jaw and across her collarbone before trailing down to her chest. Her hands were in his hair as he took each breast in his mouth and gently teased her with his teeth, enjoying the small gasps she let out when he hit a particularly sensitive spot. He loved the way she tugged on his hair as her want for him increased, the way her back arched into his touch, the way she whispered her love for him as he worked.

Again he brought his lips to hers, kissing her passionately. Her nails again raked down his chest to the edge of his pants and unbuckled them without breaking lip contact. She slipped her hand inside and wrapped her slender fingers around him, forcing a gasp.

Their foreheads touched and they gazed into each other's eyes, mirroring their love for one another. "God, you are beautiful." He said through the pleasure she was giving him.

She smiled, "And you are my knight in shining armor."

He kissed her again, trailing his lips down her body, pulling her hand from his pants. It was his turn to show his love for her. He licked down her abdomen and parted her legs before dipping between them and tasting her. She moaned at the touch of his tongue and arched into him. Their hands entwined as he continued. He loved the sounds she made when he went down on her, they were like music to his ears.

"Jesus! Don't stop!"

He stopped then, just to torture her, and raised himself up with a mischievous grin even as she whimpered her frustration.

"Take your pants off!" She demanded and he obliged.

"Yes ma'am." He said as he quickly pulled them down and off, leaving them both naked to each other.

She grinned as she looked over his toned body from years of training and experience. "You're beautiful." She said lovingly and traced the scar at his shoulder, kissing it gently.

Again he captured her mouth with his as she opened her legs for him. He positioned himself there for a few excruciating moments before he broke the kiss. "I really do love you."

"I love you too." She replied. "Are you ok?"

He nodded, "I just want things between us to stay like this, forever."

She lovingly caressed his cheek and he leaned into her touch. "Dean, no matter what we go through, it will always be together."

"Then marry me." He said quickly as if the words couldn't escape his mouth fast enough.

She grinned that wide, loving grin he had learned to admire before nodding excitedly and he couldn't help the happiness that now flowed like a tidal wave all over him. He leaned down and again crashed his mouth against hers.

As if on cue, his cell phone rang from the nightstand. He broke the kiss and sighed with annoyance. "Never fails."

"Don't answer it." She said as she kissed at his jaw and neck while trying to pull him closer.

"I have to." He replied with a groan. He didn't even need to look at the receiver to know who it was. He hit accept, "Lunatic Fringe."

She smirked up at him, "Your code name is so sexy."

He grinned, but listened to the message on the other end:

Connecting to Headquarters...

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Connected...

Codename: Lunatic Fringe

Connected...

Codename: Big Dog

Connected...

Codename: Architect

Mission received. Use of Codename: Sister Abigail authorized. Arrive at HQ for further information at 0900.

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Transmission terminated...

Dean hung up the phone and threw it down on the bed. "Looks like we're both summoned. We need to get you a better Codename."

She groaned with frustration, "C'mon! I was so close!"

Dean grinned and looked at his watch. "Well, we still have a half hour. I can think of some productive things to do with the love of my life in that time."

She laughed and wrapped her arms around him again to pull him down for a kiss. He finally pushed into her slowly, allowing her to adjust to him. The both moaned and cried out at the feeling of closeness they felt when making love. It was like their bodies were in perfect harmony with one another. Each action and reaction a dance choreographed just for them. Even when they cried out at their climax, it was together.

When their dance ended, he laid beside her, out of breath and unbelievably content to stay here and kiss at her shoulder. "You make me very happy."

She smiled at him, "And you make me very happy."

"I want them all dead, I want headquarters burned to the ground, and I want Dean Ambrose and William Regal's heads on sticks!"

"We need to regroup. We'll get nowhere with the Authority in shambles."

She grabbed him by the throat and squeezed her nails into the flesh of his neck. "Why do I pay you Barrett? They killed my husband, I want retribution!"

He tried to pry her hands free, but her grip was sure and her nails were drawing blood. "Stephanie...I'll get it...done."

She released him with a shove, "You better. I'm far less forgiving of failure than my husband was."

DUN DUN DUN!

I smell a sequel!