**I do not own the WWE universe** I know what everyone is waiting for. You're waiting for Punk and Allison to just do it already. Well…

CHAPTER TEN: WILD ONES/ANIMAL
November 5, 2011

Detroit, Michigan

ALLISON

We arrived in Detroit just as the sun was coming up. I could tell Punk was aching for home being so close, but so far away. The ride to the hotel was a long one, but we had expected that. Punk and a couple of the other guys had booked rooms at a casino. With all the holiday commercials on the TV everyone was getting restless and itching to get home. So they had planned a party after the show that night. We were supposed to cut loose and relax, but all I could do was think about the clock ticking down to Teddy's release date. Punk could see the nerves taking over me. I barely ate, had trouble sleeping and couldn't focus.

Pulling out a dress for that night, Punk stared at me.

"You want to talk about it, baby?" He said. He had been doing that lately, calling me baby.

"No," I sighed, leaning against the closet door, feeling tears coming up. I was so insanely overwhelmed. I sighed again, trying to keep it together.

"It's killing me to see you like this. You know Bryan and I are taking care of this right?" He said, coming over to me, hugging me. I let myself be calmed by his solid chest and wonderful scent.

"I know, but I forget. It used to be just me and him. He never let me have friends, and if I managed to keep one for a bit, he would scare them off. There was no one to call when things went bad. Well, Bryan was there."

"Well, you have me now. You still have Bryan. I'm pretty sure any one of the guys would stand up for you, and none of them are slouches in the defense department." He said, messing up my hair. "I can't think of anywhere you'd be safer." Then he kissed the top of my head, squeezing me tighter. Finally I smiled.

"I never thought about it like that." I said, feeling marginally better. "Know anyone going to the gym right now?" I said, hoping he would just go with me.

"That crazy Brit Wade is usually in the gym at sunrise. So go. Make friends." He said, smiling at me. I smiled back. Then he turned to the bed and flopped down. I found myself staring at him as he flipped through channels on the TV. Punk was so handsome, it was hard not to stare sometimes.

He knew I was watching. He would get this look on his face and start chewing on his lip ring.

It had been hard to resist each other lately. We would wake up tangled around each other and make out for hours before even leaving bed. We even made out after waking up next to each other on the plane. I thought about it and giggled.

"What's so funny?" He asked with a mischievous look on his face.

"Us. On the plane." I said, walking over to the bed, climbing on to his lap.

"Ha! Yes! Did you see the people staring at us? They were mortified." He smiled as I leaned over him. "But, hey, that's flying first class."

"And we were acting like animals." I said, brushing his lips with mine then licking the inside of his lip. He moaned.

"We are animals."

"Yes, we are. I'm going to the gym." I said, smirking as I got off of him. I knew, just doing the little I had done, had gotten him hard. I was hoping teasing him like this would lead to a breakdown.

"Jesus, Ally. You're a wild one."

"Oh wait until tonight, baby."

PUNK

Filming the show was always the perfect warm up for a party. The guys, some divas, and I took one limo back to the hotel getting rowdy as fuck in the back. People were popping champagne, opening bottles of Patron and Jack. All I could think about was Allison in that dress I saw in the closet. I couldn't wait to see her.

"Hey, Punk! Catch!" It was Bryan. He tossed me a Pepsi.

"Thanks, brotha!" I said, cracking it and cheers-ing Miz. I could feel good vibes going already. It was like all the uncertainty of Tulsa was gone. In the quiet moments, I was still going over what happened, wondering if I could have done things differently.

I pulled out my phone to check the time, and there was a message from Allison. 'Already at the club. See you soon. XOXO.'

When we got to the hotel I nearly ran upstairs. I took a quick shower, put on clothes and ran down to the club in the casino's basement. In the low light I could barely see anything. I could see Barrett and Orton being mobbed by girls. I could see Miz dancing like a fool with Kelly. I could see Kofi sweet talking his girlfriend in a booth. Then someone tapped my shoulder.

I turned. It was Allison, and she was freaking tall. I looked down to see she was wearing four inch heels. It was a mystery to me how girls walked in those things.

"You didn't recognize me." She shouted over the music, smiling. She was wearing dark eye makeup, and the short tight green dress I had seen in the closet. She looked amazing.

"I didn't?"

"I was standing with Wade. He walked me down here. He's really nice."

"The Brit is a ladies man, huh?" I said looking over to the crowd of women touching his abs and biceps. I couldn't help, but smile. "I would have never guessed." I teased her.

"You're being judgmental. He's sweet," she said, turned to face Barrett with a look on her face I didn't like. I decided to change the subject.

"Hey, do you want something to drink?"

"Sure," she smiled. I handed her my credit card and she flitted over to the bar. I looked down to her shoes and shook my head. 'How do they do it?'

"Hey, Punk." That voice. It still gave me goose bumps.

"Hey, Brie. How's it going?" I asked, turning around to see the dark haired girl wearing a dress shorter than Ally's and sipping a pink martini.

"It's going fine. How's your pet?" She smiled, pressing the glass to her bottom lip. I rolled my eyes. I couldn't imagine that she was jealous of Allison, but that was how it seemed. This was the girl that flat out said she didn't love me, said she didn't want to be with me, rejected me over and over again. 'She didn't want you then. She doesn't want you now.'

I just shook my head.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean that. I just can't help it." She confessed and wobbled. That was when I realized she was drunk. "Can we talk some where else?"

"Sure, just wait here for a second." I looked for Allison and found her at the bar with Barrett. She wouldn't even notice if I was gone. So I slipped out with Brie.

"Where's Bryan?" I asked as we stepped into the elevator. She shrugged like she didn't know. "You don't know where he is?" She shook her head 'no'.

"He's been disappearing lately."

"Is that what's going on with you? You're not getting along with Bryan?"

"It's more than that." She said, leaning her head against the wall of the elevator. I was getting frustrated. I slammed the heel of my hand against the emergency stop button. "I'm… trapped."

"Right now, or-"

"In my life, dumbass. I don't have a career anymore, I barely have any freedom, and I have this… tiny little person that depends on me. I'm so trapped I can barely breathe."

"Aren't you happy at all?"

"I was happy with you. I could forget everything else when I was with you Punk."

No. She couldn't tell me this now. Not now. Not after everything. Not after I had opened my heart to someone else. This wasn't fair. I could feel her hand closing around mine as I tried to numb myself. I wanted to feel as numb emotionally as she did physically.

"Things were so clear when I was with you. I knew exactly what I wanted then."

"Yeah, you wanted Bryan. Think about it Brie. Please, just think-"

Her lips crashed into mine. All I could taste was burning alcohol. Her sweet taste was absent, but it was still her. It was still Brie. I was about to give in when a thought occurred to me, and I pushed her away.

"Brie, are you depressed?"

"I cry all the time." She whispered, looking down at her feet. "I feel like I'll never be happy again."

"Brie," I said, almost laughing from relief. I knew what was wrong with her. "Come here, Brie." I took her into a huge hug. "Everything is going to fine. You're depressed and we're going to get you help. We just have to find Bryan."

"Why am I depressed?" She said, rubbing my back like she used to.

"It happens to new moms." I explained. "Now, call Bryan."

An hour and a half later Brie had confessed to Bryan about her depression, they cried together and called a doctor who was going to see Brie in the morning. They both thanked me. It was the second time I saved that couple. Only this time was different; I didn't regret saving them. I felt good about it. I went back to the bar feeling exhausted, hoping Allison wouldn't kill me.

In the elevator, I checked my phone. I had a few missed calls and a message from Allison. We went to a karaoke bar at the other end of the hotel. If you wanna un-disappear, feel free to join us.

ALLISON

"Oh bloody hell, that boy is awful," Wade complained as Zach Ryder tried his best Freddie Mercury impression. I laughed. We were some of the few that had come over to the karaoke bar.

"It's only cause he's had a hundred beers," I smiled. Everything in my vision had a fuzzy edge to it, but I was still functioning pretty well. I didn't think Punk would like it if he had to drag me back to the room. That was if he wanted to appear again. I didn't know what I had done, but he sure seemed upset. He left the club, and now he wasn't answering my calls or texts.

"Oh, a hundred?" Said Wade laughing, poking me in the ribs. He had explained to me earlier that he hated hyperbole, and that women abused the literary device.

"Exactly a hundred!" I giggled as poking turned into tickling. "A hundred beers!" He stopped and I smiled at him. Then someone over Wade's shoulder caught my eye. "Punk!"

I ran over to him and threw my arms around him, kissing the side of his face over and over. "I'm sorry. Whatever I did, I'm so sorry."

"What? I'm not mad." He smiled. I was confused. "Everything is fine," he said, putting my hair behind my ear. "Actually, everything is great. Wanna just go up to bed?" I got that feeling in the pit of my stomach. The good one, not the bad one. I had a good feeling that started in my stomach and travelled down. I smiled, biting my lip and shook my head 'yes'.

"Hold on," I told him. "My song is next." I led him to my chair.

He laughed. "We'll stay for your song. Hey, Wade," he said, as I sat him down.

Then the DJ called my name. I ran up on the tiny stage and grabbed the microphone. I felt like making a 'pipe bomb' joke to Punk, but decided that would show him just how drunk I was. I didn't want him to know tonight. He could know when he got the credit card bill, but not right now. I could hear him now, 'did you buy drink for other people too?'

"I am going to sing a Ke$ha song. Sorry if you don't like Ke$ha." I knew Punk didn't like Ke$ha, but we were talking just this morning about being animals. So I decided to sing Animal.

I am in love,
With what we are,
Not what we should be.

And I am,
I am starstruck.
With every part,
Of this whole story.

So if it's just tonight,
The animal inside,
Let it live and die.

Like it's the end of time,
Like everything inside,
Let it live and die.

I wasn't the best singer ever, but I wasn't the worst. My drunkenness was enabling me to let go and really perform. But I didn't dare look at the audience. I didn't want to see anyone's reaction to this; even if it was good, especially if it was bad. The song ended and I basically threw the microphone back to the DJ. I stepped off stage and realized people were clapping. I smiled sheepishly as I walked to the back to grab Punk and leave. I couldn't believe I had done that. My cheeks were burning fiercely.

"Great job, baby!" Said Punk, pulling me into a hug. I looked to Wade. Wade wouldn't lie to save my feelings. He made a serious face and nodded. I laughed. Feeling marginally better, I said goodnight to Wade, and left with Punk.

"I hate Ke$ha, but you were great. I knew you could sing, though. I hear you in the shower." He said in the elevator. "Now about going to bed," he said, leaning over me, backing me into the wall.

"Yes?"

"What do you think," he said, looking at his watch. "In bed by one, asleep by four?"

A/N: I know I'm mean to cut it off there. Just look for my next chapter. ;D