A/N: Hey everyone! I know I've got too many projects going at once, but alas...this idea popped into my head because the more I think about it, the more I realize it could realistically happen, if not for the Twitter cuteness of said couple. Therefore, I am writing because...well why not?

He's home.

And he's angry.

But he's always angry, always in a bad mood. Always annoyed or frustrated.

And even though usually Phil isn't angry at her, per se, his constant wallowing of self-pity is beginning to completely drown her. The once fun, spontaneous, driven woman who was one hundred and some pounds of constant bubbling energy was now being dragged down into this horrible grave.

He was always known to be an unhappy guy, but he always pointed the finger back at the WWE for his main source of being so miserable. But now that he'd stepped away, it was clear that it wasn't the company AJ had called home for so long; it was his own brain. His pattern of thinking was destroying his entire outlook on life, and now it was destroying hers, too.

She often tried to find herself other things to keep herself busy, like writing a book or appearing on a television series. Phil would grumble about that, too, reminding her that if they were to ever live normal lives, she couldn't keep doing things that put a spotlight on her. But she couldn't just sit in their Chicago home like he'd hinted he'd like her to do. What she really, really wanted to do was to get back into the ring, but that simply wasn't an option. Without a doubt, her peers hated her for leaving when she did, and management really made their opinion known when they'd allowed for Nikki Bella to break her championship record.

That, and because she was hopelessly married to the man that left the company without real explanation until many months later; then proceeded to call out the WWE on every bit of bullshit he'd ever seen or heard of quite publicly. Knowing that in order to not suffer the same lawsuits, AJ chose to step away when she had the chance.

And to say she regretted it now? That was an understatement. She yearned to be wrestling again, but it just wasn't in the cards for her anymore. Punk had dug his grave, and she'd chosen to lie in it with him.

Phil was in the den, pacing. He'd been gone for a few days, training for his UFC career up in Milwaukee. She'd talked to him on the phone yesterday, where he told her the news that unfortunately, he'd suffered a significant injury that would delay his debut for six months.

Since they'd saved so much money between the two of them, earning money through UFC wasn't a huge setback. More or less, Phil really needed an outlet. Sure, he'd been seen at the Chicago Cubs games; he was spotted with AJ getting coffee. He kept up on his social media accounts. But AJ realized once they began to spend too much time together, it was almost...volatile for the both of them. His cranky mood would get her going, putting her in a bad mood, too. They'd start fighting, making the short time they actually spent together an uncomfortable, jumbled mess.

"What did the doctor say?" she nervously asked him. He shot her a frustrated look, and she bit her lip, her eyes looking away from the fire that was burning in his.

"He didn't. I didn't go."

She shrugged, picking up her tablet and opening up the Angry Birds application. She needed to look busy, or he'd start a fight.

"I am just so fucking depressed," he fell into the couch cushion beside her, burying his head in his hands. "One minute, I'm CM Punk, the Best in the World...and a couple years later, I could be in contention for the Biggest Loser."

Letting a giggle escape, she bit her lip harder and cleared her throat to pretend that she hadn't actually laughed at her husband.

"Something you find funny?" he asked, an edge in his voice that was only there when he got like this.

"The Biggest Loser is a weight loss show," AJ said quietly. "You and I both know you're in immaculate physical shape."

"Really? I always thought it was people who needed their lives turned around," he said back, and though his tone was flat, he was being serious.

"No, you goofball," she draped her arms around him, trying to get him to respond to affection. Sometimes it worked, and sometimes he shut her out completely.

As of late, he was building his brick walls higher and higher. AJ couldn't figure out why. They'd been together for so long now, been through so much already, that the fact that he was trying to keep himself protected from his own wife was slightly unnerving. For what reason? She couldn't even remember the last time they'd been intimate, nor the time they'd last talked about where the next step was for them.

As expected, he shook her arm from his shoulders, standing up. "I'm going to take a nap," he said with a sigh.

"I'll join you?" AJ wiggled her eyebrows suggestively.

"Ape, I'm not in the mood. I just don't know what I want anymore."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Exactly what I said. Do you need me to write it down for you?"

"You aren't happy with me anymore?"

"I didn't say that. I'm just not happy at all anymore."

Well, that was clear. But rather than dig deeper, she put her feet up where he'd just risen from, getting comfortable enough to play numerous hours of Angry Birds. Or, maybe if she got bored, she could play some more of her new Witcher game.

Anything to keep her mind off from the hours spent wishing her husband even acknowledged their time together.