A/N: Thanks for all the reviews and everything, everyone. They were very much appreciated. This is the last chapter, pretty fluffy, but hey, sometimes you need fluff. Hope you enjoy, if you want to leave a review, you can, and I will thank you. :)


"Hey, where you been?"

AJ looked up and gave Dolph a soft smile, tucking her hair behind her ears and shrugging slightly, "Just hanging out with some of the other divas, you know, the usual. It's weird to be so rooted for so long, but not really able to do much of anything because we're practically under house arrest."

"Yeah, it's like we have a week of no traveling, but it's not like we're relaxing," he said, opening up his arms to her. She came over, sinking into the couch, her leg tucked underneath her as she toed off her flip-flop and cuddled into his side. The cameras were mercifully not here, and wouldn't be around until their signing in a couple hours. She wrapped her arms around his waist and hugged herself to him.

"They were all getting ready for tonight," she said, and her voice could hardly contain the jealousy and sadness, not that she was necessarily trying very hard. "They looked beautiful of course. Layla had on this dress, I could never pull it off, but it was really pretty and Brie's dress was really nice too. None of them were really my style, but they all looked gorgeous."

"I'm sorry you can't go," he told her, feeling her tense against him before relaxing again. "I wish we didn't have the signing at the same time. I really feel like everyone should get the chance to go to the Hall of Fame if they want to, you know."

"It's okay," she said, though it was clear to both of them that it wasn't. "There's always next year, right? I mean, next year, maybe Lita gets inducted, and I get to see that, and I got to talk for a while with Trish, which was amazing, so it's not like I'm missing much."

"Babe, I love you, but you're not convincing right now," he told her, kissing the top of her head, "I just wish there was some way we could have gotten out of this signing. Do you think people would mind if E did it all by himself?"

"I don't mind meeting the fans, that's going to be the only saving grace for tonight," she told him. "I love meeting the fans, knowing that among them may be the next me, you know. Like I could be looking at someone who is going to be a future WWE Champion, World Champion, Diva's Champion, and I could be changing someone's life like when I met Lita when I was younger."

"That's a really positive outlook on it."

"I like to think so," she laughed. "You know what's really silly?"

"What?" he asked her.

"I actually brought the dress I bought months ago for the Hall of Fame. Isn't it stupid that I actually bought one months ago? I just saw it online, and it was too dressy for anything else, but I had to have it because I thought it was cute."

"Is that a subtle hint that I need to take you to fancier places?" he wondered, narrowing his eyes as he heard and felt her laughter. He grinned because he made her laugh when she was upset, but he kind of grinned every time he made her laugh because he loved making her laugh so much.

It was such a hallmark of their relationship. At the end of the day, their relationship was built on laughter, and he couldn't think of a better foundation. When he was sad or upset, she was there with a quip or a joke that instantly brightened him. Something he loved about her was her ability to laugh at even his corniest jokes. Sometimes he made a lame joke, and she would throw her head back and act like he was the next coming of Johnny Carson or Don Rickles.

"No, I just don't have much need for fancy dresses."

"Oh, I don't know, it might come up at some point."

"Not tonight," she told him, pulling away so she could look him in the face. She heaved a deep breath and gave him the bravest smile she could. "I should probably start getting ready for the signing. I feel gross from everything this morning, I think I'll just take a shower."

"Do you need help? If you're tired, you might fall and slip in the shower," he told her, giving her an innocent shrug that belied his not-so-innocent intentions. She looked at him for a moment, raised her eyebrow, and grabbed his hand, pulling him up off the couch. "Really? I mean, we did stuff last night, so…really?"

"It'll help take my mind off the fact that I should be getting ready for the Hall of Fame."

"Wow, sex to forget, I'm not sure if that's a good thing since it's not exactly like you want to have sex with me for me," he told her, "but on the other hand, I'd get laid, which is never a bad thing…"

"Do you want this or not?" she gestured towards herself. "I mean, you know there are so many guys who want a flat-chested short girl who can barely do her own makeup, and who's hair routine is blow dry and go."

"The saddest part of that is there are a lot of guys who want that when the woman in question is you, I'll take it upon myself to represent those guys so their love isn't in vain," he leaned down and wrapped his arms around her slim waist as they shuffled towards the bathroom. "I'm sure tonight will go great."

"I guess we'll see."

With the crowds of people waiting to me her, Dolph, and Big E, the cameras and video guys seemed to fade into oblivion. She felt more in her element here, among the fans than she did talking about herself to a camera. The people here wanted to see her, and she was grateful for that. There was always this lingering fear that they would open the session and nobody would want to come, but it was never the case, and she was always a little surprised by how many people wanted to see her.

"They like you better," Dolph leaned over to whisper to him. She subtly kicked him the ankle. They always joked that he was the "good-looking one," while she was the "other one," but whenever they were at something like this, he would always tell her they came for her, not for him. She knew it was a lie, but he saw her in a light nobody else saw her in, or at least nobody told her.

"Shut up," she whispered back to him as a girl came up to her, crying her eyes out already. AJ felt horrible and got up, going around the table to give her a hug. "Hey, what's your name?"

"I'm Abby," she sobbed as Dolph watched her, signing things idly as he watched his girlfriend comfort the young girl. AJ had a compassion in her that he couldn't get enough of, and it wasn't like all his ex-girlfriends were vapid, but none of them had AJ's warm heart. He could attribute it to how she was brought up, how thankful she was for the little things because she grew up with so little, but he had to believe that she was born with her good heart, and growing up only fed it like kindling to flames.

That's why he wanted tonight to be special for her.

"Abby, you don't have to cry," AJ said, "I love your shoes by the way, my favorite color Chucks."

AJ took some time to talk further with the girl, easing her tears before signing her things and sitting back next to her boyfriend. Dolph quickly reached under the table and gave her leg a squeeze. AJ glanced over at him, smiling softly, before she went back to signing autographs, bantering with the fans, and hopefully forgetting the ceremony that would be starting soon across town.

When the last autograph was signed, Dolph whisked AJ to the elevator, Big E following them, as they went down to their limo. "Hey," Dolph said before they got inside, "wait for a second, okay?"

"Alright," AJ said, standing on the sidewalk as Dolph grabbed something from inside the limo. She hadn't been aware he'd brought anything, but when he came back out, he was holding a garment bag. He gave it to her and she unzipped it. "Babe, this is my Hall of Fame dress."

"I know, there's a bathroom right over there, go put it on," he told her.

"What's going on, Dolph?"

"Would you just put the dress on?" he asked her. "I really want to see you in it."

"But—"

"Please?" he asked again, pouting at her. She sighed and nodded, walking to the bathroom, but not before glancing back at him every now and then, wondering just what he was up to now. Sometimes he planned these stupid surprises for her, and she loved him for it, but she hated not knowing what was going on.

She went into the bathroom, locking the door seeing as there was nobody else inside, and she didn't feel like changing with a toilet right next to her. She slipped out of her blue leopard print dress, and into the Hall of Fame dress. It was black and sleeveless with a high scoop neck with a triangle cut-out in the front (if she had cleavage, this was where it would have shown). It reached just to her knees, flaring out at the belted waist. It had a very vintage, classic feel to it, which was sort of her style, but was dressy enough for many occasions.

She grabbed her clothes and walked back out, Dolph, but no E waiting by the limo. "Wow," he told her, giving her the once over. "You look gorgeous, yeah, you're definitely not the other one tonight."

She blushed a little and looked down. "You really like it?"

"Yeah, and the Chucks look even hotter with you in that dress," he said, "come on, let's go so we won't be late."

"But where's E?"

"I arranged another ride for him, come on," Dolph pulled her into the limo, and she sat down next to him, wondering just what was going on and where he was taking her. The limo started to move, so they were obviously going somewhere. It couldn't be the Hall of Fame because it already started.

"Where are we going?" AJ asked. "We're like under quarantine, we're really not supposed to go off without someone knowing where we are."

"We're not," he said as their hotel loomed over them.

"The hotel? I don't understand, why am I dressed up to go back to our room?"

"Because we're not going back to our room," he responded as they pulled up to the front of the hotel. "What you failed to realize is that they have a really nice restaurant here, and I'm taking you for a private, very special dinner."

"Oh, baby," she softened as the door opened and he helped her out of the limo. She took his hand as they walked in. There was a steakhouse in the restaurant, and they headed for that. Apparently, they were expected because they were brought into a private dining room immediately. AJ gazed lovingly at her boyfriend until she saw the big screen TV set up in the room as well. "Dolph…"

Dolph grabbed the remote and turned it on. "Yes, looks like we haven't missed her," he told her, and she looked even more confused before she turned to the screen.

"Oh my God…"

"I pulled a few strings, and got the feed for the closed circuit television they're using backstage at the show, don't ask me how I did it or how much I may or may not have had to pay for it, just go with it," he told her, pulling her over to the table where two seats were next to each other facing the TV. "Come on, it looks like Trish is going to be next. I was hoping we'd get here in time for Trish, thank you for going so long whoever's been in inducted so far, which is Mick Foley it looks like, thanks Mick."

"You didn't have to do this," she told him. "You really didn't have to do this."

"No, I didn't," he told her.

"But you did anyways."

"I love you," he shrugged carelessly, "and because you couldn't be where you wanted to be, I brought it to you. Plus, all week you've had your life invaded, had to put your feelings on display when you hate that, had to talk about things that still sting, I wanted one night where you could just be you, not zoo animal AJ."

"And not a single camera here to take a picture or video of this moment."

"Nope, not a single one. Now come on, let's watch Trish Stratus get inducted."

"Thank you."

THE END