Unrealistic

It had been a few days later and Punk hadn't seen AJ since. He assumed this was what it'd be like now. Nothing but his own thoughts of her to bide his time. Along with that, he had to get ready to say goodbye to Dean who was leaving today, but not before Dean had a medical examination with the nurse before collecting his things and getting the hell out of here.

"Open your mouth." AJ instructed, pressing the tongue depressor on Dean's mouth as she looked around. Just like new guys got examinations, whenever someone left, they also got one.

"Missing Punk?" Dean asked her as she walked away, placing the depressor in the trash and grabbing the torch.

"What is it to you?" AJ asked. Obviously she did. She lay in bed at night and just thought of all the precious moments and times they spent together, no matter how short the time. The only thing that was standing in their way was this god damn prison.

"Means nothing to me. But I know he is missing you." Dean said.

"Follow the light." AJ told him, shining the torch in his eyes as he followed the light, "It wasn't going to work for us, and he's too kind to make me take a back seat to everything and wait for him." She said.

"A piece of advice?" Dean said as AJ switched the torch off, "If you are seriously willing to wait seventeen years for him, then you have something really good with him." Dean nodded, "More than good. You have something rare. If you… If you really would sacrifice almost two decades of your life just to one day be with him on the outside, then sweetheart, no way are you getting over him." He shook his head.

"I have to. He wants me to." AJ said.

"Do you really think he does?" Dean asked, "C'mon, you're smart." Dean said, "I admit, at first when he told me he was fooling around with you, I thought he was just a guy who wanted to get fucked." Dean said, "But then I realised, that night you came into our cell and kissed his cheek… I knew something else was going on with you two." He said as AJ just folded her arms.

"I thought you were sleeping." She rolled her eyes, "What's your point?"

"My point is… me and you both know that he doesn't belong in here. We know his story we know the reason behind what he done and we know he doesn't deserve seventeen years in this place." He said.

"Well I can't change his sentence." AJ said.

"Maybe not." Dean nodded, "But screw the sentence." Dean said, "We can get him out of here."

"What do you mean?" AJ shook her head.

"What do you think I mean, sweetheart?" Dean smirked as AJ's eyes widened.

"You are… you're even crazier than he is." AJ shrieked, "No way. He'll be a wanted man for the rest of his life. I'd rather wait seventeen years than break him out of prison." She said.

"Would you really?" Dean asked.

"Yes, you crazy man." AJ said, "It would never work." She shook her head, "You know, he told me you were crazy but… not this crazy." She shook her head completely mezmerised. She couldn't believe Dean had even suggested it.

"It could be done properly." Dean said.

"Just stop talking." AJ shook her head, "I just have to accept that it's over, alright?" She said.

"Well you have fun with that." Dean nodded, "Because I know he's gonna be beating himself up in that cell for the next seventeen years, not because he's lost all freedom, but because he met you and he never got the chance to be with you." He said, "The guy is crazy about you. Literally." Dean said. He was frustrated that he couldn't take Punk with him, but also because this was a perfectly normal man and woman who through no fault of their own had fell for each other, and couldn't be with each other the way they wanted to. It annoyed him.

"He doesn't want me to wait."

"He doesn't want to wait." Dean said, "And he shouldn't have to." Dean shook his head.

"Why don't you just focus on getting yourself out of this place, and not anyone else, yeah?" AJ said.

"I'm just trying to help." Dean said.

"By suggesting crazy, unrealistic ideas?" AJ questioned.

"I wouldn't say their unrealistic. Crazy for sure." Dean said.

"He'll be a wanted man. He'll have to move away. He'll be a wanted man for the rest of his life. He'll have to change his name. He won't feel normal."

"But he'll be with you." Dean said.

"And I'm supposed to up and leave everything?"

"You would for him." Dean said, "It's not so crazy when the outcome is gonna be you and him, is it?" Dean said as AJ stood, not really believing she was even considering such a thing.

"No. It's crazy." AJ shook her head, absolutely no way, "In a few years time I'll be over it, so will he, we'll just be two people who were caught up in a moment." She said. That's what she liked to believe.

"Whatever helps you sleep at night." Dean nodded, hopping down off the bed, "Can I go now?"

"Yes, and take your crazy ideas with you." She said.

"Crazy is good, sweetheart." Dean said, "Goodbye." He winked to her, walking over to the door and getting led back to his cell as AJ placed her hand on her forehead. She felt light-headed, tired and everything in between. When did her life get to this.

"You promise me you'll come visit?" Punk asked Dean, standing in the middle of their cell, saying their goodbyes. It might have just been five and a half short months but in that time Punk had realised the real qualities of a best friend. And Dean had all of them. He wouldn't forget him.

"I promise, man. I'll visit as often as I can." He said, "And hey, don't… don't give up on AJ. I know how you feel about her."

"I think I might have to give up on her." Punk admitted, "It's the only way she's gonna be able to move on. She can't wait on me."

"Maybe no one has to wait, man." Dean said, "Just talk to her. Remember how happy she makes you feel." He said. He knew from first row seating that Punk was crazy about this girl, and he be damned if there was something coming in between a couple who genuinely cared about each other, no matter what the surroundings were, "You take care of yourself, ok?" Dean said as Punk nodded, walking into a warm embrace with him.

"You won't forget about me, right? I'm in here for a long time." Punk reminded him.

"Ain't no way I'm forgetting your crazy ass." Dean laughed, patting Punk on the arm as the cell gate opened.

"C'mon, Ambrose. Time to go." The officer said as Dean just nodded. He'd been waiting for this moment for almost five years. He couldn't wait to get out.

"Good luck." Punk nodded as he watched Dean smile, heading on out with the officer as the gate got shut back over, leaving him a cold, empty and lonely cell.

The next day, Punk was sitting out in the yard, chess board in front of him as he lifelessly moved around the pieces. He missed Dean and it had barely been a full day. He missed AJ. All he wanted was to see her, but what help would that do. They were still suck in this situation of never being able to have a normal relationship or life together. He was always going to be here and she deserved better. That was constantly at the back of his mind. But it wasn't enough to keep him away. He couldn't do it.

He stood up and walked over to Jonah and the rest of his clan, standing at their table as they all looked up at him.

"Brooks? Can we help you with something?" Jonah stood up, facing Punk.

"Yeah." Punk nodded, "Punch me." He said.

"What?" Jonah roared with laughter, "You hear this guy?" He turned to his friends who were laughing.

"Just… punch me." Punk spat as Jonah's laugh faded, "Punch me!" Punk yelled as Jonah swung a fist his direction, knocking him down to the ground as he quickly got back to his feet, "Again." Punk wiped his bleeding nose, "Punch me again."

"Is this guy for a real?" Jonah turned to his friends, nevertheless flying a fist back in direction of Punk's face, watching him stand back up on his feet, Punk shoving him over as all of Jonah's friends then stood up and started beating into him.

AJ was washing her hands after seeing her last inmate and taking blood, clearing up the counter and getting ready for whatever it was she had to do next, listening to the knock at the door as she walked over, opening it up and looking on at Punk, barely standing up properly as the officer helped him into the room and over to the bed as AJ watched in horror.

"What happened?" AJ asked the officer, looking at Punk's face with sadness.

"Fight." The officer said, "Get him cleaned up. I'll be back to collect him." He said, walking out of the room and closing the door over as AJ turned to look at Punk, walking over to him and cupping his cheeks.

"What-What happened to you?" She shook her head, frowning as he could barely open his eyes.

"I uh… tripped." He mumbled as she laughed a little through her sadness, dashing away and grabbing a wet cloth to clean his face up before she stitched whatever she had to.

She dabbed around his eyebrows, on his lips and nose, doing her best to be gentle and clean off all the blood that was on him, when suddenly his head just dropped, pressing against her chest as she looked down at him, her breath hitching as she hesitantly cupped the back of his head.

"Phil." She whispered sadly, tilting his head back up to look at her, "You can't do this to your face… just to see me." She shook her head. She hated that that was one of the only ways he could see her.

"I had to see you." He croaked.

"Why?" AJ whispered.

"I don't know." Punk admitted truthfully, "I just… wanted to see you."

"I thought we weren't… I thought we weren't doing this." She said quietly.

"So did I." Punk nodded, "But… I miss you." He admitted. And it had only been a few days. But he did, he missed her like crazy.

AJ just smiled, "I missed you too." AJ nodded, cupping his cheeks, stroking her thumb over his soft cheek as she done so, leaning down and pressing her lips against his as he kissed back.

She'd missed his kiss. She was reminded by just how wonderful it felt, and suddenly being apart just wasn't an option. Maybe they had to turn to a crazy option. An unrealistic option.

A/N: Let me know what you think ;)