~ What Lies Beneath ~

Author's Note - Crazy long chapter to celebrate Money In The Bank! Hope everyone enjoys! Plus I made a banner for the story; I've never done one before but someone suggested and I thought it was a good idea. The link's on my profile so check it out! That way you can see what my vision of Abbie looks like! Let me know what you think! Enjoy the chapter :) Love and hugs to all, hope this finds you well :)

Tara - This story was actually in-part inspired by the song 'Don't Ever Let It End' by Nickelback. I'm in love with that song :)

Warnings - Strong language throughout and possible scenes of a sexual nature ;)

Disclaimer - I own no-one but Abbie in this story. This is merely a work of fiction; it all came from my brain. At no point do I suggest this story reflects reality, it's entirely made-up. Any other songs, cars or brands mentioned also belong to their respective owners.

~ What Lies Beneath ~

~ Chapter Thirty Seven: ~

Abbie felt blood rush to her head as she stood completely motionless, her lips still shining with the evidence of what just happened.

"I fucking knew it!" Zack exclaimed.

Mike's eyes flicked from Abbie to Phil and back, realising that although Abbie looked mortified at the audience, she seemingly accepted the action without hesitation.

"You sly dog" Mike nudged Phil.

"You're with HIM?" Dolph asked wide-eyed.

Abbie looked to Phil, unsure of how to respond. A slight nod of his head told her it was time to give the game up.

"I am" she confirmed, knowing Phil wore a smirk without even looking at his face.

"Another diva for your collection huh Punk?"

Phil didn't take the bait, chuckling and shaking his head. "You can take your pathetic jealousy and direct it at someone who gives a shit"

"Enjoy being another notch on his bedpost" Dolph told Abbie, storming off.

"Fuck you Ziggler!" she yelled after him.

All negativity was soon forgotten as Mike clapped Phil on the back.

"How long have you been keeping this little gem from us asshole?"

"Not long" Phil shrugged, putting an arm around Abbie's shoulders.

"I expected better from YOU" Zack pointed at Abbie. "Keeping secrets…" he huffed.

"How long do you think this bombshell will take to get around the locker room?" Phil asked.

"I'd be surprised if you didn't wake up to find the entire roster knew" Mike shrugged.

"God, I've been waiting forever for you two to get together!" Zack beamed.

"That's enough, let's get back to having fun" Phil laughed.

They returned to dancing, Phil getting braver now and making it clear he was dancing with her and only her. He leaned in to whisper something.

"You don't listen to any of that crap about notches on my bedpost right?"

She shook her head. Phil looked unconvinced as she changed the subject. "Can we go soon…I have to be in the ring tomorrow?"

He nodded. "One last dance?" he asked as a slower song came on. She took his hand and he placed it on his shoulder. He grasped her waist and they swayed to the music.

I have climbed highest mountain
I have run through the fields
Only to be with you
Only to be with you

I have run
I have crawled
I have scaled these city walls
These city walls
Only to be with you

"But I still, haven't found…what I'm looking for" she sang softly, resting her head on his chest. She could see Zack smirking at her and pulling faces behind Phil.

"Can you please tell Zack he's ruining a romantic moment?" she laughed. Phil spun around, marching up to Zack. Abbie burst into fits of giggles as he took Zack's hands and led him in a slow dance. Mike took the initiative and paired up with Abbie, twirling her.

"So how did he make his move then?"

"I'm not answering that" Abbie laughed.

"Oh come on! Me and Zack have been making bets on who would make the first move for weeks. I said he would…I was right wasn't I?" Mike asked.

"Actually…" she started, thinking back to the night they first kissed.

"Holy shit! You did not!"

She laughed and punched him in the arm.

"That's for being an ass" she raised a brow as he pouted.

"I can't believe it…"

"What can I say? I'm a girl who knows what she wants" she winked as the song ended. Mike let go of her and she crept up behind Phil and Zack. She put Zack in a headlock, catching him by surprise.

"Can I have my boyfriend back now?" she asked, a huge grin breaking out across her face as she said that out loud.

"Okay okay, take him! He's not that good at dancing anyway" Zack joked. Phil swatted at his head as Abbie released him.

"My feet hurt" she whined as Phil slid an arm around her waist.

"Aw princess" he joked. "Let's get you back to the hotel…unless you wanted to go jump off high things again?" he winked.

"Fuck no"

"Try to hide your enthusiasm won't you?" he chuckled. He took her hand as they said goodnight to the others, heading out. No one wanted a ride back, partying into the early hours.

"Dirty stop-outs" Abbie joked. Silence fell between them for a few minutes before Abbie asked the question that was niggling in the back of her mind. "Out of interest…why did you do that?"

"Do what?" he asked.

"Kiss me…in front of everyone"

"Are you mad?" he asked, furrowing his brows.

"No, I guess I just didn't expect it"

"I'm tired of sneaking around, hiding behind lighting cases and having to constantly remember that I have to behave in public" he told her. "Plus…although I still feel a little guilty about the whole Eve situation, she was a bitch to you and I don't feel like taking her feelings into consideration any more…" he shrugged.

She smiled, stopping. He stopped too, frowning at her. She bit her lip and moved closer, running her hands up the back of his neck to play with the short hair at the nape. She stood on her toes, pressing her lips against his. His mouth tasted sweet like the fruity gum he was chewing as his tongue sought entrance through her lips. Her stomach flipped over with the added thrill of being able to do this out in the open as she felt his hand move to her lower back, taking over control. She ran a hand down his arm and smiled against his lips, pulling away. She watched his eyes flutter open.

"What was that for?" he asked, a smirk playing on his lips.

"Felt like it" she shrugged, walking off towards the car. "Are you coming?"

"Ow…ow…owww…owwww"

"What are you complaining about woman?" Phil sighed, turning around to see Abbie ambling through the darkness.

"The gravel is cutting my feet" she whined.

"Serves you right for wearing those stupid shoes"

"But Phiillll…" she moaned.

He let out a breath and walked back to her. "Are you seriously asking me to carry you?"

She batted her eyelashes at him as a smile tugged at his lips. "Come on then" he laughed. She wrapped her arms around his neck and hopped onto his back, locking her legs around his waist for safety. She held on tightly, clutching the painful shoes in her hands as he carried her the rest of the way to the hotel from the parking lot.

He didn't stop there though. He carried her all the way through the lobby, receiving some weird glances from other guests, and into the elevator. The walls were mirrored and she studied their reflection in the shiny surface. Something hit her as she stared at her own face - her cheeks pink from the cold, Phil's hair messed up from her cheek resting on top of his head. She'd never looked happier or more content. Her eyes were bright and her body language relaxed. She no longer looked like someone who'd bite your head off for looking at her.

"What are you grinning at?" he asked, watching her in the mirror. She pressed her face into his neck and inhaled his scent.

"Just happy" she smiled into his skin.

They reached their floor and he carried her into the room, dumping her on the bed unceremoniously. She tossed the shoes on the floor and shuffled up the bed, sitting cross-legged.

"These aren't mine…"she pointed to the shoes. "And neither is this dress"

"Whose are they then?" he asked.

"Eve and Kelly's…"

"Why didn't you wear your own stuff?"

"I thought it was only fair after the amazing day you gave me that I dress up for you" she smiled, finding it hard to maintain eye contact with his intense gaze on her.

He sat on the bed, nudging her over so he could sit comfortably. "You know you don't have to dress up for me Abs, you look gorgeous in everything"

"You're killing me here…stop it" she laughed.

"Fine, don't take my compliments. You want anything to drink?" he asked, heading to the mini-fridge.

"Can I have some water please?"

While he was out of the room, she unzipped the dress and slipped it off. She found one of his shirts and pulled it over her head before he returned.

"Help yourself to my clothes" he joked, handing her the bottle. She pressed it to her lips and drank appreciatively. He swigged from his own bottle, taking off his shirt and jeans. Abbie nearly choked on her water, watching as he joined her on the bed once more.

She couldn't help but stare at his smooth skin, the indents of his hips and just the general muscle tone of his entire body.

"You look cute in my shirt" he grinned, placing a hand on her waist so he could pull her closer.

"Cuter than in Eve's dress?" she laughed.

"Stop bringing her up, I'm tired of hearing that name" he punctuated the command with a nip at her neck. She gasped at the bold move, gathering her thoughts again.

"Don't deny it, you love that there's two girls fighting over you"

He looked up at her with a cheeky grin. "I'd be lying if I said my ego didn't enjoy it…but beyond that it's just annoying"

He seemed to remember something, his expression changing.

"What?" she asked, wanting to know what was on his mind.

"What?"

"I can hear you thinking" she joked.

"I guess I'm still thinking about what Dolph said…I wasn't entirely convinced by your response earlier" he shrugged.

She sighed. "Want me to be honest?"

"Well…yeah"

"I know that the bedpost thing is bullshit, don't get me wrong. But it bothers me for other reasons…"

"Like?" he asked, concerned.

"I don't know"

"You do"

"You'll probably think I'm stupid…or get pissed at me" she admitted.

"Abbie just fucking tell me"

"I'm not saying this as a dig at you so let me get to the point before you get all offended. You can't deny that you've had quite a few extremely beautiful girlfriends…" he looked like he wanted to interrupt but kept his mouth closed, allowing her to continue.

"…and I'm sure they gave you things I haven't…if you catch my drift…"

"Abbie…" he interjected.

"I can't help thinking you're eventually going to go looking elsewhere for what I'm not giving you"

He looked shocked, running hand over his head while he contemplated what she said.

"I'm not going to look elsewhere Abs; you're all the woman I need in my life" he chuckled. He wrapped his arms around her shoulders. "You never told me you felt like that…"

"It's embarrassing Phil. I'm a grown ass woman and I haven't…I've never…been with someone for more than a month or so let alone had sex"

His gaze softened and he pressed his lips to her forehead. "I'm a man and yeah, I love sex as much as the next guy but there's more important things in a relationship. I like you just fine the way you are, innocence and all" he told her, planting a gentle kiss on her cheek.

"You…" she started.

"Yeah?" he asked, encouraging her to continue.

"Never mind…"

"Abbie? You don't really talk about it much so don't blame me for trying to understand…but there's a sexuality type where you just have no interest in sex, do you think that could be something you experience?"

To his surprise, she suddenly burst into fits of laughter, doubling over and clutching her sides. He recoiled a little, frowning at her reaction. She continued to laugh, tears forming in her eyes as she tried to catch her breath.

"…God…Phil…" she panted, wiping her eyes. "I'm not asexual" she told him, resuming the laughter.

"I don't like it when people laugh at me" he pouted.

"I'm sorry…that was hilarious…God…"

Phil shook his head, annoyed that his attempt to understand was thrown back at him.

"I'm sorry" she crawled closer to him, resting her head on his chest. "I know you're only trying to help but, let me clear something up…I do have sexual feelings towards you Phil, that's not what the issue is"

He looked at her curiously. "Phew, cause I was thinking I was friend-zoned"

She smiled a little. "I still see you as my best friend…that hasn't changed at all. But you're my best friend that I want to touch and feel and kiss" she bit her lower lip, playing with the stubble on his jaw. "The problem is just my messed up concept of everything sexual…from all the shit that's happened in the past"

"So you think I'm sexy?" he winked.

"Absolutely" she laughed. She startled as he squeezed her backside. Somehow, that little revelation must have broken down another barrier because he'd never been that forward with her before.

Wanting to show him that it wasn't lack of interest that was the problem, she swung a leg over him, sitting over his stomach before leaning down to kiss him. His eyes nearly popped out of his head as his shirt rode up her legs, revealing her thighs and a peek at her underwear. Unable to stop himself, he kneaded her thighs with his strong palms, feeling a stirring in his underwear.

He pulled away, pushing himself up against the headboard. That turned out to be a mistake as she slipped further down his body until she was positioned over his lap.

"I think it's time to stop" he cleared his throat.

"Why…" she whispered.

"Because my brain knows that it's not sexy time, but my body clearly didn't get the memo"

She laughed at his humour, kissing him again. She didn't know what it was, but she felt different tonight. He was making her feel things she'd never felt before…she wanted more.

He started to move around underneath, trying to dismount her. She complied, only to switch their positions; lying on her back and pulling his face over hers.

"Abs…" he mumbled against her lips. She could feel him clearly now, erection brushing her leg through his boxers. A wave of nerves made her stomach flip but she continued, feeling his stubble brushing her face.

He pulled back for air, cursing. "This is going to be a problem" he sighed, referring to his body's response to her advances.

"Maybe it's time…"

He did a double-take at her words.

"Abbie we don't have to do anything…I promise you I understand and regardless of whether we take things that far or not you mean the world to me. Don't feel pressured into anything"

"I want to" she whispered.

"Are you sure?" he asked, still in shock.

She nodded slowly. A small smile tugged at his lips as he kissed her softly, running a hand under the oversized shirt so he could feel her burning flesh under his fingertips. She gasped as he undid the clasp of her bra, pulling it off and pushing the shirt up to reveal her toned stomach. He brushed his lips over the spot where her new tattoo was located, searching her face for her reactions. Her eyes were firmly closed; she looked like a rabbit in headlights, but she hadn't stopped him so he continued slowly.

Constricting around her chest…lungs aching.

Helplessness…panic…hands touching her.

She couldn't breathe, tears stinging her eyes.

A feeling of powerlessness washing over her body.

All the pain…flooding back…fear…

He was bigger than her…she couldn't stop him.

Feeling worthless…used…

Sick.

"Abbie!"

Her eyes snapped open seeing Phil hovering over her; his face creased with worry. She'd disappointed him again…

"Don't stop" she told him.

"Abs you're shaking like a leaf…"

She looked down at her hands. He was right. She could also feel her damp lashes pressing against her cheeks every time she blinked. The colour had completely drained from her body.

"We don't have to do this…I understand"

"No…I…you…" she stumbled over her words.

"I'm gonna grab a cold shower…just go to sleep okay? It's gonna be okay" he brushed her hair back and kissed her forehead. The distress on her face scared the hell out of him. He pulled the blankets around her, turned out the light and headed into the bathroom. He hissed as the needle-sharp icy cold spray hit his body. It didn't take long for his arousal to diminish. He stepped out, drying off and stepping into a clean pair of boxer shorts.

He quietly climbed into the bed next to her, settling on his side. He felt the bed shaking ever so slightly and heard muffled sobs. It broke his heart that she had so much pain locked up inside her. He shuffled closer, taking her in his arms the way he did the night she came to his apartment in the rain and he held her through the night.

Without further prompting, she shared some of her turmoil.

"You told me…you said one day I'll find the one…you said I'll know, I'll be ready and it'll just happen" she sobbed, body shaking in his arms. "You're the one Phil…I know you are" she whispered, fat tears dripping onto the pillow.

"Shh…it's okay" he soothed, taking her hand in his and squeezing it.

"I want to be ready…I'm scared"

"Why are you scared?" he whispered, kissing her shoulder.

"I'm scared I'll never be able to give you everything…I'll never love or trust anyone more than I trust you. I don't understand what's wrong with me" she cried.

"There's nothing wrong with you Abbie…I know I said that one day you'll be ready…and I believe one day you will; but I also said one day you'll find someone who loves you enough to wait for you. I'm that person Abbie. I knew I was when I said it…that's the moment I realised I was in love with my best friend…"

She was silent for a while, contemplating just how much he was willing to share his emotions with her. He trusted her enough to bear his soul and that realisation hit her hard.

"I don't want to disappoint you Phil"

"You haven't…like I said, I understand and even if you're never ready, I'm not going to stop loving you"

"I don't understand" she whispered.

"What?"

"I don't understand how you can be so perfect"

"I'm not perfect Abs…far from it. Maybe that's why I understand. I know what it feels like to be different" he said softly.

"But I didn't expect you to react this way. I can't fathom why you're putting up with it…I don't understand how you can be so amazing"

"I might be an asshole on occasion, but when I am it's normally deserved. When you gain my trust and really know me; and by that I mean the REAL me - not many people see that guy…I'll do just about anything for you"

He felt her shift in his arms, turning over to face him. She pressed her face into the crook of his neck, curling into a ball against his body.

"I hate feeling weak…"

"I know, but this is years of built-up pain that's just been waiting to blow up. You're not weak at all, not by a long shot. You never know how strong you are until being strong is the only choice you have" he whispered.

"I love you"

"I love you too, everything's gonna be alright" he soothed, stroking her hair until her breathing evened-out.

"Fuck off…" Phil groaned, slapping at his phone in an attempt to stop the hugely irritating noise that disturbed his sleep. He felt Abbie pulling away from him and he opened a sleepy eye as his blurry vision adjusted to the darkness. He soon realised it wasn't his alarm that was going off, it was hers. Why the fuck was he awake?

He groaned as Abbie tried to unlace their fingers which had remained intertwined throughout the night.

"Where are you going?" he grunted sleepily.

"I have to be in the ring today Phil…I told you" she said quietly.

"At THIS time?"

"It's 8am already, I don't wanna be late"

He sat up and rubbed his face. He watched her walk around the bedroom, packing a gym bag and slipping some shorts and one of her new hoodies on. There was a tension hanging in the air between them after last night and he didn't know how to break it. She seemed to read his mind, turning to face him as she scraped her hair back into a ponytail.

"I have training with Regal…don't ask me why. Apparently it's on orders from Vince. After that I'm going to the gym. Do you want to meet there? We can go for coffee or something and you know…talk about stuff"

He nodded. "Okay, text me when you're done with Regal yeah?"

"I will"

She slung her bag over her shoulder and headed out of the door.

"Abs?" he called after her.

"Yeah?" she turned around, catching the door with her foot.

"I love you"

"I love you too" she rolled her eyes, letting the door close.

He shook his head. They really hadn't changed much at all.

Abbie strolled into the arena, shaking off all personal thoughts. She was one hundred percent ready to throw herself into wrestling right now. She was still thinking extensively about how best to prepare for her match with Brock in two weeks time.

She pulled the strings on her shorts tighter and removed her hoody, ready for business. She was the first one in the practice ring so ran the ropes and warmed up for fifteen minutes or so before William Regal arrived.

"Morning Abbie, nice to see you getting straight to it" he remarked cheerily, strutting into the hall in his work-out gear. He had such a cheery face it was hard not to smile.

"Morning sir" she saluted.

"I'm not sure if you've been told why you're here…" he began.

She started to shake her head, pulling her leg back to stretch it before her worst nightmare walked in. Dark hair falling about her shoulders and sunglasses on even indoors - Rosa Mendez complete with manicure walked in and set her bag down.

"Oh hell no" she grimaced when she spotted Abbie. "I was not told she would be here"

Abbie held her tongue. She wouldn't lose it in the presence of a legend…that wasn't her style.

"Well my dear I'm afraid that exactly is the purpose of this little session" Regal announced.

"Excuse me" Rosa frowned.

"Someone informed Vince that you two have some issues that ought to be worked out"

"Who?" Abbie asked.

"Cody Rhodes"

"I knew it! He has some kind of stupid vendetta against me after I told him the truth about how he got rejected by your pathetically average ass" she spat.

Abbie shouldn't have been surprised by Rosa's apparent willingness to continue with the insults even in the presence of Regal.

"I'm under the impression you took Ms Evan's belongings Ms Mendez"

"Sir, with all due respect Cody should never have gotten involved. I can handle it" Abbie interjected.

"I'm sure you can, but it's been brought to my attention now and Vince is keen for you two to get some frustrations cleared today. I'm going to push you to your limits, and then you can square up in the ring and within reason…go at it. By the end of this session I want it all put to bed. Now both of you get to warming up. I want you doing laps of the gym until I say you can stop" he commanded.

Abbie sighed and jumped on the spot a few times. She set off jogging at a steady pace.

"This is not part of my job" Rosa scoffed.

"I think you'll find anything Vince commissions is part of your job. Plus you could learn a lot from me when it comes to discipline…and Abbie it seems. Now go!" he yelled like a drill sergeant. She backed up slightly and reluctantly began to jog.

Regal wasn't kidding when he said he was going to push them to their limits. This wasn't the first time Abbie had been subjected to military-like exercises where she was yelled at until she broke…but Regal took her by surprise. He made them run until they felt sick, do push-ups until their arms couldn't hold them anymore and punch and kick the bags until their muscles screamed.

Rosa wasn't keeping up with Abbie, not used to the physical exertion. Regal pushed her harder because of it. She complained until she realised Regal was punishing her with more work, deciding to keep her mouth shut after a while.

"Another!" he yelled as sweat beaded on their foreheads from the effort of pulling themselves up and over the bar again. "Come on girls…who's gonna crack first?"

The way he was pitting them against one another, anyone would think he was trying to make them more hostile towards each other.

Rosa's arms wouldn't pull her up again and she fell to the mat below, tears of frustration running down her cheeks. Abbie pushed on, pulling herself up even though her arms screamed at her to stop. She rolled over the bar, feet hitting the mat below and went again. She managed another five before her arms gave out and she collapsed to the mat next to Rosa.

"Right girls…I hope you've gained some new respect for one another. Now get up and go run me some more laps"

Abbie dragged herself up and forced herself to run. Her body was broken, but she was used to proving herself and she was determined to keep going.

"I can't" Rosa shook her head violently as Regal pulled her to her feet.

"You see that girl…she's hurting just as bad as you yet she does everything I ask without a second thought"

"I'm never going to be as strong or as fit as she is!" Rosa yelled.

"Is that what this is about…huh? Jealousy?"

"No" she huffed.

"She works her ass off Rosa…THAT is why she's as good as she is. Resentment will get you no where. Now go join her and show me that you girls can take as much punishment as the FCW guys. Because right now you're letting the females down"

Rosa wiped her face angrily and joined in the laps.

When Regal was satisfied they had nothing left in the tank, he gave them each a pair of boxing gloves, mouth guard and protective head gear.

"Get your issues out now. You don't leave this room until you can sincerely apologise and shake hands" he commanded. Abbie wasn't quite sure what to do, but she decided to just do what she did best. She reminded herself of all the shit Rosa put her through and swung, catching the side of Rosa's head with a right hook. Rosa went down immediately.

"Why did you ruin my stuff?" she asked, keeping her voice calm.

"I don't have to answer to you!" Rosa spat, clutching her face.

"Why do you hate me? I never did anything to you" she continued.

No reply.

Abbie finally lost it, getting down on the ground and pummelling her with punches. She had very little strength left after the morning of killer work-outs but she used every ounce that remained to show Rosa she wasn't taking her shit anymore. This was her chance to assert herself without getting into trouble.

When he noticed she wasn't letting up anytime soon, he stepped in and pulled Abbie back.

"I'm sick of your shit and I'm not just gonna stand here and take it. You have a problem? Then get in the ring with me and we'll solve it. Until then, stay the fuck away from me" she spat.

"We done here?" she asked Regal, panting as she took off her gloves.

"Unless Rosa has anything to say…"

Rosa looked away, holding her ribs.

"I'll see you around" she shook her head, shaking hands with Regal. They may not have 'settled their issues' but she'd done what she wanted and that was sent a message to Rosa. She could it clearly now, Rosa was just a jealous spiteful little girl. She didn't have time for people like that.

I'm done. Meet me at the gym. Do you fancy helping me train for Lesnar? I have no idea what to do.

Abbie x

Sure. Be there in 10. We can work on some things, there's not much you can do to be honest. If you have time to put on some weight, that could help you out. Other than that just making sure you're in peak physical condition and injury-free.

Punk x

She laughed. Putting on weight sounded like a dream.

Phil walked into the gym, finding Abbie panting furiously as she hit the bags.

"Someone looks tired" he remarked.

"Regal worked me hard" she shrugged. From what he could tell she was playing it down. The grimace on her face said she was nearing her limit. "Can we go over some stuff in the ring?" she asked, out of breath.

"Are you sure you're not worn out?"

She gave him a warning look and he held his hands up. "Alright"

They climbed into the ring and she rolled her shoulders, trying to work the ache out of them.

"What do you wanna do?" he asked.

"Can we go over some slams and stuff…you know the kind of stuff he does"

"You want me to beat you up?" he raised a brow.

"I can take it, bring it on" she said, leaning over to rest her palms on her knees.

He picked her up and performed a textbook scoop slam.

"You're going easy on me" she complained as he pulled her back to her feet.

"Abbie…"

"Phil if I'm getting in the ring with Brock I need you to give me everything you have. I know you can put more weight and power behind it than that so just do it" she told him.

He let out a breath and slammed her onto the mat, harder this time. She groaned, dragging herself back to a vertical base. All this punishment was taking it out of her.

"Better. Do you think I should arch my back more on impact?" she asked.

"No, the way you're doing it is fine. It's all about minimising injury. I don't know why you're asking me for advice, you're about as seasoned as I am in the ring anyway" he chuckled.

"I respect what you do in the ring…"

He smiled, switching to a frown of concern as her legs faltered under her for a moment.

"Abs I think it's time to stop" he advised.

"I'm fine" she brushed him off. "…anyway, do you know how to F5?"

Will Abbie's past continue to leave a dark cloud lingering over their relationship? Can Phil help her overcome her issues? Will Abbie's training help her dodge the wrecking ball that is Brock Lesnar?

Just out of interest, do these marathon chapters annoy you? I'm not sure if it's a bad thing sometimes! Let me know what you think...So as well as making a banner for this story, I also wrote a new one-shot on a totally random whim. It's called 'Flight 127' and it's CM Punk and AJ. Check it out on my profile while you take a look at the banner :) Thank you to everyone who reviews, I don't have time to respond all the time but I really appreciate them. Please continue to leave me any opinions, thoughts, comments, feelings, favourite parts, least favourite parts and anything else you feel like! As usual, the more reviews, the sooner the next update :)