Author's Note: Aww, no reviews since chapter one? Come on y'all, I need encouragement! No, just kidding, lol. You guys do what you want. I promise it'll get better as it goes on!

Emily stayed in the hospital 'til morning. When she woke up, it was 9:30 AM. AJ wasn't there, and the peace she had been feeling all night vanished. He must've left early. She was let go that day; the hospital figured she could take care of the wrecked arm herself.

By now, she figured that Mitchell had told management what she had been doing, and they probably gave her a call to tell her that she was fired. She took a plane home and turned on the answering machine.

"You have 1 new message," it said. That's my firing call, she thought, and pressed the playing button.

"Hey Emily, it's AJ…I hope you don't mind me calling, I was just checking on you to see if you were alright, and if your arm was feeling better. Call me back, okay? Bye."

Emily blinked, totally ignoring the fact that AJ had called her. Mitchell hadn't told management? Why not?

She swallowed, and was grateful to still have her job. TNA gave her time off for her arm to heal.

Meanwhile, Emily was getting very close to AJ Styles.

There was something about him that she loved -- it wasn't so much that he was handsome, even though he certainly was -- but the fact that he was the only person she could trust, it made him special. He invited her out to coffee, lunch, even Ring of Honor events, all very randomly - he would just call her up and ask if she wants to come. She agreed to all of them; she wouldn't miss it for the world.

One night, when he was driving her home from a concert, he spoke out to her.

"When're you coming back?" He asked, touching the broken arm gently.

"Whenever it's healed," she said.

"I was pretty shocked when no one but me had pity on you when you broke your arm."

I wasn't, she thought, but she decided against saying it. "No one really likes me anyway, I'm surprised you do."

"There's nothing bad about you," he said. "You're sweet, you're stunning, you're a good person altogether, and it's just plain stupid for Abyss to break your arm because – what – you're new? They're asses. All of them."

She blushed. She appreciated him calling her those things, but she wasn't any of them.

I'm greedy, she thought. I'm a greedy idiot who would do anything for money. Abyss had a reason for hurting me.

"I've been thinking," he said, "with all these things I've been taking you to – thanks for coming with me to them, by the way – would you like to come with me sometime to dinner?"

She blushed again. "Like…a date?"

"Yeah, a date."

Her heart was pounding to say yes, for a month they've been good friends, and now it was time to move on…but…no matter how far into a relationship they go, AJ was going to find out one day. Find out what she's been doing. And then she'd get her – and his – heart shattered into pieces. Her heart went out to the man, because he felt the same way about her, and if he really cared he wouldn't rush her.

"You know, I think a date isn't a good idea for me right now," she answered, trying to not get emotional. "I haven't gone out in awhile, it just doesn't seem very much a 'me' thing right now. I hope you understand."

"I don't mind," he said, "whatever you feel is best."

And they were silent the rest of the way home.

When they got to Emily's house, he gave her a hug before leaving. "You tell me when you're ready to love again," he said in a low voice. "Because when you are, I'm waiting for you."

- - -

It took two months for Emily's arm to heal enough, and when it did she was confident she could make it back to TNA safely. They put her in a match against Traci, in which she won. She was surprised that she got a quick victory like she did.

She went backstage to find AJ, who said he would be there. She called out for him, but no respond came. He must just be busy doing something, she thought, and walked down a hall to the women's locker room.

Monty Brown and Alex Shelley were down the hall, God knows why they were down near the Women's locker room, and they both stopped talking when they saw her. They nodded to each other and Shelley stepped out in front of her.

"What's up baby?" he said, blocking her way. She looked up confusingly at him. "Excuse me," she said politely, and tried to get around him. This time Monty Brown got beside Shelley and blocked her way as well.

Emily backed away with her hands in front of her. "What do you guys want?"

They looked at each other, and then back at her. "We wanna make your life a living hell."

"Huh?" she squeaked. Shelley advanced towards her and grabbed her arm. Brown stayed where he was. Shelley threw her roughly against a wall and smacked her in the face. "Is it funny now, you dumb bitch? Is it funny now?"

She began to cry again, not so much because it hurt, but because she was confused. She's been gone for a month, why would the notes matter now?

Shelley hit her again, except this time it was a punch, right in the eye. It blurred for a second. Brown came over and kicked her in the leg. It turned to a full-on beat down, leaving her bleeding from the mouth and bruised all over. Shelley leaned over her and grabbed her by the hair.

"Tell McMahon that was a message from us."

Emily suddenly knew exactly what was going on, and why they were still mad at her.

Mitchell hadn't told management…he had told the wrestlers.