WWE One Shots 2

Isolation ~ Seth Rollins and Dean Ambrose

*Mentions of depression.*

Narrator's POV

Seth ran his hands through his hair, sat down in his isolated room. Once again he was seperated from everyone else, away from anything that may cause any harm. After a tumultuous few months he had found himself in an institution in a bid to sort himself out once and for all.

Along the way he experienced numerous guards, but there was a newly appointed guy who caught his eye. His name was Dean, and he was drafted in as extra muscle to help against the rowdy guys. Whilst they are all fairly harmless when things get tough everything in the institute can be so unpredictable.

It got to the usual time when Dean would patrol the area, walking around the isolation rooms, checking on everyone. They may not be happy, but their safety was all that mattered to him.

He reached the room of a man with the surname Rollins. Half past three on the dot, just as it was everyday. He looked through the small peephole. Seth was sat in the corner, his head resting on his raised knees, his hands gripping his hair tightly. Usually Dean would be advised to leave them to it, let them deal with their demons in their own way, but there was something inside of Dean which meant he couldn't do that. He sighed, grabbing his keys and finding the one to room seventy seven, unlocking the door and walking in.

Seth slowly raised his head looking up at Dean. Dean shut the door so no one would see him, as he walked over so he was stood next to Seth who was still seated. "You alright?" Seth looked up, red blotches all around his eyes. Dean sighed seeing how badly Seth was struggling. "You've got to hang in there, you can never give up, however sad you feel please remember people still care, they'll always care." Seth had heard it all before, councillors, fellow strugglers, authors of books he had written, but there was something about the meaning in Dean's voice that made everything seem so sincere.

"You make it sound so easy." Dean lowered to the floor sitting beside Seth. He cautiously placed his hand on Seth's knee, showing his support.

"I've seen some horrific cases in here, but you, you're different. I want to help you, I shouldn't even be here, but I'm here because I care. I hate to see you fight your battles on your own, a lonely soldier on the battlefield." A single tear rolled down Seth's cheek. After hearing so many times that he simply wasn't good enough, to finally be given that vote of confidence that he had a purpose in someone's life gave him a small glimmer of happiness.

"I just want someone to tell me it's alright, make me feel like life is worth the fight." A small line of poetry that Seth had read one night, a few little words that had stuck with him since the beginning of his journey all those years ago. Dean smiled as Seth lightly smiled as he spoke those words.

"I'll tell you it will be alright, give you the strength you need. I hate seeing you everyday struggling, I hate seeing anyone struggle, but you're like my exception." Dean straightened out his work trousers, looking down at Seth. "I should get going before people wonder where I am." Seth's expression dropped as Dean stood up. No more words were exchanged as Dean kissed the top of Seth's head. "I promise I'll come see you soon." He whispered as he looked left, then right, and crept out shutting the door.

He wasn't lying, everyday Dean visited Seth to give him the motivation he needed. Just that small fifteen minute session they had daily was enough to give Seth enough strength. Small steps were made in progression as day by day Seth started to feel better and better, all thanks to Dean. He never thought he could ever feel this way again, but as he had regular check ups with the psychiatrist he realised that maybe one day he would find his escape route.

Seth sat twiddling the photo of his mum in his hands, two hundred and thirty days in a row Dean had visited. It reached twenty nine minute past as Seth heard the familiar jangle of the keys. Dean stepped in handing him a white envelope, watching in silence as Seth opened it. He scanned across it with his eyes, a small smile growing on his face. "What does it say?" Dean asked.

"It looks like I'm getting released." Dean had become so accustomed to Seth's smile, it was all he could ever be seen doing nowadays. Seth stood up as Dean pulled him into a massive hug. "This is all down to you, you've done this." Dean shook his head, refusing to take the credit.

"You changed your life around, this is all done by you." They pulled away as Seth read over the letter again, reassuring himself that what it said was true. He couldn't quite believe that this was finally happening.

"I hope this doesn't mean we'll lose contact." Dean looked at Seth in shock, shaking his head vigorously.

"No way, now we can see each other whenever we want." Seth smiled yet again, as one of Dean's guards could be heard coming down the corridor. "I gotta go." He muttered running out of the room.

"Ambrose! What are you doing?" The main guard walked over, bellowing at Dean.

"I was just giving Mr Rollins his mail, he's getting released." The guard looked over at Seth who smiled coyly.

"Well congratulations, what great news that is." Dean nodded in agreement.

"It's terrific news isn't it." Dean commented, as his colleague wrapped his arm around him, guiding him away from Seth, shutting his door.

"I know you think you've got away with it, but you haven't. You've changed that man's life and I'm so proud of you." Dean smiled in relief, humbly accepting his boss' praise.

Only a week later Seth was finally cleared, free to do whatever he wanted, all the things he'd dreamed of, but more importantly with Dean by his side.