Jekyll and Hyde

Summary: CM Punk's younger sister can't stand Jon Moxley/Dean Ambrose. She remembers him from when she and Punk were in the Indy circuit and thinks he's rude, brash, arrogant, and annoying. He finds her beautiful, especially when angry, and loves rile her up. When Punk just abandons the WWE by quitting she's left reeling and feeling hurt…and turns to the only man who has never abandoned her.

A/N: I've had this story brewing in my head for a while now and I think it's time to finally let it out to play…so to speak. I hope you all enjoy this one.

Warnings: cursing, violence, adult situations, and general crazy shit.

Chapter 1

Phil Brooks, known to the world as CM Punk, was pacing around his locker room while his manager tried to calm him down. Paul Heyman was having absolutely zero luck in managing to calm down the agitated champion. He had thought Punk would be happy with him for hiring some extra protection for him, but it seemed to only piss him off. The protection he'd hired were leaning against a wall while watching the scene unfold, each of the three men wearing amused little smirks on their faces. The three straightened as the door opened and a small female walked into the room, her dark brown hair up in a ponytail as her blue and brown eyes locked onto the still-pacing champion. Her eyes were a sort of chocolate brown color but had a ring of light blue around the outside, something her doctor told her was called central heterochromia, and she personally thought it gave her a unique edge over the other Divas in the company. She places a small hand on Phil's arm and he stopped in his tracks, making Paul sigh in relief and the other three look on with curiosity.

"Phil…will you please calm down? Paul…what the hell set him off this time?"

"I…um…I may have…done something he isn't happy about…"

"Not happy? Really Paul? I'm not happy about it? Wrong! I'm fucking pissed about it. I don't need hired bodyguards. I'm the best in the world at what I do and I do not need help to keep my title."

"The Authority is gunning for you Punk. Triple H is willing to try damn-near anything to take that title from you. These guys would just be a little backup plan."

The small woman let out a long sigh and put a hand on her head, mumbling under her breath about arrogant idiots and pushy managers which earned a chuckle from the three men against the wall.

"Phil! Enough! Look…I know you aren't happy about this but what's done is done. Paul already bought their contracts for the next month at least so there's nothing you can do about it. Be the strong champion you say you are and suck it up."

Punk growled softly and pulled the woman into a headlock, messing up her hair with his free hand and earning an elbow to the side for his efforts. The three men in black shared confused looks before the pair in front started talking again, punk rubbing his side with a wince.

"I forgot how hard you hit. Fine…I'll let Paul have his way for now…but I'm not happy about it."

"See there…you can be an adult."

The girl laughed and dodged as Phil lunged at her, dancing around the room to avoid him until she literally ran into what felt like a wall. A pair of strong hands grabbed her arms to keep her from falling over.

"Easy there Darlin'…no need to fall for me already."

"I wouldn't fall for you if you were a Greek god Moxley."

The man's eyes narrowed as he looked at her closer, only to widen as he put the pieces together. The woman had managed to wriggle out of his grip and pounce on Phil, tackling him to the floor before tickling him mercilessly.

"Amalthea Brooks….Pink's baby sister…damn you grew up good Darlin'."

The man now known as Dean Ambrose growled softly when Amalthea ignored him in favor of having an impromptu wrestling match with her brother on the floor. Paul rolled his eyes at the two before leaving the room to head to catering. Dean's brothers raised an eyebrow at his reaction but he waved them off before stepping forward, finally getting Amalthea to turn her attention to him.

"I remember you little spitfire…and I'm still interested."

"ell I'm still not interested so you can keep your interest to yourself. Come on Phil, let's go find your girlfriend so she can keep you form annoying me."

"Very funny Thea…I'm not the annoying one…"

The two siblings continued bickering as they headed down the hall towards the Diva's locker room, earning amused looks from people as they passed. The three black-clad men in the locker room had very different reactions to her words.

"Oh man that was priceless! I have never seen you get shot down so fast…I think I like her."

"Back off two-tone…she's mine."

"Doesn't seem that way Brotha…seems to me she wants nothing to do with you."

"Fuck you too Ro."

The two-tone haired man and the Samoan god both leaned on each other while they laughed at their agitated friend. Dean flipped them both off and stalked out of the room, though they followed him anyway because they knew he wasn't really angry just annoyed. Dean Ambrose was not used to being told no…and it made the other guy in his head get really twitchy and agitated. Jon Moxley was a very different man to Dean Ambrose, both of them were mentally unbalanced but Dean was much more tame than Moxley. Moxley was more violent and it was a constant struggle for Dean to remain in control so Moxley wouldn't do any serious damage to someone. Both of them wanted Amalthea though, it was one of the few things they ever agreed on, and having her blow them off like that had irritated them both. Amalthea had left Phil with his girlfriend AJ Lee and was heading to the locker room of another of her friends when she found herself dragged into an empty room and pinned against a wall. The black-clad form of Dean Ambrose was looming over her, crowding her and trying to intimidate her. Unfortunately for him she wasn't the type to be easily cowed by anyone.

"What the hell do you think you're doing? Get the fuck off me Moxley."

"Moxley ain't here right now…and believe me you don't want him coming out to play here. My name's Dean Ambrose."

"You do realize you're referring to yourself as two people right?"

"Yeah…I know. There are two of us up here. Moxley is the more violent one, likes to really fuck people up. I'm a bit more laid back but I can be crazy too Darlin'. We both want your pretty little ass though."

"Well that's just too damn bad because I don't want you."

She tried to push him off so she could leave but he let out a low growl and grabbed a fistful of her hair, yanking her back and giving her a look that she'd seen before when Moxley got angry.

"You listen to Mox real good girl. I always get what I want. I want you…and I will have you. One way or another I will make you mine Amalthea Brooks. You can run and fight all you want…it'll only make it more fun for me."

He leaned in an ran his tongue up the side of her face before throwing her to the floor where she looked up at him with a slight hint of fear starting to show. It had been so long since she'd last had to deal with him that she'd forgotten just how volatile and dangerous Moxley was. He stopped moving for a moment and then blinked at her, his eyes seeming to soften a bit before he held out a hand to help her up.

"Sorry about that Darlin'…Mox tends to push his way through when he gets upset. You hurt?"

"I'm fine. Stay away from me…both of you."

She stormed out of the room and ran into the other two members of dean's team, literally hitting the brick wall known as Roman Reigns. He helped her stay upright with an amused smirk dancing on his lips, the two-toned one bouncing on his heels next to him.

"Damnit…why are all the men around here built like fucking brick walls?!"

The two men shared a laugh, earning a pair of middle fingers from her for it, until a darker chuckle from behind her made her spine stiffen. The other men shared an odd look as the female growled softly and pushed her way past the two of them, growling over her shoulder at their team mate and brother.

"Stay the fuck away from me…I'm not kidding."

Dean just gave a short bark of laughter and slung an arm around each of his brother's shoulders, a twisted little smirk making its way across his lips.

"Damn…little spitfire's got a damn stiff backbone huh boys?"

"You still with us Dean?"

"Yeah, yeah. I'm still here. Mox messed with her a bit though…think he pissed her off more than anything else though. She's got fire in her."

The other two men groaned, knowing full well that Moxley being interested in the woman would mean that Dean wouldn't give up on trying to make her his. They loved their brother, despite his split personality, but they weren't sure if they should try to keep him away from her or not. They shared a look and decided to let things play out, see what happened before making a decision. By the time she rejoined her brother, ready to lead him to the ring for his match, she had managed to calm herself back down. She had on a pair of knee high blood-red leather boots with black leather accenting the red laces, the toes, and the heel. Her body was encased in a pair of skintight black shorts with an equally tight black crop top, on top of that was a blood red corset dress that had an open front and a long skirt that trailed a bit in the back. Her fingernails were painted black with blood-red tips and she had very light make-up done with the only bold part being the blood-red lipstick she wore. She took out her ponytail holder and let her hair cascade around her shoulders, shaking it out a bit to make it settle better. Phil shared a smile with her before his music hit, neither of them seeing the trio of men watching them.

"Wow…she looks good in that outfit…not my type really but damn."

"Mine Seth."

"I know that. Relax bro I'm not gonna try and steal her."

They watched as Phil and Amalthea went out onto the stage, the fans torn between booing him and cheering for her which made them all laugh a bit. The two siblings crouched down into Phil's signature entrance before heading down to the ring. Amalthea bounced up onto the ring apron and then did a little back flip, landing in a crouch inside the ring as Phil rolled his eyes and climbed in with a microphone. Phil spent a few minutes trash talking his opponent for the night, Ryback, until the big guy came out to the ring. Amalthea left the ring as the match began, watching everything closely in case she had a chance to interfere. Her chance came when Ryback had backed Phil into the corner and was stomping on him over and over, ignoring the Ref's efforts to get him off. Amalthea jumped onto the apron as the Ref got Ryback off and moved in to check on her brother. Ryback raised an amused eyebrow at the little five foot tall female that was glaring at him, until she backhanded him hard enough to knock his head to the side. The audience went silent for a moment until Ryback grabbed her by her hair and dragged her into the ring, her kicking and hitting not phasing him in the slightest. He pulled her up onto his shoulders, ready to slam her tiny body to the mat despite the Ref telling him to put her down, only to drop her as he took a spear out of nowhere.

Dean, Seth, and Roman had rushed to the ring after Amalthea slapped Ryback and Dean saw the look on the man's face. Roman ran into the ring and speared the guy right in the gut, causing him to drop Amalthea into the waiting arms of Dean as he slid in behind the big guy. The Ref called for the DQ but for once, Punk didn't care about being disqualified. He raced over to Dean's side as the other man set Amalthea on her feet, noticing she was shaking slightly after nearly being body-slammed by a guy three times her size.

"Easy Darlin', settle down now you're alright. Just watch Darlin'…we're gonna make him pay for this injustice."

Dean passed her over to her brother who cradled her in his arms while checking to make sure she wasn't hurt. The fans were screaming at Ryback for almost hurting her, she was a crowd favorite among the Divas. The three black-clad men surrounded Ryback in the ring, anger in each of their eyes and rage in one pair of menacing blue eyes. They proceeded to beat the man black and blue until he was no longer able to move, let alone fight back. The three men slid out of the ring and, after giving a last look to the sibling pair, left the way they came…through the crowd who patted their arms and backs as they passed, earning little snarls from Dean. Phil led Amalthea backstage and went straight to the trainer's room, ignoring her protest that she was just fine. The doctor confirmed what she said and she stuck her tongue out at her brother as her rescuers came into the room.

"See? I told you I was just fine Mr. Overprotective."

"Well sue me for worrying about my baby sister. I'm supposed to look after you and keep you safe. Speaking of safe…what the hell were you thinking?"

"I wasn't…you know what happens when someone hurts you Phil…I just snap and she takes over."

Phil sighed softly and then noticed their audience. He shifted awkwardly for a moment before holding out his hand to the three men.

"Thanks…for saving her when I…couldn't."

"Don't mention it. I'll save her pretty ass anytime."

Dean laughed at the glare she threw at him, though he was thrown for a loop when she walked up and gave him a brief little hug.

"Thanks for saving me Dean."

She walked out before he could even process her action, let alone react to it, with her brother trailing behind her and watching for any potential danger. Dean was still frozen in place as Seth started poking him and Roman snorted softly in amusement.

"Dean? Dude…are you in there? Hellooo? Dude snap the fuck out of it man."

"Huh?"

"The hell was that about?"

"She hugged me bro."

"Yeah we saw that…so?"

"Haven't had anyone do that in a long-ass time…except you two but those are bro hugs…not the same."

His brothers shared a saddened look at the reminder of their friend's less-than-great childhood. They each clapped a hand on one of his shoulders as they left the room to head for the hotel.

A/N: Hope you all like it. I know DID doesn't really work the way I'm describing it but this way works for my story. Dean and Moxley are two personalities sharing one body and they both work together.