A.N: Aha! Your Straight Edge Savior of PunkLee is back! Sorry, I had writer's block, if you're wondering why i haven't updated in awhile. I promise to try very soon though :)

Well, this is just random requested oneshot collection xD Can't explain too well lol. Enjoy!

Punk hurried over to the counter, snatching his phone and pressing on 'Answer' not even looking at who was calling him. His phone was ringing constantly so might as well get this over with.

"H-Hello?" spoke a nervous voice from the other end.

Well this wasn't what he was expecting at all. "Hey, I didn't think you'd actually call." The WWE Champion was pleasantly surprised that the petite Diva called him. Maybe he made hints while in a tag team match against her boyfriend and the Miz.

She let out a nervous chuckle, "Well, I did. I wanted to talk to you about something!"

The tattooed Superstar smirked. "What about?" It wasn't often that he and the firecracker actually spent one on one quality time together. They were always with friends and fellow Superstars that he only had time to steal her away from the crowd for a few video game rounds. Now when Bryan seemed to start mistreating her he barely ever saw her again, and when he did she always looked unhappy.

"I…I guess I miss spending time with you and….Can we hang out sometime?" the pint-sized Diva managed to get out. The girl was nervous and it was understandable by the way Bryan treated her. The man had turned into a complete asshole ever since he became World Champ.

"What about Danny Boy? Wouldn't he be jealous?" Punk asked jokingly, but privately wanted to give his former friend a good beating for having the usual spitfire so nervous and sad all the time.

His heart went out to his friend at her next words. "He doesn't even notice me anymore, so no he won't care."

He thought about it, and then finally relented. "Okay. Wanna meet up for breakfast tomorrow? We can go to a."

The Chicago native could tell she was smiling. "Sure! I'll see you in the morning then. By the way, I'm staying on the same floor as you. Goodnight Punk." Ah, there was the A.J he knew. Chirpy and spunky.

He chuckled slightly at her tone. "Good to know. 'Night April." And just like that her birth name rolled of his tongue as he hung up. Hell, he liked her name. It was…. (This is very embarrassing for him to think) pretty.

The WWE Champion sighed, flopping down on the hotel bed to attempt to fight his insomnia.

AJ and Punk were sitting next to each other in the remotely warm café uncomfortably staring at the table. It's not that he did not enjoy her company, just never had they been in this position. Usually when they hung out it was fun, now there was the fear of being caught here. Things could get ugly with her and her boyfriend if he got the wrong idea of the two.

"Thanks for coming," she broke the silence, unable to bear it anymore.

Phil was happy the awkwardness was over. "Yeah, it's no problem, AJ. So how are you and Daniel?"

The Straight Edge Superstar soon noted not to mention her crippling relationship again. The pint-sized Diva broke down in tears at his question. His head jerked towards her head, trying to awkwardly pat her head.

"Umm…" The frantic WWE Champion looked around. All the others here weren't even paying attention to them; only one woman was as she glowered malevolently at him, jerking her chin as a sign to comfort the Diva.

Phil had no idea how to deal with situations like these. Now you could tell why his relationships pursued were always brief. Admittedly he had no tact.

Finally he motioned towards his chest. "I…umm…come on, bring it in, bring it in…" Thankfully the traumatized Diva melted into his arms crying her eyes out. The startled Superstar just kept repeating, "Its okay, its okay…. You're okay, you're okay…" while stroking her dark locks. Her head shot up, and she looked at him intently, still brushing away a few stray tears.

"We- We're fine," the pint sized woman said brokenly. It was only when she tightened her grasp, he realized she was gripping onto the sides of his hoodie.

The Second City Saint knew otherwise. "A.J, we both know that's a lie. You can tell me what's going on, you can trust me," he assured her softly.

The former firecracker nodded slowly and reluctantly. "H-He treats me like a possession….. even though he lost interest in me…. Daniel always accuses me of cheating on him…" Tears welled in her eyes at the memories. "That Championship changed him….. h-he isn't my Danny anymore. I-I get yelled at for no reason….he even tried to h-hit me once…"

She was full on sobbing now, and Punk felt a surge of anger towards his former friend while comforting a broken April. He knew he mistreated her, but he never thought Bryan would ever try to lay a hand on this woman. It made him sick that the man he'd once called his friend would stoop that low.

"Hey…shh...shhh… you're alright now….." he tried to soothe her, only for more tears to come. "A.J…" the WWE Champion started, "Just look at me, okay?" he asked desperately.

Her sobbing subsided a little, and then brought her head back from his chest. Her lashes were still wet with unshed tears.

"I ruined your shirt..." the distraught Diva murmured thickly, looking up at him. He noticed her hands were shaking, still clutching at his jacket sides tightly.

Phil brushed off the lone tears from her face, sighing heavily. "I don't care about that, April…" He pried her hands off, rubbing his thumbs along her hands to help pacify her.

Of all the things he thought would be on his agenda for the day, the Straight Edge Superstar wouldn't have guessed comforting a distressed and mistreated friend would be one of those things. Truth be told, he wasn't that close to her, they were just normal friends but he felt the overwhelming need to protect the petite Diva. She was just so fragile, so broken; sad… he needed to bring the old A.J back. The girl who used to laugh at his lame and nerdy jokes, who beat him at video games. He missed that A.J.

It was foreign to have a woman in his arms again. Punk never really was that type of guy, the one to understand women and to be a softy. It was always about his work for him, and maybe that's why his relationships were short-lived. The situation with A.J was different, he decided, All he needed to do was be her friend, to be there for her and probably convince her to break up with Daniel.

"A.J?" The tattooed man finally spoke after the battle of thoughts in his mind.

"Y-Yes?"

"I…" he ran a hand through his hair, trying to figure out how to phrase this. "I want to help you through this. I can see it's hurting you, and since it's probably no hope in asking you to break up with him, at least let be here for you." He was silently pleading her with his eyes, and she looked away.

"I love him Phil… and deep down… I know he loves me too, he's just afraid of his feelings for me." Through her voice trembles, A.J said this with belief.

So the poor girl believes the crap Bryan's been feeding her. That would be something he'd need to work on.

"Oh come on A.J, think about how he treats you! Do you really think he does it out of love?!"

"I... I don't know!" she exploded into sobs again, this time trying to manage this herself. "I'm just afraid of w-what he'll do to me one day….. h-he threatened to ruin my life if I ever left him…"

Punk let the guilt sink in. Of course he should expect something like this instead of being frank with her. He really had no filter between his mouth and his brain.

"He calls me a distraction…" A.J whimpered, looking up at him with tear filled eyes. He sighed and swept the tears away from her face again. It was a wonder no one saw this yet, for it would surely be on Twitter. The only good thing was that there were no wrestling fans in this café.

"Dammit A.J, stop crying you're NOT a distraction!" he muttered into her ear.

"Daniel says I am…"

Punk rolled his eyes at this. "Well Daniel is a jackass, so it doesn't count."

That earned him a weak chuckle and a smack on the head.

"Listen, April..." he ran his free hand across his beard awkwardly, "I'll be here for you, okay? I promise. I know we're not the best of friends, but I can't help but protect you from this. I didn't know before, and I'm sorry."

I'll be your protector, he thought to himself privately. At all costs.

So, what do you think? Too corny? Or try something with less crying? Review and remember I'm open to requests!

-SECC