Summary: Seth Rollins and Amelia Farrelly are incapable of getting along, so why do they get that funny feeling in the pit of their stomachs every time they're around each other?

Amelia sat in the green room, alone. She was curled up in a chair, a book in her lap, when he walked in. She scowled when Seth smirked at her. "What do you want?" she asked, disgust dripping from her words when he continued staring at her.

"Who said I wanted anything? It's a free country, isn't it? Why can't I just sit here?"

She rolled her eyes, and continued reading.

"What are you reading anyways?" he asked, snatching the book from her.

"Give it back!" she shouted, jumping to her feet.

"Or what?" he asked, lifting the book above his head, out of her reach. She certainly didn't have her brother's build. She was thin, and under 5'5". She wasn't nearly as pale either, but she had the same eyes, and the same red hair that hung in curls down to her elbows.

"You're such a dick!"

"Do you kiss your mama with that mouth?"

She shoved him, but to no avail. He smirked.

"Whatever," she turned to walk away. "Keep the book, asshole." She turned to face him one more time before walking out the door. "I have better things to do, and far better people to talk to."

He just grinned.

She turned around, and came face-to-chest with Dean. She groaned, and rolled her eyes. He smiled and scratched his chin. "Get out of my way."

He raised an eyebrow at her, but didn't reply, or move.

"What's going on here?" Stephen asked, from behind Dean, making him turn. Amelia took the opportunity to push past him.

Dean gave a slight chuckle, and Stephen narrowed his eyes at him.

"I suggest you leave my sister alone," Stephen said, getting in his face.

"Or what?"

"Or you'll get a boot in your face." Stephen looked from Dean to Seth, who was smiling, and sneered. He turned back around, and put his arm around Amelia's shoulders, "Let's go."

As the two walked away, Dean walked into the green room, shutting the door behind him. "Gotta love those Irish tempers, huh?" he laughed.

Seth just shook his head.

"What's that?" Dean asked.

Seth looked at the book he was still holding. "Nothing." He seen the bookmark on the chair, and stuck it in between the pages where he'd been holding it open, then tossed it onto the chair.

Stephen walked Amelia to her locker room. "You want to tell me what all that was about?" he asked, referring to her confrontation with 2/3 of the Shield.

She shrugged, and shook her head slightly, "It was nothing. Seth came in, I decided to leave, and Dean showed up just seconds before you."

"You'll tell me if they bother you right?"

She nodded, and he turned her to look at him.

"I won't let them hurt you; you know that, don't you?"

"Yes, of course. Don't worry, I'm a big girl now, I can take care of myself."

"Yeah, but I'm your big brother, I'm supposed to take care of you."

"I'm older than you."

"Yeah, but I'm bigger."

She laughed and hugged him. "I'll be fine Stephen."

She walked into her locker room and shut the door, before getting out her bag so that she could change for the show.

Seth was left alone once more. He looked over at the chair, seeing Amelia's book. He sighed and picked it up. What had gotten into him? What was he thinking? Even if Amelia didn't hate his guts, Stephen did, and he'd never allow anything to happen between them. He took a deep breath and got up, leaving the green room.

He made his way to Amelia's locker room. He closed his eyes, and ran his hand over his face. Don't even bother, just leave the book, she'll find it. But despite what he told himself, he knocked on her door anyways.

"Just a second!" she called from the other side.

The door opened, and she stood there in her wrestling gear. "Oh, it's you!" the corner of her lips turned up in a sneer.

He reached out, the book in hand. "I'm sorry," he muttered.

She looked shocked. She looked at his face, then the book, then back to his face. "Is this some kind of trick?"

He shook his head. "I just…I thought I'd give it back. I'm sorry. Our problem is with your brother, not you. I'll leave you alone."

Her eyebrows furrowed, and her lips pursed. He held the book out closer to her, and she took it. "Thank you," she said, still unsure of his motives.

"Um…I've got to go."

She nodded.

He gave her a weak smile, which she, also weakly, returned. He turned away, and she shut the door.

She took a deep breath, and leaned against the door, holding the book against herself. She closed her eyes, trying to get rid of the feeling in her stomach. He was cute, sure, but he was also a jerk, and Stephen hated him. She hated him. He hated them. It was just pure physical attraction, nothing more. There were plenty of attractive guys, Stu, Drew, even Phil, that didn't mean she wanted to date any of them.

She sat the book down, and opened the door, looking down the hall. Seth was nowhere in sight. The man moved fast. She closed the door again, and finished lacing her boots for her match that would be in just a few minutes.

Amelia was headed towards the gorilla position when she bumped into Seth. "Oh, sorry."

"Don't worry about it."

She started to walk by, when she stopped, "Hey, um….thank you, for returning my book."

"Don't mention it."

She gave him another half-smile, and then walked past him. She stopped a few steps away and turned around. He was still looking at her. She walked back to him, threw her arms around his neck, and stood on the tips of her toes to kiss him. His hands came to rest on her hips, and she pulled away. "I'm sorry," she muttered, her voice barely audible. She turned and began to hurry away from him.

"Amelia!" He caught up to her, and grabbed her forearm. She turned around, and he pulled her close. His lips pressed against hers, and she gasped. She melted into him, and his arm went around her waist, holding her against him. When they finally broke the kiss, he whispered, "Good luck with your match."

She smiled a real smile.

After her match, Stephen had one, against none other than Seth. He grinned at his little sister when she walked through the curtain. He ruffled her hair and congratulated her. Her music ended and his began, "It's a shameful thing, they lost their head…"

"Good luck."

He grinned, "I don't need it."

She smiled and laughed.

She turned away as he walked through the curtains, no longer Stephen, but Sheamus.

She only made it a few steps, before she was confronted by Dean and Roman. Then she remembered, Seth's match was now, and they were banned from ringside.

Seth lost to a brogue kick, and he made it back up the ramp while the victor's music played. A few steps beyond the curtain, he found her there. Amelia was lying unconscious, through a table. He knelt by her, taking her hand, "Amelia, Amelia, are you okay?"

She groaned and her eyelids fluttered open.

"What do you think you're doing?" came from behind him.

He stood and turned around to see Stephen standing there. Stephen's eyes widened seeing his poor sister lying there. He shoved Seth out of the way, and bent over Amelia.

"We need some help here!" he shouted. He took her hand, just as Seth had done.

Amelia's eyes opened slightly. "Stephen?"

"You'll be okay." He stood back up, turning to face Seth. He grabbed him by the front of his shirt and slammed him up against the wall, "You did this, didn't you?"

"No! I had nothing to do with it."

"Don't lie to me. You and your friends-"

He was cut off by Amelia, "Stephen he didn't…"

Stephen sneered, "You're lucky I'm more concerned for her, but once I know she'll be okay, it'll be your head."

"Stephen, stop!" He let go of Seth and returned to his sister's side. He was about to move her, "Don't you big oaf!" He frowned, "Don't you know you're not supposed to move an injured person, you could make it worse."

Stephen glared at Seth again. He frowned and walked away, catching Amelia's eye for just a moment.

Seth returned to his locker room to shower. When he seen Dean and Roman sitting there, he glared at them.

"What's your problem?"

He didn't say anything, just grabbed his bag, and started rifling through it for his clothes.

Roman nudged him, "Dude! What's wrong? We know you lost, but you've never acted like this before."

"What's wrong is that you guys really hurt Amelia. Are you stupid?"

Dean frowned, "We were sending a message to that oaf of a brother of hers." He paused, gauging Seth's reaction. "Why do you even care? Or do you have feelings for her?"

He stood up, clothes in hand, "Yeah, maybe I do!" He left the room, slamming the door shut behind him.

There was a knock on the door, Stephen looked up, expectantly, then scowled once it opened. Seth stood there. "Haven't you done enough damage?" he shouted.

"Stephen, please, my head." Amelia had a headache.

"I…um…" he was suddenly uncomfortable. He had planned what to say, knowing Stephen would be in the room, the whole way to the hospital, but now that he was there, he forgot all of his rehearsed words. "Could I have a moment?"

"No." Stephen stood, crossing his arms.

"Stephen, it will be okay." He turned, glancing at Amelia. She nodded to the door.

He uncrossed his arms, and walked towards the door, stopping right in front of Seth. "If you do anything to her, I will beat you to a bloody pulp," he whispered, where Amelia couldn't hear.

Seth didn't say anything, just glared back. Stephen left the room. Seth walked over to Amelia's bedside, "How are you feeling?"

She shrugged slightly, trying not to wince. "I have some pretty bad bruises, two ribs are cracked and I have a concussion. Nothing serious though." She smirked.

"I'm really sorry, I had no idea-"

She cut him off, "It's okay, really. I'll be fine."

He stared at her, there were a couple of visible bruises on her arms, his eyes locked on them, and he was lost in thought. He was brought back when he felt her fingertips brush against his wrist, "Are those for me?" she asked.

He smiled and held up the bouquet of tulips, "I wasn't sure what to get. It was these or roses, and roses are more "I love you" then "Get well soon.""

She smiled and took them from him, smelling them. "That's sweet, thank you."

"I guess I should've gotten a vase to put them in."

"It's okay," she said, sitting the flowers on the table by her bed.

"This is for you too." He handed her a giant pink bunny. "I know how uncomfortable hospital beds are, so I figured it would be nice to have something soft to cuddle."

She grinned, taking it from him, "Thank you." She laid it on the bed next to her, and he sat on the edge.

"If I had known what they were going to do, I would've warned you, I would've tried to talk them out of it. I meant what I said earlier-"

She took his hand, "It's okay, Seth. I don't blame you. He does, but I don't, and that's the important thing."

He leaned forward, gently kissing her. Her hands found their way up, one resting on the side of his face, the other in his hair. He had one hand on her hip, the other on her back. His hand slid up her spine and she winced a little, breaking the kiss, "Bruises," she muttered.

"Sorry," he whispered, and pressed his lips against hers again.

They were interrupted by Stephen, clearing his throat in the doorway. "Really, Amelia? Him?"

She smiled, staring at Seth, "Yes, him."