A/N: I own nothing, so don't sue. So here's another CM Punk/AJ Lee fic for you guys. The ones that I write seem to be really popular, so I figured I'd make another one. This is going to be a multi-chapter fic. This is Chapter 1, and I'll post the next chapter after I get 5 reviews. So if you want me to continue, then please review. Enjoy.

Look After You

A loud knock on CM Punk's hotel room door woke him up. Punk blinked into the darkness and rolled over to look at the alarm clock by the side of the bed. The dim red numbers told him that it was 3:15 am. "Who the fuck knocks on someone's door at three in the morning?" Punk muttered as he got up. He paused before opening the door as he was only wearing a pair of thin cotton pajama pants, but then he decided that he was too tired to care about what he was wearing. Stifling a yawn, he pulled the door open. "I was sleep–"

Punk stopped dead. In front of him stood a teary-eyed and disheveled AJ Lee, Daniel Bryan's girlfriend and WWE Diva. What is she doing here? He wondered.

"Punk." AJ whimpered, sounding on the verge of hysteria. "I'm sorry if I woke you, but I didn't know where else to go..."

"Um." Punk didn't know what to say. He was suddenly very aware of his bare chest. "AJ, what are you doing here?"

"I-if you don't want me here I can leave." AJ stammered, turning as if to go. As she shifted the lights overhead shone down on her tan skin, and Punk noticed a small mottled bruise on the side of her neck. Punk frowned. It sort of had the shape of fingers.

"What's that on your neck?" Punk asked, stepping out into the hallway.

"Nothing." AJ said, avoiding his eyes. She flipped her wavy brown hair over her shoulder, hiding the bruise from view.

"Bullshit." Punk moved closer to her, trying to ignore how good she smelled. Reaching out a hand, he gently moved aside her hair, noting the way she flinched when his hand toward her. Punk gritted his teeth when he saw the bruise. It looked much worse up close, an ugly shade of yellowish-purple. And there were definite finger marks.

Punk lightly brushed his index finger over it. He could feel AJ trembling under his touch. Something was definitely going on.

"AJ," Punk said quietly, keeping his voice low so as not to frighten her. "What's going on?"

AJ turned her head away, her gaze fixed firmly on the floor. Punk placed two fingers under her chin and tilted her head up until her eyes met his. He saw unshed tears shimmering on her thick eyelashes. "AJ," he murmured. "Tell me."

"I-it was D-Daniel." AJ finally admitted, her voice shaking with barely-controlled sobs. "H-he was mad that he lost his W-WrestleMania match. S-so he...he..."

"Did he choke you?" Punk demanded, his voice sharp with anger. AJ shrank away from him, a soft cry escaping from her throat. "No–no, don't be afraid." Punk said quickly, lowering his voice. "I won't hurt you AJ, I swear. I would never do that. It's not you I'm angry at, it's him. Just tell me what he did to you."

AJ heard the truth in his words and stopped trying to get away from him, but she still couldn't tell him. "I can't," she whispered, her brown doe eyes wide with fear. "He'll hurt me some more..."

"No he won't." Punk said firmly. "I won't let him." He reached out a hand to touch her shoulder and then stopped, afraid that he would spook her. AJ stared at him for a brief moment, studying him. Then she moved a little closer to him.

"Okay," she murmured. "I trust you, Punk." AJ took a deep, shaky breath. "After Daniel lost his title to Sheamus, we got back here and he, um, he started yelling at me. He told me that it was my fault that he lost his title because I kissed him before the match started. He said that I was a distraction. So I started arguing with him and that's when he...when he..."

AJ broke off, her throat closing up with tears. Punk pulled her into him and she crumpled against his chest. "Shh," he murmured, rocking her back and forth and stroking her hair, trying to comfort her. "It's okay. You're safe now."

"I'm so scared Punk." AJ whispered into his chest, her voice thick with sobs. "He'll be in such a rage when I get back..."

"What?" Punk exclaimed. He took AJ's tear-streaked face in his hands and looked into her red-rimmed eyes. "You're not going back there."

"But if I don't he'll come find me." AJ whimpered, her entire body shaking with terror.

"You can stay with me." Punk decided. "He won't be able to get to you here. I won't let him come near you."

AJ gazed up at him, uncertainty clear in her brown gaze. "I don't know..."

"AJ." Punk brushed his thumb across her cheek without even realizing it. "Please stay here, where I can protect you. Don't go back, 'cause if you do than I'm gonna have to go after you, and it won't be a pretty sight if I find him there too."

For the first time in a long time AJ felt a surge of hope. Punk had actually listened to her, he hadn't dismissed her story or turned her away. Instead he was offering to protect her from her abusive boyfriend. A warm wave of affection for Punk washed over her. That was a new emotion too. All she felt for Daniel was fear. "Okay," she whispered, giving in. "I'll stay."

Punk nodded. He untangled himself from her and turned to go into his room. Before he made it through the doorway he felt a small hand slip into his. Punk looked his shoulder at AJ and flashed her a reassuring smile. "It's okay," he repeated. Then he led her into his room.

AJ stood hesitantly in the middle of the room while Punk shut the door. It was dark, but she felt relaxed and calm for the first time since she started dating Daniel. Punk made her feel safe and wanted, and deep down she knew that he would never in a million years hurt her like Daniel did.

"Hang on a sec." Punk said from somewhere to her left. It was too dark to see him, but a couple of minutes later one of the bedside lamps switched on, illuminating the room. Punk straightened up, the muscles in his bare back flexing. "Uh," he said, surveying the messy room. "Sorry about the mess. I wasn't really expecting company at three in the morning."

"Oh, I'm sorry." AJ apologized.

"No, no, I'm actually kind of flattered that you chose me to dump all of your emotional issues on." Punk joked, crossing to his suitcase and rummaging around, searching for a clean T-shirt.

"Oh, don't do that." AJ blurted without thinking. Punk lifted his head and raised one eyebrow at her.

"What, you like me better with my shirt off?" he asked.

AJ blushed fiercely. "I–no–that's not what I–" she stammered. She finally gave up trying to explain herself and was silent.

"That's okay. You and half the female population of the world." Punk chuckled. He stood up and glanced at her. AJ was still wearing the wrestling gear she'd worn earlier that night. The faint glow of the lamp light lit up one side of her face and cast the other side into shadow, making her look sadder. Punk frowned.

"What is it?" AJ asked, noticing this.

"You shouldn't be sad." Punk murmured. "Life's too short to be sad."

AJ was suddenly struck by the truth of his words, and a hard lump entered her throat.

"Hey, don't do that." Punk said, noticing the wetness of her eyes. "Come on, don't cry." He crossed the room and pulled her into his arms again. "I hate it when you cry," he murmured, rubbing soothing circles across her back.

AJ closed her eyes and melted into the warmth of Punk's embrace. She hadn't been held like that in so long that it almost felt surreal.

After AJ had calmed down, Punk released her, looking slightly embarrassed. "Um, do you need something to sleep in?"

AJ rubbed her hand absently against the sleek fabric of her wrestling shorts. "Yeah, if you have something."

Punk grinned, and to AJ it was as if the clouds had parted and sunlight was pouring through, warming her from head to toe. "Oh, I'm sure I can find something," he said mischievously. He went back to his suitcase and tossed a few things out until he found what he was looking for. He dug it out and handed it to her. "Here you go."

AJ unfolded the shirt and held it up. "Oh," she exclaimed when she saw the CM Punk logo stamped on the front of the gray shirt. Around the logo were the words, "In Punk We Trust".

"Get it?" Punk asked, his grin widening. "You said you trust me, remember?"

Suddenly, AJ smiled. Punk blinked, wondering he'd imagined it. He hadn't seen AJ smile since she got together with that jackass. Her smile was worth a million dollars to him.

"I remember," AJ whispered, "and I meant it." She hugged the shirt to her chest and turned in a slow circle. "Um..."

Punk caught on to what she was looking for, and he pointed down a side hall. "Bathroom's first door on the left," he told her. "Oh and here..." He handed her a clean pair of his sweatpants.

"Thanks," she said. She padded away down the hall and Punk heard the door shut and lock.

Punk let out the breath he'd been holding ever since he had let AJ into his room. Quickly he darted around, picking things up and either hiding them under the bed or in his suitcase. In the process he bumped a light sitting on the nightstand. The lamp tumbled off, but Punk's hand shot out lightning-quick and caught it before it hit the floor. He set it back on the nightstand and stood next to it, looking over the rest of the room. It was still dirty, but not as bad as before. Satisfied, Punk sat down on the bed to wait.

About five minutes later the bathroom door opened, and AJ emerged. Punk's breath caught in his throat when he saw her. His sweatpants were way too big, but she had rolled the pant legs up and made them into capris. His shirt swamped her, but she tied the hem back with a rubber band. All in all, he thought she looked stunning.

"How do I look?" AJ asked, twirling around playfully.

"Beautiful." Punk breathed. A deep blush colored AJ's cheeks.

"No one's ever told me that before." she said softly, tucking a strand of chocolate brown hair behind her ear.

"What?" Punk blinked in surprise. AJ was the prettiest woman he'd ever met. "Why not?"

AJ shrugged. "Well...Daniel's never told me..."

Punk scowled at the mention of AJ's abusive boyfriend. "Yeah, well, he's not the brightest tool in the shed either," he growled. Then the dark look lifted from his face and he smiled sweetly at AJ. "Are you hungry?"

AJ nodded.

Punk stood up and offered his hand to her. "Shall we?"

AJ looked up into his eyes and saw nothing but warmth and kindness there. With a small smile she took his hand. "Sure."