A/N: Sorry for the wait. I was suffering a little bit of writers block. Thank you to all for your reviews. I hope you enjoy this chapter.

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AJ sat there and stared at him. A wave of emotions ran through her body; shock, awe, confusion, hope, happiness, but above all of those was anger. Why was he here? What made him think she would want to talk after all this time or even look at him for that matter? He was the last person she wanted to see.

"Say something please." Punk said quietly, as he made his way further into her office.

"Get out." AJ said almost inaudibly.

"AJ please I want to talk. I need to…"

"No! I said get out and I meant it. I do not want to talk to you. I don't even want to look at you. So do me a favour and GET OUT!" AJ said accentuating the last to words.

"AJ, please. You can't just ignore me."

"Why not? You've been doing it to me for 6 months. Why can't I return the favour? I don't even want to see you right now. In fact, you are the very last person I want to see right now." AJ stood and crossed the room to open the door only to be caught midway when Punk grabbed her wrist and pulled her back towards him.

"We need to talk about this. I'm not leaving until we do." He said as he looked down at her with sad eyes.

"Why do you all of a sudden want to talk to me? You haven't said a word to me unless it was for work since that night. Why is now so special?" AJ looked up at him with tears in her eyes. She just didn't understand what he was doing here especially after what had occurred in the ring at the start of the show. "I'm not in the mood to talk to you or anyone right now. So please just go."

"I can't do that, AJ. I crossed a line tonight and I didn't even realize it until Mick called me on it and said that you were upset." Punk said to her as she stood in front of with her arms across her chest defensively. "I never meant to hurt you. I know I went off script tonight and I am sorry that I said what I did."

"Punk I really can't do this right now." she said running her hands through her hair; more frustrated and confused than ever. She didn't know what to think anymore. For months she had wanted this moment, the moment when he would talk to her again but she didn't want it to come at the expense of her public humiliation. She needed time to think about this and needed to be away from his over powering presence. "I have a show to run. We can talk later. Come find me after the show."

"You promise? I really need to talk this out with you." His voice filled with relief.

"Yes, I promise. I will see you later."

"Okay. Thank you AJ, you won't regret this." Punk said as he headed to the door.

"I hope not." AJ said opening the door to let him out. Standing on the other side ready to knock was Paul Heyman. "I was wrong, HE is the very last person that I want to see right now."

"Why thank you AJ. I just wanted to come by and get your answer…Punk?" Paul said entering the office uninvited. "What are you doing here?"

"By all means come on in Paul." AJ said closing the door, not bothering to hide her irritation at the surprise visitor.

"I came to talk to AJ. What are you doing here Paul?" Punk asked.

"I also came to talk to AJ. She still hasn't given me an answer to my question." Paul answered. "So, AJ how about it? What do you say? You gonna marry me?"

AJ thought she would throw up on the spot. The thought of marrying Paul Heyman literally made her stomach churn and heave. "You have got to be kidding me! That was just for storyline, Paul! You know I'm not going to marry you. I would rather roll around in pig shit than marry you." She said trying not to heave.

"AJ before you say no think about it. Everything I said in the ring could be true. You have the drive and I have the experience. We would be unstoppable." Paul countered.

"I said NO. What part didn't you understand? The 'n' or the 'o'? Who would want to marry a smarmy, greasy, over-bearing weasel like you?" AJ responded.

"Listen to me you crazy, little spitfire. I have more qualifications in my little finger than you do in your entire mentally unstable body. You could do worse."

"Yeah if by worse you mean an actual weasel, then possibly." AJ retorted.

"You can't talk to me like that! Do you know who I am?" Paul said.

"Yes I do. You are the parasite that hitches himself to whoever he can and ride their coattails to further his own career and not giving a damn who gets hurt along the way." AJ replied.

"How dare you! I will have your job for this. Mark my words, you are going to wish you never.."

"PAUL! That's enough." Punk cut him off. "You are starting to blur the line between storyline and reality. You can't talk to her like that. Show some respect."

Paul starred at Punk in utter shock and he wasn't the only one. AJ couldn't believe her ears, he was actually defending her.

"Respect? What about her? She slapped the taste out of my mouth in the middle of the ring. That's not ecxatly showling a whole lot of respect to someone." Paul whined.

"That was scripted Paul. This little scene you are creating right now is not. Now you need to leave and go cool off." Punk explained.

"This is not over AJ. We will talk again." Paul said with more than a little bit of a threatening tone as he left room, slamming the door behind him.

Punk turned back to AJ, who was looking up at him with questioning eyes trying to find the words to express how she felt about the complete 180 he had done in a matter of hours. What was going on with him? Was Mick Foley's speech that penetrating? AJ was dying to know, but she did still have a show that was running. AJ was pulled out of her thoughts by a gentle arm on her shoulder.

"I'm sorry about that AJ. I don't know what just got into Paul. Are you okay?" Punk said to her calmly.

"I'm okay, thanks Phil. I can handle myself in a battle of wits." She replied with a weak smile.

"Yeah, I uh caught that. I didn't think you had that kind of venom in you."

"I learned from the best."

"Oh really, I wonder who that could be." Punk said with a grin. He was happy that they could still have a little playful banter like they used to. Even if it was only brought on by Paul and his outburst. It gave him hope that they could talk everything out and start to become friends again. "Well I would love to continue this conversation, but I have to go get hit in the stomach with a lead pipe, attack a legend and stare in shock at a mountain of a man. Will talk later?"

"Yes, we will bye Phil." AJ assured him as he headed out the door. She sank down into her couch in a ball of emotions. How could they just fall back into their innocent banter/flirting after not speaking to each other in 6 months? She didn't understand it, he humiliates her, then he wants to talk and to top it all off he defended her when Heyman was attacking her and he looked damn fine doing it. Confusion or not she was still drawn to him. Over the last 6 months he had been the source of all her best dreams, each of which started with the night they last spoke; a night that she desperately wanted to repeat, this time without interruption. Maybe now they could.

"Get it together AJ. He said he just wanted to talk." She said to herself with a hopeful smile on her face.