A/N: So in this universe of WWE, the characters are who they portray on camera (I.E .Sasha Banks is actually Sasha Banks) but are working wrestling matches, with programing and creative. Sasha has a fictional fiancé because it seemed like a good place to start their friendship, but it's not Mikaze and we're all very happy for them in their very non-fictional lives.

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They used to tell him it'd be lonely at the top of the mountain, but he never believed them. It wasn't like Seth Rollins was some social butterfly anyway, he'd made a few close friends along the way and didn't bother himself with the others. If some of those guys were jealous, it wasn't really his problem.

When you worked with someone as long as he had worked with Roman and Dean that bond would always be there, but some days weaker than others. Today was one of those days. The program with Roman had forced them to give each other space, not wanting any old bad blood to seep into the match and ruin it. Seth should've known that Dean would choose a side, even if he didn't strictly speaking have to. Survival was in his nature. So Seth sat alone for most of SmackDown, having completed his promo for the match in the opener.

A Diva's match was on the monitor when Kevin Owens sat down beside him. They were friendly from both hanging out with the Up Up Down Down gang, but Kevin wasn't really one for small talk. They sat in silence, watching Paige and Sasha Banks have their match.

"Whoa," Kevin said after a minute, "Sasha looks really stiff."

"Yeah, I saw that, new style maybe?"

"If you look stiff compared to Paige, you're working too stiff."

"That's fair."

The match ended, it wasn't a particularly long spot. Sasha had the victory, but she didn't look happy, she looked exhausted. The camera cut to Paige, who was walking backwards up the ramp, furious.

"Something's happened." Seth said, looking intently at the screen. Kevin shrugged and said something about going to catering.

A little while later, he was joined again, this time by the pink haired woman herself. She sat down next to him with an ice pack on her knee, rolling her neck and not looking over.

"Good match," said Seth.

"I don't want to talk about it."

"Oookay." So they didn't. They just sat watching the next match take place in the ring. He stole a couple of glances over to her, she looked exhausted and frustrated, staring blankly ahead at the monitor. She kept rubbing her ring finger, sometimes lightly, sometimes feverishly.

Out of the corner of his eye he saw Paige emerge from the trainer's, the furious look on her face had not gone anywhere.

"OY. Sasha." She stormed over, Sasha sighed and turned in the metal folding chair.

"I know, I'm sorry Paige."

"What the ELL was that?"

"I'm just… it's not important, I know, I was a little stiff."

"A LITTLE stiff?"

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry. I'm having a week."

"Whatever baggage you're carrying around, leave it at the door. Don't bring it into the ring and put it on me."

"I know, I know. Paige, I'm sorry, alright? Won't happen again."

"I hope not. You're better than that, Sash." She stormed off again. Sasha groaned and leaned her head back, shutting her eyes tightly.

"You okay?"

She blinked her eyes open and looked over at him, having practically forgotten he was sitting there.

"Yeah, it's fine, Paige gets a little huffy sometimes, she'll get over it."

"We all have bad days."

"Oh even you champ?" she asked sarcastically, "Good to know."

"Yeah, I've had a few of those myself," he locked eyes on her. She looked down, it wasn't really her style to be callous with anyone.

"Sorry."

"Stop apologizing. And get some rest."

"Yeah, yeah, I feel that," she rolled her shoulders back, "think I'm skipping the party tonight."

"You and me both. After last week…"

She rolled her eyes and Seth shook his head. "That was a rough night."

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"Are ya sure?" Becky asked, again, as she pulled her hair out from the collar of her leather jacket. "You're not interruptin' anything, really. It's just Finn."

"I'm sure." Sasha was stretched out on her bed in the hotel room, swiping through Netflix options on her phone. "I'm just not in the mood to see everyone."

"Okay, you'll text me if you need anythin', right?"'

"BEX."

"Okay, okay, going." Becky closed the door behind her and waited for the elevator. When it opened, Seth Rollins stepped out, to her surprise.

"Oh, hey Becky, you going out?"

"Yeah… what about you?" He held two plastic bags from the convince store in his hands, "aren't you rooming with Finn while he works dark matches on this loop?"

"I am actually-"

"Cause that's where I'm headed…"

"Yeah, I- just wanted to see how Sasha was doing."

"How Sasha's doing?"

He shrugged, "brought her ice cream."

"Ookay," Becky raised an eyebrow, but didn't push. Most people had the good sense to leave Sasha alone, but Seth didn't always seem like he had good sense. She watched him walk down the hall to her room and knock, but the doors of the elevator shut before Sasha opened it.

"Forget your key?" Sasha asked, opening the door, but it was not Becky standing in the hallway. Instead she was met by the WWE Champion. "Seth?"

"Hey! I brought you something."

"You what?"

"You seemed upset, so I brought you something. It's cookie dough."

She looked at him for a minute, and down to the Ben & Jerry's label visible through the plastic bag. "Alright, come on in."

Inside he put the bags down and she returned to the bed, watching him carefully. This was weird. He knew this was weird, right? It wasn't like they were strangers, but she'd come into NXT just as he had left, and had only actually gotten to know each other in the past few months. He was champion the entire time she'd been on the road with them, and that was isolating for some guys because of backstage politics. They'd hung out from time to time, but they weren't friends. Not like this. Not like cheer you up friends.

"Okay so," he pulled out the pint of ice cream, a six pack of beer, and two plastic spoons, "we got cookie dough and Heineken, don't knock it 'till you've tried it, the dryness of the beer really compliments the sweetness of the ice cream, or some shit, I don't know."

She almost smiled watching him, Seth was usually pretty cool and collected, but when something made him full of energy, he was always a spectacle.

"We got compression socks," he tossed a ball over to her, she caught them with a confused look. "Because I'm guessing everything is just sort of aching right now. Promise I washed those."

That was true, everything was aching, it had been for a couple weeks now.

"And we got a DVD of Cool Runnings," he held it up with a big smile, "because no one has ever been sad while watching Cool Runnings. It's just not possible."

He popped in the DVD and opened up the ice cream, handing her a spoon and leaning back on the mass of pillows.

"Seth."

"Yeah?" he wasn't looking over as he set the subtitles on the movie.

"What is this?"

He met her gaze. "You're exhausted, you're distracted and stiff in the ring, your friends have been treating you like you're made of glass, and you won't stop rubbing your ring finger."

She looked down, her left ring finger was rubbed red. "Didn't even notice I was doing that…"

"And I've been there."

She must've made a face because he let out a deep sigh.

"I know, I know, I brought that shit on myself. I'm not proud of it, and I'm not saying it's the same. But breaking off an engagement sucks, and the only people who can understand how much it sucks are the ones who've broken an engagement."

She blinked away tears and looked away.

"I'm sorry, Sasha. And I'm just trying to help." He watched as she fumbled with her hair, not meeting his gaze and blinking rapidly. "Look, if you want me to go, I'll go. But I gotta tell you, you're in for a lot of lonely nights, and there were so many times I just wished I had a friend."

Finally she looked over at him, letting one of the corners of her mouth turn up into a smile. "Pass a beer."

He handed it to her and hit play on the movie. After a while, he got her to laugh, and it felt good to see her smile again. Sasha was charismatic, it was part of what made her so good as a character. That smile was infectious, her hair swinging as she tipped her head back. The movie was wrapping up as Seth finished his third beer, she was still working on her last one, and his spoon was scraping against the bottom of the pint.

"Aaaaand we ate the whole thing."

"Oh, oops. Don't tell Charlotte, I'm supposed to be doing this crazy cleanse with her."

"Gross."

"I know." She curled up at the headboard and looked over at him, "You're alright, Rollins."

He chuckled, "I'll take that as a compliment."

"It was."

"And you'll be alright, Banks. Trust me," their eyes met, just a few inches apart. "You might not feel like it now. But you're gonna be okay. And you're tough, tougher than most of those guys. Don't forget that."

She bit her lip for a moment, looking at his soft brown eyes. Then on an impulse, leaned in and kissed his cheek slowly. He felt a chill run all the way down his spine from the touch, and close his eyes. The moment seemed to last forever, though after a few seconds she pulled away and smiled.

"Thanks," she said very quietly.

"I got you."