Crossing The Line. - Becky Lynch x Seth Rollins.

Chapter Eighteen.

The sudden rise of temperature became even more prominent as Becky shut the door behind her, though their drenched state made the humidity feel refreshingly pleasant. "Sorry but, do you mind?" said Becky exasperatedly, massaging her forehead.

Seth was circling the huge machine, he momentarily halted his tracks to have a look at Becky, urging her to continue her point by raising his eyebrows.

"What exactly do you plan to do?" Becky gives him a look, gesturing at the place, all while still cautious about her volume. "We're just going to hide under here until your father finally reaches a relaxed heart rate, he's going to get up and snap out of it but it'll be too late, because by the time he gets here, Scarlett's goons will have already thrown us overboard and no one will remember we existed." Becky barely took a breath while speaking.

Seth, on the other hand, had finished a round at the machine and reached Becky by this time. "Becky, love, please." He held the latter's arms. "You're spiraling."

Becky's plaintive hazel eyes met with Seth's. "Can you really blame me..."

"I'm done hiding and waiting. It's time I do something ." Seth says conclusively, but before Becky could ask more, Seth pressed on, "We just have to figure out how to turn this off. I wanted to wreck it but... it might explode or something." His eyes shifted sideways and he released a sardonic huff of laughter.

"But, why ?" If it weren't for her overwhelming confusion in trying to keep up with Seth's train of thought, Becky would've been distracted by the strong grip on her arms and how close their faces were, as well as the revival of the use of the pet name earlier that Becky definitely didn't mishear.

Seth blinked, "wha—"

"We already turned. Why slow down?"

"Now that she's back to being in control for the meantime, don't you think it'd only be a matter of time before she realises we're off course and turns it around? Trust me, okay? I'm more certain what to do now. I can't explain—but I just do, alright?" Seth strokes Becky's arms in a reassuring way.

Sighing, Becky nods. "Yeah, I know... It's called intuition." She adds with a smirk, wanting to reciprocate Seth's efforts of being consoling.

"Oh, whatever Miss. Dictionary." Seth playfully rolls his eyes and goes back to examining the machine once more.

Becky doesn't want to get lost in another spiral, this time on how much she misses these small moments where they would lose track of time and everything around them, like nothing else mattered but the others' presence. Becky found herself stuck in a pit of uncertainty pondering about what lies ahead of this whole kerfuffle—she just isn't ready for that. Becky followed where Seth was, to offer some assistance instead, letting her legs take over her brain. After a few minutes of fiddling with the machine: loosening some parts and covering some steam vents, from debating whether to meddle with some wires to actually considering to just bash the mechanism and hope for the best... they finally noticed an inconsistency in the usual whirring sound and the constant reverberating.

They were both in a frozen state of shock until the boat slowly went to a full stop. Both of them instantly turned to each other, and that's when Becky saw it was Seth who managed to yank out one of the battery screws.

"YOU DID IT!"

Albeit Becky's aggressive tone, Seth felt it brim with genuine awe and commendation. "Thank you." He felt heat rise in his cheeks. "Come on," he said, taking Becky's hand. "Scarlett would know what's up soon enough, we can't stay here."

He led them out of the room and made a swift decision of running to the direction of the speedboat once more so their exit would be as discreet as their entrance, when he heard "What. The fuck , Seth?!" Scarlett's voice echoed in the narrow hallway.