Disclaimer! I own no one in this story, but I wish I had all the rights to CM Punk!

Ok! I know I shouldn't be starting a new fic while I have two in progress and one on the way, but for some reason this wouldn't leave my mind!

So, this is kind of an experiment for me, I know nothing of the theme so if I'm completely inaccurate please forgive me! After all this is just fiction and a messed up product of my imagination ;-p

So yay for more Punkryse! I never knew this pairing would stick for long in my mind!

Enjoy this short piece… if you can!

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Saving her

The man popularly known to the WWE Universe as the Straight Edge superstar was making his way back to his hotel room when he saw them.

It was hard not to, and judging by the way they were all barely dressed he would bet on anything that they had turned more than a few heads tonight.

They were well ahead of him, the three of them huddled together and talking in hushed voices… he could also bet on anything that they were pretty much wasted.

He has seen them and their ways; they were the kind of women that partied all night long and then good part of the morning. Her night activities included drinking too much, smoking their lungs out and meeting a lot of guys that would go out of their way to get any of them.

Unfortunately, he has seen a lot of woman like them in his life span.

And he was pretty damn sure that he would meet a few more.

The truth was that he felt sorry for them; they were polluting their mind and bodies like there would be no tomorrow and no repercussions. And it was not that in his Straight Edge mind people that drank and smoke were unworthy, but there was a line to all this nonsense, and these girls had crossed it long ago… they were caving their own downfall.

He shook his head, thinking that it was such a waste that pretty women like them would live that kind of lifestyle.

But what was it to him anyway? Everyone was the owner of their own destiny, and everyone had the right to do with their life what they pleased, whether it was wrong or not.

He kept walking, focused on finally getting to his destination.

Soon enough he was going to walk pass them.

He had gone down to the lobby a while ago to get the pizza he has ordered, and now that he paid for it he was ready to go back into his room, lay back and watch a movie.

"Come on Maryse… please" He heard one of the identical twins mumble. Her voice carried a ting of desperation that made him turn to them and get a better look at what they were doing in the middle of the corridor at such ungodly hours.

He was sure that hanging in hotel corridors wasn't part of their night itineraries.

The two black haired ones, the Bella twins, were supporting what seemed to be a very drunk, very pale Maryse. The blonde was resting against the wall, her eyes tightly shut and her face marked with something that he didn't like one bit… he couldn't put his finger to it; he only knew that whatever was happening couldn't be good.

"What's going on?" He asked with a frown on his face while he approached them. That they were not among his circle of friends didn't mean he couldn't worry, after all they all worked together.

They were all part of a big family…

One of the twins, he couldn't tell which one, turned to face him. He saw that her eyes were watery and the expression on her face showed that whatever the situation was, it has sobered her up.

"I don't know! We were at this bar and then all of a sudden she didn't fell so well, so we left… now she's unresponsive and we don't know what to do!"

Phil walked even closer, and with the hand that wasn't holding his pizza he went to touch Maryse's cheek.

She was cold…

"Maryse" He called to her, patting softly at her cheek to see if he could get a response out of her, a response that never came.

He sighed, such a waste indeed. "Was she taking any drugs?"

The woman that was still holding Maryse to the wall shook her head. "We just had a couple of drinks"

"Look" He said a bit exasperated. "She might be overdosing here, so don't lie to me. What was she taking?" He could get a clearer idea of how to help her if he only knew what she had ingested.

He grew up in the streets of Chicago and he has also seen similar cases with some of the boys, he knew the difference between a couple of drinks and being drugged.

Maybe she mixed up something…

"Nothing… I swear it Phil! We just had a few shots… and not even enough to get drunk. She just… I don't know what's with her, we were having a good time and then she started to feel dizzy and…" The woman sobbed, clearly upset with what was going on.

Phil handed the pizza box to the woman to his left and took Maryse's face in his hands. "Hey Frenchie, wake up" He got nothing out of her; she just remained there, her eyes closed and her complexion almost ghostly. "Maryse, open your eyes" He slid two fingers down to her neck, feeling around until he got her pulse.

It was faint… so very faint that it was almost imperceptible. That was never a good sign in his book.

He didn't believe this was the result of a few shots, she had clearly taken something more, something stronger; but if the twins were not going to cooperate he would have to take her to the nearest hospital. And the sooner the better, he didn't like that she was unresponsive, he didn't like her faint pulse and he didn't like the way her skin felt so cold and pasty under his touch.

"Fine then, have it your way" He bent a little and took the unconscious woman in his arms, her head rolling to the side and against his chest.

He lifted her effortlessly, catching the scent of her alluring perfume as he did so.

"Where are you taking her?" The twin at the right asked, following him as he walked back to the elevator. This was not going to be the laid back, relaxed night he was hoping for… there was going to be no movie tonight.

"I'm taking her to a hospital" He secured her in his arms, pulling her dead weight closer to him so that the task of carrying her around would be easier.

He was used to carry heavier things, so he had no problem with her.

"I'm going with you" The two women said in unison, the one at the right rubbing her eyes to wipe the tears that had formed there.

He nodded, thinking that this was not going to look good for Maryse… nor to the company if it reached the public eye. "Well, bring the pizza with you"

Phil sighed, once again getting a hint of her aroma. No, this was far from the night he had planned; he already knew that this was going to be a long, long night…

TBC?