A/N: Not sure if it seemed like this was over, buuut it's not. So guys! This is the last chapter! What am I going to do with myself when I don't have my wonderful Punk to sweep AJ off her feet? I hope this story has been as much fun for you guys to read as it was for me to write. Thanks so much for staying with me through all of this and I can't express how much this means to me. You can, uh, still review you know(: Happy reading!
Hey guys. Serious topic now. My grandma is in the hospital. She has good vital signs but her eyes are "fixed" which mean she's got brain damage. She probably won't be waking up. I just wanted to thank you for your support. Every time I check and see your positive reviews I feel a little bit better. Again, thank you.
AJ
AJ woke with a start, alone in the darkness of her hotel room, and out of breath. She sat slowly and pulled her blanket clad knees to her chest. Her breathing seemed loud in the quiet of her room. She glanced at the clock on the bedside table. It read 3:45 and the absence of light from the edges of the window indicated it was 3:45 in the morning. She grabbed her phone and realized, with a strange drop in her stomach, that she, along with the rest of the company, was still in Dallas. She dropped her phone to the bed and threw her legs over the edge. She groped along the wall, stumbling into the bathroom. She blinked blindly against the bright light and looked in the mirror. Her eyes widened and she gently lifted an (un-casted) arm to touch her unblemished skin.
"It was a dream," she whispered to her reflection. She slid down the wall (with perfectly fine knees and ankles) and let out a small sob. "It was just a dream," she cried into her hands. After a while, she pulled herself up and curled back under the warm comforter of the bed. She stared up at the ceiling even though she couldn't see anything. She let out a heavy breath and smiled slightly to herself.
"It was just a dream but maybe it could be real," she murmured to the dark.
CM Punk
CM Punk jerked awake. He felt stifling even though the covers were thrown off and he wasn't wearing a shirt. He raked one hand through his hair and another over his face. He lightly slapped his cheek, trying to wake up. The clock on the bedside table said 3:45, and he couldn't quite determine what had woken him up. With a rush, his dream flooded back to him. How strange he should dream about his best friend. There was a small knock on his door and he grumbled as he dragged himself out of bed. Who in their right mind was knocking on his door at 3:45 in the morning? He opened the door, blinking awkwardly against the bright hallway light and dropped his gaze down to the tiny brunette that was the source of his sleeplessness. Her hair was mussed and she was in a pair of sweats and a sports bra.
"AJ?" he asked, his voice rusty and gravelly with sleep. She waved meekly and he stepped aside, allowing her access to his room. She walked in and paused a moment, adjusting to the dark.
"No, don't turn on the light," she said softly when he went to flip the switch. He closed the door and turned to the direction he knew she was facing.
"This is going to sound really weird, but I had this dream and I just wanted to come," she trailed off, clearly unsure how to finish. He felt his eyes widen.
"A dream about Derek and…us?" he asked very carefully. It wasn't possible. He could feel the shock radiating from her and he didn't have to see his best friend's face to know her eyes were wide.
"How did you…know that?" she asked haltingly. He ran a hand through his hair again, trying to reason through it. Finally, he spoke again.
"I had the same dream too," he said quietly. He heard her footsteps and felt it as she paused in front of him. His arms carefully snaked out around her waist as he pulled her into his arms. Hers wound up along his back and she leaned her cheek against his chest.
"Did it hurt when you woke up too?" she mumbled, barely audible. He could feel her tense up as she awaited his response.
"Yeah," he said gently as he ran a hand through her long thick hair.
"Punk?" she asked to the dark. She untangled herself and, with her hands intertwined in his, walked to the bed. He cleared his throat.
"Yeah?" he said again, a nervousness to his voice that she hadn't heard before.
"Don't try anything okay?" Her request held more weight to them than anyone who might have heard the question. It was a question that held their future on the brink of change and he pulled back the covers and pulled her in next to him. She nestled into his arms and he leaned his cheek on the top of her head.
"Not tonight," he whispered back. She made a contented noise in the back of her throat and her muscles slacked as she fell asleep. He moved his lips to her forehead and he tightened his grip around her tiny frame. "But soon."
A/N: So I hope no one wants to kill me after this. I wanted to add a little twist to this story to make it something to, you know, remember. I left a little room for imagination for this and I'd really like to get reviews or PM's telling me how you want them to end up. Again, thank you so much for all the support. Much love!
