Author's note: Hey everyone! That's right, I'm back for another Punklee fic. I can't promise it will last as long as my last one, End of Heartache did, but I'll keep this baby going as much as I can. I hope you enjoy. Here's chapter one!

Sometimes, AJ couldn't believe her luck.

Just two years ago, she was sitting in the airport, waiting for her flight to Florida to try out for FCW. She had been frightened and nervous, wanting nothing more to be able to fulfill her lifelong dreams and be able to take care of her family. And here she was now, involved in an angle with two of the most popular superstars in the WWE today- and one of them was the champion! How many divas could say that?

But ah, the champion.

AJ wasn't quite sure how to regard WWE champion CM Punk. He never failed to confuse her. Sometimes he would flirt with her, even off-camera; other times, he would simply give her a wink as he passed her in the arena. It made her almost prefer her interactions with Daniel- since their break up, he regarded her with cool professionalism and nothing else. He was simple, and while his brusque coldness with her stung at times, at least she knew what to expect with him. This was not the case with Punk.

"This is going to be so weird," AJ muttered as she brushed her hair idly.

"What do you mean?" Kaitlyn asked, glancing up at her. She was lacing up her boots.

"I have to throw him through a table," AJ reminded her, turning in her chair to face her best friend. "How is that not weird?"

Kaitlyn just laughed. "It's so cute how you stress over him," she said, tying the laces and standing up. Making out with Kane was nothing to you, and you're stressing over one little spot with CM Punk. He makes you all flustered!"

"He does not!" AJ protested with a stomp of her foot, then looked up at Kaitlyn with widened eyes as she realized her response had proven the other diva right.

"Just relax," Kaitlyn advised, taking the hair brush from AJ and setting it down. "You know what you're doing and so does he. Now come on, you have a segment with Eve to film, don't you?"

AJ nodded and rose to follow her, but her mind was elsewhere. No, she thought. I have absolutely no idea what I'm doing.


"Ready to go through a table tonight?" Daniel asked, clapping Punk on the shoulder with a grin.

Punk turned around, having been wrapping his wrists. "Just make sure to catch me, Danny boy," he teased, ripping the end of the tape off and securing it.

"You know I always take care of you," Daniel assured him with a grin. "But… another thing. Don't you think you should… lay off AJ?"

Punk frowned, looking up as he drew X's on his hands. "What do you mean?" he asked.

"Come on," Daniel replied. "You know what I mean. I know you're having more fun with this thing then just on-screen. Don't you think you should stop fucking with her head?"

"I'm not fucking with her head! I'm just having a little fun, and she doesn't seem to dislike it." He turned around to face the 'yes' man, fumbling with the cap of his black marker. "What? Don't tell me you suddenly care now or that she's your property again or something."

"She's not," Daniel answered with a scowl.

"Yeah, you made that pretty clear a few months ago," Punk agreed, folding his arms. "So what's the problem?"

"Nothing," Daniel muttered, shaking his head. "Never mind, all right? I'll see you later." He brushed past his long-time friend, leaving Punk alone in the locker room, confused.

Whatever, Punk thought, throwing his marker back in his bag. I can do whatever I want. If AJ had a problem with it, she'd tell me. He sat down on a bench, leaning his head back against the wall. He didn't understand Daniel sometimes. But what did it matter? Punk was enjoying himself, playing around with the geeky, spunky, unpredictable little diva. She was a refreshing change of pace. He liked her, and as far as he could tell, she liked him. It was none of Daniel's business.

Shaking his head, he stood up. He had a match to prepare for.


AJ stood just behind the curtain, taking several deep breaths. It would happen any moment now. She would skip down to the ring and interrupt the match between her ex-boyfriend and… whatever the hell Punk was to her. Friend, maybe? She wasn't sure. As usual, she had run into him in the hallway earlier.

"Where are you off to in such a hurry?" Punk asked, flashing her his usual devilish grin. He was leaning against the wall, arms folded.

"I have to film my segment with Eve," she answered, biting her bottom lip nervously.

"Oh, right. For our thing later." He pushed himself off the wall and leaned closer to her, bringing one of his hands up to her face. She felt an involuntary shiver run down her spine as he gently flicked a few strands of hair from in front of her face, tucking them behind her ear. He let his fingertips linger on her cheek a moment longer. "Wouldn't want to cover up your pretty face." He smiled again and breezed past her, yet again leaving her mind completely boggled.

Her train of thought was interrupted as her music hit, the perky, upbeat theme blaring from the arena's sound system. Taking one last deep breath she skipped out, making her way down the ramp and circling the ring. The men took no notice of her, as planned. Frowning, she bent down to the apron and searched underneath for the table. It was just where they'd said it would be. She pulled it out from under the ring and set it up, pulling the legs out and making sure it was steady beside the ring post. Then she hopped onto ring, climbing up to the top rope.

Now Punk and Daniel were starting to pay attention to her. Daniel stood below her by the table, waving his arms wildly in a desperate-looking attempt to stop her from jumping. Punk climbed up the post to talk to her directly, his eyes filled with concern and his voice sounding genuine. He was a good actor, she would give him that much. Suddenly, another plan of action occurred to her- one that would turn this match even more on its head, and show Punk just exactly what he was messing with.

Holding onto the rope with one hand, she placed the other on the back of his head and drew him closer to her. His eyes widened in confusion, trying to sort out what was happening, but before he could say another word, she locked her lips to his.

The kiss was short, lasting only a moment before AJ broke away. Smiling at him, she placed her hands on his chest and gave him a rough shove. He tumbled back, crashing into Daniel and through the table as planned. Satisfied with her work she climbed back down, smiling at the boys before skipping off to the back.

Let that give him something to think about, she thought.